Night In The Fortress

A dark night... an old, lonely, abandoned fort. A full moon sitting high in the sky, its pale light covering the structure, barely filtering through the dozens of gaping holes which expose the guts of the ancient building to the open air. They had taken to using this place for the night, to provide cover from whatever nature had to offer as they waited for another fellow, who wished to join their misfit band in battle against a mad noble, Hell bent on killing them. All was silent... most of those within had already gone to sleep, while two mounted men silently take up guarding duty, watching for and awaiting any sign of another bandit attack.

In one of the hallways, away from the sleeping others, two sets of boots are heard, one is softer, belonging to most likely a woman while the other is heavier, obviously belonging to a man. A few whimpers follow, and a few grunts of effort come after them. A small, dull torch lights the way into a small room, where the two sets of boots head... and when they stop, the creak of an old, ancient door follows, closing behind them, sealing the room to the outside world.


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With a yelp, the small girl is shoved into an ice cold rock wall, chest first. Quickly placing the torch in a rusted brass holder, he presses his left hand into her back, pinning her down before she has a chance to peel herself away. His right grabs hold of the small leather belt that is a few sizes too big for her and hangs at an angle, right side at her waist, the left hanging down around her small hip. With another yelp from her, he rips it away from her and drops it onto the ground.

Without missing a beat, he moves his hand back to her body and slips it up, under her short dress, his palm finding its way to her little read end. Placing it firmly on her right cheek, he gives it several good, hard squeezes, being rough as he fondles half of her panty clad ass. She squeals softly with every squeeze he gives her, perhaps showing that she enjoys it...

"My, what a firm little ass you have, Florina. It's amazing, really, considering that you spend so many hours of the day just sitting upon the back of a Pegasus."

He comments, just to see how she's respond to his praise of her backside. But, the only response he from the small girl is a slight whimper as her tiny frame begins to tremble. She's so very scared, too scared to control herself... if she hadn't of gone a short while ago, she may have very well wet herself.

"What a rude little thing you are, Florina. When a man compliments you on your body, you should show some appreciation!"

He says with a slightly raised tone as he pulls his hand from her ass, only to bring it down upon it, slapping her across her cheeks with his open palm. She cries out in shock, her eyes going wide with the fact that he struck her. She trembles even more, her whimpering growing louder with every moment that passes, her fear increasing several fold. She wonders if he'll do it again... and is answered when he slaps her ass once more, and then again, again... over and over!

With each slap, she yelps in shock and fear, the whimpering getting ever louder. Her little knees want to buckle and give out, making her collapse... maybe that'll end the assault, or maybe just make it worse? A steady stream of tears begins to flow from her little eyes, she can't help but wonder how much worse this will get before it's all over. And, what will he do with her after he's used her? Would he let her lives, or would he just kill her?

Suddenly, however, his assault on her ends... the only noise that fills the room is her own sobbing and whimpering. Part of her fears that the worst is about to come, especially when he leans in close to her, to the point where she can feel his warm breath on her cheek. He pauses for a moment, to let her mind wander to what could come next, just to instill a little more fear.

"Now, dear Florina, are you going to say 'thank you', or will I have to keep punishing you? It's your choice, really... I don't wish to keep harming you, but if you make me, then I simply won't have any other option."

He asks in a surprisingly gentle tone of voice, lips so very close to her ear. Despite this sudden showing of tenderness, his hand has already been pulled back, ready to strike her again at a moments notice. She sniffles and trembles, shuddering at his being so close to her. She can smell him, she can feel him pressing against her.

She's just so helpless, so trapped by him. She's so very scared, it's so hard for her to even consider speaking. But she has to, she just has to see if it would work.

"... P-p-please, Mark... just... just l-let me... go..."

Florina finally manages to whisper softly, her tone that of begging, pleading. She wants to believe that there's a shred of Humanity in him, a even the smallest shred of kindness. He seemed like such a nice man, very much like the others in the group; she was even assured that he wouldn't hurt her, that he wanted to be her friend. That's why she wasn't on guard, that's why she went to sleep... that's why she found herself being dragged into the womb of this building, fearing what's becoming reality.

She can hear him sigh, she shivers as he exhales. He's so disappointed in her, and for a moment he considers striking her once more. But he doesn't, he just leans into her with more force, making her yelp loudly; she can feel something hard pressing against her little ass... it feels like a large lump in his pants.

"So, the shy little girl finally decides to speak, but it's not what I wanted to hear! I told you to thank me for the compliment, and you didn't even do that right?! I ave you a chance, but now I'm just going to have to punish you for being a bad girl, and it shall be even less enjoyable for than what I was doing before."

She takes a deep breath, expecting another swift, vicious blow... but it doesn't come. Instead, she feels a palm pressing against her bottom, only this time, she can feel his fingers grab a hold of her dress. To her horror he pushes it upward, his palm dragging along her panties, revealing them to the cool night air; her cheeks flush to a deep shade of red within mere moments of the fact.

His left hand moves down her back and then to the left, finally taking hold of her small hip. He takes a few steps back, all the while pulling her backwards, peeling her off the wall slowly. After a short distance he stops moving, leaving her slightly bend over, her breasts squished into the wall, her small rear end thrusted toward him.

"Please, don't..."

She begs in a tiny voice, but he pays her no mind while he pushes her dress up further, bunching the fabric around her waist. Licking his lips slightly, he grabs hold of her little panties and with one swift, suddenly pull, he rips them away from her body. She gasps in horror and shame, knowing full well that her puckered little anus and pussy are now uncovered, on full display for his viewing pleasure. She whimpers and whines rather loudly, body shaking... she can feel his eyes on her, looking at her most intimate of areas.

Her little eyes close tightly, eye lids clamping shut, trying to contain her tears as his hand slips between her small legs, fingers moving to her little slit. She has so little pubic hair it seems, so his fingers meet little resistance as it comes close to her lips. Upon making contact, her eyes snap open, as wide as they can possible go as she moans loudly.

To his great surprise he can feel that she's wet; it's more like she's soaked. Smirking because of this little revelation, Mark removes his fingers from her damp little orifice, then single handedly undoes his belt. As his pants to puddle around his ankles, his stiff, throbbing manhood is finally freed from its captivity. Then, he moves forward slightly as his hand grasps her other hip, making sure to hold her in place despite the fact that she's literally made no attempts to actually get away while he was fiddling with his pants.

Or any other time, for that matter... which simply leads him to believe that this was all an act, a ruse to get him to "force" her into this. She could be a raging little slut that simply likes rape play, and he fell right into her cute and innocent little trap. But, at the moment, he's beyond caring about her motives; his dick is begging for pussy, and pussy it shall have!

Whimpering softly, little Florina tries to brace herself as the head of his cock hits her small leg. He grumbles about the limited light and how it's making it hard for him to properly place his shaft... but, it's just a ruse. He wants to make her squirm, and she really does begin to do so as he slowly drags the head up, along her smooth, tender skin. Her nails scrap against the ancient wall as it moves, trying to hold back the small noises she's making, trying to keep herself from seeming like she wants it.

He takes great pleasure it torturing her in such a way, but even so, he himself is becoming rather impatient, he really does want to bury himself inside of this little bitches pussy. Finally, after a few moments longer, he comes to her little lips, and rubs it against her, making her squirm about, to the point where one can say she's thrashing. SHe desperately tries to not moan, she doesn't want him to think that she's enjoying herself, but of course he already knows that she is, even if she doesn't want to admit it for whatever reason she seems to have.

Suddenly, he takes a tight grip of her little hips and, much to her shock, he ceases his rubbing, only to push forward and impale her on his shaft. Her back arches and her mouth opens in a silent little scream, nails digging to the point where they could break into the wall as he pushes deeper, opening her hot, tight, wet tunnel. Her entire body shakes as he groans, she's just so incredibly tight; it's hard for him to even push himself inside, and it's hard for her to not scream while being split in two.

"Oh dear, sweet Elimine, you're so tight. About the tightest little thing I've ever had the pleasure of being balls deep inside."

He mumbles softly as he bottoms out inside of her, balls pressing against one of her little thighs. He takes a few, long moments to enjoy the feel of her hot, tight, utterly soaked little pussy walls compressing his shaft, as if trying to force him out of her, or maybe to keep him inside of her.



Then, suddenly, he pulls himself out of her, only to slam himself back inside hard, causing her to give a muffled scream. He then pulls himself out again, only to ram himself back in, causing her to give another muffled scream.

Again and again he does so, and every time, she barely contains her screams he starts to pound her, moving faster, putting more force into it. Soon, he's fucking her for everything she's worth, like some cheap little whore, his balls slapping into her thighs, the sounds of her ass hitting his legs grow louder and louder with each thrust.

Finally, she can't take it anymore, she just can't hold back. With every thrust he issues, she screams and moans, her nails trying to dig into the hard wall before her, hating herself for it.