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Girl and the Dark Castle - chapter 18
Date: 1/18/2024, Categories: Fantasy Author: Wanderwolf
Chapter 18 - Which Toy Her mind was slow as Sam walked her along the corridor. Her body was used and tired. She just wanted to lay down and fall asleep. He abused her. She did not know what to think of that. Her mind was divided. How could he do that to her? She was nothing more than a fucktoy to him. What someone would call a hate fuck, but thinking about how hot and horny it made her. She came over and over. What was she thinking? Her thoughts cut off as Sam knocked on the door in front of them. The large wooden doors opened and one of the two men who she gave fellatio to was standing there. She could not remember which one, but it did not matter much. “Sir, I was told to bring her to you. I have orders to pick her up in three hours,” Sam said in a low hush tone. “Thank you Sam for bringing her to my door. I will look after her until you come back,” he replied in a smooth voice. He then turned to her and continued, "Come in little one. Let’s see what trouble we can get into.” His arm motioned for her to enter. She did slowly on her weaker legs. The room was well lit. Warm tones of wood covered the wall and ceiling. There were all kinds of different structures throughout the room. These were wood and metal and she just knew she was going to be tied to one or all of them. “Let’s start her little one,” he said as he put her into the middle of the room. Standing behind her, he removed her robe. He lifted her right arm up over her head and put her wrist ...
... into the leather cuff. His fingertips then followed her arm down to her body and along her breast. He walked around to her, facing her now. His hand tracing alone her belly up her other side. His hand stopped at her face. “I see you came already for me. Dressed up in your best and your makeup all done,” he said sarcastically. He took a step back and slapped her tits with his big paw of a hand. As her body jumped in pain he took her other arm and raised it. Fitting it in the other cuff. He stepped back again and looked at her again. “They bring me your broken body. Just look at how your body struggles to stand.” His hand went back to her face. “Your once pretty makeup is all messed up. It makes you look like a raccoon. Are you a little trash panda,” he questioned with a look of disgust on his face. She shook her head no. “Then why do you look like this?” His hand moved to her hair. Feeling the dried cum in it. “Is this from when you gave me a blowjob earlier? Did you not clean yourself? What a dirty trash panda you are.” She tried to answer but he kept talking over her. Finally, she was able to tell him no, but that did not go over well. His hand came down on first her left tit and then her right one. The pain was intense. He walked around her exposed form. As he got behind her, he said, “Open.” Her mouth opened wide. He pushed in a ring gag and tied it tight around her head. She could hear his footsteps walk away to the back of the room. She was left standing there ...