Thread: The misadventures of Vana and Dak (StarSiren & MysticTiger)

Oh thank heavens! Listen, whoever you are, can you let me out? Or at least untie my hands? They've finally decided how they want to kill me and don't intend on being here when they come back to get me! Vana called out into the dark corner of the room where the voice had spoken. How long had this person been there? She had no idea. Her days and nights were filled with copulation and exhaustion, so he could have been brought in at any time! But he wasn't in any hurry to untie her or let her down. He did approach though, and Vana squirmed a little in his presence. There would have been more movement if she had more slack to work with, she was stuck fast. The iron collar on her neck had a fastening for 2 chains, one on the left side and one on the right side. The chains were held in place by a winch, about 10 feet in the air, and another somewhere under a wooden trap door at her feet. The allowed for twisting and turning motions, but held her strictly in place for thrusting motions. When it suited her rapist, a leather strap with a circular iron ring or ball would be fit into her mouth and fastened around the back of her head, but today the Priest had forgone that humiliation. The gags were nearby though, and Vana couldn't help but venture a glance at them as this fellow prisoner neared. Her hands were wrapped in burlap sacks and bound together with rope around her wrists. Her wrists had been bound into place behind her back with a longer rope that wrapped the circumference of her toned wasitline. The extra slack was long enough to pull through a link on the chain, thus forcing her ass into protruding positions when it was. Today, it had been convenient for the Priest to fuck her from behind while keeping her body relatively parallel with the ground, and when he left, he didn't bother uprighting her. It was from this unusual and seductive half-bent over position that Vana saw the prisoner approach. He was tall and large and his skin held a dusky hue like her own. But he was no elf. If she had to guess, he looked like an orc, though he was intelligent so probably not a full orc. He also looked.. horny. As was the fashion for his kin, he wore very little and the fabric more likely they were skins did nothing to conceal the enormous bulge which grew larger as he approached. But he was still talking, so maybe he would actually fee her?! Do? I simply offered to help them with their little issue of 'they can't seem to keep a damn thing alive'. But they didn't like my help so they sacrificed me to a devil. Unfortunately they used a virgin sacrifice ritual and I wasn't, not that they even bothered to ask beforehand. I would have summoned them a contracted demon to fix this town if they'd just asked. But noooo, instead I got the honor of being raped by a barbed devil on a pedestal while the Priest and his lackeys watched. Do you know what that feels like? Having a barbed devil's prick inside you, thrashing about with all it's barbs hooked deep into your flesh and not caring that it's ripping your vagina to shreds? See these marks on my breasts? Scratches from his diseased claws. We're lucky I wasn't actively fertile at that moment, or I'd be supporting a devil-child in my belly right now. She paused as a thought suddenly struck her. Oh god. I was only not actively fertile because I had just been the week prior to that gruesome rape. But that time is coming again. Shit. Ok, seriously, I need to get out of here. I cannot have that freak's child! Please, whatever you want I'll do, just get me out of here!