The Heroine's Demise: Book One,
by Someone Else

Deep within the Draugr infested crypt the heroine began to wonder if finding the Golden Claw was really worth it. It seemed like she had been searching this old crypt for hours and nothing had given her any clue as to the claws where abouts.

It was hard to see anything down here in the gloom and movement was difficult as a low but thick mist seemed to have formed completely covering the ground around her. On top of that her torch seemed to be going out as the flame spluttered and shrank.

She was about to turn back when her foot caught on something. Thinking it was probably a root or some other plant life she gave it a hefty tug pulling it free. It was then she realized that her other foot was now stuck.

Lowering her torch and wafting away some of the mist she gasped in horror as she realized that her foot was not caught in a root at all, but instead it was firmly grasped by what looked like a Draugr hand rising from the floor.

As more of the mist cleared she could see she was surrounded by a sea of similar hands rising from the floor. There didn't seem to be a single patch of ground that the hands did not rise from.

Panicked by the sight, she decided the only course of action was to run for it and hope she made it to safer ground. In hind sight, it was a foolish idea. She managed to cover less than 2 steps before she tripped sending herself tumbling to the ground.

She struggled to get back to her feet, but a multitude of Draugr hands had already latched on to her pulling her back to the ground.

Hands gripped her wrists and arms pulling them tight above her head. Other hands gripped her ankles and legs firmly pinning them to the ground. More still held on to her hips whilst others pulled at her hair. She struggled, squirming and twisting to try and loosen their grip, but it was no use she wasn't going anywhere.

Lying on her back she desperately tried to think of a way to escape but her train of thought was derailed as she felt the straps of her armor being pulled loose. 

The hands seemed to know exactly what they were doing and she gasped in shock as the top part of her armor was quickly discarded exposing her breasts to the cold tomb air. 

This was not happening, she told herself as she squirmed and twisted as best she could making her breasts heave and wobble. This movement seemed to attract the interest of the hands holding her hips and they began to slide up her body raking their nails over her body as they went.

She instinctually knew what they were after, her back arching as the hands reached her ribcage as she tried to move her breasts as far away from the hands as possible. Undeterred the hands continued to move up her chest until they reached their target and closed around her breasts causing her to gasp in shock again.

The hands squeezed and played with their new toys before applying special attention to her nipples which they clawed at with their nails forcing them to go hard and erect before cruelly twisting them between forefinger and thumb.

The heroine cried out at the sensation as the hands tormented her breasts but she soon had other things to worry about. The hands had been busy undoing the last of her armor and it was, together with her underwear, quickly torn from her body leaving her completely naked.

"No!" She cried out, "Please, no!" but it was too late. There was nothing she could do as the hands explored her body. 

The heroine let out a surprised yelp as the hands moved between her legs probing her sensitive area. Her hips bucked slightly and she let out a stifled moan as a finger found her clit and began to rub it.

She couldn't believe it, the hands were roaming everywhere and there was nothing she could do about it and the most worrying thing was that the hands seemed to know exactly where to touch her, she was starting to enjoy it.