The Golem

Introduction

I am a Golem. I was created in the third Year of the Second Trinity. My Master and creator was Pax Arivus, a Mage of the First Order of the Arcanus. Arivus ruled over the fiefdom of Larius, in the kingdom of Brendawine. He had domain over a small village of peasants, and lived alone and secluded in a high tower among the woods. As a Mage of the First Order, Arivus was privy to all the highest techniques of magic, including the coveted secrets of the creation of Golems. Golems, but nature, are large, slow and stupid. Most of them cannot understand anything but the simplest commands. When Arivus created me, he was determined to make something special.

I was modeled in clay taken from the base of Karaka-Mor, the mountain of fame where ancient dwarven blacksmiths cast the finest magical armor and arms. Arivus, not very artistic, hired a sculptor of the first rank to design my body. Once the sculptor finished, he received his payment...death, for my creation was to be a secret.

Although I stood only five feet six inches, I weighed over 400 pounds, as the dense clay was nearly as heavy as rock. Arivus began the process of imbibing me with life. Spells, beyond my comprehension, were cast into the lifeless clay that would become me. At first, like all Golems, I began as little more than a gray human shape (although, admittedly, more human than most others). Arivus cast quickening spells on me immediately, and I was able to move as fast as a human. He then cast complicated illusion spells, sinking them through to my very core, giving me a human complexion. To reduce my obvious weight, he instilled me with levitation spells, evenly placed over my body and always acting downwards.

Now, I was the model of a woman. 5'6" with a perfectly proportioned and curvacious body. I had long perfect legs, ample breasts, and soft doe-like eyes. I long wave of ash-blonde hair fell from my body. But still, I was not complete.

Calling upon spirits and trapped souls, Arivus infused me with intelligence. It took only slowly at first, and I learned as a child would.

Throughout my learning, Arivus continued to work on me, giving me more intimate things. The scent and taste of a woman. The soft skin, and the same fluids, even blood to run under my skin in imitation of human.

I remember the first moment I became aware of myself. Standing naked in a dark room, awaiting my master. I could feel the cold of the room on my now almost-human skin. I could see with almost-human eyes. I licked my lips, and was surprised by the sensation it created. I was a woman, "alive" and healthy, of about eighteen.

But I was not a woman, for I retained the abilities traditional to Golems.

I could see in the dark as humans cannot. My strength was ten times that of the strongest man alive. I could feel vibrations in floor and air around me, detect the slightest movement and hear the slightest noise. If I wanted to, I knew I could move with blinding speed, or stand perfectly still for centuries as a silent guardian of my Master.

In the months that followed my self awareness, Arivus taught me other things about being human. I was taught to blink. This is something that comes very unnaturally to my kind, as the idea of blinding ourselves for no reason, no matter how short the time, seems ludicrous. And even if I needed the moisture on my eyes as humans seem to, it produced itself magically and without thought. I was taught to "breathe," or at least to reshape my torso in a fashion that reasonably mimicked it. I was even taught to alter my shape quicky, to pump the blood through my body. Finally, Arivus placed a small magical fire with in my chest. It took many tries, but eventually I was able to control its size, and hence my body temperature.

After four years of this I had become a living breathing woman, with soft flowing hair, and sparkling eyes. Then Arivus introduced me to something I think no other Golem has ever had to put up with, clothes. I had become accustomed to padding around the keep silently on my bare feet, naked and free, and so clothes were an odd and uncomfortable thing to put up with.

They were tight, and restricted my movement. In fact, until I learned better control of my strength, I ruined many outfits by ripping them apart accidently. I look back now and wonder what the seamtresses in town must have thought when they created clothes to be sent to the mage who lived alone in his tower.

Still, eventually I was able to wear them with little or no mishap. I could tie my bodice up without ripping the flimsy straps, and I could pull my skirts up without ripping them to shreds. Arivus was most proud of me, and he often told me how beautiful I looked in them.

Arivus informed me that I would be his bodyguard. I would follow him to meeting of the Order of Arcanus, pretending to be his daughter. I have heard tell of Golems that have turned on and killed their Masters, although I cannot imagine such a thing. Golems have no choice but to obey their Masters, it is part of the process of our creation. The only way such a thing could happen is if one of us were made incorrectly, in which case, it was the mage's fault, and not ours. Also, as part of our creation, being a bodyguard is instinctual. We cannot harm our Masters unless ordered to do so by them, but we also cannot allow harm to fall on them. And so, when he told me this, I merely nodded, for it was only natural that such would be my duty.

"Good, and so we need a name for you. Let us call you... Sarah."

The first meeting of the Order of Arcanus was many many moons away. Summer would come and go and come again before we would need to make our trip.

Arivus assigned me to do chores around the keep, and to be constantly alert for foes. Although the tower was guarded by many magic traps, there was no guarantee that a clever assassin would not find a way around them. However, there was little need for the traps with me around. On two occassions, assassins or theives attemped to enter the tower. On both occassions I killed them long before they made it through the front doors. I would let my Master sleep, and inform him of it upon his awakening. He was quite pleased, and once commented that the intruders must have been quite shocked that the last thing they saw was a beautiful young woman before I snapped their necks. In truth, I had killed both of them by quick strikes to the head, crushing their skulls and spilling their blood like so much bad wine.

However, I took my Master's words to be a suggestion, and made a note to myself to use his neck snapping method the next time. It seemed much more prudent, as I would not have to spend hours cleaning my clothes of blood afterwards. I was able to test this theory mere weeks later--mages are not a beloved group of people--, and I found that it did indeed work much better.

About six moons before the meeting, Master Arivus began to request my presence near him more and more often. Instead of merely serving him his food and then attending to my chores, he would often ask me to wait in the room as he ate. This seemed, at the time, a very inefficient use of my abilities, as there was wood to be chopped, blocks to be lifted, and other work to be done, but I obeyed. Then he began requesting that I sit with him at the table. Again, I obeyed. Eventually he asked me to eat with him. This is something I had practiced earlier in my life. I would eat things as a normal human would, only they would be burned in my magical fire instead of consumed. I could not understand why Arivus would waste his food, knowing that I needed no such thing, but I did as he pleased.

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Part One

One night , as we ate, Arivus stared at me for an odd amount of time. I had become used to his gestures and habit, attempting to always learn more about being human. "Is there something wrong, Master?"

He continued to look at me as though he had not heard the question. A silver knife hung loosely between his fingers. His eyes moved up and down over my body, and came back to mine. "Are you happy here, Sarah?"

There is no way for a Golem to answer this question. Even I, the most advanced Golem in the world, do not feel emotion in the human sense.

Through careful study I could mimic it perfectly, but I could feel it no more than a human can know how to feel like stone. I told him this.

He nodded his head as I answered. "Do you also mimic pleasurable sensations?" he asked. By this, I knew that he meant the physical feelings I had.

"No, Master. I... enjoy the feeling of grass beneath my feet, or of the warm noon day sun. I also enjoy the blistering cold of winter, it is... invigorating. And the feeling of soft flesh under my fingers."

"Soft flesh," he asked, truly puzzled, "who's soft flesh have you been touching?"

"The intruders, Master."

"Oh."

Arivus continued to stare at me. Since I have no emotions, it was not difficult for me to meet his scrutinizing gaze without withering. I merely stared back at him, waiting for his next question. I waited for many long minutes, and then he said, "Come here."

I stood, straightening my skirts as I had been taught to do, walked over to him. He placed one hand on my hip, kneading the flesh over my "bones." Then his hand moved around my waist, up my back, and then back around to my breast, where his thumb slowly circled my nipple.

"You are amazing, Sarah. I truly outdid myself. Can you feel that? Does it feel... er, good?"

"Of course it does, Master, you created me to feel that way."

His other hand came up to my breasts, cupping my tightly laced bodice. Then his hands slowly dropped back down to my waist. I looked into his eyes the entire time, although he was looking at my body more than at me. "Lift up your skirt, Sarah, all the way."

I did so.

He moved his finger through the soft fine mound of hair there, sliding it between my lips, feeling the warmth and wetness of my womanhood.

Electrifying shocks went through my body, but I remained as motionless as a statute, breathing normally and blinking occassionally. He frowned.

"Doesn't that feel good?"

"Of course it does, Master."

"Then why aren't you reacting to it?"

I was momentarily confused. "Should I be, Master?"

"No, of course not. Just as you needed to be trained to breathe, so also you need to be trained to show pleasure." I smiled quickly, the only way I knew to show pleasure, and he laughed. "No, not merely like that." He lifted his glistening finger from my body, and put it in his mouth. Then he nodded, as though to himself, and said in a whisper that would have been lost on human ears, "No, but I know how to teach you."

The next night, he had a visitor whom I was not allowed to meet at first, although he gave me strict orders that I should not harm her under any circumstances, and that I should watch her from the shadows. With my superior abilities, avoiding human notice was as easy as finding the barest of shadows, moving silently and quickly from place to place. He explained to me, in terms I barely understood, that she was a woman from the village who somehow gave aid and comfort to the men of the village and travellers.

She was, by the standards I had yet encountered in my Arivus' books and art, quite beautiful. Slightly taller than I, but with the same full breasts and curvacious figure. She had long dark hair, that travelled to her back.

She and Arivus dined briefly in the main hall, and I watched from the shadows. I noted the way she carried herself, different and more graceful than I. Then the removed to one of the tower's guest bedrooms, although I was surprised to hear Arivus call it his own. I moved quickly through a secret entrance, stealing into the room only moments after them.

Arivus untied the knot of his robe, and let it fall to the floor as he sat down on the bed. I was surprised again, this time that he was wearing nothing under the robe. I had helped him dress many times, and he had always insisted on undergarments of some sort.

The woman smiled, and said, "Mmm, that's a lovely cock you've got there, sir." She stood next to him, and reached a hand out to stroke his member. I had seen it hard this way before, many times in the morning when I had held his robe for him, or coming out of his bath, although I never understood the significance of it. She slipped off her skirts, leaving her bodice on, and climbed onto the bed with him. She moved herself so that she was straddling his hips, and reached down between her legs. I had to move at this point, to get a better view, and when I did I saw her rubbing herself, much as Arivus had rubbed me with his fingers. "There we go, sir, nice and wet for you... shall I?"

Arivus nodded his head.

Her hand turned and surrounded his member, stroking it twice and spreading her glistening fluids over it. Then she pulled it back slightly, aligning it with her body, and guided it against her. The next thing I knew, it appeared to slip into her, and she lowered herself down on it.

"Slowly at first, if you will," Arivus said to her. She nodded, and moved her body slowly up and down. I watched intently, my eyes moving quickly back and forth. I watched the way her face changed as she moved up and down, the way it changed as she sped up or slowed down. I watched her arch her back, or throw her head back, her hair becoming a torrent of dark rain.

I watched the way her body moved as she engulfed Arivus, the way her hips pumped. I listened to every small noise she made, every moan or grunt no matter how insignificant.

She rode on it as I had seen riders on horses, half bouncing on top of him.

I looked briefly at Arivus, eyes closed with a broad smile across his face.

I could see his muscles tensing as he pushed up into her, and then relaxing as he came back down before pushing up again. But I had been instructed to watch her, and so my eyes returned to her.

She began to speed up, slamming herself up and down upon him. Her moans grew louder, bordering on screams. I could see her juices flowing down the shaft of his hard member and down the inside of her thighs. Her fingers tightened into fists, clenching the bedsheets as they did. She bit her lower lip, suppressing a moan. She pushed herself down on him hard, taking all of him inside her, and then began grinding her hips wildly around. I heard Arivus moan deeply.

Then she leaned forward a little, and began humping up and down his shaft once again. Sliding it almost all the way out before falling back down on it. "Oh... god..." she stuttered through clenched teeth, "your... cock... is... so big."

"One of the many blessings of magic," Arivus said in a satisfied tone of voice. "Would you like it any bigger?"

Although her head was moving erratically as her body rocked against Arivus, I could make out the faintest of nods. Arivus waved one of his hands.

Her eyes shot open as though she had been mortally wounded, and then squeezed shut again tightly as she screamed. Although I could not make out any difference in length with him inside her, I could see that it had grown noticably wider.

She continued to pump it in and out of her, until her motions became even more erratic, more wild, her moans peaking higher and higher. She slammed down upon him more fiercly, and with more calculation, as though she was aiming for some particular thing. Then finally, her entire body tensed up and she with a sharp intake of breath she let out a startling moan. She was frozen there, as if time had stopped, and then she suddenly collapsed upon Arivus' chest. I thought for certain that she was dead.

But to my surprise, I observed that she was still breathing, although deeply and erratically. She rolled slowly off Arivus, and I could see that his thighs and member were glistening with her juices.

Arivus sat up slowly, then stood, his erection still quite evident as he slipped his robes over his shoulders. He glanced in my direction, and motioned quickly his is hand that I should meet him outside in the hall. I realized that the woman was asleep, so I padded gently out the door behind him. He closed it as I walked out and turned towards me. "Did you see all of it?"

"Everything was turned towards me," I answered. it wasn't sarcasm, Golems just tend to have literal answers.

"Can you mimic it?"

"Yes, would you like me to now?" I was prepared to kneel on the floor and repeat the girl's gestures and sounds as closely as I could.

"No, I believe you. However, there are two more things that we are going to do before she leaves. I'm going to have you go in there and have a bit of fun with her, but before that, I'm going to teach you another important lesson you'll need to know. Get on your knees."

I slid down to my knees, and found his cock pointing almost exactly between my eyes. I could see that it was still glistening with the juices that had flowed from the woman's body, and I could even smell them.

"Lick it," my Master commanded.

I began to lick at it, tasting the woman as I did. However, Arivus seemed displeased. His right hand slid into my hair, and pulled me until my face beside and under his cock. "Now," he said, "press your mouth against it, the flat of your tongue, and slide up and down it."

I did as he told me, sliding the flat of my tongue along the length of his cock, cleaning the underside of it and then moving my head slightly to begin working on another side. "Good," he said, "but look up at me as you do it, and try to smile seductively." Again, I did so, looking up at him with my innocent brown eyes, and giving him a soft smile. "Ahh, very good, Sarah, very good." I smiled a little more, and purred softly. Suddenly, he took a step to his left, turning to point his cock at my face again, his hand still in my hair.

"Rub it against your lips, Sarah."

I took it carefully between my fingers, rubbing the slick head against my lips as I stared up at him. I could feel my own saliva rubbing into my skin, and I felt his cock throb, followed by a spurt of clear warm liquid that spread over my lips like a gloss.

"Take it into your mouth, slowly, and suck it gently. Use your mouth as that woman used her body. Please me."

I opened my mouth slowly, letting him feel my warm breath on the head of his cock, and ever so slowly closed my lips around the head. I heard Arivus' sharp intake of breath as my tongue began caressing his cock, and I felt his hand tighten in my hair. I slowly began to inch his cock into my mouth, my eyes locked with his as I did. I felt it pressing against the insides of my cheeks. Looking at my Master, I could see that he was enjoying what I was doing, which encourage me to continue. My lips slid down to the base of his cock, and I held it there in my throat for a moment, turning my head slightly and allowing my tongue to slide against his skin.

I put my hands on the back of his thighs so I could rock my body against him, allowing me to move my entire body as I took long quick strokes with my mouth. I would let the tip of his cock almost slide from between my lips until leaning back into him, taking him quickly down to his base.

I found that I enjoyed the feeling of his warm hard cock in my mouth, and eventually closed my eyes to concentrate more fully on pleasing him. He pushed my hair back so he could more carefully watch my lips travel up and down his shaft. I found myself hungry for his cock, wanting him badly. I loved the feel of his thick cock, sliding between my soft lips, feeling every inch of him as I took him into my mouth. I loved the feel of it pressing into my throat, invading my mouth while pleasing him.

His hands softly cradled my face, framing it with my light hair, and he held me still for a moment. Then he began to slowly move his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. I opened my eyes to stare up at him as he fed his cock into my warm wet mouth. He pushed into my mouth, and I lovingly accomodated him. He began to thrust furiously, filling my mouth with his hard cock. He began to thrust more erratically, gripping my face tightly, pulling me to his base. Suddenly, I felt his warm seed spilling into my mouth, warm and sticky-sweet. I swallowed instinctively, loving the taste of my Master's gift. He pulled his throbbing cock from my lips, and I felt a warm splatter on my face, hitting my lips, my cheeks, and splattering against my eyelid.

I felt the head of his still-throbbing cock pressed against my covered lips, and began to lap at it with my tongue as he had told me. Pressing against it, covering it, tasting his seed on it. I licked the head clean, and then began to make my way down his shaft, letting his cock cradle against my face as I went.

When it was clean and glistening he took a step back. I ran my tongue over my lips, licking them clean, and then ran the back of my hand over them.

"Do you like that taste of my cum, my pet?"

"Yes Master," I said, as I bent over and began to clean the rest of his cum from my face with my skirt.

"Good," he said, and patted me softly on the head. "Now, I want you to go back into the room. Be mindful, I shall be watching you. Experiment with her, learn to enjoy your physical gifts." He told me what to say to her to gain her confidence, but nothing more.

When I had cleaned myself up, the taste of my Master's cum still fresh in my mouth, I dutifully turned towards the door. Glancing briefly at him, I stepped towards it.

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Part Two

She was asleep when I entered the room. I could hear her soft breathing as her chest slowly rose and fell. I padded over to her silently, careful not to disturb her. I sat down on the comfortable bed, and she stirred ever so slightly. Her eyes fluttered a momentarily, and then she saw me.

"Who are you then?" she asked in half-asleep voice, not yet awake enough to be alarmed by my sudden presence.

"I'm Arivus' niece," I said in a soft voice. "I'm staying here for a week on my way back to my father's lands."

"Ah... I'm... Arivus' housemaid. Has he told you about me?"

I giggled at her, smiling a beaming smile at the same time, "You're rather oddly dressed for a housemaid, don't you think?" She suddenly realised that her skirts were bundled in a heap on the floor, and that all she was wearing was her bodice. At that point, she seemed to wake up quite a bit, and made a grab to pull some blankets over her. I stopped her, grabbing her hand and capturing her with my smile again.

"Oh, don't be silly, it's not like I've never seen a naked woman before," I said laughingly. I admired her body, from the curves of her hips to the hidden curves of her breast. "Besides, you've nothing to be ashamed of."

She smiled back, "Where is Arivus?"

"Oh, he's gone to sleep. I do believe you wore him out." At this, she blushed, and I could feel my newfound sense of sexuality grow strong with desire. "It seems he did the same to you," I said, grinning at her.

She searched briefly for a response, but before she could come up with one, I had moved towards her and kissed her softly on the lips. She was hesitant at first, I think she was still confused and tired, but as my tongue danced over her lips, I felt them part to allow my entrance. Our lips met as our tongue slid over and around each other. My hair fell over her, framing her face, and I could see that she had closed her eyes.

Still kissing her, I placed one hand on her hip, my fingers splayed over her, and began to let it move in slow circles. I could feel her body reacting to mine touch, pushing slightly off the bed. My fingers moved over her waist, and the slowly over her bodice, gently tracing the curves of her breasts. I found the delicate straps of her bodice, and without looking undid them. I pushed the bodice aside, feeling the soft warm flesh of her breast for the first time. She pushed herself up to meet my hand, arching her back, and moaned softly into my mouth. My fingertips roamed over the curves of her breasts. Then, slowly, teasingly, I took her nipple between two fingers and gently massaged it. I felt her body shutter, and she began to moan more loudly.

I moved my face away from her just slightly, our wet embrace ending, but I kept my lips half-touching hers. I could feel them quiver as I gently rolled her nipple between my fingers, and then, as I squeezed it, she gently bit my lower lip. She looked so beautiful, her eyes tightly closed, the pleasure clear on her face.

I began to kiss down her cheekbone, then down her neck to her collarbone.

Finally, I lowered my head to her breast, letting my warm wet mouth engulf her. Her whole body moved up to me, her arms wrapping around my head. She opened her eyes and looked down at me for the first time as my tongue began to make slow circles around her nipple, and as my hand began to trail slowly back down her body.

I let my hand slide down to her thighs, and then slowly slid it back up, letting my fingernails rake softly against her skin. As I moved them up I could feel the warmth coming from her pussy. I let my fingertips tease the soft flesh along her slit, dipping one finger between her lips and letting it slide the length of her. Her hips lifted up to me, urging my finger deeper, but I held them where they were, teasingly her uncontrollably.

I continued to play with her nipple with my tongue, my lips pressed flush against her breast. I slid one finger into her, and I felt her hips buck upwards onto it. She was incredibly wet, and I slipped another finger into her. My fingers pumped slowly into her, her juices coating them in a slick glistening sheen. Her arms, lovingly wrapped around my head, began to subtly urge me downwards. After smiling up at her, I followed her urges, kissing a wet trail down her firm stomach, moving down farther and farther until my face is perched over her wet slit, two fingers still slowly pumping into her.

I took a moment to appreciate her sweat covered body from this angle. Her eager eyes looking down at me over her beautiful breasts. Her slit, soaked with her juices, and the tender pink inside. I inhaled deeply, breathing in her womanly scent. Then slowly, lovingly, I parted my lips, letting the tip of my tongue slide between her lips, tasting her. I let my tongue travel slowly up and down her, relishing her sweet taste and warmth. Her back arched, and I could see her staring down at me, biting her lower lip in anticipation.

"You taste delicious," I said to her in low voice, spreading her lips with fingers. I ran my tongue along her again, and felt her shiver. Then I slowly pushed my tongue into her wetness. I turned my head from side to side, and then up and down, letting my tongue explore every inch of her that I could reach. I curled my tongue up a little to find the top of her pussy. Then I began to quickly bob my head against her, my tongue pumping into her as I fingered her clit with my spare hand. Her hands pulled on my hair, urging me forward, deeper into her. I could feel her thighs squeezing gently against my cheeks, and I could feel her body shivering uncontrollably.

Her juices spread across my lips and face, and I was urged on by her low moans of pleasure. I began to moan myself, loving the scent and taste of her. My head moved quickly against her, my whipping back and forth in front of my face. Her hips rose to meet me. I found my other hand sliding down my body, until my fingers were tracing the fold of my slit. I spread my lips slowly, my tongue still sliding in and out of my luscious partner, my fingers still playing with her hard clit.

As I touched my own clit, I felt jolt of electricity up and down my spine.

I had been touched there before, but never in the throes of sexual abandon.

I my body shook hard, and for a moment, I had to stop. I found my composure quickly, and began to rub my clit just as I rubbed hers. Our bodies began rocking in sync, guided by the rhythm of my fingers, accentuated by the deep probing of my tongue.

I was intoxicated by the sweet smell of her sweat covered body, and by the lovely scent and taste of her womanhood. I was hyponotized by the writhing motions that flowed between us, moving between our bodies like wine from bottle to goblet. I wanted her to give her body to me, to entrust in me her most loving exchange. I wanted her to cum for me.

As she could read my mind, I felt her body tensing up. She lifted herself from her shoulder, her body raising into the air above the bed, pushing my up with her. I moved my mouth up, covering her clit with it. I sucked her clit into my mouth, squeezing it gently between my teeth as I flicked my tongue over it. She began to moan wildly, softer and of a different character than she had when my Master had been inside her. Her clit slid in and out of my mouth, my tongue sliding over it in wet swirls. Her hips bucked violently twice, and then she came. I followed her through the throes of her orgasm, and my mouth stayed with her as she slowly came down from it. I licked gently at her slit as her body lowered back to the bed, listening to her slow deep breathing, relishing the taste of her delicious juices.

"Oh, love... that was... wonderful," she said in soft exhausted voice. I smiled up her, my lips and cheeks glistening with her juices, although her eyes were already closed. I made my way back up her body, propping myself up on my elbow as I lay next to her. I ran my fingers through her soft hair, and was rewarded with a purr of contentment from her. I leaned close to her, nuzzling against her neck and stroking her long dark hair until I was sure she was asleep. I pulled the covers up over her naked body, and I wiped my lips again with the back of my hand.

Then, I carefully removed myself from the bed, surprised to find that my clothes were soaked in my own sweat. My body had reacted without my conscious control, and I was confused. However, I didn't have time to dwell on it, as I saw Arivus glide out of door through the shadows, and I knew I should go to meet him. I glided out the door.

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Part Three

I padded behind my Master, following him in silence to his private bedroom. When we arrived, he handed me a small leather bag, and said, "Put these on, Sarah, and be quick about it." He walked to the other side of the room and poured himself a glass of wine.

I looked in the bag, pulling out the thin flimsy contents of it. At first, I wasn't sure what I was holding, and I was puzzled. The material was a dark raven black, very thin, and had a soft silky texture to it.

As I turned them in my hands I realized that one item was a top, and the other a very short skirt. I slid my arms between the delicate straps of the top, letting it fall over my shoulders, and then stepped into the skirt. When pulled it up to my waist, I realized just how short it was, barely reaching my thighs. I looked back in the bag, and saw two thin straps of the same dark material. I tied one tightly around my throat, using it as a choker, and used the other to tie my hair back into a long queue.

I looked at myself in the mirror for a moment. I was struck by how much of my flesh was exposed compared to the clothes that I usually had to wear. My legs, well defined were entirely exposed. The meager top covered my breasts, barely, leaving my flat stomach exposed, and the black ribbbon around my throat offset the slender curve of my neck. I ran my hands seductively over the curve of my waist, hips, and thighs. I smiled at the image in the mirror, extremely satisfied with the shape my Master had given me.

"Come," I heard my Master call to me. I immediately turned towards him, walking slowly across the room letting my hips sways I did. I could feel the cool night breeze over my entire body, electrifying my skin in a way it never had before.

I stood before my Master, looking into his eyes. Then I let my eyes run up and down his body, and I could see the bulge under his robe. I looked back up into his eyes, and let my fingers slowly untie the belt holding his robe. Then I slid the robe open, my slender fingers immediately going to Arivus' hard cock. It seemed so large between my small hands, and I began to wonder how I had ever gotten into my mouth. At that moment, Arivus leaned towards me, and kissed me deeply. The feeling of his tongue in my mouth, sliding against my tongue, exploring my mouth, was amazing, and I began to writhe against him. I continued to stroke his cock, purring in satisfaction as my breasts rubbed against his chest.

Then I felt his hand, warm and strong, at the back of my neck. He pulled me away from him, turning me with his hand, and bent me over his head.

My face was flat against the bed, and he leaned forward, his hand holding my neck down. I felt his fingers spreading the lips of my pussy and began to purr louder.

"You did quite well in there, my little Sarah. Watching you was... quite enthralling. But now I have need of you." I could barely concentrate on his words. The feeling of his fingers, twirling over my wetness, sliding into me, and then out to flick at my swollen clit dominated my mind. My entire body reacted to each motion of his hands.

"However I may be of service to you, my Master, I am yours to use," I said in uneven breaths.

"Of course you are, my darling slave, and I intend to put you to the best of uses." With that, he removed his fingers from my pussy, and I could feel him repostitioning himself. His hand still held my face fast to the bed. I felt something too wide to be his fingers pressing against me, and I knew immediately that it was the head of his cock. I tried to look back over my shoulder at him, but I could not. Although I could have easily overpowered another man, the grip of my Master was a command that I could not disobey. I felt him rub his cock up and down over my wet lips, and I attempted to push back against him, to ease him into me, but he moved away slightly, teasing my burning desires.

Suddenly, I saw tiny explosions before my eyes as I felt his cock press into me. I could feel the head pushing the walls of my pussy apart, spreading them as he invaded my body. I bit hard on my lower lip, squeezing my eyes shut tightly. He continued to push inside me, and I could feel every minute detail of his cock. I could feel the bulge and thrub of every vein. My superhuman senses were overwhelmed by the feeling of his long thick shaft slowly pushing into me. He buried himself in me, pushing deep into my willing body. When he was fully in, he stopped.

My fingers were clenched tightly on the bedsheets, and his momentary stop gave me a moment to compose myself. I relished the feeling of being filled by his manhood. I snuggled my face against the soft sheets of the bed, purring contendly to myself. I felt him flip my short skirt up over the soft curve of my ass, and I knew that he himself was enjoying the looks of his shaft imbedded deeply in me. His hand tightened around my hip as he slowly drew his cock back out of me. I tried to press back against him, to have him back inside me, but he held me where I was.

Small begging moans escaped from my throat, and I continued to try to wiggle back onto his cock. He spread my legs a little farther, pushing them aside with his feet against mine. He thrust quickly into me, burying his cock in me.

I gasped in surprise and pleasure, biting down on the bedsheets and moaning loudly. His hand on my hip guided my body, slamming me back into his cock as he thrust rapidly forward. His cock reamed into me, the entire length of it sliding into me over and over. His fingers curled tightly through my hair as he forced my body against him.

I could feel every inch of his cock as it pistoned in and out of me. I moaned loudly between clenched teeth, grinding my pussy against his cock, squeezing the shaft gently as it pushed deep into me. He continued to slam into me relentlessly, his balls slapping against my clit with each thrust.

I felt a strange sensation, coming from my pussy and flowing over my body. Waves of pleasure flooded over me like waves pounding against the shore. I began slamming back against his cock harder and harder, faster and faster, and he began to speed up to match my motions, as though guiding me still. My body moved more urgently, and I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, breathing hard and irregularly into the bedsheets. Then, like an explosion, I felt myself cumming. The first orgasm of my life wracked through me, exploding within me like a fire raging through my body. I moaned loudly between parted lips, and thrust back hard, burying his cock deep into me one last time as my orgasm peaked.

A few moments must have passed that I have no recollection of, and when I found my compsure again I could feel my Master sliding his cock in and out of me in long slow strokes. I could feel the moisture of the bed, and the sweat cooling off my forehead and back. I opened my eyes at last, still purring a low purr as my Master continued to fuck me, and realized that I had ripped the bedsheets through my fingers. I looked back at Arivus. He smiled down at me with a contented look on his face, his cock still sliding into my dripping wet hole, still so very hard.

"Did you like that, little pet?"

I smiled weakly at him, still lost in the feeling of my orgasm, and nodded slowly. After a few more wonderful strokes of his cock, he pulled out of me completely. I moaned in displeasure, weakly pushing back in an attempt to find the head of his cock, but I couldn't. I wanted it inside me so much. Instead, he pulled me down off the bed, until I was one my knees, my face and arms outstretched on the covers. He told me to turn around. I spun to face him, kneeling backwards onto the bed, my head tilted back over it, my arms outstrecthed on it. He stood before me, his cock standing tall in front of me, glistening with my cum. He put his hand on my head again, guiding his cock against my lips. I swirled saliva around the inside of my mouth as he rub the head of his cock over my lips, coating them with my own cum. He pressed harder against my lips, which I happily parted for him. He slid his cock between them, and began pumping it into my hungry mouth. I swallowed his cock eagerly, tasting my juices on his cock.

I could tell that the sight of me was turning him on even more. He loved the way I was tilted, kneeling backwards against the bed, my arms outstretched as though I was relaxing against the bed, my head resting against the satin sheets, but leaned forward just enough to take his cock. Our eyes were locked together, and he could see the smiling sparkle in mine. I lifted on arm off the bed, and my hand seductively slid down my body. He watched as it snaked downward, until I found my own wetness. I squeezed my eyes closed again as I began to finger my hard clit. I began writhing my kneeling body at the same rhythm as his cock pumped into my mouth. I looked up at him through half-closed eyes, and he beamed an approving smile down at me. I turned my head from side to side as he pumped his cock into my mouth, moaning hungrily around his thick shaft. I continued to play with myself, indulging in the sweet pleasure of my clit as I sucked my Master's cock.

Then he removed his cock from my mouth. I thought he was going to cum on my face again, but it merely stood there throbbing. He pulled my hand up from my pussy, and, taking the other, he had me push my breast together around his shaft. I pushed the soft lobes together so that they were gently squeezing his shaft, and he began to pump it back and forth between them. I was utterly enthralled with the feeling of his thick veiny cock sliding slickly between the valley of my breasts. I leaned my head back, exposing my neck, and let his head slide against it, rubbing against the silken choker around it. Then I leaned my head forward again to watch his cock slide between my breasts, which were now glistening with the saliva I had lapped upon his shaft when I had been suckling it only moments earlier. I swiped at the head of his cock as it neared my face, and then, bending forward a little more, I was able to take the head of it into my mouth on each stroke.

As he pulled it from my mouth, I felt it throb erratically between my breast and I felt his body tense. Then I felt his hot cum explode onto my chest. I felt hot spurts land on my breasts, my neck, and a little on my face. His cock surged and surged, spraying me for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, with one last shudder, I heard him sigh and saw his body relax.

I ran my fingers through the cum coating my breasts, rubbing it into my skin, as I began to dutifully lick his cock clean of it. I smiled up at him, and told him how much I loved the taste of my Master's cock. His hands gently stroked my hair, as I took his softening cock into my mouth and sucked it lovingly. After he was fully satisfied, he climbed into his bed and left me to do my chores.

After that night, I became my Master's plaything every night. He taught me many more things about sex, and I learned a great deal about his own likes and dislikes. I would dress however he wished me to, sometimes in very revealing clothing, other times in very innocent and proper clothing. I would do whatever he wished on command, whether it was sucking his cock under the dinner table while he ate, or riding him on his bed until he came inside me. Sometimes he would just order me to play with myself while he stroked his own cock, although inevitabely he would call me over to him to finish him off. A Golem has no greater pleasure than pleasing its master, and I had found a way to please mine that no other Golem had ever been able to do before. I was content.

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Part Four

One night, many hours after my Master had gone to sleep, I was going about my nightly chores when I heard the Great Smasha go off. The Great Smasha is one of my Master's less ingenious traps: essentially it is nothing but a large boulder suspended by a magical platform, linked to a ward below. When the unsuspecting thief or assassin steps on the ward, the boulder comes down at blinding speed. Very few intruders are fast enough to avoid the rock, and none are strong enough to survive its ten ton weight. I sighed because I knew that I would know have to haul the boulder back up to the platform, and it was but one more of an endless task of things to do.

I knew, twenty or thirty paces from the boulder, that it had not found its target. I should have been able to smell the fresh blood, or hear it dripping slowly down the walls. As I glanced around in the pitch darkness, my night vision easily made out a figure standing in the shadows. But the look of the rough individual, he was a thief, not an assassin. I walked past him, ignoring him as I moved towards the boulder. I thought perhaps he might run, making the chase more fun.

Instead, I was suprised to hear him step out behind me. Curious, I let him approach. He was surprisingly quick, and even more surprisingly quiet, and normal human would have had no chance of hearing his footfalls. I decided that was an assassin after all.

He slipped his hand around my mouth, and I could feel the cold steel of a dagger held against my throat in the next instant.

"So much as a peep out of ye, lassie, and you'll not live to finish your next breath," he hissed at me. I could feel the coarse hair of his beard against my cheek, the foul stench of his breath, and the dagger pulled tighter as if emphasizing the point. "Now, you'll keep your voice low, and you'll answer me questions. Who are ye that you be here in this foul tower? Only the mage Arivus lives here from what I've heard."

He lifted his hand from my mouth, but only just barely, and I said in quiet whisper, "I'm his daughter, he's ill and I've come to take care of him."

"Unlucky that is, lass, for I've come for your father. And worry not, lass, he'll have no concerns of illness after tonight." He paused for a moment, and I wondered what he would do next. Finally, he said, "How old are ye, lassie?"

"Eighteen summers," I said, picking a random age that I could easily pass for.

"Aye, and a fine specimen you are for such a ripe age." I could feel his body temperature rise, and I could also feel a stiffness growing down below, pressing the back of my skirts. His left hand lowered from my mouth, sliding down to my bodice and squeezing the softness of my breast. I could almost hear the leer in his breathing. Then his hand slid lower, tugging my skirts up as his finger worked their way between my legs. "Aye, a very fine specimen, indeed." He paused again, then he hissed into my ear in an evil voice, "I warn ya again, lassie, you'll keep quiet or I'll slit your throat, ya understand?" I merely nodded.

He pushed me forward against the large boulder that should have been his death. He began to grope my breast again, more frantically, the dagger still pressed tightly againt my neck. I could feel the hardness of his cock although his pants and my skirts separated us. He began to grind it between the curves of my ass. Then, I felt his left hand lower, moving around to undo his belt. Then I heard his pants drop to the ground as he began to lift the back of my skirts.

"No, please don't," I begged him with mock concern. "Take whatever you like, but please leave me alone... I've never... I'm pure..."

"I am going to take what I like, wench, and you're to keep your mouth shut about it." He pulled the dagger tight again, so tight that a normal human would have been unable to talk, and I felt it just begin to cut through the soft flesh that encased me. Then he kicked my legs apart, forcing me to spread them.

I leaned my face comfortably against the hard cold surface of the boulder. I smiled to myself in the darkness, away from his glance, and said in the same small voice as before, "Please, oh gods, please don't..."

I could feel the head of his cock searching for my wet opening, guided by his hand at the base. After fumbling in the dark for moment, he found my womanhood and roughly forced his way into it.

"Nnnngh, you're so tight, lass... ye must not have... been lying... but you're so wet too," he said between dispasstionate thrusts. I was indeed wet, and although his cock was smaller than my Master's, it still felt wonderful to have it in me. I only moaned in response.

His hand reached forward, tearing at my bodice, and then he tightly clutched at my breast, practically clawing it. His forceful strokes excited me, using me in a way that even my Master had not in all the long nights we had had together. He wanted me to hurt as he fucked me, he needed to show me that he was the dominant one. It was all I could do not to grind back against him, not to let him know how much I loved having cock inside me, anyone's cock.

"Squeeze my cock you little whore," he said, although I could tell he didn't expect me to respond. He just continued to fuck my tight pussy.

Then he unexpectedly slowed down. At first I wondered if he had already cum, but I hadn't felt the tell-tale throbbing of his cock that usually came when my Master fucked me. He continued to stroke slowly into me, but I felt his hand lifting the back of my skirts higher.

"I should keep ye all for myself, ye hot little tart, keep ye around to fuck when's I like," he hissed into my ear again as he withdrew his cock from me. I was perplexed, I didn't know why he had stopped. Then he slid his slick cock between the crevice of my ass.

"What... what are you doing?" I said with some concern, although at this point I was more curious than anything.

"Mind your tongue, harlot, lest you lose it." With that, he nudged the head of his cock against the puckering of my ass. "Now, let's see if we can fit it in here."

At first, I still didn't understand what he was doing, but then when the head of his cock slid into my ass I felt a wave of pleasure like I had never felt before. His cock felt so huge as it pushed into me, invading a part of me that I had never had used before. With some difficulty, he managed to get his head into my tight opening, and the began to push his shaft in. I bit my lower lips, squeezing my eyes closed, and leaned my face hard against the boulder.

"Ahhh, gods yes, that's it..." His free hand grabbed tightly onto my waist, and he began to slam his cock into my ass. I stifled a moan that nearly escaped my lips, but the pleasure was almost bearable. My body rocked with the force of his thursts, pushing me against the boulder even harder. I could feel blood trickling from my neck, but I paid it no mind. He slammed into me, harder and harder with each stroke, as if he was taking all the frustration in the world out on my so easily fuckable body. He grunted fiercely, and fucked my equally fiercely. I remained a passive participant, letting his shaft make quick deep thrust into my ass. I could tell that he was beyond noticing my actions, so I slipped on hand discreetly down to my clit.

The sensation of his cock slamming into my ass as I fingered myself was unbelievable. I felt and orgasm rise up in me, and I had to fight hard not to let it show. I felt a thin layer of sweat break up over my entire body. I came with an unbearable power, and I bit my lower lip until I could taste the blood in my mouth to stifle a scream of pleasure. I continued to finger myself as my juices began to trickles down my leg. I came again almost immediately, and then it felt as if I was cumming each time he stroked into me, pushing deep into my body to release some secret pleasure I had never known before. My cum flowed freely down the inside of my thighs now.

I do not know how long he fucked me against that cold boulder, only that at some point I felt his cock throb powerfully, and I realized that he was about to cum. My first instinct was to turn, to drop to my knees, to take his cock into my mouth and lavish it with loving attention until he came. To swallow him, to relish the taste of his cum on my tongue. I wanted to worship this divine cock that had brought me so much pleasure, to show him how much I needed it.

Instead, I felt the cum surge up from his balls, through his cock, and explode into my ass. He continued to push into my ass, harder and more desperately, as his cum repeatedly shot into me, filling me, coating his cock with his own sticky seed. After his last shot, his body relaxed.

With no words of parting or sorrow, he drew the cold steel blade across my throat, biting deep. I made a gurgling noise, and dropped to my knees, as the blood spread across my torn bodice. I heard him lift his pants up, do his belt, and wipe the blade across his leg to clean it.

Then he turned.

Before he had finished his turn, I rose silently to my feet, spun around, and faced him. I darted my hands forward, found his head, and quickly, painlessly, bent it until I heard a satisfying muffled snap. I tried to be as gentle as I could with his death, this second lover of mine. Then I carefully placed his body on the boulder, and removed them both from the hallway.

That morning, when Arivus awoke, I was in his bedroom, completely naked.

I informed him at his bed that I had caught yet another assassin attempting to enter the keep. As usual, he asked the details. As I began to explain them, his member grew hard. Without needing to be told, I took a moment from my story to run my tongue over the palm of my hand, getting it quite slick with my saliva, and then began to stroke his growing member. It was quite obvious that he was excited by my story, and every so often I would have to return my hand to my mouth to keep his cock well lubricated. I enjoy the feeling of my slender fingers wrapped around the shaft of his cock, my saliva making it slick as I pump my tiny fist up and down the length of it. I smiled coyly at him, telling my story as innocently as a child's faerie tale. I leaned over, halfway through, and took his cock into my mouth. My hair fell around my face, the tips of it brushing his thighs, and I sucked him for many long moments before lifting my wet lips from him to continue my story.

Without pause, I casually straddled his hips, guiding myself down on his thick cock. I rode it for a few strokes, now relaying the night's events through clenched teeth. I smiled at him, still telling him of my little adventure, as I lifted myself off him and positioned the head of his cock under my ass. I told him how the assassin had done something I had never done before. I teasingly ground down on his cock, although I never quite let the head enter my ass.

Finally, as I was nearing the end of my story, I lowered my body, letting him fill my other hole. He grunted loudly as he squeezed into me. I finished my story quickly, and then began to finger my clit as I rode up and down on his cock. I writhed wildly in front of him, sitting straight up, fingering myself as I forced his cock in and out my ass. My hair whipped around as I began to cum over and over again, as I had before. My Master finished much the same way as the assassin earlier, filling my ass with his hot seed.

I collapsed on top of him, utterly and completely fulfilled, stroking his sticky cock lazily. He pushed my head gently downward, and I slid down the length of him, resting my face on his thigh, and slowly sucked him.

As I said, there is no greater pleasure for a Golem than pleasing her Master... except perhaps when she is pleased by her Master in the process.

The End

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