"Hmmm, is that a no? Don't worry, lass, that'll soon change." The son of a bitch was playing to his audience, the bandits chuckling darkly. He nodded to whoever was behind me and the finger returned. It circled once lightly and then the bandit pushed it in. A small grunt escaped my lips, muffled mostly by the gag, but I caught the flash of pleasure in Mercer's eyes. Even that one finger felt huge and by the Nine, it burned and stung. The man behind me didn't give me time to adjust before working it in and out, stroking. A second finger joined the first, adding to the burning sensation and I groaned as they scissored inside me, stretching me. I closed my eyes, I just wanted to escape this now. A tiny dark part of me was telling me that I should be grateful for this in some way, that it could have been much worse but I just felt helpless and violated and a hot tear trickled down my cheek.
"Hmmm, is that a no? Don't worry, lass, that'll soon change." The son of a bitch was playing to his audience, the bandits chuckling darkly. He nodded to whoever was behind me and the finger returned. It circled once lightly and then the bandit pushed it in. A small grunt escaped my lips, muffled mostly by the gag, but I caught the flash of pleasure in Mercer's eyes. Even that one finger felt huge and by the Nine, it burned and stung. The man behind me didn't give me time to adjust before working it in and out, stroking. A second finger joined the first, adding to the burning sensation and I groaned as they scissored inside me, stretching me. I closed my eyes, I just wanted to escape this now. A tiny dark part of me was telling me that I should be grateful for this in some way, that it could have been much worse but I just felt helpless and violated and a hot tear trickled down my cheek.
"Are you not enjoying this, my little thief?" Mercer's tone was mocking and I felt his breath on my face and his tongue licked my tear, leaving a trail of saliva, taking even that from me. Then his finger worked its way up inside me. "Hmm, nice and tight. And still dry. Poor you but lucky us." I wanted to break down and cry. I wanted to spit in his face, to Shout him into Oblivion, to scratch his eyes out, to do anything other than dangle there. "Maybe you need more of an incentive, hmm? Like any good thief should? I suppose I should reward you a little, for all your services." Then all the hands were gone, leaving just cold, refreshing air on my skin. I opened my eyes. The bandits were moving to sit on the stone tables near by, I counted six of them, not including the bastard and the mage. They looked as if they were at the tavern, waiting for a performance. I will not break. A loud clang from the corner caught my attention and the sphere began to roll it's way towards me. Attached to the front of it was a large phallic shaped metallic rod. In any other circumstances the thing would have been amusing. In these it was bloody terrifying.
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Re: The Die is Cast 3/?
Date: 2013-05-12 01:45 pm (UTC)"Hmmm, is that a no? Don't worry, lass, that'll soon change." The son of a bitch was playing to his audience, the bandits chuckling darkly. He nodded to whoever was behind me and the finger returned. It circled once lightly and then the bandit pushed it in. A small grunt escaped my lips, muffled mostly by the gag, but I caught the flash of pleasure in Mercer's eyes. Even that one finger felt huge and by the Nine, it burned and stung. The man behind me didn't give me time to adjust before working it in and out, stroking. A second finger joined the first, adding to the burning sensation and I groaned as they scissored inside me, stretching me. I closed my eyes, I just wanted to escape this now. A tiny dark part of me was telling me that I should be grateful for this in some way, that it could have been much worse but I just felt helpless and violated and a hot tear trickled down my cheek.
"Are you not enjoying this, my little thief?" Mercer's tone was mocking and I felt his breath on my face and his tongue licked my tear, leaving a trail of saliva, taking even that from me. Then his finger worked its way up inside me.
"Hmm, nice and tight. And still dry. Poor you but lucky us."
I wanted to break down and cry. I wanted to spit in his face, to Shout him into Oblivion, to scratch his eyes out, to do anything other than dangle there.
"Maybe you need more of an incentive, hmm? Like any good thief should? I suppose I should reward you a little, for all your services."
Then all the hands were gone, leaving just cold, refreshing air on my skin. I opened my eyes. The bandits were moving to sit on the stone tables near by, I counted six of them, not including the bastard and the mage. They looked as if they were at the tavern, waiting for a performance.
I will not break.
A loud clang from the corner caught my attention and the sphere began to roll it's way towards me. Attached to the front of it was a large phallic shaped metallic rod. In any other circumstances the thing would have been amusing. In these it was bloody terrifying.