Author Topic: That which yields is not always weak. [glooob!] [M/TW] (Read 19655 times)

Rhi-Rhi · « **Reply #160 on:** October 02, 2015, 09:10:36 pm »

His words made her heart hurt, her stomach clenching with nausea--sickness with him and with herself, that he'd induced such sensations in her even as he brutalized her, and her head swam. But still he didn't stop and she shuddered beneath his pets, her ears twitching and flicking, and her teeth drew blood as she bit her hand hard to hold in her cries.

Please stop, please stop... she begged, and squeezed her eyes shut tight, trying to ignore his taunting words--though they echoed again and again in her mind, tumbling around with increasing horror.

It never felt like it would end, and as he grew more intense, more screams tore from her throat even as she tried to go elsewhere, tried to be anywhere, mentally, but here, in this neverending nightmare.

Daglobster · « **Reply #161 on:** October 02, 2015, 09:32:55 pm »

Skerrondus ate up every bit of sweet suffering that Esha put out, timing his increase in speed so that she adjusted to him every time.

He thought her pain would bring him satisfaction, but in reality, it was the exact opposite. Watching her horrified expression as she enjoyed what he had to dish out was so much more fulfilling.

Rhi-Rhi · « **Reply #162 on:** October 02, 2015, 10:04:33 pm »

And that horror only grew as she began to squirm again, gasping and biting down on her hand again as she arched and pushed back against him, reacting despite her own wishes. The pain still burned between her legs, but it was a duller pain as she still shuddered and shivered from her last release--and felt another begin to build as he slammed into her.

Daglobster · « **Reply #163 on:** October 02, 2015, 10:08:49 pm »

"One more for me, Esha," Skerrondus said, and he grabbed her arms and pulled them back, now in full mount.

He drove himself deep, paused, and then started to fuck her like a piston. The huffed breaths from his nose signaled the approach of something big.

For Esha, it meant the end was near.

Rhi-Rhi · « **Reply #164 on:** October 02, 2015, 10:39:38 pm »

To Esha, it felt like it would never stop, and when he grabbed her arms and wrenched them back, and began to really ride her, she thought she might pass out.

She moved how he wanted her to move, a rag doll in his arms, and threw her head back with a sharp yelp, eyes clenched shut as she cried out to the ceiling. She shook her head despite her moans and whimpers, wanting to deny him that. He could have her pain, but she didn't want to give him her pleasure--if it could even be called that. That wasn't the right word, really, because there was nothing about this she enjoyed, nothing about this that was pleasurable, even if her body was going through the motions whether she wanted it or not.

Still she moved, wriggling on him as he took her, gasping for breath between helpless cries and trying so hard to fight it, to deny him his satisfaction--but she was exhausted and hurting, and it was out of her hands.

Her body went taut, spine arching, and then she let out a choked, whimpering cry as she came again, her body curling forward even as he pulled her arms back, her head down and hair falling into her face, hiding her.

Daglobster · « **Reply #165 on:** October 02, 2015, 10:46:29 pm »

It was there, the second time Esha came, that Skerrondus hit his own peak as well. Once more he bashed against her cervix, seed shooting well past it an flowing directly into her womb. He filled her to the brim, and even then, it wasn't over. He pulled out, and covered her back and ass.

He made his way around, keeping her bent over the armrest, and edged the tip of his cock by her mouth.

"Clean it."

Rhi-Rhi · « **Reply #166 on:** October 03, 2015, 10:13:28 am »

Esha was still reeling in breathless agony, her belly knotted and cramped horribly, when Skerrondus finally came. Inside her, over her, it didn't matter; all she knew was that it was finally over--or at least she prayed it was.

Either way, when he demanded her to clean him, she obeyed. Quickly, lest she incur his wrath. Weakly, thoroughly exhausted both emotionally and physically and feeling like she would vomit from pain alone, not to mention the sickness in her heart, she licked and sucked him clean, stomach reeling at the mixed taste of her own wetness, his semen, and her blood near the base. She had no tears left to shed, though her breath still came out in shudders and pained whimpers.

It was over, she hoped, and everything hurt all the more.

Daglobster · « **Reply #167 on:** October 03, 2015, 10:40:01 am »

Skerrondus had his hand on the top of her head, petting her once again as she worked.

"Perhaps I'll keep you after all..." Skerrondus said as she polished his cock. When she was done, the thing retracted back into him, and he stepped on over to his throne and pressed a button by the armrest she wasn't draped over.

A pair of guards came in, and Skerrondus motioned to Esha. They took her clothes, and picked her up to take her out. Skerrondus otioned for them to pause, though, and he approached Esha.

He put a claw beneath her chin, and angled her head up to look at him.

"I counted your words. I make good on my promises."

Rhi-Rhi · « **Reply #168 on:** October 03, 2015, 10:55:39 am »

It was over. Thank gods, it was over.

Esha couldn't move from where she was. She was too weak, in too much pain as the adrenaline began to die down. Guards came and hauled her up, and she gasped in agony, too hurt to even be ashamed at being seen like that, bleeding and bruised and covered in his...expulsions.

She was limp as they carried her save for her trembling--she couldn't seem to stop shaking--but tensed painfully soon enough when he put that claw under her chin--and spoke the words that sent a fresh shiver of horror down her spine.

No...

She opened her mouth, about to beg him not to--but froze before the words came out, her throat to sore to form them, and her mind catching up with her quickly enough to stop her. He'd probably just kill more. Fresh tears she didn't know she had welled up in her eyes and her breath hiccuped on a sob.

Oh gods, no...

Daglobster · « **Reply #169 on:** October 03, 2015, 11:30:15 am »

Skerrondus exchanged a few words with the guards in Rividean, and they hauled her up and out of the throne room.

It was a long, humiliating walk through the halls of Skerrondus' fortified mansion. When they reached the small, solid wall cell that was Esha's quarters, the guards just dumped her onto her cot and left.

The room had a toilet, a cot, and a small fire pit with a pot. It also had a faucet which dispensed clean water.

Combined with the two meals she'd be receiving daily from the guards, it contained everything she'd need to survive.

Rhi-Rhi · « **Reply #170 on:** October 04, 2015, 02:17:03 pm »

Esha didn't have the strength to do much else but curl up on that cot and sob, another fresh wave of emotion crashing over her as soon as she was alone and removed from the situation. She couldn't stop shaking, and she hurt all over, but especially between her legs and the muscles of her thighs. She didn't want to move, didn't want to look at herself, didn't want to touch herself.

But she knew she must.

She didn't know how much time had passed before her tears dried up, but she finally managed to push herself up. She felt numb. Emotionally spent. But each twinge of pain only confirmed the reality of what had happened, and what would keep happening, and she jerked her mind away from that as much as she could and struggled to focus on what she could do. What she had to do.

She had to pee and clean herself, or she could get an infection. And so she made use of the toilet, squeezing her eyes shut and holding her breath as even that burned, her flesh torn raw. She forced what she could of his expulsions out of her, flushed, and then began the painful process of cleaning up.

She washed in the sink, cleaning off her back, scrubbing out her mouth, washing what she could from her skin before she finally washed between her legs. She was still bleeding, still horribly swollen and bruised, and each gently touch with a rag made her wince and suck in a breath. And she had just finished doing what she could, and left the rag between her legs to catch the rest of the blood, and because the coolness felt soothing, when another intense wave of nausea washed over her and she wound up on her knees before the toilet.

Esha didn't have much in her stomach, but she vomited even when she had nothing but bile left, and even then she couldn't stop dry heaving and sobbing all at once.

This was it. This was her life now, to be spent in a cell except when...needed. It was over. She couldn't do her job, much less be rescued from it.

She was going to die here.

Daglobster · « **Reply #171 on:** October 04, 2015, 02:38:21 pm »

Esha was alone in her cell for quite the while. There were the occasional footfalls of an armored Rividean passing by her cell, but apart from that, she was undisturbed for a good long while, until suddenly, the sounds of claws on the sliding viewport into her cell clinked out.

It slowly slid open, and the sharp, beady eyes of a Raptian peeked in.

"Psst. Hey."

The viewport opened a bit wider.

"You conscious in there?"

Rhi-Rhi · « **Reply #172 on:** October 04, 2015, 02:47:21 pm »

By that time, Esha had dressed and curled up onto her cot, shivering still and unable to sleep as her mind raced in an endless loop. Her keen ears picked up every sound, twitching as they strained to listen, and she tensed and curled in tighter on herself every time footsteps passed by her cell, as though expecting someone to barge in and drag her away to be hurt and tortured again.

And then, when the viewport slid open and voice hissed for her attention, she jumped, her body going taut and heart slamming in her chest, and she clenched her eyes shut.

No, no, no, no, no...

But she was too afraid not to answer, too, and so with an effort she managed to croak out a miserable, "Y-yes...yes sir..."

Daglobster · « **Reply #173 on:** October 04, 2015, 02:58:29 pm »

"Good."

Her food hatch opened up, and a small envelope was dropped in. A few taps at the viewport to get her attention. The Raptian peering in had blue scales and green eyes.

"I'm not your friend. Management's a steamin' cack."

The envelope was a dead-drop from Feylini spies. It had proper food, two syringes (one potent antibiotic, one painkiller) and a shiv.

More importantly, however, were the inclosed orders:

Circumstances extremely unfortunate. Nobody foresaw this. We are aware Skerrondus is a tempting target, but do not interfere. If you're found out, or if Skerrondus is put down by subterfuge, it puts our network at risk. You must be strong, and hold out until we can correct our mistake and extract you. In case of dire emergency, we have a man on the inside. Raptian, blue scales, green eyes. Name is Korto. Dispose of anything you can as thoroughly as possible once used.

--Central

Rhi-Rhi · « **Reply #174 on:** October 04, 2015, 03:08:34 pm »

An...an envelope?

Sitting up straight despite the pain that shot through her, Esha scrambled to grab it, and ripped it open. Her eyes widened at its contents and she dropped them as though they'd burned. Gods! If she was found with any of this, they'd murder her for sure! Looking up at the Raptian, she quickly pulled out the note and read.

And couldn't help letting out a hoarse, bitter laugh.

Extremely unfortunate? Mistake?

Oh...fuck them.

She tossed the letter into the fire pit, knowing it was true--they hadn't foreseen this--but unable to feel anything but angry about it now, and then looked up at Korto. "It's dire now, Korto," she said, swallowing past the knot in her throat. "Get me out. Please."

Daglobster · « **Reply #175 on:** October 04, 2015, 03:21:16 pm »

"No can do," Korto said.

"Walls tight. Gates monitored. I'm working by myself here."

The viewport closed.

"Sorry to disappoint."

He walked away, then, footsteps receding into the hallway.

Rhi-Rhi · « **Reply #176 on:** October 04, 2015, 03:30:49 pm »

"Wait!" Esha said, lunging for the viewport, but it was already closed, his footsteps receding. With a frustrated cry, she slammed her fist on the wall, then turned and slumped tentatively back onto her cot.

She still had so many questions she needed answered.

Mainly, what to do with used syringes and a shiv.

More dire now, though, was that she needed to do something with it all. Rivideans had keen noses and good senses. She had to move fast.

Taking the syringes, she injected both into her shoulder, then tossed those into the fire and hoped they'd melt, or at least get buried in with the ash. The shiv she hid under her cot, and the food...

She wasn't hungry. Not in the least, her appetite gone. But if she left it out, her captors would smell it and know they hadn't given it to her--and it might be the last good meal she'd have for a while. She needed her strength if she was to survive, much less escape.

And so she forced it down, each bite a struggle to keep down and not just heave back up. The painkiller began to set in, and eating became a little easier without pain distracting her, and when she was done, she curled back up on the cot--

And promptly passed out, without even intending to. Without pain, her body relaxed, and the exhaustion crept in powerfully to fill in that void. She slept, and slept deeply, and it was blessedly free of dreams.

Daglobster · « **Reply #177 on:** October 04, 2015, 03:55:06 pm »

When morning rolled around, there was a loud banging at Esha's door, a early warning before the door opened. Those two Steggadonians were there, looking as identically malicious as ever.

"Rise and shine, Longear," one of them said.

"Gotta long day ahead of you. Get dressed."

Rhi-Rhi · « **Reply #178 on:** October 05, 2015, 01:06:59 pm »

Esha jolted awake at that loud bang, and scrambled to a seated position in a flash of fear. Her heart was pounding anew and her ears were up and alert, twitching with tension. The painkiller must have still been in her system because she still felt okay. And by "okay", that was "mostly numb", both inside and out.

She looked up at the Steggadonians and hugged herself. She was dressed, her clothes as clean as she could get them, her panties still lined with that cloth. She was still spotting, and she was glad that, for now at least, she couldn't feel how horrifically sore she was.

Numb though she was, she still felt like she could vomit. The nausea had never abated.

She looked up at them without answering, expression hollow, deciding they could figure out for themselves that she was already dressed and awake.

Daglobster · « **Reply #179 on:** October 05, 2015, 01:25:00 pm »

"Come on," one of them growled, and they waited for her to come along before they got moving.

"You're under protection today. Great Warmasta Skerrondus, in his mercy, decided that you're not to be taken today."

"You're still damaged," the other chimed in.

"Still gonna get that practice in, though. So you can... dodge his spear."