Author Topic: That which yields is not always weak. [glooob!] [M/TW] (Read 20202 times)

Rhi-Rhi · « **Reply #140 on:** October 01, 2015, 05:41:24 pm »

Esha choked, gagging when he pushed her down further and panicked for a moment when she couldn't breath, but she pulled back against his hold on her, sucked in a few gasped breaths through her nose, and struggled not to lose her rhythm. Just keep him pleased, keep him happy, give him reasons to keep her alive. That was her only goal now, as much as it terrified her. Just please him and pray it would be over soon. But already it felt like hours had passed, and he showed no signs of stopping.

Her panties soon grew damp as she worked her fingers inside her, desperately trying to relax herself--an impossible task, tense as she was, but tension would only make it hurt more. At least she was wet now. That...could help a little. At least her body was registering what her fingers were doing, even if her mind wasn't. It all felt distant to her--a vague sense of pleasure between her legs, but it could have belonged to someone else, like her body didn't belong to her, and all she could focus on was her own fear and anguish.

Some part of her still prayed he'd get off before he could take her.

Daglobster · « **Reply #141 on:** October 01, 2015, 05:50:04 pm »

Unfortunately, Skerrondus' patience was nearly at its end. Her work was awkward, slow. She was trying, he could see, trying to artificially prolong things. Trying to stall, to keep him from truly having his fun.

No more.

His hand shot forwards to grasp her around the neck, to pull her up off her feet.

"Enough. Maybe when you're better at it, I'll let you try again. Believe me, I'll make sure you get the practice."

Rhi-Rhi · « **Reply #142 on:** October 01, 2015, 06:11:25 pm »

Yanked off her feet by the neck, Esha let out a started yelp and a pained gasp and her heart did flip-flops of terror. She grabbed at his wrist to try to take some of the pressure off and sucked in quick, panted breaths as she squirmed in his grasp.

Practice? Gods...

"I-I'm sorry, master, I-I'll do better next time," she choked out, trembling in his grasp, and it took everything in her power not to start begging anew, begging for mercy or gentleness or something as fresh fear squeezed her chest tightly. Just do what he says, the Raptian had said. Do what he says and you'll keep your teeth, at least.

And at least, for the moment, she was in no real position to beg when she could scarcely breathe well enough to form the words.

Daglobster · « **Reply #143 on:** October 01, 2015, 07:23:35 pm »

"Hope there'll be one."

And with that, he threw her right back onto the throne, an almost sickeningly close repeat of last time. He even bent her over the armrest.

Skirt went up, and this time, her panties went to the side. A talon passed against her folds as he felt her, eyeing his property with a certain... hunger.

Rhi-Rhi · « **Reply #144 on:** October 01, 2015, 08:17:18 pm »

Esha hit the throne, bent over it like before, and she was still reeling and trying to regain her breath when she felt his claw on her, sliding her panties aside and then...touching her.

Everything in her recoiled, stiffened, and she sucked in a shaking breath when his claw touched her flesh. If he tried to stroke her like that, if he tried to press his finger inside her, there wouldn't be a next time for sure; he'd slice her open like a knife and she'd likely bleed out.

Breath hitching on a sob, she pressed her legs together, even though she knew it'd do no good, her tail twitching anxiously. Gods, she couldn't do this. She couldn't do this. If this was to be her life...

It wouldn't be a very long life.

And yet still her mind raced desperately, searching for still other ways to stall, or at least make this easier. Anything, anything but being taken like this...gods...he could very well kill her here...

"M-master, I...I can make it better still...I-I was told another trick..." she whimpered out, hips squirming as she tried to buck away from his touch. She clenched her eyes shut, ears pinned back as she braced for agony--a punishing blow for speaking, his cock pressing in--and she squeezed her legs together tighter and hid her face against her arms, shoulders shaking.

Daglobster · « **Reply #145 on:** October 01, 2015, 09:50:44 pm »

Skerrondus didn't finger her, only rub her quite hungrily, but when she spoke, things changed quick.

His hand shot forward and grasped her head, following up by pushing her face into the throne and holding her head away from him. He managed to get inbetween her legs, so her flailing stopped being effective. His other hand actually gripped her buttock, claws digging in and causing pinpricks of blood to come out.

"Shut the fuck up."

His head leaned in, steel teeth brushing her ears as he nuzzled her in a sickening fashion.

"I have Feylini in prison camps all over Jeth. For every word you say, I will order the death of two."

He started to tease her entrance with his cock. He was so big that it was just a few centimeters off from being capable of severely damaging her.

"I only let you live for one reason; I'm going to fuck you whenever I want, however I want."

He started to press.

"Welcome to Rividea."

Rhi-Rhi · « **Reply #146 on:** October 01, 2015, 10:24:43 pm »

Agony came.

He shoved her head down hard enough that if her arms weren't there, she could have smashed her nose against it. Still it hurt her neck and she yelped in pain, then in panic when she felt him move between her legs. Still she struggled, raw terror taking over, until she felt his claws digging into her flesh.

She froze up completely then, too afraid to move, and let out a choked sob and dug her already ruined nails into the throne. He nuzzled her and she could do little else but shiver violently, her eyes wide as she stared at the seat of throne and thought that, maybe, that would be the last thing she saw, that this would be the last thing she ever felt--just terror and pain, and gods, why did she agree to this? Why was she volunteered? Because no one knew her name, yes, but she couldn't do this, she'd already failed, and now her suffering was for nothing.

Now she could get others killed. Her own friends, even. Her heart hurt, beating its panicked rhythm, as she thought that her own friends could die just from her begging.

And then she felt him rubbing between her legs, and her sobs came out ragged. She squeezed her eyes shut, hot tears dripping onto the throne, and silently begged him not to, begged the gods to make it stop.

But he didn't.

He began to press in and she cried out, hips bucking away from him, nails digging into the throne until her fingers trailed blood, and she started to feel light-headed, started to feel like she was being torn apart as screams tore from her throat. She had never bled before, but she bled now as he stretched her, tore her, and she begged him to stop, her words incomprehensible from her sobs, but she couldn't stop them from pouring out.

Daglobster · « **Reply #147 on:** October 02, 2015, 12:17:29 pm »

For Esha, there's be no miracle. No salvation from this suffering, this almost symbolic moment between conquerer and conquered. The Feylini, a relatively peaceful race, butchered on a slab of steel by the Rivideans.

After what would no doubt feel like an eternity for Esha, Skerrondus ran out of space. The tip of his cock pushed against her cervix, and then stopped. Even then, there were a few inches of him left out. He'd well and truly speared her, and he only relished it more when her blood and mixed juices started to lubricate the process.

Her screams had been counted. Skerrondus intended to make good on his promise, committed to seeing her broken.

And then, because things like this never got better, Skerrondus drew back, inch by inch, preparing to make his first thrust.

Rhi-Rhi · « **Reply #148 on:** October 02, 2015, 02:30:52 pm »

This wasn't the quick ordeal Esha had been praying for. This was slow, excruciating, until she thought that, surely, hours must have passed as he sank into her. She squirmed, but that only made the pain worse, and so she balled her fists until her knuckles went white, bloody fingers digging into her palms until it hurt, and bit the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood. Anything to take her away from what he was doing to her, to give her another source of pain to focus on--but it was a vain effort; nothing could overpower the stabbing pain between her legs.

And then he hit bottom and she let out a choked cry, her stomach cramping powerfully like she'd been punched in the gut, but from inside, and a wave of nausea swept over her that took her breath away. She reeled dizzily, then gasped and whimpered when she felt him pulling out, body tense with agony. He'd torn something, whether her hymen or vaginal wall, and it burned and stung and stabbed, a raw, horrible pain, with each movement.

It was a small mercy, at least, that she could no longer form words. She was helpless to do anything but cry, her voice going ragged, and she realized with a miserable jolt of terror that he hadn't even begun yet.

Daglobster · « **Reply #149 on:** October 02, 2015, 02:37:41 pm »

"So... This is what I've been missing," Skerrondus purred, claw still playing with Esha's clit as the other grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head up.

His size was just shy of vaginal wall tearing. Something like that would spell doom for her, and she'd likely bleed out around him as a result.

Her hymen, though? Yeah, it was pretty much nonexistent at this point.

He pulled back, and then pushed back in. Slowly, he built up speed. He didn't want to go right into it, since he actually wanted to give Esha's body a bit of time to adjust. She'd do him no good dead.

Rhi-Rhi · « **Reply #150 on:** October 02, 2015, 02:57:28 pm »

And then, through the agony, came a sickening flicker of pleasure as he toyed with her clit. It was almost worse than experiencing only agony. It didn't numb the pain, or even distract from it--it only blended the two together into a strange cacophony that had her feeling ill and wishing he'd only hurt her.

She was already being forced to feel pain; she didn't want to be forced to feel pleasure, no matter how slight, during her violation. She didn't want to enjoy any part of her rape.

Head pulled up, Esha's eyes snapped open to the throne before her, and for a moment she thought he might break her neck. But instead he only continued to move, slowly, then a little faster, each thrust tearing cries from her throat. And yet, sickeningly, the more he moved, the more her body adjusted, the more the pain began to dull. It didn't stop hurting, but it hurt a little less--or maybe she was going into shock.

She couldn't tell anymore, agony blending with that strange thread of pleasure as she yelped and cried out wordlessly, wriggling a little beneath him.

Daglobster · « **Reply #151 on:** October 02, 2015, 03:07:33 pm »

Skerrondus pulled Esha up closer to him, so that when he was bent over her, her back would brush against his breastplate. His free hand fondled one of her breasts, even as he continued to play with her clit.

"Such a soft thing," Skerrondus commented, as if knowing she was weaker than him only turned him on more.

He let go of her breast, and put that hand on the top of her head, stroking her there like she was some kind of pet.

Rhi-Rhi · « **Reply #152 on:** October 02, 2015, 05:17:12 pm »

His hands felt slimy against her skin, violating her inside and out, and she gasped out hoarse cries as he continued to move, even as his finger worked on her. Pulled up against his chest, she grabbed at his wrist--not to try to pry his hand off her chest, but just to hold on, before she fell forward again when his hand went to her head instead, petting so gently--a strange, sick juxtaposition to the brutal way he was hurting her.

Sicker still was how her body betrayed her, shivering with more than just fear now as his finger worked her, and his cock moved inside her. She sobbed, but more weakly now, growing too exhausted even for that, and as she buried her face in her arms she muffled more than cries, but also sharp moans as adrenaline, fear, and endorphins flooded her bloodstream. Her body responded despite the havoc wreaked on her mind, out of self-preservation and fight or flight instinct, and though it was still agony, her body registered some of it as pleasure and responded with arousal.

Esha squirmed beneath him, panting for breath and sobbing in pain and pleasure alike, hearing herself--but it was as though the sound came from very far away, like she wasn't completely there. She registered what was happening, but as though through a lens, the whole thing taking on a surreal quality even as she clawed at the throne and arched her back.

Daglobster · « **Reply #153 on:** October 02, 2015, 05:38:03 pm »

As Esha got more and more used to his girth, as she loosened up against her will, Skerrondus got less violent. Sure, it didn't change the fact that he was brutally raping her, but his hold on her loosened, and his motions became less jerky and aggressive. As things got better for him, he got happier.

His hand smoothed over her ears, conscious of the weakness the Feylini race had for ear-touches. His thrusting was still increasing in pace, although he had her pretty much set on depth.

Rhi-Rhi · « **Reply #154 on:** October 02, 2015, 06:18:22 pm »

It was strange, how weirdly gentle he suddenly was, if gentle even was the right word. She shuddered as he pet her ears, goosebumps breaking out all over her smooth skin, and her sobs turned to whimpering moans--and then gasping cries. She liked this less than the pain, even if the pleasure was a blessing in a way, and as she registered his loosening grip and the way he calmed, the part of her that could still think, and that desperately wanted this to end, latched onto that change.

She just wanted this to be over...

It sickened her, but she started to move back against him as much as she could while pinned, wriggling her hips even as sobs of pain caught in her throat as it stung and chaffed raw and damaged flesh. And yet the angle was just right, just right to rub right against a spot that made her shudder and cry out for a different reason, and she hated it even as her body responded, hated it even as she writhed beneath him, encouraging him to keep going, forcing out small, gasping moans, some pained, some real, even as her breath hitched on tears and her body ached.

"M...master...gods.. ." she moaned out, shifting gears completely, now just wanting to hurry this along as she had wanted to do with her mouth, just get him off and be done.

Daglobster · « **Reply #155 on:** October 02, 2015, 06:32:31 pm »

"Change your tune that quickly?" Skerrondus growled, and he pushed himself in just that bit deeper, really pressing against the opening of her cervix. More pleasurable fluids replaced blood, and even Skerrondus' precum served its purpose.

He started to pound into her a bit harder now, so that her buttocks clapped against his hard scales.

Rhi-Rhi · « **Reply #156 on:** October 02, 2015, 06:45:43 pm »

Her body had adjusted, sure, but Esha still couldn't take the sensation of anything bumping her cervix. It hurt, making her cry come out sharp and pained as she cramped up again in agony, and then when he began to pound into her--

Her body had grown used to his slower pace; she wasn't ready for that.

She screamed, overwhelmed, her body aching and yet also adjusting even to that in time, though her belly was still cramped up and her breath came fast and labored. But even that passed, though the pain lingered and her sex hurt, but pain blended once more into that strange cocktail of pleasure as he took her, hitting her at the right angle again and again, and though she hated it, though her throat was raw with her cries, though her fingers bled as she scrabbled at the throne for purchase and sobbed, a strange but familiar sensation began to well up inside her, tightening in her gut, driven by adrenaline and fear and pleasure and pain and over-stimulation all around.

Her moans sharpened, her hips twitching, her back arching as that pressure built, taking her breath away and threatening to crash over her.

Daglobster · « **Reply #157 on:** October 02, 2015, 07:00:30 pm »

She'd have to adjust to that bumping feeling against her cervix, because she was no doubt going to be feeling it for almost every day for the rest of her life.

Skerrondus knew he was pleasing her, in a way. The familiar tenseness of her insides gave her away, along with her gently arcing back. He clamped his hands around her waist, pulling her into his thrusts as he fucked her like she was a toy.

Suddenly, he leaned forward, hand clamping onto the armrest just next to her head. His breathing was sharp and primal in her ear, ever inch of him exuding his dominance.

Rhi-Rhi · « **Reply #158 on:** October 02, 2015, 07:15:22 pm »

Agony, pleasure, fear, shame, they alternated and blended until Esha couldn't tell where one sensation ended and the other began. She screamed as he used her, pulling her into each punishing thrust--and then, to her horror, that building tension broke right when he leaned in close and breathed into her ear.

Her cry was choked, surprising even herself, and then she was biting her hand hard as her body trembled and spasmed, sex clenching around his cock as her body flooded hot with pleasure and endorphins. And even as it did, hot tears poured out as her shudders were in part from sobs, horrified at herself even though she had no control over her body's heightened, terrified responses, horrified that she'd orgasmed even though she didn't want this, didn't want any of this.

And yet she was, her body still shuddering powerfully and breath catching on her moans, and she hated herself, and she hated him.

Daglobster · « **Reply #159 on:** October 02, 2015, 07:34:54 pm »

When her sex squeezed him, Skerrondus let out something that might've been a purr. Something that let her know that he absolutely enjoyed every second of this.

And yet, even with Esha's climax taking full swing, he didn't stop. He wasn't anywhere close to being done with her, at least not for today.

"That's right, little pet..." Skerrondus growled, and he resumed petting her ears.

"I made you cum, Esha. Me..."

He laughed, and his intensity grew.