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

If there is any sight that a true warrior cherishes, it is blood. Blood is what a warrior lives for. There is no greater euphoric experience than to witness the sight of blood that spills out of the neck in large fountain of spurts as a man is mercilessly decapitated with his head and body spilling blood far from one another and in equal quantities. To a warrior, nothing smells better than the odour of rotting flesh and blood upon the crimson carpet of the grounds where his true savage calling claims his soul. This was no different for the warrior within Herodontus. The bed was his battlefield and Sophie, his foe. The blood that drew from within the woman was the sign of his victory and conquest. The battlefield was tainted with the crimson as he towered over Sophie, triumphantly. She was his conquest she was the sign of his domination. This was the sight of the male evolutionarily the protector of the tribe who saved the wife and children from wild creatures was himself the beast who could be the barbaric brute and use the same strength bestowed upon him by nature against the woman he is meant to protect. This was the epitome of that very brutish male tendency. Sophie was screaming and wailing at the top of her lungs and it was exactly this loud scream and pleas for mercy which made Herodontus bask within the masculine pride of his sinewy strength and phallic prowess. The eyes of the beast were now of the same hue as Sophies swollen entrance. This red gleaming passion of insanity said that even after defiling the frailty of the girl beneath him, the beast was not done, the savage was not satisfied. His depravity would extend beyond the realms of causing the girl mere physical pain he wanted to cause her emotional and psychological pain that would be etched within her memory as a terrible nightmare forever. Take this, you bitch! He exclaimed and pulled back until he was all the way outside her, only his tip remaining slightly within her. Nothing happened then, not a stir. But this was the calm before the massive storm for.... SLAM! He jabbed into her with such intense force that if she was not within the grasp of the beast by his grip upon her hair, she would be propelled forth by pure force and lurched towards the wall ahead to be rammed into it violently. Yet, that did not happen and the frail girl was being repeatedly subjected to this action. Slowly moving back all the way, as if taking careful aim like an archer with the bow string pulled completely to its ebb, only to release the phallic arrow with such intense pace that it would pierce every inch within the woman, causing greater spurts of blood to emerge out of her and taint her legs, his body and his bestial bed. Now where is your pride, bitch? Where is your anger? You wanted to bite me? BITE ME! He challenged as he grinned devilishly at the tears which welled up in her eyes from the pain he caused her and the manner in which she mortified her. As if this was not enough, the monster took his actions further when he pulled out of her. But it was not the end. The crimson, blood soaked column of virility was still standing erect, wanting more of the body it was like a tiger that had tasted human blood and now coveted no other meat. So fucking tight. I never had such a woman before. Lets see how much tighter it is inside your arse. He exclaimed with a grin. Even before Sophie could protest, the swift warrior had seized her arms, right above her elbows with such an immense grip, that marks of his fingers would be imprinted upon her flesh. He heaved with all his might as he moved backwards and Sophie was lurched towards the beast. Presently he stood close to the edge of the bed, with Sophies feet touching the ground, but her back bent, not all the way but in a slight uncomfortable angle. With her arms arched behind her within his grip, the girl was completely at his mercy with no volition for free movement. You little, cunt! Now you will experience the strength and dominance of a man over you. Now you will know what it is to serve! He exclaimed. Without a moments loss and not giving the girl a single second to even breathe and adjust, he moved his hips forward, tugging on the arms to make her body unwillingly thrust back towards him. SLAP! The sound could almost be heard through the entire room as his body slapped hard with derision upon her buttocks and his male shaft forcefully pierced her unwilling anus, thrusting into her with immense force that only a true brute warrior could muster. Oh my fuck...So fucking...tight! He moaned as his eyes shut closed at the very first thrust that made his male gonads slap against her buttocks and his phallus strike deep within her posterior. Then, like the barbaric brute that he was for whom a woman was merely an impregnating tool, he started to move. This time even harder than when he penetrated her womb for the Slap, slap, slap, slap! sound of body against body emanated across the room and outside as he rammed into Sophie with the depraved debauchery so innate within the man.