Thread: To Kill a Nightingale (DeRe & Malicious Lullaby)

None of it matter. None of it stopped them. In fact, her choice of words at questioning their manhood and their honor only seemed to anger this brutes right hand man so much that he struck her across the cheek. She grunted in a most unladylike manner and her face turned, the stinging in her cheek far more painful than her failure. But it did feel good in the sense that for a moment, she only felt the physical pain. Not the mental or emotional pain in failing Lavinia, or for Delilahs impending doom. Here she was, being held down and at the mercy of two men who had the wickedest of intentions in mind. She knew that she was not leaving the remains of the throne room with her purity and pride intact. Quite the opposite in fact. Understanding dawned on her and before she could really react, before she could actually do something before being officially restrained down, her arms were grabbed and she felt something bind them. A strong hand came into her hair and before she saw it happening, his thick and hard organ pushed roughly into her mouth. He was too big and he stretched her mouth painfully, her jaw screaming in protest. Several loud but muffled screams of her own protest sounded from her. Delilah didnt even try to hide her teeth. They pressed roughly into the mans defiler but it didnt seem to deter him. He forced himself in and she had to retract her teeth. She had to do something to make this process easier because he pushed into her throat. That made her eyes water all over again, tears streaming down her cheeks. But it didnt end there. From behind, she felt the stinging pain of the more terrible violation as the brute robbed her of her purity so roughly. Her muffle cries sounded again against the throbbing organ in her mouth, in her throat but she didnt gag. She just cried as these two men defiled her in the most repulsive and cruelest ways imaginable. Even as the underlying pain vanished in her womanhood creating a small bit of pleasure, she couldnt give in. In truth, it was a general pain but the part of her that would never admitand even prayed that her body didnt betray herwas that there was a piece of pleasure in this mix. Even though they were doing her wrong, hurting her and robbing from her whatever she had left of her strength, this brute that was defiling her from behind was hitting spots and pleasure points in her that she only heard of, but never knew of. She was likely to experience them with her betrothed had all of this never happened, but that wasnt the case. It was happening now and while it was painful, violent and very forceful, even crude and absolutely rude, there was something It was even more shameful that she even felt anything positive aside from pain. But her cries of pain and her tears didnt give her away. Her body on the other hand, it might have because she grew wetter. And altogether, it stopped being painful altogether except for the right hand man that was defiling her mouth and throat. So she bit down again when he pulled back and she bit down hard, so hard she felt the metallic crude taste of blood. And then to her satisfaction, his screams of horror when he slipped out of her mouth, blood spurting down on the ground. Delilah spit out what she bit off, the head of his member. Oops. Of this though, she felt no remorse.