Thread: A work in progress (KingSandy and DivineGlaGlenn)

Syla settled back into her chair, her leg crossed over the other. She looked at the three villagers unlucky to have been brought into her possession. It reminded her Faintly to a time when she was on such an end to things. Made to endure. Rarely did she think on her own past as it served to bring her nothing. Moving her eyes away From Jack and Zel, held captive, her attention was gathered by the men standing over Roderick's quivering body. Mistress, this one? They asked. He was a handsome boy but he did not interest her. She waved her hand. Take him to the cages, with the others. She answered. And would his wounds be treated? Probably not at the moment. Zel, despite being in her own predicament, called out to her brother, hearing that he would be taken away. No. They had to stay together, it was the only way. Roderick... The boy muttered something inaudible. Nothing recognizable. It might've been her name or protest For what was to come, it wasn't known. He was pulled up, standing, his thick cock dormant, the Fight beat From his very body, his head hung limp, blue eyes opened only once to Jack nearing his sister and the servant whom held her. Jack...don't....let them hurt....her... Was all he could say, he was seized, blood ran down his bruised back and ass, even those long legs. The same door he came through, Roderick exited, captured. It shut tightly. The white-haired servant looked over at Syla again. Roderick.... Zel called out her brother's name Forced to turn around looking teary-eyed at Jack, the only one she had now, hearing his words, he'd try to be gentle. Water ran down her cheeks, she gave a small nod in understanding, her stomach twisted in knots to the impending sex. Warmth greeted her behind and before, Jack coming closer, their chains hindering a bit. She moved her head to the side, gaze Flickering on Syla's own, Zel let out a moan to lips at her neck. Something she never experienced, saying it was bad would've been lying especially that it was him. Jack. She shut her eyes. J-Jack... His tender kisses brought on the suckling to her skin. She writhed, held by the white-haired servant, Zel almost did not remember where she was. She moaned, her spread legs coming to rest to Jack's waist, her bare opening exposed to him and anyone having stood close enough to see. She wanted to touch him. The natural urge, Syla knew that the girl wanted to do so, her method to having them Fuck was a single purpose, one to be revealed to Jack soon. Another revenge, another method to show how much she could make him suffer. She set down her leg then crossed the other, her hand rest in her lap, the lust not escaping her. ....Jack.... Zel took a deep breath. The dampness developing more between her legs each kiss he planted to her skin. Was this wrong? To be turned on by this? But was it better than a stranger touching her? Yes. With her eyes closed, she was lost in thought, unaware until....eyes widened, blue hues looked down to the cock's tip seeping into her slowly, enlarging her, she gasped, eyes went to Jack's. She bit her lip. Her body was still restrained. Uuhhh... Zel's breathing increased, her chest rose up and down quickly. Her nether lips sucked in the thick cock, immediately wanting to reject it like anything going deep inside, but once Jack was invading in uncharted territory, the warm inner Flesh latched around him, Zel'z innocence broken. Her head staggered back to the one holding her. She winced to the thrusting, the hips rolling to her body, she heard his apologies, over and over. Uuhh... She rattled her chains, one leg collapsing, the other seeking a more comfortable position, around Jack's waist to draw him in more. The strangled pained moans subsided to a more pleasured tone. This was wrong but it was Jack. She knew him. Knew that he wouldn't do anything deliberate to hurt her and what was done now.....it protected their lives. Jack... Zel panted. Jack.... She began to move to his thrusts, as innocent as it may have been, she moved, her eyes were open, looking at him. His question went unanswered by Syla, she abandoned her seat to walk over to him, she kicked his backside to push him more inside the girl. Harder. She spoke.