Chapter 3 : One Ring To Rule Them All

It was a normal night for Karl , one that consisted of a bingeing of a bevy of unhealthy levels of sustenance , as he perused the less than upright corners of the internet for a provenance of media that would satisfy his never ending need for carnal release , that had formed addiction in his mind. The room as always shrouded in an impenetrable mire of darkness , whose black unending warp served to highlight the single source of illumination that traced his portly physique , his laptop. On it a catalogue of videos , depicting both men and women of wide variation in the most sinfully lubricous , and erroneous of sexual positions , scenarios and orientations. There was large women , slim women , ebony women and ivory women , large chests and small breasts , huge bubbly fat asses, small but pert masses , yet despite this heavenly selection of some of the finest , most deviously erotic women the internet had to offer , Karl was unsatisfied , the images of which had not even elicited a response from his slumbering slab. He contorted his face in disappointment , he had been searching for the perfect one , a match , for the last two days now , one to parallel the risque photo of your mother he had taken days prior, his cock instantly standing bolt upright , jettisoning upward and distending the fabric around it to match its large , thick , elongated swollen , now pulsating mass.

He considered just using the image right then and there to get his rocks off , but that alone he had decided was not sufficient to merit significant stimulation. Instead he gave up on his fruitless search for now and embarked upon his next usual dwelling place on the internet , senddit , in particular the rather NSFW areas of the site. His favorites in particular being s/incel and s/womenareslaves , the latter of which in , he discussed all manner of contorted , twisted parallel reality, fantasies he had with other like minded individuals. His preferred topic being , discussing a world where the title of the sub forum , was in truth an actuality , where women had dashed , their moral, intellectual and physical qualms against the window and became completely subservient to men , their only goal being to breed their young and use their more than ample bodies to wring their cocks dry. In this particular instance Karl had taken to reading the post of a certain individual , who lamented that a supposed object he was discussing in its details did not exist, how this source of fiction would indeed be the power everyone on that site needed to make their most far flung , lewdest fantasies a reality. In it he attached both an image and the link to a website that sought to reveal more information on the object in question.

The image was of great quality , reflecting the even greater craftsman ship of the piece in question , a single band of radiant gold , etched by engravings of a foreign dialect , whose innards seemed to burn a magnificent orange flame, beneath the picture , read its single name , the Ring of Latorea. Driven by lust and curiosity piqued Karl wasted no time in following the link to read more about the item in question and why ,should its existence be real , it would have been paramount in achieving everyone's perverse desires.

The website went into great detail about the ring's supposed origin , conflation with human history and it's uses. Believed to have been created by an evil deity in the ancient Europan civilization of Archimedes , named Hermaeous Morai , when a deal between it's King and him was struck that he would provide an object , that would allow him to rule over his subjects without question, in exchange for his soul when he passed. This piece was said to allow the user to inflict his will on any number of individual with an unquestioning loyalty to their motives , to grant the wielder , complete control over their mind , body and soul , to the extent that if one wanted to , he or she could make them mindless slaves. Eventually like all rulers , the King of Archimedes passed , and the ring was said to have disappeared for centuries before resurfacing in another leaders hands, with this tale continuing itself for quite some time , until it was lost to the annals of history.

Having read this passage in its entirety , Karl's massive , schlong was now thoroughly stiffened , painfully so , to the point where it felt like a rod of iron , as it violently trashed about his pants , distending wherever it stood against the textile at the moment , against its huge , thick , swollen , throbbing elongated girth , as it began oozing a sickeningly , voluminous amount of precum , darkening his breaches. His mind was completely annexed by a lust filled high , as he imagined in vivid detail , what perversely , lubricous horrors , he would inflict upon your mother's thickset , salacious , hourglass figure. How he would break her mind , and make her a servile whore to his huge , fat stiffened cock , using her bodies most ample features , every waking moment to wring his baby seed dry , to seize control of her plump body , and fatten her up with litter after litter of his spawn , every , waking , undoubtedly fertile cycle of her hungry , **** womb , as you stood by limp dicked in horror and watched.

So exuberating was the swarming of lascivious thoughts in his mind , that he decided to forgo his previous constipation , of blissful stimulation , and ripped his large , erect , spasming , spewing member out of his cotton confines and directly into his huge , meaty grubby ,hands.

" Fucking fat ass whore ! I know you and your oaf son look down and me . Think I'm a slob ........Oohhhhhoiooo........How I'd love to get my hand on this ring and teach you bout a fucking lesson" He stated viciously, gently gripping his massive schlong in between both his hands , flicking it up and down with noticeable heft.

" Ohhhhhh...... How I'd love to get those fat , dick sucking lips on my huge fucking slab, ooooooooooo..... how soft and divine they'd feel wrapped around my cock. So.......ugh......ugh... tender and warm, and giving my fat rod a nice cushion as as she gluggs down my sperm like the good whore she is." He lewdly imagined to himself in disgustingly vivid detail , his member harden and begin to plump up in his hands even more vigorously than before.

" Man how'd I'd love to go to town on those fat , full, juicy, melons she had hanging in front of her , ripe and ready to pop free from that fucking slutty top she was wearing right into my mouth." He continued , as he began to slowly increase the pace at which he stroked his rock hard schlong.

" What I wouldn't..auefegh.....fucking..... give to grab a hold a those fucking wide , thick cow hips and ram my cock into the deepest parts of her needy, wet, tight pent up , cunt . Given how long she's.........ugh...ugh.... gone with out a good plowing from her dead limp dicked husband.......The pair down stairs should be just as so starved and very much welcoming my thick , dick than that's for sure. Hehehe" He groaned again, louder this time as the stroking motion he focused so intently on became faster and faster.

" I........ughhh.... mean....ughhhh.... I'm.....ugh....fucking right about women after all.....why else would she have such a thick , fat , round, ass , if it wasn't for men to use as a cushion as they jammed their fucking huge dicks in and out of her hot , wet , wanting hole , before filling her up with load after load of their warm , thick, fucking baby batter.........aeughgha.........aueghnhhhh........aueghhhhhhh." Karl howled out like a dog in heat , before sending torrent after torrent of his hot spunk all over his legs and the messy floor beneath.

"Huhuhuhuh...... Yeah I'd love to watch her get filled to the brim with my sperm and spew out a couple a my brats, and turn into a slob she hates so much just like me. Would knock the prissy , up tight bitch down a peg, for sure. Eheheh!" Karl snickered morbidly to himself as he watched his rapidly deflating member retreat down to a still lubricous huge but moderately manageable size.

" Sigh........If only if.......that ring did exist.......I'd really teach those fucking two to never look down on me never again. I'd give my fucking soul." Karl lamented , as he began to close his laptop and resign to his bed , contented with the caranal release he had sought , that night being fulfilled.

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That night as Karl slumbered in his bed , he was assailed by a tumultuous sleep , that had caused him to trash violently in between dream and reality , bombarded by horridly vivid visions , that seemed like both fantasy and actuality.

Karl found himself afloat in a small boat at night, with little idea of where he was , the only object in sight , was the vast unending immensity of blue , and the pale , wicked sheen of the moon which ignited his vision. Of the longitude, he stood he knew nothing , with naught a coastline or island in site , the weather modest and fair. For uncounted days he felt himself drift aimlessly, amidst the scorching sun , and freezing moon, waiting for something , either some passing ship or to be casted away on some habitable land or to his doom below, however , despite its brief happenstance being of a few hours in the real, and began to despair in his loneliness and solitude, upon the heaving vastness of unbroken blue.

Then in a sudden instance , the change happened. His vision blurred , it was paradoxical , as if he had been lulled to sleep , whence already a slumber. When he awoke , back within his dream , it was to discover himself half sucked into a slimy expanse of hellish black mire , which extended about him in monotonous undulations as far as his eyes could see. He found himself , horrified , for there was in the air and in the rotting soil a sinister quality , which he failed to even hazard a guess as to what it was, all he knew was that it chilled him to his very core.

The region about him was putrid , with the carcasses of decaying marine fauna and flora, and of other less describable things which he saw protruding from the unending, nasty mud of the blackened expanse. He couldn't even begin to convey , the unutterable hideousness that dwelled in the absolute silence and barren immensity, which he now found himself. There was nothing in earshot and certainly within sight of the vast reach of black slime which pervaded the soil. The stillness and homogeneity of the landscape , oppressing him with a nauseating fear , as he stood in wait for what horror could come next.

The sun was gazing down on him from a place that seemed almost black in it's intensity with spiteful cruelty, as though reflecting the inky marsh between his feet. Karl's mind swirled at any possibility that could explain his predicament, as he struggled to relieve his portly frame into his now cap sized boat.

For several hours he sat , brooding in the boat which now provided him a small bit of respite , affording him a slight bit of shade from the sun that patrolled the heavens. As the day progressed , the ground lost it's sinking quality and became hardened , allowing Karl to explore his immediate vicinity. Finding the soil dry enough to walk upon with ease , and though the odor of the fish was beginning to become maddening , he had decided to make his journey westward , towards a chain of almost black mountains that stood in the distance.

Both day and night felt like, a fleeting passing, as Karl steadily forged to the nearby hummock , which seemed so far , yet increasingly inviting with every step he took. By the third evening he had attained the base of the mound , which looked much higher than it initially imparted , but ever determined to see himself through this hellish mire , he readily began to work his way to the summit. Though the gibbous moon , provided him with the much needed comfort of its illumination , as Karl grew closer to the peak , he could feel himself grow increasingly uneasy and overcome by a cold perspiration. Becoming assailed by wild flashes , and visions, that escalated in difficulty to endure.

The ascent was hard , but Karl felt himself driven , by an impulse which he could not definitely analyze, he scrambled with difficulty up the rocks , gazing into the stygian depths below , occasionally, where light, had ceased to penetrate behind him. As he neared to final rock that hoisted him unto the top of the black crevice, he now annexed, before all at once his attention was captured by a vast and singular object, which rose steeply , an item that gleamed whitely in the newly bestowed raise of the ascending moon. It simply seemed a gigantic heap of stone , but this idea was soon dashed , not only from his mind telling him that it's contour and position was all together not the work of nature , but because the object gave off a strange allure that beckoned him forth.

An allure in which he seemed all too entranced by , as he slowly trudged his feet towards the foreign formation , his senses becoming acutely aware of certain engravings etched on it's surface. A closer scrutiny filling him with emotion he could not express , as he began to realize the engravings were in fact pictorial depictions , almost like hieroglyphics .With this he had pieced together that the stone was in fact a well put together monolith , whose massive bulk had known the workmanship and perhaps the worship of human beings or something completely alien in it's entirety.

Dazed and frightened , he examined his surroundings carefully , the moon now nearing it's zenith shown weirdly and wearily above the towering steeps that lied just beyond the mountain apex which he stood. This revealed to the fact that a far flung body of water , flowed at the bottom , winding out of sight and in both directions. The wavelets of the moon washed the base of the cyclopean monolith , on whose etchings , Karl could now clearly make note of, consisting of inscriptions and crude sculptures. The writing was, in characterized hieroglyphics foreign to even him , consisting of conventionalized aquatic symbols , such as fishes , eels and things he could not yet fathom lurking beneath the icy blue. Whose decomposing form he had the unfortunate happenstance of witnessing in the black marsh he had escaped.

It was the pictorial carving however that did most to hold him spell bound. Plainly visible across the intervening water on account of it's enormous size, was an array of bass reliefs , whose subject would have incited the envy of a door. These things he fathomed were an attempt at depicting men , or at least a sort of man, though the creatures were shown disporting like fishes in the water of some marine grotto , or paying homage to some monolithic shrine, like the one he saw currently. Of their faces or form , he couldn't speak in detail , the mere sight causing him to grow feint , grotesque beyond imagination , yet damnably human in general outline, despite webbed hands and feet, shockingly wide, and flappy lips , and glassy bulging eyes.

Yet despite these things he could not un heed the call he felt to bask upon the glowing monolith , which now beckoned him to stare at its center . Where he found a small hovel , and in it the ring he had wished for , but a moment ago , filling him , despite his pretense, with a lustful elation , as he greedily clung on to it and ripped it from the monolith. Gazing at the luminous orange fire of it's engraving he could feel it beckon him to put it on , and as he did , he was assailed by yet another torrent of lucid hallucinations , this time far more nefarious in its general depiction.

With only a slight churning to mark its invasion of his sight , the thing slid into view , vast Polyphemus- like and loath some , darting about like a monster of nightmares to the monolith, about which it flung it's gigantic , slimy amorphous arms , the while, it bode its hideous head and gave vent to certain measured sounds. He could feel himself maddening then , as beast darted toward him , ending his horrid blackened nightmare.

Karl sat bolt upright , covered in copious amounts of cold perspiration, lending out exhausted frantic breaths , as his heart pounded against his ribcage. Karl quickly recounted the events prior and dashed his vision to his fingers , to see if the sordidly , vivid events were an actuality or simply a figment of his unhealthy lifestyle , beginning to **** his mental fortitude. His heart jumped with elation but also a creeping sense of insidious fear of the unknown , as he watched the golden ring of fire kept unto his hand , beside him a worn piece of brown parchment.

This filled Karl , firstly with a cold chill that when combined with his current damp condition , caused him to shake periodically but violently. Although the ring he found was in fact truth , the feel as it coiled tightly around his finger and the smell and even taste of the odor in his room , indicating that he was not still dreaming. It could very well mean whatever he quite possibly wretched this thing from could be real as well. As he tried to recall it's face , Karl could feel a maddening whisper beckon in his hear, and the contents of his stomach regurgitate into his mouth. It was as if every set of logic and cloud of emotion was stolen away from his mind, being replaced by the unhinging echo of an unnerving , alien sound.

It slowly marched up in pitch , sound and infuriation as Karl began to grow feint and his head began to spin , all at once his every limb shot out and stiffened as he began to convulse violently , releasing the occupants of his stomach that had been trapped in his mouth, unto his obese belly and the sheets beside it. His eyes shot up into his tensing head , feeling it split open like a melon , as a few words , written in the same foreign , glowing orange fire of the ring paced across his mind

PROVE TO ME YOU ARE WORTHY

That was all Karl could recall , before his vision darkened , and he fell ****.

He awoke once more , to find the shimmering yellow rays of first light, infiltrating his room , from between his shut blinds. His head still panged with pain , and stomach infected by a nauseating unease , he pondered for a few brief moments what had happened , before recanting all that transpired that night. A bevy of emotions hit him , fear , greed , exhaustion , hate, rage , curiosity , existential dread and finally lust and triumph . Karl was a simple creature and despite the impending consequences , of the possibility of trifling with a deity of immeasurable unknowingness, he could not relent his , massive , lengthy , girthy , thick , hard fat cock from erecting , and buckling violently against his vomit stained pants, as he gazed upon the golden band attached to his right index finger.

The ring of Latorea , it was real , all his wildest dreams could come true now. Karl had not even taken a moment to ponder , why he was chosen , he certainly was no ruler , how he came to pass with the ring , or even what the words of the violent demonic whispers of that night meant. Thoughts for later he supposed , right now he was a man **** by lust , he could feel his blood boil over , as his heart rushed against his chest, pumping his already swollen cock even fatter , and fuller with blood , as it wildly trashed about his pants.

Despite last night's events occurring so briefly he knew everything he needed , about the ring to fill his mind , with greedy , perverse , lust filled thoughts of laboriously lubricous grandeur . He could imagine it now , all the women of the world , his fateful little whores , ready to be bred with his young and service his cock at his beck and call. Karl's iron hard rod practically waggled like a dog's tail at that point , as his engorged , fattened tip began oozing precum and staining his pants even further. Yet it was in this instance that Karl broke the homogeneity of his thoughts , to factor in but a brief respite of logic. A question lingered on his mind.

How did the ring work ?

Karl quickly rolled off his bed and picked up the parchment that had appeared with the ring along side him , using his intellect to suppose that if anything could tell him more of the item it would be that. The parchment was lengthy roughly almost twice the size of a regular sheet of typing , but it's entirety left unused , most of it blank save , for a small bit writing ebbed on the top that read.

Well done mortal, little have visited my plane and lived to tell the tale without madness taking their mind , and even fewer merited the courage to steal such an item from me and return it to their world. Were I not so impressed with your bravado , I would have already dragged you back to Nephlous to break your timid spirit over and over again for all eternity. Still my generosity knows limit , and I simply cannot have you marching the mortal plane with one of my creations , without first proving yourself worthy. So I proport a deal , prove that you possess the capacity to unlock the power of my invention and domineer, completely, the mind of another. In exchange I shall grant you the ring for the rest of your small life , however should you fail , your soul shall be mine to do with what I wish. I would say the choice is yours , but I'm rather intrigued by the idea , so refusal to this quest is denied. Hahahaha !

The ring possesses six stages of power in it's totality, each granting you new more powerful feats and arsenals pf which to twist someone's, behavior , and mind to your wish , each unlocked by increasing amounts of binding of bodies, through whatever means your devious heart may entail. You have one mortal year my intrepid adventurer , do try not to disappoint , for my sake and surely for your own.

Stage 1 : Locked

Stage 2 : Locked

Stage 3 : Locked

Stage 4: Locked

Stage 5: Locked

Stage 6 : Locked

Karl fell to his knees at the sudden realization of the calamity of his situation . On one hand he had been granted an immense boon , but on the other he faced an eternity of damnation should he not figure out how to properly wield such power. Not only that but his success was largely dependent on who he chose , and figuring out what the deity meant by "binding of bodies". Karl began to think hurriedly and deeply , on the person in question he should focus his objective on , it would have to have be someone he saw nearly everyday , within close proximity and for him at least, whom he had just an inkling of sexual desire for, he at least wanted to enjoy the efforts of his new power, in the advent.

Karl's mind wracked with both the pain from last night's squalid events and the numerous ideas swirling in his sea of thoughts at the moment, creating a torrent of non abstentious , clouding , a typhoon of emotion , logic and a hint of lust. A deviously demonic smile crept up on his face , as his pensive mind , and storm of thoughts came to a still , his humongous meat rocket , renewing in strength and vigor , as it tented his pants , once again to the high heavens , crashing and distorting against the fabric to highlight its obscenely large , swollen girthy form , that spasmed slightly at the singular thought that occupied his mind.

He had found it , the perfect person to test his ability on and earn himself the favor of the deity. In his mind she certainly was most deserving of being the first to fall victim to his power , to have her mind , body and soul completely contorted and bent to his will. He thought about how much she irked him for the past few weeks he knew her , that icy cold , haughty glare that clearly saw him as an inferior wretch , the obnoxious reprimands done from the simplest spites , to break his confidence, the physical altercation the first day they met where he was humiliated both ideologically and physically , the clear favoritism that pervaded every action she had done up to this point, how her salacious curves , her fat ass , humongous , possibly milk laden cow udders , and door stopping thickset hips and legs , teased her with every , fleshy wave of their being , taunting him with something he could never have. That was until now.

" Yes..........She'll definitely do fucking nicely ..." Karl uttered sinisterly through gritted teeth as one large , hefty meaty hand gripped the base of his engorged fattened member.

The woman in question was your hyper ambitious , authoritative , ice cold , disciplinarian , ridiculously thick, helicopter mom. Victoria Reyes !