Dystopia: Dimension One

Excerpt: "As the guest of honor for our evening, her fate would most certainly end in death, either by my hands, or, if I were to let her loose, one of my experiments running amok in the castle would surely reap her charms."

...

She lay on top of a stack of pillows, unconscious, and clothed in skintight black sportsbra and matching shorts. A brunette this time, she’ll do well. I removed my sweats and tickled my breasts. My vagina was dripping wet and feeling itchy. But this was nothing compared to the itch I felt in my penis.

We were in a sub-basement maybe 50 foot by 50 foot. The dampness and chill did much to make it seem as if it were a dungeon. The walls were thick concrete, as were the floors and ceiling. The air felt oppressive and stale, and the pile of pillows upon which this 14 year old girl was heaped seemed both out of place and very much welcome.

A b-cup, she was a waif of a thing. Athletic, obviously, but it was more than just the get-up. Her skin felt hard to the touch as I rubbed it over. Her hair was still tied behind her head, probably to keep it out of her way while she was running, which, of course, was how I found her. Running. Nature trail. She added more to that scenery than I care to describe. And now she complements this quiet room just as well. What I couldn’t decide yet was whether she was to be a permanent occupant of this house now, or if she would end up nothing more than a pleasant evening.

As the guest of honor for our evening, her fate would most certainly end in death, either by my hands, or, if I were to let her loose, one of my experiments running amok in the castle would surely reap her charms.

However, as a permanent occupant of this house, she would end up with one of dozens of lovely positions. She could become anything from a partially-wrapped mummy for the hallway, to a subject in one of my experiments. In other words, a living resident, or a dead one. In death, for the sake of the art, we of course preserve the body. Spells do the trick. Spells do the trick for anything, really. I’m happy to say that I am blessed with many successful experiments enjoying their occupancy in the castle; cat-girls, wolf-girls, and so forth. what’s most enjoyable are those whose minds have changed completely. For instance, I have a group of little girls who seek out other little girls and sexually torment them for days before ultimately cannibalizing or otherwise finishing them off. Some are of drugged-to-drooling-stupidity and wander the halls aimlessly, eating when food is to be found, and some have turned insane, expressing a healthy range of psychological abnormalities. Still others remain defiant and actively pursue freedom.

I’ve decided to rest this decision on how she appears when naked. I brush aside some of her bangs that have fallen to her face from out of her scrunchy. If the charms of her body manage to equal the beauty in that child-like face, her life will be spared.

I remove her sports bra and shorts. ha. White bra and panties. Still, her skin is clear and well-tanned. I can clearly make out tanning lines around her bra and panties. Looking good so far. I unclasp her bra. Yes, the b-cup, she is white like ivory and her nipples contrast like two hardened spots of blood. I remove her panties. Perfect! The beginnings of pubic hair, but it is soft, short, and very light brown in color. What a specimen! I’m afraid I can’t hold to my earlier decision, the blood rushes over me and I know she will end in pieces with the night.

I turn her over and enter her bottom. Or try to anyway! that’s TIGHT! I can’t get in a single inch. Try harder! Yes! that’s it! 2 inches... 3 inches... I tear out her scrunchy and grab fistfuls of her silky hair. PUSH! THERE! In, finally... now out. And in again. In I rock inside of her and begin a steady pumping motion.

A groan! She awakes! A scream! It gets better, soon she is fighting against my thrusts. Turning around, she clearly notices my breasts and temporarily ceases her struggles. He he he. Surely by now she has guessed I’m a “dickgirl” as they’ve been called. I don’t care about her knowledge though; I slam her turned face with my closed fist, hard. She struggles harder, and I exit her bottom. Rather than turning to face me, she begins frantically searching the walls for a door. Hmm. Fascinating. How long will it take until she learns we are in a magically-sealed room that has no door?

No matter. Leap after her and she yelps as I push her hard against the concrete wall. Her head makes a dull thud when it contacts the wall and I press myself against her and bite into her throat. No blood yet, continue bitting. Meanwhile she punches the back of my head, and soon I taste blood. Mmmm. She can’t seem to scream with my mouth squeezing against her throat. No good, I need to hear the screaming. I hurl her across the room and into the opposite wall. Another dull thud. One spell later, her arms and legs become useless. it’s time to enter her.

I bend her over a pile of pillows so that her bum is facing upwards and ram my cock into her vagina from the back. In and out, in and out. she’s crying hard by now and I turn her over and lick off her tears. As I’m pounding into her vagina I lick around inside her eyelids tasting her eyes for more tears. Soon she learns to stop crying. Now I begin searching her body over with my tongue, mouth and teeth. God she tastes good. The taste of sweat. I spit on her breasts and rub them to my content. I sniff her underarms. Fantastic. And lick and begin to chew her arm pits, smelling girl scent and feeling electrified. I cum into her while kissing and biting at her lips.

While considering what next to do with her, I begin casually punching and pinching all over her body. I throw her into a wall a couple of times, grab her hair and bash her head against the floor until cheeks give blood, then I suck out the blood as it comes. My vagina craves something from her, and I lift her by her breasts and drag her over to the pillows again. let’s see now... first, I sit on her face. No good, she struggles too much, so I cast a spell and now all she’s capable of is the occasional blink. Better. I open her jaw as wide as it goes and position my vagina in her mouth again. I alternate between touching my own breasts and feeling down her nubile body while grinding away into her face to my content.

Leaning down, I spread open the lips of her vagina and spit into it, rubbing the saliva in. first I stick my nose into her vagina and inhale and become filled with her girlish scent. Then I lick the vagina a bit and play around with it using my fingers. Soon I’m rubbing myself into her face even harder and then I lean down and begin some mouth and tongue play inside her. she’s hot and moist and I take my fill. Knowing what’s soon to come, I grab her legs and bring her feet to my nose and inhale just as I begin to pee. My hot piss pours into her mouth and I can tell because of the spell she’s unable to stop some from getting into her lungs and she begins a coughing fit. Perfect, because my penis was beginning to harden again.

I change my position and suck the entirety of one of her breasts into my mouth and begin toying with it with my tongue. Soon I’m pounding into her again with my penis and dragging my mouth all across her reachable body, occasional biting something. she’s still coughing, and with each cough she squeezes my penis making me plow harder and harder. I continue sticking it in her and calmly revel in watching her 14 year old breasts bob up and down up and down with my raping her. Despite how warm and cozy her vaginal cavity is, I decide to disengage her and tilt her butt up toward her stomach a bit to get into position for a butt fucking. By now her coughing has subsided. I hold onto her breasts and begin ramming into her butt. Her legs are bouncing against my shoulders and after a bit of watching things like this I turn her around and enter her butt from the back. For a change of pace I mix this with massaging her gently rubbing my hands on her back and on her butt cheeks. Soon she is making cooing noises, if only because I am no longer very greatly abusing her. I like them, and listen to it for a long time, giving her my best massaging technique. Before cumming, I disengage her and go all out giving her a complete, gentle full body massage. Soon I am stroking her hair and cuddling with her. This is nice.

I sit on her chest just under her breasts and slowly tickle them, watching how they gyrate when I toy with them. Now I lift her by holding under her armpits and prop her against a pillow and enter her mouth with my penis. I allow her the use of her tongue and coax her into using it. The feeling is amazing, her tongue wiggles under and above my penis as I slowly slide it in and out of her mouth. Keeping my cock in her mouth I change position to mouth her vagina and eventually I cum down her throat. she’s still unable to keep it from getting into her lungs, but I’ve made her a puppet again and tears fall from her eyes as I calmly watch her getting over her latest involuntary coughing fit. My penis has had its fill for the time being, but my vagina hasn’t even had one orgasm yet. This needs to be remedied.

I pierce dildos to her nipples, belly button and tongue using multiple rings to hold them firmly into place. She, of course, screams like crazy while I’m doing this.

First I choose to mount her belly button dildo. This one I know hurts the most because of the belly button’s sensitivity. I take my time beginning with a slow riding and being sure to squeeze on the dildo as I’m rising to ensure it strains her belly button painfully. I give her use of her throat, but without use of a tongue she can’t seem to shape words and only makes garbled moaning and occasionally squeaking sounds. I like this and take my time working up to a medium pace, riding her belly up and down, up and down. As I speed up I grab on to her breasts around the piercings and dildos and begin coming down with all my weight onto her belly, taking in the entirely of the dildo and making a satisfying plopping noise each time my butt cheeks meet her belly flesh before I rise up for another fall. Mmmmm, this is good. Plop, plop, plop, plop, plop. Now she’s exhaling with a sore throat from all her moaning, and I dismount her.

I take some time tickling her all over, but she doesn’t seem very responsive to tickling at the moment and so I lift up one of her legs and rub my vagina up against hers. I force her leg up high and lean forward, lick the skin beneath her knee, and then take her tongue-dildo into my mouth going as far down along it as I can until I reach her lips, wet with blood from her bleeding tongue. Mmmmm, her blood tastes so very nice. Pressing her leg even closer to her head I begin to wonder if she was a gymnast as well, but all thoughts vanish when I take in the dildo in one of her breasts and taste the blood from her nipple. I say this because I realized I could also taste some milk as well. Warm milk mixed with blood! I begin sucking hard on the blood nipple, bringing my head up only to take another deep breath before taking in the dildo again in order to gain access to her bloody, milky nectar.

This invigorates me and I suck harder and harder on her bloody nipple whenever I get the chance, rubbing my vagina into her vagina with more and more force. The orgasm takes hold of me and I tilt my head up to the ceiling and begin to gasp, gurgling a bit on the milk and blood, and riding the waves of my overpowering orgasm. Without even notice my penis came again wetting the underside of her upraised leg and her belly.

After a couple minutes of the ecstacy I am force to dismount her and fall upon the pillows nearby, panting and rubbing my breasts. I can hear her crying fitfully now. She had been holding a lot back, but whether it was the bizarreness of her situation or her having to hear my clearly ecstatic orgasming over the past few minutes she lost all sense of dignity and was wailing piteously.

I lay there looking up at the ceiling and enjoying her sweet music for a few more minutes until it began to die down again. Aaah, everything was so good. This seems a fitting time to start killing her. I removed all the dildos on her and began considering my options. It was my custom to separate endings by penis-type and vagina-type.

The penis-type ones were all rough, very painful, and not long lasting, with the victim typically dead after the first time, although sometimes she’d survive and get raped again the next day likely ending up dead by the end of the second run.

The vagina-type ones would make the victim last as long as possible. For instance, the wrapping the girl in white tape except for her breasts down to an entrance for her vagina and then magically giving her eternal life and placing her as a decoration somewhere in the castle.

I so enjoyed the catch tonight that I decided she would remain in some artistic way somewhere in the castle. But how? Aaaah, I’ve got just the idea for one such as her who looks so sad all the time.

I cast a spell on her to be passive and constantly melancholy. I also grow a penis on her and allow her to move again. She gets up, sniffling and looking at the floor. Noticing the penis suddenly, she takes on that shocked-doe facial expression which gradually evolves into a state of acceptance. She wraps her hand around her penis and touches the uncircumcised tip with a finger. Sniffling again, she watches it as it rises into an erection and lets out a soft confused sigh.

Something takes hold of me, the beauty of her melancholic demeanor, the expression of hopelessness on her face, I can hold it no longer! I LEAP upon her, kissing her full on the mouth and mount her penis crashing into her hips time and time again. Immediately when I move my hand over her breasts I notice I can fit my thumb into the holes where her piercings were and fresh milky blood pours out of them.

She provides no resistance as I bounce against her mounting her penis, but tears never stop gushing from her eyes and I don’t hesitate to lick them all up reveling in their salty, girlish taste. My vaginal orgasm begins and I dismount her, only half certain of anything beyond my orgasm. I lift up her legs and insert my penis in her vagina, one hand grabbing a breast slippery with milk and blood, and the other hand nursing her penis. She comes onto her stomach and I spread her liquids around her stomach and hips and in between her breasts. With a full, pounding, painful even, erection I slide into her and rape her tearing at her hair, clawing into her supple skin, throwing her against walls and the floor for the next 4 hours.

When finished, I create an unlocked door and leave her to whatever fate this labyrinthine castle has in store for her. As I turn a corner in a hall nearby, I catch a glimpse of a group of wolf-girls on the scent of blood. A few of them stop to stare at me with their wide golden eyes in the torch-lit hallway before hurrying after the rest of their pack. I smile in recognition of this particulate wolf-girl crew. I know them to be nonviolent and with any luck they will take the new girl under their protection in exchange for her dickgirl charms. Even more a fortunate thing, as wolf-girl saliva can heal any wound. Assuming she wasn’t consumed by a slime or some other creature the moment I turned my back, the new girl’s starting out life in the castle with some safe friends. Good for her. I’d like to think it might ease her sadness a little, but, of course, there’s no hope for that ^_^

I wrote Dimensions One and Two about a year ago.

Generic hentai/porn bores the hell out of me, and I prefer to keep all the hell in for the coming winter.

Enjoy, if they're your kind of thing too >:)

I liked it....very interesting.

I like. I would love to hear more of this sad girl's fate.

Excellent

you lost me at 'sportsbra'. fail.

Not the athletic type then are you? Or maybe you prefer dickgirl that's closer in spirit to yaoi? Then write your own story.

Here's a version with fixed typing errors.

Dystopia: Dimension One

Excerpt: "As the guest of honor for our evening, her fate would most certainly end in death, either by my hands, or, if I were to let her loose, one of my experiments running amok in the castle would surely reap her charms."

...

She lay on top of a stack of pillows, unconscious, and clothed in skintight black sports bra and matching shorts. A brunette this time, she’ll do well. I removed my sweats and tickled my breasts. My vagina was dripping wet and feeling itchy. But this was nothing compared to the itch I felt in my penis.

We were in a sub-basement maybe 50 foot by 50 foot. The dampness and chill did much to make it seem as if it were a dungeon. The walls were thick concrete, as were the floors and ceiling. The air felt oppressive and stale, and the pile of pillows upon which this 14 year old girl was heaped seemed both out of place and very much welcome.

A b-cup, she was a waif of a thing. Athletic, obviously, but it was more than just the get-up. Her skin felt hard to the touch as I rubbed it over. Her hair was still tied behind her head, probably to keep it out of her way while she was running, which, of course, was how I found her. Running. Nature trail. She added more to that scenery than I care to describe. And now she complements this quiet room just as well. What I couldn’t decide yet was whether she was to be a permanent occupant of this house now, or if she would end up nothing more than a pleasant evening.

As the guest of honor for our evening, her fate would most certainly end in death, either by my hands, or, if I were to let her loose, one of my experiments running amok in the castle would surely reap her charms.

However, as a permanent occupant of this house, she would end up with one of dozens of lovely positions. She could become anything from a partially-wrapped mummy for the hallway, to a subject in one of my experiments. In other words, a living resident, or a dead one. In death, for the sake of the art, we of course preserve the body. Spells do the trick. Spells do the trick for anything, really. I’m happy to say that I am blessed with many successful experiments enjoying their occupancy in the castle; cat-girls, wolf-girls, and so forth. What’s most enjoyable are those whose minds have changed completely. For instance, I have a group of little girls who seek out other little girls and sexually torment them for days before ultimately cannibalizing or otherwise finishing them off. Some are of drugged-to-drooling-stupidity and wander the halls aimlessly, eating when food is to be found, and some have turned insane, expressing a healthy range of psychological abnormalities. Still others remain defiant and actively pursue freedom.

I’ve decided to rest this decision on how she appears when naked. I brush aside some of her bangs that have fallen to her face from out of her scrunchy. If the charms of her body manage to equal the beauty in that child-like face, her life will be spared.

I remove her sports bra and shorts. Ha. White bra and panties. Still, her skin is clear and well-tanned. I can clearly make out tanning lines around her bra and panties. Looking good so far. I unclasp her bra. Yes, the b-cup, she is white like ivory and her nipples contrast like two hardened spots of blood. I remove her panties. Perfect! The beginnings of pubic hair, but it is soft, short, and very light brown in color. What a specimen! I’m afraid I can’t hold to my earlier decision, the blood rushes over me and I know she will end in pieces with the night.

I turn her over and enter her bottom. Or try to anyway! that’s TIGHT! I can’t get in a single inch. Try harder! Yes! that’s it! 2 inches... 3 inches... I tear out her scrunchy and grab fistfuls of her silky hair. PUSH! THERE! In, finally... now out. And in again. In I rock inside of her and begin a steady pumping motion.

A groan! She awakes! A scream! It gets better, soon she is fighting against my thrusts. Turning around, she clearly notices my breasts and temporarily ceases her struggles. He he he. Surely by now she has guessed I’m a “dickgirl” as they’ve been called. I don’t care about her knowledge though; I slam her turned face with my closed fist, hard. She struggles harder, and I exit her bottom. Rather than turning to face me, she begins frantically searching the walls for a door. Hmm. Fascinating. How long will it take until she learns we are in a magically-sealed room that has no door?

No matter. Leap after her and she yelps as I push her hard against the concrete wall. Her head makes a dull thud when it contacts the wall and I press myself against her and bite into her throat. No blood yet, continue bitting. Meanwhile she punches the back of my head, and soon I taste blood. Mmmm. She can’t seem to scream with my mouth squeezing against her throat. No good, I need to hear the screaming. I hurl her across the room and into the opposite wall. Another dull thud. One spell later, her arms and legs become useless. It’s time to enter her.

I bend her over a pile of pillows so that her bum is facing upwards and ram my cock into her vagina from the back. In and out, in and out. She’s crying hard by now and I turn her over and lick off her tears. As I’m pounding into her vagina I lick around inside her eyelids tasting her eyes for more tears. Soon she learns to stop crying. Now I begin searching her body over with my tongue, mouth and teeth. God she tastes good. The taste of sweat. I spit on her breasts and rub them to my content. I sniff her underarms. Fantastic. And lick and begin to chew her arm pits, smelling girl scent and feeling electrified. I cum into her while kissing and biting at her lips.

While considering what next to do with her, I begin casually punching and pinching all over her body. I throw her into a wall a couple of times, grab her hair and bash her head against the floor until cheeks give blood, then I suck out the blood as it comes. My vagina craves something from her, and I lift her by her breasts and drag her over to the pillows again. Let’s see now... first, I sit on her face. No good, she struggles too much, so I cast a spell and now all she’s capable of is the occasional blink. Better. I open her jaw as wide as it goes and position my vagina in her mouth again. I alternate between touching my own breasts and feeling down her nubile body while grinding away into her face to my content.

Leaning down, I spread open the lips of her vagina and spit into it, rubbing the saliva in. First I stick my nose into her vagina and inhale and become filled with her girlish scent. Then I lick the vagina a bit and play around with it using my fingers. Soon I’m rubbing myself into her face even harder and then I lean down and begin some mouth and tongue play inside her. She’s hot and moist and I take my fill. Knowing what’s soon to come, I grab her legs and bring her feet to my nose and inhale just as I begin to pee. My hot piss pours into her mouth and I can tell because of the spell she’s unable to stop some from getting into her lungs and she begins a coughing fit. Perfect, because my penis was beginning to harden again.

I change my position and suck the entirety of one of her breasts into my mouth and begin toying with it with my tongue. Soon I’m pounding into her again with my penis and dragging my mouth all across her reachable body, occasional biting something. She’s still coughing, and with each cough she squeezes my penis making me plow harder and harder. I continue sticking it in her and calmly revel in watching her 14 year old breasts bob up and down up and down with my raping her. Despite how warm and cozy her vaginal cavity is, I decide to disengage her and tilt her butt up toward her stomach a bit to get into position for a butt fucking. By now her coughing has subsided. I hold onto her breasts and begin ramming into her butt. Her legs are bouncing against my shoulders and after a bit of watching things like this I turn her around and enter her butt from the back. For a change of pace I mix this with massaging her gently rubbing my hands on her back and on her butt cheeks. Soon she is making cooing noises, if only because I am no longer very greatly abusing her. I like them, and listen to it for a long time, giving her my best massaging technique. Before cumming, I disengage her and go all out giving her a complete, gentle full body massage. Soon I am stroking her hair and cuddling with her. This is nice.

I sit on her chest just under her breasts and slowly tickle them, watching how they gyrate when I toy with them. Now I lift her by holding under her armpits and prop her against a pillow and enter her mouth with my penis. I allow her the use of her tongue and coax her into using it. The feeling is amazing, her tongue wiggles under and above my penis as I slowly slide it in and out of her mouth. Keeping my cock in her mouth I change position to mouth her vagina and eventually I cum down her throat. She’s still unable to keep it from getting into her lungs, but I’ve made her a puppet again and tears fall from her eyes as I calmly watch her getting over her latest involuntary coughing fit. My penis has had its fill for the time being, but my vagina hasn’t even had one orgasm yet. This needs to be remedied.

I pierce dildos to her nipples, belly button and tongue using multiple rings to hold them firmly into place. She, of course, screams like crazy while I’m doing this.

First I choose to mount her belly button dildo. This one I know hurts the most because of the belly button’s sensitivity. I take my time beginning with a slow riding and being sure to squeeze on the dildo as I’m rising to ensure it strains her belly button painfully. I give her use of her throat, but without use of a tongue she can’t seem to shape words and only makes garbled moaning and occasionally squeaking sounds. I like this and take my time working up to a medium pace, riding her belly up and down, up and down. As I speed up I grab on to her breasts around the piercings and dildos and begin coming down with all my weight onto her belly, taking in the entirely of the dildo and making a satisfying plopping noise each time my butt cheeks meet her belly flesh before I rise up for another fall. Mmmmm, this is good. Plop, plop, plop, plop, plop. Now she’s exhaling with a sore throat from all her moaning, and I dismount her.

I take some time tickling her all over, but she doesn’t seem very responsive to tickling at the moment and so I lift up one of her legs and rub my vagina up against hers. I force her leg up high and lean forward, lick the skin beneath her knee, and then take her tongue-dildo into my mouth going as far down along it as I can until I reach her lips, wet with blood from her bleeding tongue. Mmmmm, her blood tastes so very nice. Pressing her leg even closer to her head I begin to wonder if she was a gymnast as well, but all thoughts vanish when I take in the dildo in one of her breasts and taste the blood from her nipple. I say this because I realized I could also taste some milk as well. Warm milk mixed with blood! I begin sucking hard on the blood nipple, bringing my head up only to take another deep breath before taking in the dildo again in order to gain access to her bloody, milky nectar.

This invigorates me and I suck harder and harder on her bloody nipple whenever I get the chance, rubbing my vagina into her vagina with more and more force. The orgasm takes hold of me and I tilt my head up to the ceiling and begin to gasp, gurgling a bit on the milk and blood, and riding the waves of my overpowering orgasm. Without even notice my penis came again wetting the underside of her upraised leg and her belly.

After a couple minutes of the ecstasy I am force to dismount her and fall upon the pillows nearby, panting and rubbing my breasts. I can hear her crying fitfully now. She had been holding a lot back, but whether it was the bizarreness of her situation or her having to hear my clearly ecstatic orgasming over the past few minutes she lost all sense of dignity and was wailing piteously.

I lay there looking up at the ceiling and enjoying her sweet music for a few more minutes until it began to die down again. Aaah, everything was so good. This seems a fitting time to start killing her. I removed all the dildos on her and began considering my options. It was my custom to separate endings by penis-type and vagina-type.

The penis-type ones were all rough, very painful, and not long lasting, with the victim typically dead after the first time, although sometimes she’d survive and get raped again the next day likely ending up dead by the end of the second run.

The vagina-type ones would make the victim last as long as possible. For instance, the wrapping the girl in white tape except for her breasts down to an entrance for her vagina and then magically giving her eternal life and placing her as a decoration somewhere in the castle.

I so enjoyed the catch tonight that I decided she would remain in some artistic way somewhere in the castle. But how? Aaaah, I’ve got just the idea for one such as her who looks so sad all the time.

I cast a spell on her to be passive and constantly melancholy. I also grow a penis on her and allow her to move again. She gets up, sniffling and looking at the floor. Noticing the penis suddenly, she takes on that shocked-doe facial expression which gradually evolves into a state of acceptance. She wraps her hand around her penis and touches the uncircumcised tip with a finger. Sniffling again, she watches it as it rises into an erection and lets out a soft confused sigh.

Something takes hold of me, the beauty of her melancholic demeanor, the expression of hopelessness on her face, I can hold it no longer! I LEAP upon her, kissing her full on the mouth and mount her penis crashing into her hips time and time again. Immediately when I move my hand over her breasts I notice I can fit my thumb into the holes where her piercings were and fresh milky blood pours out of them.

She provides no resistance as I bounce against her mounting her penis, but tears never stop gushing from her eyes and I don’t hesitate to lick them all up reveling in their salty, girlish taste. My vaginal orgasm begins and I dismount her, only half certain of anything beyond my orgasm. I lift up her legs and insert my penis in her vagina, one hand grabbing a breast slippery with milk and blood, and the other hand nursing her penis. She comes onto her stomach and I spread her liquids around her stomach and hips and in between her breasts. With a full, pounding, painful even, erection I slide into her and rape her tearing at her hair, clawing into her supple skin, throwing her against walls and the floor for the next 4 hours.

When finished, I create an unlocked door and leave her to whatever fate this labyrinthine castle has in store for her. As I turn a corner in a hall nearby, I catch a glimpse of a group of wolf-girls on the scent of blood. A few of them stop to stare at me with their wide golden eyes in the torch-lit hallway before hurrying after the rest of their pack. I smile in recognition of this particulate wolf-girl crew. I know them to be nonviolent and with any luck they will take the new girl under their protection in exchange for her dickgirl charms. Even more a fortunate thing, as wolf-girl saliva can heal any wound. Assuming she wasn’t consumed by a slime or some other creature the moment I turned my back, the new girl’s starting out life in the castle with some safe friends. Good for her. I’d like to think it might ease her sadness a little, but, of course, there’s no hope for that ^_^