Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Somewhere, from far away, the ceaseless movement of water was heard. The figure huddled in the corner paid no attention to the sound. Such annoyances were far from her frightened mind, at the moment. And frightened she was. For who wouldn’t be?
Footsteps.
Coming closer.
The figure let out a small whimper, curling in upon itself, as if that would protect it from what lay ahead. The heavy door of her cell opened with an ominous creak, and in the doorway stood a large man, about six feet tall, covered from head to foot in armour. With a small sneer on his face, he went into the cell, and grabbed the figure’s arm with one powerful, meaty hand. He lifted it up effortlessly, and threw back its hood.
It was a drow: a girl, no older than 19, with skin the colour of almonds, and silvery-white hair that looked to be as soft as silk. Her eyes were wide, glittering with the fear that she felt. Letting out a yelp, she twisted and turned, writhing in the guard’s grasp, trying to go free.
“Behave!” snarled the guard, before using his other hand to slap the girl right across the face.
The shock of pain caused the drow to freeze, and raise one hand to her cheek. Tears filled her eyes, as she looked up at the guard. Her lips moved, but there was no sound. She couldn’t speak, the large scar running across her neck testified to that.
Smirking, the guard began to drag the young girl along, using his other hand to pinch and prod at her tender young body. Thick fingers ran down her spine, pushing through the fabric and finding her ass crack. He grinned as he felt the satisfying tightness of her buttocks, clenching instinctively around his meaty digit. The drow turned her head back, trying to see what he was doing, but it only got her a smack on the head, before his finger found its previous perch. ‘I might as well use her to her full advantage, while I have the chance,’ he thought to himself.
The drow, Cathaleira was her name, felt a burning shame as she felt a thick finger invade her ass. What was he doing? Why? She didn’t like this… not at all… she didn’t even know why the troop of men had caught her, she hadn’t been doing anything wrong! Swallowing back her fear, she glanced first right, then left, seeing nothing but more cells with locked doors. She didn’t like this. Not at all.
Presently, the guard led her to a set of doors, deep beneath the castle. Cat stared at them, and pressed herself back against the guard, clearly showing her unwillingness to go in. The guard said nothing, but pushed her against the metal doors, hard, then reached out and opened them, making her stagger within the dark room.
Cat glanced around her, breathing intensely. There was nothing to see, it was all dark. Long, delicate drow ears, so used to hearing the slightest noise, seemed deaf in this place. Before she could turn around, several hands grabbed her, and started to drag her into the room.
Cat opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. The hands pinched and prodded her, going over her back, her arms, her breasts, pinching her nipples, twisting them until she writhed in pain. Others slipped below her chest, running over her stomach, her hips. Over her buttocks. One even slipped down between her legs, causing her to gasp in shock and horror as it began to rub her ultra sensitive clit.
“Strip her,” came a voice, deep and rumbling.
Instantly, the hands became aggressive, more violent, as they clawed at her tender young body, tearing her clothes off, revealing almond-coloured flesh to the cool air. Cat’s skin was instantly covered in goosebumps, and she shivered, her nipples hardened. But, something else also happened… she felt cool, between her legs. Her pussy had become wet, and now, with the protection of fabric rudely ripped away from her, it was more evident. The hands continued to fondle her virginal body, squeezing her breasts, fondling her buttocks, running down her slit. And as they did so, they dragged her further and further away from the now closed door, to the center of the room.
Surprisingly, there lay a bed. Illuminated in a soft light. The covers were silk, with a blood-red hue. It was rounded, with large, comfortable pillows at one end. Cat tried to pull away, but she found herself lying on her back, the hands pushing her down, pressing her into the soft mattress. There was a loud click, and then, the hands were gone. Cat blinked, instantly using her hands to cover her chest, and glanced around her.
Nothing.
There was no one.
She was all alone.
Slowly, keeping one hand against her breasts, Cat sat up. There was that faint clicking noise again, and she felt a heaviness around her neck. Blinking, she raised her other hand, grasping her neck, and gasped. A collar. It was a large, heavy, cruel, black thing, and attached to it was a thick chain. It ended at one of the bed posts, which was also made of the same cruel-looking black metal.
‘What’s happening?’ she thought to herself.
A noise.
In the darkness.
Footsteps.
Coming closer.
Cat blinked, biting her lower lip, and shifted back, until her back was pressing against the cushions, and there was no where else to go. Who was coming? What was coming? Her naked body was trembling, in fear and from the cold. She felt so confused, so vulnerable. She didn’t like this, not at all.
“Then why is your pussy wet?” came that deep, rumbling voice. Cat gasped, clenching her legs tightly together, and curled up into a ball, staring wide-eyed at the figure that had appeared before her. If she could have screamed, she would have. Standing before her, was a large, looming figure. Nearly eight feet all, compared to her 5’6. He had a muscular build, and the soft light illuminated them, creating a play of shadows and lights on his smooth flesh. His hair was a deep black, and fell down his back like a smooth, straight waterfall. His features… his features were shadowed, yet Cat made out two intense, glittering eyes, staring at her with what could only be lust. Her eyes lowered of their own accord, down, down his body, to his hips. And… she swallowed, eyes fixed on his swollen member. It was thick, and hard, a good three inches in diameter, and was at least 10 inches long.
Cat felt her face turning a deep crimson, as her cheeks burned in embarrassment. Yet, she couldn’t look away, her eyes transfixed on the sight before her. She’d never seen a naked man before, she’d never even been naked in front of anyone before, let alone a stranger.
‘What does he want?’ she thought to herself.
“Isn’t that obvious, Cat?” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble, before getting on the bed. He crawled up slowly, like a giant predator, eyes transfixed on the naked and terrified young girl only inches away from him. “Do you have any idea who I am?” Cat shook her head, staring at him wide eyed. “Ituralde,” was all he said, before diving down and using powerful hands to spread her legs wide. Cat’s eyes widened at the name, but before she could try to go free, she found herself prone on her back, legs spread wide, and going wider. Her mouth opened for another scream, yet, like before, nothing came out.
Ituralde continued to spread her shapely legs, until they were spread so far that it was starting to hurt her. Her pussy lips had slowly begun to spread as well, until it was fully exposed to view. He could easily see her wet hole, her clit, and even her tiny asshole, peeking out from beneath her round ass cheeks. Pressing his face against her virgin pussy, he breathed deeply, taking in the fresh, intoxicating scent of unused teen pussy. Cat stared at him, horrified that anyone was this close to her most intimate parts, yet no matter how much she struggled, his hands were like vices, gripping her hard.
And then, she gasped, feeling something warm and wet, lapping at her extra sensitive clit. Ituralde had pressed his face against her pussy, and was lapping up her nectar hungrily, greedily. His tongue rolled around her extra sensitive clit, sucking on it, biting it hard, which made her squeal silently with pain. His tongue roamed over her pussy lips, lapping at them, then traveled down her slit, finding its way to her hole. The hot tongue swirled around the tight hole, then started to creep in, lapping up her juices along the way. Cat squirmed, squeezing her thighs in an attempt to push him away, but that only egged him on further.
Ituralde chuckled into her hot depths, sucking as much of her flesh as he could, pulling on it, biting, nibbling. It tasted so good. He was in heaven. Young, tender pussies always tasted the best, especially when the girl was frightened as well.
Cat’s breathing had increased. For throughout the ravishing of her body, she’d felt a warmth, in her belly. At first, she’d paid little attention to it, instead trying to make Ituralde stop licking her private parts. But now… now… she felt the warmth, deep within her, start to build up.
‘What’s happening?’ she thought breathlessly, her body squirming and writhing beneath his invading tongue. His mouth moved back up, and lips wrapped themselves around her clit, sucking on it between his teeth, while his tongue flicked over the sensitive top. Cat’s body jerked, as she felt the burning desire well up deep within her. She was going to… she was… she didn’t know what was happening. She wanted it to stop, she wanted it to go on. She was confused.
Orgasm.
Her eyes widened, and she bit down on her tongue, letting out a small hiss as her back arched, her nectar pouring fourth from her virginal depths, into the awaiting mouth of her rapist. His hands reached up, releasing her twitching legs, and squeezed her nipples, twisting them painfully, pulling them up. Cat screamed in pleasure and agony, silent as ever, and writhed on the bed, becoming entangled in the chain and the pillows. Ituralde continued to torment her body, until the orgasm faded away, leaving her as nothing more than a twitching, sweat-drenched, limp body.
Smiling to himself, he crawled up higher on the bed, and wrapped powerful arms around the now sleeping Cat, holding her against his chest. He wasn’t done with her yet.
Not by a long shot. |
