Ephedrina lies on the floor, soaked in her own cold fear-sweat. Her heart is racing. All she can tell herself is "don't panic, don't panic" as the panic washes over her.

 

And yet... and yet... the space between her thighs is soaking wet. She feels terror and helplessness, and this is how her body responds?

 

What will they do to her?

 

 

She finds out soon enough. They not so much fuck her as use her body as sleeves for their cocks, slamming into her as hard and as deep as they can. Even if Ephedrina wanted to, there's no way she can attempt to participate and reciprocate. All she can do is hang on, moan and scream (muffled though her screams are by the cock down her throat), and wait for them to finish.

 

 

For a brief moment she thinks they're done, but no they are start over again.

 

It's a blur of sensations - smells, pains, aches, touch, and pleasure too. Ephedrina climaxes several times somehow as she writhes and squirms.

 

 

One of the men keeps restricting her breath intake as part of his enjoyment, especially as she's climaxing. It does make the orgasms more intense. Eventually, however, she passes out from the combination of exhaustion and oxygen deprivation.

 

 

"Ah, you're conscious again." He's leering at her. Ephedrina gets the sense the man has been staring at her dirty cum-drenched body as she lay splayed unconsciously on the floor. Now that she's awake, he's immediately ready for another round.

 

She's sore and tender, but it doesn't stop him. Nor does it stop her from, eventually, reaching another painful orgasm.

 

 

"That was your reward for bringing your cunt to us. Very thoughtful. But you were naughty too... so now it's time for your punishment."

 

* Click *

 

* Click *

 

* Click *

 

Ephedrina lies whimpering on the rough wooden floor. She doesn't resist as he shackles her up in a number of tight iron bands (padded, thankfully), then proceeds to whip her.

 

Each strike burns. Her cries and yelps seem to please him.

 

"Oh you like that, bitch?"

 

No. But they both know that doesn't matter.

 

 

"My little whore-cunt. My little pain-bitch. I will beat you until you love me, do you understand?"

 

Ephedrina nods and whimpers.

 

"The boys are happy to have someone to empty their balls for them. We'll keep you here forever, my little cunt-slave, do you understand?"

 

He is whipping her as he speaks, punctuating his words with merciless strikes.

 

"You don't have a name anymore, you're the nameless whore-cunt. You will eat our cum and drink our piss and that's how you'll live, you understand?"

 

She nods almost imperceptibly. In shock.

 

Satisfied he grins and - finally, to her relief - stops hitting her.

 

 

"Your nipples and cunt are already pierced, huh? I guess we aren't doing anything you're not used to."

 

This is not true, of course. She's never been treated this brutally before, by Gascayn or even by the bandits who captured and sold her as a slave. In this very moment Ephedrina is acting purely from submissive instinct, squirming and whining and begging and hoping to be let go, hoping that the pain and humiliation will stop.

 

 

Finally her tormentor decides to take a break - to eat, to drink, and to piss (not on her, as he'd otherwise implied).

 

It takes Ephedrina a few moments to regain the use of her intellect, to be able to consciously register what her senses tell her other than being overloaded from an ecstatic mixture of pain, pleasure, and fear.

 

An indeterminate amount of time passes. She can hear flies buzzing in the air, and her captors carrying on in different parts of the building.

 

No one is watching her... they aren't, are they? No, they're not.

 

She makes a run for it...

 

 

... and escapes.

 

Outside, mist still wreaths the land as day has turned to evening. Behind her, she can hear the men yelling and searching. They know she's run off and are beginning the pursuit.

 

Ephedrina is naked, bound, and afraid. What should she do? What can she do? She doesn't even know which way is which. She'll have to keep running, but where will she end up?