Thread: Into the Wilds (Supple Nail & The_PG)

The sudden shock of freezing water made Lyrianna gasp and shriek, writhing helplessly atop the thick stone cock still pushing up into her pussy. She had been half-dozing, half-delirious, her consciousness hoovering over the edge of sleep but unable to tumble over. Her pain and the uncomfortable position were enough to keep her on the edge of wakefulness. She looked up at Karak with bleary, terrified eyes just as he spat in her face, his savage backhand split her lip and whipped her head back like a snapping bowstring. The pain and humiliation brought her jerking back into full wakefulness. As a simple secondary consequence of the humiliating gesture his saliva smeared over the rapidly forming bruise and trickled with a stinging pain into the bleeding cut on her lip, hastening the healing process with its powerful but painful properties. Although Lyrianna did not realize it yet the stinging licks to her cuts and bruises, the orcish tongues invading her pussy and ass, the globs of spit soon to rain down on her, they all simply prolonged her suffering, increasing the amount of damage her frail and abused form could take without breaking. The slap rocked Lryianna off balance and her feet slipped from under her, driving the stone cock deeper into her vagina with the force of a punch. Fresh tears began rolling down her cheeks and she moaned piteously in her trembling, high pitched voice. When Karak began dragging her down the corridor she could hear the humiliating scraping of the spear dragging behind her, still lodged in her trembling pussy. Perhaps it was the healing saliva, perhaps it was her youth and elasticity, but her pussy was still tight enough to grip like a vice even after all the abuse it had taken. The were halfway down the hall when the long rod finally slipped from her depths to clatter on the floor woodenly. Lyrianna groaned at the sudden, welcome feeling of emptiness in her tummy. When she was thrown down in the stockade she struggled ineffectually, her slender throat held in place by Karak's iron grip before being locked securely in the unforgiving board. The rough wood of the bench chafed her painfully sensitive nipples and the soft, smooth skin of her stomach. No, please, don't! She cried in feeble protest when he gave his harsh speech. She cried and moaned, quaked in orgasm and rocked from abusive blows that rained down on her as the day wore on. Eventually the tears would not come and she hoovered between wakefulness and sleep, half fainting and half sleeping through the day. Although each time a thick orcish cock was shoved into her her head jerked up and her eyelids fluttered. While a single blow is rarely enough to shatter a stone the constant, unforgiving motion of lapping waves will eventually wear it down to nothing. If Lyrianna's will was such a stone the ceaseless, unending rapes were like waves dashing against her, each one carrying a little bit of her self out to sea. Her pussy was soupy with cum, her throat coated with thick orcish semen. It was plastered in her hair and that was perhaps the most shaming of all. Lyrianna had always been so proud of her beautiful hair. She was almost asleep when Karak returned to her, pushing his massive cock roughly into the gooey confines of her abused cunt. Her eyelids popped open and she craned her head around to confirm what her pussy was telling her It was indeed Karak. N...N-nooooo. She moaned, her head hanging limp in defeat as she recognized him. D-don't make me cum any more. Pleeeease. I-I can't cum any more. She begged, almost blubbering.