Thread: Into the Wilds (Supple Nail & The_PG)

Lyrianna was too exhausted to spare more than a hateful glare at Karak as the rough towel hit her supine form. She tried herself shakily, pushing herself up to her feet and scrubbing it over her sensitive skin as quickly as she was able with her knees and arms still trembling. She was about to spit a retort when Karak commanded her not to clean herself between her legs but the sting of her bruises and the still sharp pain where he had cut her arm dissuaded her. Her only hope would be to keep herself strong of mind. Needlessly inviting further abuse would only weaken her resolve in the long run. With a sinking sense of despair she realized that it wasn't a matter of whether she would break or not, it was holding out for as long as possible before that point in the hopes that her father's knights would find her. She cleaned her creamy thighs but left the steamy, sticky folds of her pussy to cool in the open air. Backed up semen mixed with her girlish fluids quickly rendered the exercise moot, dripping from her pussy and streaking down the insides of her legs in copious streams. She felt the moisture dripping there and a hot flush of shame crept over her face as Karak dragged her along. She didn't protest when he chained her wrists, she had expected as much, but her eyes widened when he hoisted her up to hang painfully from her wrists. The fake stone phallus was nestled in her folds just as Karak's cock had been, just far enough inside her that she couldn't dislodge it by swiveling her hips. Her only choice was to lower herself onto it or spend the night on her tip toes, her calves were already starting to burn. No...Please...you can't leave me like this... She begged, panting, her slender form stretched tight, the position of her arms pushing her pert breasts up high on her chest. Only Karak's receding laughter answered her. Lyrianna held herself up on her toes for as long as she could, alternating between pulling with her arms and raising herself onto her toes to preserve what little dignity she had left. Cum and her own fluids dripped from her pussy over the head of the stone cock, lubricating it and making it glisten wetly in the flickering torchlight. When her shoulders and calves burned and she could hold herself no more she lowered herself with a moan of defeat, her pussy clenching at the gradual intensity of penetration. She rested herself there until her pride reasserted herself and strengthened her aching muscles, pulling herself off the cock once again. Hours passed in torturous slowness, the stone cock sliding in and out of her as pride and exhaustion warred in her tiny frame. In the middle of the night, half delirious from exhaustion, Lyrianna realized that she was raising and lowering herself much more quickly. She was fucking herself on the stone cock, moaning involuntarily as it slid in and out of her twat. She realized what she was doing and gritted her teeth, tears flowing down her cheeks as she forced herself to remain on point until at last she collapsed once again. When Karak returned for her her head lolled in exhaustion, her muscles quivering and her pussy still clenching around the pole.