The Circle: Abduction. - Sex Stories

The Circle: Abduction.

... seen the horror in my eyes, and a look of sadness for me flickered in hers. Then she grimaced angrily as the sensations of forced sex suddenly washed over her. I saw her body convulse and I realized she had orgasmed under his skilled, if brutal attack. In that moment, I thought it was over. Then Marco, his throbbing penis, still impaling her deeply, pull a cord from somewhere unseen and wrapped it tightly around her slender and delicate throat. Abject terror gripped my heart and a fateful understanding dawned on us all as he began to strangle Layla. All the while, his organ continued its plunging pillage of her body. I cannot express how sickening it was to see, and as her fight slowly failed, her ruby lips turned dark purple. The white, colorless cord stood out clearly on her dark skin and I could see how deeply it bit. Her body convulsed again as deaths grip began to close over her. It took longer for her to die than I would have expected. As her body jerked and twitched and the light of her life waned, he groaned and flooded her dying flesh with living sperm. Then he tightened his grip farther and jerked her neck hard. There was an audible snap and then, in that instant, it was over. Afterward, it was quiet on that deck. If there were others onboard, and there must have been, they paid no attention at all to what had just transpired. All that remained was the slow roll of the sea and the gentle breeze of the ocean air. Covered in sweat and his dangling, now semi-flaccid ...

... penis hanging from his loins, Marco rose over this thing that had once been a living girl. "Did you see how she met her Moment?" he asked with reverence. "She proved her life worthy and passed giving me a pleasure I will forever cherish. This is the right of all slaves. The right to face our fate at a time of our choosing. To face it with such strength as she did..." he paused and gazed at her broken body with something I could only call respect. Then he continued in softer tones. "You three, too, can gain from her sacrifice," he said to us. How you learn to accept your fate is up to you, but no matter how you believe you can hide it, the Masters will draw their pleasure from you. Even if it's only by ending your lives. What you make of the life you are given and how well you meet your death are the only choices you will ever be able to make." I must have fainted after that. I awoke not in my cell, but in a large and comfortable bed centered in a beautiful suite. I must have moaned, for Circe, who was sitting calmly in a ornate wooden chair, glanced up from a book and smiled sadly at me. "Good, You are awake." The sudden change in my surroundings was confusing to me, yet I couldn't help but find a measure of comfort in it. Gone was the terror I felt. In its place was a sadness that weighed heavily on my soul. I was too exhausted to express what rage I felt and I gazed at Circe with a feeling more of contempt than fear. "Why did he do that? I asked. "What kind of monster does ...