Thread: Into the Wilds (Supple Nail & The_PG)

Lyrianna squeezed her eyes shut as jet after jet of boiling cum spurted into her pussy, the warmth of the liquid creating an unmistakable sensation as it flooded her womb. Karak held there for one long moment and for that moment Lyrianna thought that the ordeal was over. But then the potent chemical properties of his drugged cum took hold and a wave of helpless arousal swept over her. She felt like her body was on fire. In an instant her nipples stood to diamond hard little points on her chest, almost aching with the tightness. She gasped and let out a small involuntary moan, trembling beneath him. The long, dragging slide as he pulled his manhood out of her ravaged virginity was a tantalizing agony, and Lyrianna's disgust and self loathing grew with each new wave of arousal. A continual stream of pinkish white fluid seeped from between her legs and trickled down her thighs. She had no time to dissect and examine these new sensations though. She was slapped so hard that her ears rang and she tumbled back to wallow in the dirt. Still half dazed she was dragged up by her arm. Her confusion was replaced with agony and she shrieked as he began to cut her, writhing futilely against his iron grip in a desperate attempt to get free. No, no! Please! No, Master, no! I beg of you! She babbled, dazed and only half realizing what she was saying, trying to twist away from his knife. The stinging application of his healing saliva was like acid in the wound and her eyes watered. Then she was flung on her face in the dirt, ignored like an object while Karak barked his orders. Nearly senseless from the pain and humiliation, Lyrianna was bodily manhandled to her feet and half dragged, half carried a seemingly interminable distance through the forest. Whenever she stumbled or fell she was kicked upright again, or simply dragged by her long hair until she screamed out and scrambled to her feet again. By the time they arrived she was bruised, her feet cut and bleeding, her broken lower lip split and swelling prodigiously. She was almost grateful to be flung down in the tiny cage. There exhaustion and the full significance of her ordeal overwhelmed her and she promptly fainted. She awoke in the dim half light of the cave, her bruises aching and her cuts stinging, but none with the ferocity of Karak's mark carved into her arm. She stared at it and wept. She was marked now. Ruined outside and in. She placed a hand to her belly and felt at the entrance of her tender pussy but jerked her fingers away, too sore even to explore the extent of the damage he had done. She felt riven, as if her topography would never be the same again. When she took stock of her situation things were not much better. She was still naked, dried semen and blood coating her thighs and flaking off as she began to move about. Her hair was tangled, her beauty marred and broken by bruises and bite marks. The only garment available was a ratty burlap sack with holes cut for the arms and head. It barely served to cover her, so short that if she shrugged or lifted her arms at all the hem of the filthy garment rose high enough to reveal the pink, swollen lower lips of her pussy. Even standing hunched it left the lower globes of her ass exposed to the dank air of the cavern. The bars of the cavern were solid and she was too weak and lost to escape even if she could get through them. As misery overwhelmed her she huddled in the corner and began to quietly sob. She had cried herself out by the time Karak returned, and some of her imperial fire had come back to her. She was still a mess, still broken and beaten, but she stood tall as befitted a princess and glared at him with intense hatred. The memory of having called him master in a moment of weakness galled her like a coal burning through her heart. Release me, beast! She spat, drawing herself up. Or my father's knights will hunt you down and chop you into bait like the animal you are! Her words were strong, imperious. But Lyrianna's self confidence and self respect began to erode as he towered over her. Her mind was filled with loathing, but as soon as she caught a whiff of his scent her pussy instantly flooded.