Floating islands! Some things were just that simple though her own thoughts on the magical realms were fairly limited, too. It’d have taken her quite a fair bit of imagination to come up with such things. “Yeah, I guess I didn’t think of that.” She replied in kind, a smile of her own meeting his own although the whole situation didn’t sit right with her regardless, even less so once that ring of his had been transformed into a dagger. She thought of it as more of a little trick initially, to have her marvel at his assortment of magical goods, but it turned out to be far worse than that.

"Motherfucker!" Crimson eyes widened in terror at the latest implications of her escort. He wouldn’t have it that easy with her. She planned on letting the memory unfold exactly the way it first played out in reality unless encouraged otherwise and getting stabbed to death certainly wasn’t much of an appeal Veronica wanted to indulge in. Thus the red head turned tail and ran away from the scene as fast as humanly possible, never looking back to the fate waiting for her in that damned maze. Screw the zoo, if there ever was one, getting past Giles or whatever his real name was would be damn near impossible without risking her own life.

Heading back the way they came turned out to be far more challenging than anticipated. Summoning just the first few turns to memory had been difficult enough, but any more than that and the buxom woman quickly realized that it had to have been a part of his plan to lead her far enough from the entrance to prolong whatever timeframe he had to dispose of her.

He must’ve brought the ring exclusively for her and none would detect what he was really hiding on one of his fingers while allowing everyone to take note of it with the naked eye. She cursed herself for being so naive as to think there wouldn’t be trouble with anyone. It might’ve been the very notion that Lady Winthrop romantically involved herself with Lord Adder which sparked a certain discontent in her brother, not that it mattered too much to her other than to start believing that she might be here just for that reason.

Somehow the thought of being set up didn’t seem too far-fetched in the long run. She might very well be here by design, some prostitute off the streets no one would miss although being selected at such short notice didn’t seem to be an all too reliable plan, not unless they knew where to look for the perfect lookalike. She couldn’t make too much sense of it yet, but the one certain truth of the matter was that her life had been at stake.

She had to get back to the manor, that much was certain. She could try to hide from him for a while, but what good was that going to do? One ticket out of here were the portals within the manor itself although the crowd may protect her from being assassinated in public, the other being Lord Adder himself although she suspected he happened to be the reason why this was happening to her in the first place. Either way, Chloe had to get out of the maze before committing her thoughts to anything else.

“How unladylike,” she could hear a chuckle from behind her as she turned and ran. There was the sense of him following her as she raced off. Without looking she would always have that dread that he was closer or ready to pounce.

In fact the only times she didn't feel that immediate dread was during the few points she heard him. Oddly that had not been as often as she would have thought as if she had managed to out distance him or lost him in that maze.

At first she recalled the first few turns back though a failing memory and hearing him close caused her to make a few wrong choices not to mention there were times she hit dead ends and had to work her way back. The only thing to guide her other then the sound of his foot steps had been that smoke but as it seemed to dwindle at times she had been forced back into it towards the center.

It was a fatal game of cat and mouse it had seemed. He was close about ready to end their game. She could hear him taunting her as he neared, how he was going to have a bit of fun with her before he eventually killed her.

Chloe was forced into the center of the maze. There was a sizable building there with steps leading up to it and a large brazier burning a green magical flame from within. The flame was a mere illusion as was the smoke emitting no heat, it was obvious that it was only a visual illusion made permanent which she would have discovered had she the time to inspect it though Giles appeared behind her cutting off the path back.

He grinned at her as he twirled his dagger, his pace slowing as he drew near. His gaze wasn't actually sexually charged though she could see the delight dancing in his eyes. If he lived up to his word he was going to take her, that was a given though it seemed that he was far more interested in homicide, he was a deranged soul to say the least.

“Hm, where shall we begin? I've seen that ass enough times, perhaps there.” And gleefully he neared watching her carefully so that she could only fall back or risk running around him. Drawing out this final moment it seemed all while sporting that fiendish smile.

“No way out.” That thought occurred to her several times while making a dash through the maze, the smoke being the only useful lead although heading away from it forced her to double back lest Chloe lost track of her progress completely. The occasional dead end coupled with the fact she had no idea just how they’d gotten this deep into it in the first place just made her feel all the more lost and desperate. She could hear him, the thought of being caught even more maddening than the idea of being lost, but ultimately the two of them created the perfect tag team to terrorize Chloe from the very beginning. She couldn’t be caught, she just couldn’t or Giles would murder her, but not without taking more than her life before his task here concluded.

In the end Chloe ended up in the very center of the maze, her voluptuous form spinning about to make haste for another possible direction, but Giles already managed to catch up with her, the two of them practically nearing the closing stages of their play. She was breathing heavily, partially due to rapidly escalating panic and the fact that her endurance wasn’t quite cut out for the job. She wasn’t going to be able to run forever. Surrender, however, wasn’t an option. He was as much serious about his earlier taunts as much as he was downright sadistic in their final chase. No doubt he’d rape her purely for the sake of it before ending her life.

Chloe had absolutely no advantages from her current vantage point other than sheer luck, the one thing she’d rather not depend on in the situation being foisted upon her and feigning one last desperate dash first in one direction, then passing him on the other wasn’t going to get her anywhere. In all likelihood he’d just cut her off or close whatever gap the red head managed to create between them, leaving her with the same dreaded result. She decided to run up to the building, making her way up the stairs in as little time as she could possibly manage.

Hiding on the inside for the moment may be more feasible than trying to run away and the growing ache in her lungs told her that fleeing from the scene guaranteed being captured. She had to find another way and hoped to come across something, anything to conceal herself for a short while. She neared the blazing fires and noted the absence of heat emanating from them.

It felt as though they weren’t even real, but actually testing it had been a most distant thought until Chloe realized there was not much else to use when it came to the terrain around her. If the flickering green flame could hide her whole body from the naked eye, perhaps that’d give her a much needed breather. Without anything else in sight, her choice for a hiding place had to be quite obvious. It might not even work, but anything was better than just running straight into his arms.

There was the building and the flame, her mind racing between the two or was it the pull of the actual events that generated her actions now? The memories seemed so fluid, so natural that she didn't question it at all and may have concluded that Chloe acted in the same manner since there had been no resistance.

Dashing to the brazier she was obscured from the flames for the time being. Even hiding within them was made possible she found since their was no heat and in that exact spot one could only see the illusion of the flames.

But she had the surreal experience of being able to see outward without being hindered at all. At first she saw Giles dash in the opposite direction than she assuming that she would come out the other side. He must have thought she tried to fake him out by doubling back to dash towards an escape as he seemed surprised at not seeing her straight away but he instead moved closer at a cautious pace frequently looking towards the exit as if expecting her to dash towards it.

She figured that he had to have guessed she was in the brazier or waiting behind it and waiting to dash towards escape, probably building up the nerve to do so. He grinned though.

“You're only delaying the inevitable. I guess that is the quality of human nature though, even knowing the end is nigh one hangs on to each and every second that they can when seeing that end,” He was close now though rather than favoring one side or the other of the brazier he was coming straight at it. Either he knew or he was making it tougher to dash towards freedom.

Reversing his grip on his dagger he suddenly stopped. “We're going to have some fun Lady Winthrop.” She realized that he was looking at the flames but wasn't locking eyes with her, that was impossible though she could see him contemplating something.

He then acted quite suddenly striking like a serpent. He launched himself at the flames. If she were in them he'd make contact, and if hiding behind them. Those were the two logical choices though there were things such as magic that she could have used when obscured he figured if she had anything useful she would have used it already.

And it was in that fashion that she felt his left shoulder collide with her chest taking them both out of the flames, well he first entered them in that lept that brought the pair out to the other side and to the ground. He gave a bit of a grunt of discomfort given that his left arm ended up beneath her and took the brunt of the fall but the right quickly moved and in a flash she felt the metal blade of the dagger against her neck, a delighted gleam was cast in his eyes.

“Look at what I found. Now this can be as painful or pleasant as you'd like in your last moments. It makes no difference to me after all.” He was so nonchalant about it, though the situation was steering as she could feel his swollen member getting even larger as he considered what to do first, that blade working down to her sizable chest rather lazily in contrast to the quick motions he had already displayed.

Scarlet eyes fixated on the man, watching his every move, but Chloe did her best to remain silent. She figured making a dash in the opposite direction of where he was standing relative to the brazier might pay off in the end, but each time her mind wanted to run off, her body just wouldn’t comply. She was trapped, unable to move even if she wanted to. It felt utterly hopeless and now it appeared the alluring vixen was going to pay the price as he came forward at an incredible pace.

“Unnf!” Just like that Chloe fell to the ground after being tackled out of the flames, the action knocking all the air out of her lungs which left her gasping for more though the imminent threat had her draw oxygen rather sparingly. What a fool she was, not even trying to duck or run for another exit once the opportunity presented itself, but there really was no way to outrun him. Heading back to the entrance and actually reaching it was as likely as ice not melting in the summer. It just wasn’t going to happen.

“Ah!” She felt the blade against her neck, cold steel threatening to take her life away and yet her pursuer appeared to be sadistic enough to take his sweet time tormenting her further with psychological terrors the future would bring. Chloe glanced about in panic, looking for something, anything to perhaps bash his skull in with one quick motion, but there was nothing safe for that growing bulge between his legs while her own body had been as stiff as a board. In stark contrast to her general posture, however, her every muscle had been similar to jello, the surreal agitation getting the better of her.

“Let me go, I’m begging you .. Please don’t kill me.” Some part of her figured he probably wouldn’t want her speaking too much even though begging him to stop must’ve been one huge turn one for him, but it was best to persuade him into letting her off easy than take it and die without even trying. Well, there was no telling what he’d do next, but with the blade already stealing over her chest, Chloe didn’t have anything to lose that wasn’t at stake anyway.

“Please, I-I’m not the woman you’re looking for.” She tried looking at him, but in her current state the busty red head didn’t dare moving a muscle. “Lord Adder hired me to impersonate Lady Winthrop. I’m just some nobody they got off the streets! I'm getting paid to be here in her place, I swear it!” If he believed her, killing Chloe wouldn’t amount to anything, not that it’d prevent him from pressing on with his original plans. She doubted he’d bother keeping her alive in the first place, but with her value as a target decreased manifold, certainly it’d be a waste of time to finish off his latest captive after ravaging her body whichever way he pleased. Perhaps he might just grant her a quick death, but at the time she’d hoped to get out of this alive.

“When .. When I arrived he told me he and Winthrop aren’t even together, it’s all just baseless bragging on his part, so he needed someone to look like her in order to pull this off. You won’t get anything for killing me, you’ve got the wrong person. I mean, fucking hell, I didn’t even know she had a brother!” Given how the two laid on the ground together, he would feel her trembling in fear, those delicate hands clenched into fists while Chloe fought back the tears though her eyes gleamed beneath a gossamer film of moisture by now. “I don’t want to die, please .. Anything, I’ll do anything!”

“Eh?” He seemed confused then a moment later he grinned yet again. The blade of that dagger rising up to her throat so she could feel that cold steel pressing against her with enough pressure to nick her delicate flesh a little.

It had seemed that a moment, just a moment, of clarity hit those crazed features but then there was that deranged look again.

“Then I'll have to kill you to keep up the element of surprise,” finished with a grin he seemed to delight in her fear as a hand settled upon one of her breasts taring at the beautiful garment until it tore and he had his hand placed over it's fullness.

“And how much did they hire you for? I am merely curious.” He brought his mouth against her neck suckling against it. Whether he expected an answer or not, his mouth mere inches away from the very blade pressed to her throat.

He had seemed to be using that time to think. “I suppose you could be lying too but the Lady wouldn't use fuck. Even out of duress … hmm ...”

Half drawing off her the hand that had been roughly fondling a breast grabbed her at the back of the head none to gently drawing her up into a sitting position. His eyes glaring into her own though deranged she could see that there was an intelligence behind them. There was a mask, as temporary as it were, that he could wear too so there was some hop that he wasn't just some senseless beast.

“Perhaps you can just disappear for a bit but I'm a gambling man. After all it takes balls to make a move with this many wizards around, don't you think? If you are any good I'll maroon you someplace. If not, well not much difference between marooning and deposing, catch my drift?”

“Auughh!” Chloe hadn’t expected to be cut just then, less even that he spoke of killing her while nicking her flesh. “Don’t do it, please! Please let me live! I’m begging you, I don’t want to die!” She nearly panicked at the thought he might have continued cutting her up without warning, tears streaming down her meanwhile crimson hued cheeks at the light laceration he brought to her peachy skin. ”I want to go home, please, I-I want to live. Please, we .. we can work this out without spilling any more blood tonight.” One drop was more than enough as it was running along the vein of her neck, forming a dimly gleaming line of red in the face of the magical flame nearby.

Answering him had been made difficult by the pure onrush of fear and disgust Chloe felt by the time he brought his mouth to her neck, that blade not too far and yet the voluptuous red head made no attempt to jam it into his skull. Her dress wound up torn, exposing the ample treasure of her chest in the form of large, remarkably soft breasts one could take a hold of with their whole hand and still not be able to cover the entire orb. She whimpered softly at the sensation washing over her, pressing her own lips shut in an attempt not to scream or cry hopelessly, but ultimately the woman thought it best to talk. “Four times the usual rate. I-I’m escorting and sleeping with men for money, so four nights worth of pay for one night of work didn’t sound like too much to ask for the job.”

She swallowed hard at that, the blade near her gullet reminding her just how swift her untimely death could be. “It’s really not that much for Lord Adder, I’m guessing, but it’d help my savings a great deal.”

Worse even, the pink pebbles of her bosom began to harden beneath the constant cold shudders of discomfort racing over her spine and the cooler air all about them, making her look as though part of her enjoyed the attention when it really wasn’t the case. “Argh!” Suddenly he pulled her off the ground, leaving her to sit before him although Chloe honestly could have cared less about how much he could be reasoned with. She was going to die without playing along and trying to appeal to the more reasonable parts of his mind may very well get her deeper into trouble if the words were chosen rather poorly.

In any case, he had all the power and Chloe was bound to do as he asked. “A-Anything but death, that’s all I’m asking for.” She looked at him with the same uncertainty and raw horror as before, unable to shake the feeling any false move would be her end. Hands clenched into fists, glistening beads streaming from her eyes and collecting near the chin, the young woman merely wanted to get things over with. “You won’t be disappointed with me, I promise. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it. I-If you could just take the blade off me and let me move some, I’ll make it worth your while. I won’t try to run, you have my word.”

Of course, looking at the bulge and her own ruined dress, there was probably just the one way out of this, but even that was better than never taking another breath in this world. “Whatever you ask of me, I’ll do it.”

He tasted blood as he attacked her neck and even felt the tingle of warmth on his hand as he molested that breast. He was a monster, but a reasonable one it seemed. Killing her kept her silence after all though even if she talked he had only needed a few days so it was unlikely to be much help. Giles had yet to decide what path to take with her but relished in the fear that she displayed knowing that it all could be over in an instant if he so chose.

“Not enough if you never get to spend any of it.” He knew nothing about going rates but could relate easy enough. Getting paid four times as much for this job was a big deal after all so whether it was a hundred or a thousand four times as much was pretty substantial.

He stood, grabbing her at the back of her head and shoving her face into his crotch. The blade pressed against the side of her neck and he shook his head. “Don't worry about it. The dagger remains, you know, in the event you mess up or try anything stupid.”

He grinned upon her as he stated this. His hold tight on the locks of auburn hair he held in his left hand, the green flame illuminating him from behind. “Now suck my dick.”

"Ugh .." Shoved right into that bulge with the blade pressing against her neck, Chloe shut her eyes in abhorrence, quivering mildly at the forced nature of what was about to happen. She then gazed upon him, watching the smile that looked all the more menacing with the green flame in the back. There was no hope of just being let go, it seemed.

Scarlet eyes flickered off to the side, skimming across the ground, narrowed in an amalgam of fear, disgust and hatred while giving rise to another set of tears to join the shimmering trail upon her cheeks, but there was no way out of this other than straight through the middle and he’d make sure of that. Never before had anyone forced her to do it, let alone in a life or death situation. She worked with men for a while now, exchanging sexual favors for money, but Giles didn’t even have that much of an interest in what Chloe had on offer and merely wanted to make her suffer before deciding how to deal with her.

She never lost a word while fixating her attention on him once more. Chloe brought her hands up, slow enough not to alarm him yet hopefully quick enough not to bore him with her pace as these delicate digits traced along that trapped shaft, five of them feeling him up while the others freed him by undoing his pants with practiced ease. She could feel the exuberant warmth coming from him, each pulse engorging him to greater stature while the young woman leaned in, careful as to not tear some of her own ruby hair out the way he secured her in his grasp this way and that.

Salivating more out of practice than pure want, the nubile young red head traced over his balls with a light touch while the other hand presented him to her mouth, hot breaths washing over the exposed pole while that fleshy agile tongue reached out and began to coat him in a curtain of saliva. She tasted him from the base to the very crown with each and every deft lick, shuddering in discomfort and yet her objective was clear as his manhood had been graced with the ever recurring affection of her salvia and the cool contrast of her breaths blowing over the damp patches. She moved quick, covering him with diligence to ensure he wouldn’t be uncomfortable when he was finally taken in.

Chloe then moved on to the main course, both shock and terror more than visible within her tear stricken eyes as they cast themselves unto his own before those sensual lithe lush lips nestled against his member in a loving kiss. It was nothing more than the prospect of what Chloe could do when with one fell swoop the blessed warmth and suction of her mouth encased Giles completely. She’d taken him deep, all the way into her throat if need be where the woman remained for a brief moment, getting used to the pulsating girth in her maw. She couldn’t help but whimper at the feel of that blade, wondering if he might slip if it’d feel too good, but there was no point wondering now. Anything he disliked could mean more harm for her.

Proceeding to bob her head back and forth along that rod, Chloe gradually settled into a moderate pace that was getting faster by the second, wanting to get it over quick unless commanded otherwise. From above, one could see the side of her previously exposed ample breast sway back and forth with the forward and backward motion of her upper body. "Mmmph .. Mmf .." She loathed the task at hand, but added a series of tender moans and whimpers to the mix nevertheless, sending pleasant vibrations through the confines of her mouth for him to cherish. With any luck, he would be easy to please.

“Good ...” Fear was a great motivator after all and the look of fresh tears had been pleasing. He had all the power here and felt more alive in this situation. It had not been often that he delved into the realm of sexual escapades seeing that he kept busy either through jobs or training.

She was here, the situation was convenient and as expected she had not been half bad at what she did. She was neither too fast or too slow not rushing into matters and allowing for that brief build up, his cock throbbing in response by the end of it all.

During her attention to him he watched the show of her swaying breasts, groaning as she serviced that warm member. The added moans only made it feel better as the vibrations rushed over him though if she had entertained thoughts on this being quick he had other ideas from the start.

Groaning, he let her work until he was close, not extremely close but to the point where he could feel the build up of that pressure causing him to throb a little quicker. The hand entangled with her hair pulled her head back off of him.

He looked pleased, grinning down at her. That dagger leaving her neck to swirl down her body, the flat of the blade pressing to her skin, sliding over her exposed breast then slicing into it with a paper thin shallow cut. He displayed extraordinary skill and precision or at least it.

The tip of the blade dipped beneath her nipple as if he intended to slice it off though he never did allowing it to bounce free. “Get undress.” He commanded of her releasing his hold on her and taking half a step back to allow her the freedom to do so. When she had finished doing so he had her remain on her knees as he circled about her.

“On all fours,” another command as he moved behind her snatching up her hair again and guiding that stiffness to her back door.

“I'm an ass man.” And he began pressing that engorged member against her puckered rear.

“Ah!” In but one moment to the next, Chloe felt herself torn from the chance to bring him release right then and there. With him feverishly pulsating in her mouth mere seconds before, there wasn’t much left to be done to pleasure him to the point of release, but life wouldn’t make it easy on her that day. She looked up to meet his grin, her own face a wild mix of fear and reluctance to even be in his presence any longer, but that was all the frightened woman could hope to do until he decided he had enough. She hoped he’d have his fill before that happened and let her live for the fact her body was of good use to him.

“Auughh!” She wound up cut again and while the minor laceration barely caused any damage to her soft breast tissue, it was the effect on her mind which made her scream all the more audibly. She expected more out of it, to be harmed to greater degrees, but apparently he took a liking to what was done to him and Chloe didn’t plan on protesting against a minor cut that barely hurt in the first place. If anything, making that cut in the near release state he was in relayed just how much finesse went into his blade wielding skills. She feared he might cut off her nipple, too, as he seemed fond of toying with it one mere moment later, but thankfully he let up on her before going through with it.

“Y-Yes.” Ordered to undress, Chloe was quick albeit quivering in the face of her tormentor while undoing the torn dress about her majestic beauty, letting it drift to the ground as it slid off without any further difficulty though the absence of a bra allowed him to drink in the sight of those hefty jugs before the charm stricken female went on to remove her undergarments. It was easier to do without the knife against her throat and having her hair free for once, but surely that was soon to change. She tossed her panties aside, too, before kneeling as commanded whereupon he came forth to inspect her. No more than a few seconds passed before Chloe found herself ordered on all fours.

“Nngh!” She grit her teeth once her hair had been snatched up, plump breasts swaying invitingly beneath her form with the sudden shock although what disturbed her the most was that vile erection pressing against the seal of her backdoor. Her cheeks were burning up in shame and embarrassment, her heart pounding against her chest like there was no tomorrow. Giles would take her there and there was nothing the ruby haired woman could do about it other than close her eyes in preparation for the forced session to come.

Chloe didn’t beg or plead for him to be gentle, there really was no point to the matter anymore. She was here to endure, to be taken until he happened to be satisfied and departed from the scene without killing her, nothing more. Either way he’d enjoy himself, her own pleasure was secondary at best. Thus far nothing led her to believe she wouldn’t have trouble walking once he was done with her, but that was more due to to his violent and downright sadistic nature rather than being of greater stature than the servant Chloe serviced that day.

She braced for what was to come as good as humanly possible, but would not dare move without command or permission, not that it helped ease the tension any. As much as her entire body hoped to relax, it just couldn’t do it. Giles was going to rape her anally and that thought alone had her hands clench into fists while the remainder of her voluptuous form grew tense from head to toe. Tight as the woman could ever hope to be, he’d have greater trouble actually puncturing the confines of her rear that’d fit him like an extremely narrow glove, but that only assured he’d enjoy himself more with the amount of friction her succulent round ass presented him with.

He was unobstructed in his view of her as she stripped down. Nice and firm breasts greeted his eyes that traced over the redhead. Giles had been pleased with the reactions he had been getting. A trickle of crimson from the cut washed down her breast and he watched it heave up and down with each trembling breath that she took.

There were no pleas, though he could see the hope in her eyes, the pleading there though she was perfectly aware of what was going to happen and that her words were no longer going to persuade him. He assumed that this was something she had been familiar with in her line of work.

Now behind her he seized a shock of her hair. He must have set down that dagger as his hand went to her hip for additional leverage as he tried unsuccessfully to break that puckered seal. As he tried to push in he was only pushing her forward and thus had to seize hold of her to keep her from moving so he could finally press into her.

And she was tight! “Ungh! Fuck that's tight!” Tension made her tight and she provided that friction. For a long moment he had only thrust once into her, collecting himself and doing his best not to spill right away after that incredible blow job.

His hand left her hip giving that rump a slap before his hand rubbed over her. His grasp on her hair released and he had reached around her to press a hand over her breast, it growing wet from the blood that had been on it. That thumb tracing over her nipple before his other hand returned to her hip.

He began moving once more, with little build up in speed as he kept going at a fast pace the only difference in speed had been the acceleration from 0 to 60 so to speak.

He was not huge but not small either, more or less average in what she had been use to. While he had not been trying to deliberately harm her it was apparent that he had no regard if she didn't feel as good as he was simply delighting in the pressures that her body provided.

Groans spilled from his lips with each thrust, muffled only when they sealed about a shoulder where he bit her though not hard enough to brake the skin or a deep mark but hard enough to mark her nonetheless.

Whatever preparations were underway, Chloe didn’t think too much about it. She knew he’d be done with it when he was done and hoped to opt out, even if in thought alone rather than on the carnal realm. Without the blade she might have had a chance to do something, anything, but her body would not budge. She was far too afraid of the consequences to bother. It was only after a struggle against the tightened seal of her backdoor that he found enough leverage to crush her resistance, but when he did the nubile young red head cried out in pain.

“Ahhhhnn! Auughh, Uhhnn!” It hurt like a bitch, both mentally and physically to be taken to such an extent. Giles plunged into her backdoor, tense muscles the likes of which likely surpassed any other orifice he could have claimed for himself wrapping about him akin to taking a slice of heaven itself. She made sure he was lubed nicely for this hence the whole experience was likely far better than whatever reluctance or downright refusal would have earned her. Chloe remained on all fours, trembling in shock and mild pain for while he may not be the largest man her body experienced to date, her clinging insides sure made it feel that way.

It took him a few moments to collect himself, smacking her rear while the grasp on her hair had been relinquished. She let her head drop forward, moisture stricken red eyes staring blankly at the ground while her body fought the urge to collapse out of sheer lack of will to continue from here, but the prospect of a greater punishment had her play along for the moment. Still, when he finally began moving again, Chloe wanted to die for having to endure this was the worst event to face in a lifetime.

Soft sweater puppies swaying encouraging beneath their joined bodies, one of which had been graced by his touch and practically molded itself to the shape of his palm. Such was the grandiose texture of her breasts and despite the circumstances he’d find her nipples rock hard and as sensitive as one would believe a woman of her voluptuous stature to be. She hoped to contain any notion of pleasure, but there was not a shred of doubt those plump kegs of fun had quite the effect on her as the subtle notion of delight came together with her groans and grunts of repulsion. It hardly mattered to him, that much Chloe knew, and the worst expectation one could take away from it all would be that he’d mock her for it.

Stricken with discomfort and disgust, Chloe would have rather lost her sense of hearing than listen to the pleasure of her tormentor flowing straight into her ear drums with him close to her shoulder, the somewhat painful bite of his once more enhancing the idea of how helpless the busty scarlet haired vixen truly was. “Ahhn!” She loathed every second of it even though her body was starting to betray her, pitifully rocking back and forth with every onslaught of those strong hips.

Anything done to her would be faced with nigh unbreakable resolve to live through it for as long as he hadn’t finished her off with that wicked blade, there was always a way back to reality. Shutting these emotions away, dismissing the fact that he plundered her body against her will, all of it had been unbearably challenging, but there was solace to be found in the fact that her face pointed away from his own in that humiliating posture, allowing her to forget at least minor bits of her tormentor in those tension laden moments, but it would not be long before he dumped his essence into her. She would be reminded then what kind of monster took advantage of her, the man whose face would be added to the ones Chloe may never forget.

“Ungh! Ahh!” Screams of mixed pleasure and pain intermingled with her gasps when the raw feverish passion of each thrust sent shocks of delight through her body, faint as they may be, adding insult to injury as the friction alone generated her own delightful sounds. She could feel the tears washing over her cheeks, but paid them no heed, trying her best to think of more pleasant circumstances than what was being done to her right then and there even though her success in doing so was fairly limited.

Not all monsters dwelled in the closet or under the bed, Giles was proof of that. He took a sick pleasure in what he did knowing full well that he was hurting her physically but even that had not seemed to be enough.

He could tell that her body begrudgingly like this. Her arousal evident to him as his fingers moved against that hard nipple. He could taste her skin against his lips even now as she slumped her head forward in shame though it was probably the only thing she could do at that point he wanted to see the pain on her features and tears in her eyes.

Maybe she would make it through all this though all the extra work in relocating her would be a hassle the discovery of her body would make it harder for him too. It was easier moving a living person then a dead one after all. With a little encouragement you could get them to move on their own, not so with a dead one.

Then again he could always off her once relocating her too though it might pay to keep her on ice and torment her at his leisure until his mission was complete. After that she could find her own damn way back.

He groaned out in approval. “You can't deny that you like this too!” He chuckled, his thrusts slowing but each one was deep. He was throbbing and while she had primed him earlier and with the tight confines of her ass to boot it seemed that the end was nigh.

Yet rather then feeling that surge within her he wrenched free. The hand that had been on her hip grabbed her hair jerking her head back. “Oh, we're not finished yet bitch.”

He chuckled darkly before shoving the back of her head away. Seizing her hips he quickly shifted the voluptuous woman to her back so that he could look upon her. A grin etched on his features, a dab of pre at the tip of his shaft leaked down it indicating how close he had been. It was time for a brief break it seemed as his index finger set upon a nipple, circled it and flowed down from their. When he reached her clit he circled it before that finger went lower over the very slit of her body.

“How many men have left a deposit here I wonder? Twenty, thirty, too many I bet.” Another grin. “It does have benefits though that your ass does not.” contrary to those earlier thrusts he dipped that finger into her to the first knuckle, slowly doing so and barely inside her feeling how nice and tight it was, a surprise to him at such a discovery.

“Seems that your even tighter here.”

Shame raced over her in ways beyond anything Chloe recalled experiencing in a lifetime for not even picking up the craft of bedding strangers for money compared to the sensation of her body enjoying the attention he gave unto her. Shattering her innermost sense of dignity, he’d taken her body and mind under control with force. There was no measure of delight the buxom red head wanted from him, whether physically or otherwise, yet it was there, encouraging further tears to stream along her scarlet painted cheeks as he called her out on it. She couldn’t care less about what he did to her after filling her with his release. As long as Giles didn’t finish her off, there could be nothing worse than this.

So long, so deep, her mouth unable to silence itself with the pleasure his every thrust tore from her being, enhancing the scene with her reluctant albeit bliss filled moans and gasps. She could feel it, how close he was, finally marking an end to her torment, but not even that was meant to be. “Nngh- Ahh!” In a moment of sheer surprise he’d pulled out, her head jolting back with a pained shout as he tugged on it like the reins of a horse, terror filled red eyes flickering back at him.

She wound up on her back now, those jiggling majestic mound ripe for the taking while the treasured and soaked slit of her body hinted at the pleasures to be found at the front of his captive. Crimson eyes honed in on that leaking shaft, then his own, relaying the raw horror he’d caused her to endure with every moment of her existence. She hoped to look away, eyelids shutting at the revolting sight of her sadistic captor, trying to make him disappear at least for a moment. Sadly he wouldn’t have any of it, feeling the silken smooth texture of her skin as he first explored her hard, throbbing nipple, then traced further down to set out onto her swollen pleasure button.

Chloe barely managed to stifle the sounds of excitement escaping her lungs, shuddering at the pleasure of being felt up while the same sensation battled the vile feel of knowing it was him who caused it. She tensed up, those deliciously thick inner thighs twitching in reluctance. It was obvious they’d hoped to close, to keep her flower from being exposed, but at the same time the girl knew how dangerous it could be to cross him, no matter what he did. Fingertips scraped along the floor as they attempted to dig into it, the feel of him actually pushing into her drooling cunt more than enough to make her panic.

“Please ..” She was just that tight. The very instant he’d punctured her depths they clamped down on him with the force of a clenched fist. One would be hard pressed to find that much of a difference between her formidable backdoor and the orifice he sampled right then. She knew it was rather pointless, that bringing any more attention to it would be a mistake, but with how tight that virgin pussy had been without even knowing the precious treat he had in front of him, Chloe had to do something. She even considered the blade, but didn’t turn her eyes to look at it when they were fixated on him for her life was more precious than keeping her virginity intact. Tear stricken eyes gazed deeply into his, hoping to persuade him into taking her elsewhere. “Please cum in my ass .. or my mouth, on me if you want. Anywhere you want but there.”