Thread: The Handmaiden's Tale (Wander and Chanti)

Even when he was all but outside of her, Sophie still hurt. Her loins throbbed with a deep bruising ache. She caught her breath in a sobbing hiccup as he slid almost all the way out of her, his voice heavy and cruel in her ear, oozing contempt and victory. Please, Im so sorry Her whimpering plea turned into another ragged shriek when his fat cock slammed into her body with a violent force that shook her entire body. Eeeeee! Her wail of agony floated in the hallways, joining other cries of captive women being used by the victorious warriors. She was sobbing openly, fat salty tears running down her soft cheeks. Staring blindly up at the ceiling as her master raped her, the power in his body terrifying. There was no part of her body not in painor so she thought. He slid out of her and she sighed in relief.and a queer aching emptiness she did not understand or have the energy to decipher. It was over, finally. He was done.. She slumped onto the bed in relief, her legs still splayed widely to display her gaping well-fucked cunt still oozing blood that was smeared along her inner thighs. His words struck her and she stiffened even as his biting fingers seized her smaller, softer body and dragged her across the bed. Somehow she found the energy to fight him. Her sore, aching body squirming, her feet kicking wildly as she screamed. No! No, please! You will kill me, you cannot! Nooooo!!!!!!!!!!!! The last was a shriek of overwhelming panic so sharp she could taste it on her tongue like blood.no that WAS her blood. She had bitten her already bleeding lip in her panic. Please, you win! Im sorry, I wont fight you! I wont fight you! Please dont do this! Despite her panic driven efforts she soon found herself bent meekly over like the bitch he treated her as, unable to kick anymore lest she lose her balance and fall. Unable to strike out at him, his hands held behind her bent back in the infuriatingly effortless grasp of one strong male hand holding both her wrists together. Nooooo! I will serve! I will serve! Please dont!!! Her pitiful pleas were useless. Her screams reached a new level. The pain had been terrible before, now it was horrendous. His cock tore into her virgin ass in a white hot agony of blood and flesh and shame. Soft tissue tore beneath the relentless pressure of his invading fleshly weapon, giving way to the vicious assault. Blood oozed out of her torn asshole from around his cock, dripping down over her already bloody pussylips. AAAAIIIIEEEEE!!!! Her voice was hoarse from screams, but the agony in the sound was vibrantly real. Her soft body shuddered with the barbaric pain. She gagged, her knees buckling. She barely held herself up under the assault, barely bit back the rush of the acidic contents of her stomach. Black spots danced before her eyes, but somehow she stayed conscious. But she wished she did not. She wished she would die. Anything to stop this horrific stabbing pain that thrust into her bowels repeatedly, using her in the most cruelly shameful manner a woman can be used. Slender sinewy limbs quivered against his hard body, threatening to collapse under his attack. Strands of silken blond hair clung to her sweaty, tear-streaked face. All traces of that proud woman from before were gone, and in her place was a beaten, raped slave woman impaled on his cock, bleeding for his pleasure.