Thread: To Kill a Nightingale (DeRe & Malicious Lullaby)

One moment these creatures were biting her, trying to tear into her the next they stopped. But Delilah didnt stop screaming. Her body racked with pain. She had bites and knicks all over her legs. Her once creamy skin was now bloody. Soon she was being pulled from the cell, unchained and even her chain mouth guard was ripped from her face, marring her skin a little. She was still in hysterics until sharp slaps hit her face. She came to a gasping stop and looked at Devlin, still highly rattled and oblivious from the pain that was biting her. She couldnt say anything. She was dragged out of the dungeons and soon breathed in the rank fresh air, marred with the stench of death and poor hygiene. Whimpers and soft cries came from her at how roughly she was shackled into something and only once it was done, did she realize where she was. She was bound, bent over and now there was a wild speech being made. Shivers and trembles hit her body and Delilah began fighting again. She started thrashing in the holds, trying to get out, not caring if she died while trying to escape or if it hurt her. What would come her way now would hurt worse. And in the ensuing battle, she did not see or realize. Hands were on her and all of a sudden, with brute force and wicked determination, an erect phallus was being shoved inside of her. Her entire body stilled and she cried out in pain, tears stinging her eyes again. This man was brutal. He even grabbed her hair roughly over the border of the iron holding her head and arms in. Each time he thrust, her head hit back against the iron. Her eyes shut tightly, tears streaming down her face. Each thrust hit her harder and harder. Then he was gone with a heavy grunt, being pushed away only for another to take his place. It seemed many prisoners, all of her fathers enemies, wanted a piece of the deceased kings daughter, taking all their frustrations with him out on her and her body. One man even crawled beneath her and pushed himself up so he could penetrate up into her pussy. Another man stood behind her and with one hole filled, he took the other. He forced himself into her ass and plundered that hole. Delilah screamed now. Pain. An odd and twisted sense of pleasure coursing through her. But there was more pain. Shes feeling it. Oh, this little bitch is feeling it now! Give me her! Let me have her while shes enjoying this! Another pushed into her ass and even grunted into her ear, The royal whore is enjoying it, isnt she? He cackled. And word traveled. The princess enjoyed being defiled. At one point, her legs gave out and she fell to her knees. That only made it easier for multiple men to top her. One beneath her claiming her cunt and another behind her claiming her ass. Men braved to fuck her mouth. She didnt have the power to bite. Each time another man took her, her resolve broke. Each time another man taunted her, Delilahs hope crumbled. The more her head was pulled back into the iron, she felt the matting of blood against her head and felt her will slipping away further and further. She lost count of how many prisoners took her. How many of them unleashed inside of her. How many sick orgasms she had. Eventually she became dry enough that her body was no longer of service. A few men tried to get her going again but it couldnt stick. And it became too painful. Dry rubbing on dry. Then she was left there. Her eyes were closed, her face covered in a haphazard smattering of spit and semen. Her body abused. Her head throbbing. Both of her holes leaking with cum and a little blood. The sun went down. It was dark and she was left there among the other bodies. Her head hung low, her hands flaccid and limp and her body was unmoving. She wasnt really sleeping. She was just kind of...out. The blackness was her only friend right now. And it wasnt even that comforting among the groans and cries for mercy she heard here and there. Her breathing was shallow and slow and the cold began to seep in. The fight was fucked out of her. Her will was broken. All the light had gone from her eyes but there was still life there, just barely hanging on. Mama She rasped weakly and hoarsely. I see you.