by Nicola Diaz
The painting was beautifully crafted, in hues of gray and black. He had played up my features with accuracy, and all of my curves were outlined with charcoal. He had created an amazing image of the harness, and his brushstrokes seemed to dance along the outlines of the room in the painting. My face, though, appeared frightened, and that bothered me. I didn’t know that my real feelings had been conveyed in the painting, and I asked Monty if he liked it. He smiled, as if to convey that mine was a silly question.
Monty said that that was the entire purpose, to make me feel as though I were being controlled. I thought about it for a minute and couldn’t decide whether I liked that. Yes, it was exciting to be controlled, but there was a piece of me that wanted to have my freedom back. I knew that I needed to make decision. I started at the painting and then waited for some sort of divine intervention. The room was silent, and the candles continued to burn. I looked at Monty and then climbed back into my suspension. He smiled and then blew out the candles, one by one.
THE END
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Ambush Me! (A BDSM Dark Fantasy Story)
Chapter1
“Laura McAlister, you are hereby charged with treason. You will have to come with us!” The guard spoke in a deep monotone, and I don’t even look back. I try instead to muster up a look of fear, so that are not privy to my motives. Then I turn around and face the six men who have come to take me away.
“Are you not even going to defend yourself?” another guard asks me, slapping me before I can answer. I can think of nothing to say, and as they drag me away, I am glad that they cannot see the inside of my pussy, which is warming up quite quickly, and starting to beat with the fervor of a tribal drum. I can only hope that they don’t take me straight to the guillotine, thinking that maybe, just maybe, I pushed the treason allegations leveled against me too far. It is too late now, and as they drag me through the midnight towards the castle, I start to feel the fear well up inside me like a rain-filled well.
“Where did you find her?” the prince asks, looking at me directly. I hear them say something about my brother’s house, and something about me not even trying to hide from them. Prince Duncan smirks, and then he walks over to where two guards flank me, holding my wrists tightly, as though they expect me to make some sort of attempt to escape. “Take her to the base…get her ready. I’ll see you tomorrow, after my sitting with the king…and be careful with her…I want to enjoy this one!” He holds my face firmly between his fingers, and then he breathes in the smell of my hair. He licks the side of my face, almost as though he was tasting me, and then he watches them take me away.
We arrive at their secluded base about two hours later. It is that time of the morning that is leaning towards sunrise, and I know that I should be sleeping. But I am alert, as are the guards who have captured me. There are another dozen guards, also wide awake when we arrive. They drag me through the front courtyard, and then finally let go of my hands. I look up at the moon, thinking that it is watching over me, thinking that it is mocking me. I cannot think of this mockery right now, my focus on what is about to happen to me. My cunt warms again at the thought, although I am still not sure what this is.
The guard standing in front of me is tall, so tall that my head barely reaches his chest. He looks around at the other guards, and then starts laughing loudly. He sends a hand underneath my dress, and gives my thigh a firm squeeze. His hand is rough, and I feel the coldness of the air creep up my legs along with the darkness. My eyes have made their adjustments to the darkness though, thanks to the fires that are burning nearby, and I can see all of the men who are now looking with interest at me.
The fingers on my leg creep up my thigh quickly, and in an instant, land on my pussy. I dig into the earth with my feet, the resolve on my face fading fast, so that I wish that I could turn back time. But denying the charges that have been brought against me now will be in vain, because all of these men are hungry for just one thing. I brace myself against the threatening fingers moving over my pussy with excitement now, and I wait, anticipating an invasion at any moment. But then he just moves his hand from under my skirt and puts the fingers to his nose, and then, after sniffing them, places them in his mouth.
He takes a dagger out of his belt, and the fear inside me starts to well up again. I remember the prince’s words though, and I know therefore that he will not plant this in my heart, not yet at least. I watch as he uses the blade to untie my dress in the front, and as my garment falls to the ground, I watch it gather at my feet. I lift my hands to cover my breasts, leaving my pussy exposed. Quickly, I use one hand to cover up my punani, drawing my forearm over both my breasts. I don’t stay covered for long though, two guards immediately taking hold of my arms and pulling them away from my body.
Wolf-whistles sound into the night sky as I am turned around for all to see. The men come in closer, for a better look, and from their eyes, and the way they seem to almost salivate, I can tell that they approve. I know now what is in store for me, but still, just how bad it is going to get, I have no idea. A few of them bring their faces down between my legs, and they sniff, sticking their noses deep in the soft curls that blanket my femininity. A moment later one of them takes a lick, and then he sucks hard on my clit. My breasts move high on my chest as I breathe in deeply, loving and hating this all at the same time.
I start to wonder what preparing me for the prince will entail. I don’t have to wait too long to find out though, because after the guard has licked my cunt aggressively for another moment, he pulls his face away, and swiftly inserts a finger so deep inside me that I choke. He looks around him, moving his finger around me insistently, in and out, all the way in and then partially out again. The other men a laughing loudly again, rubbing their erections that are straining against the inside of their trousers now.
Chapter 2
Two thick fingers are suddenly inside me, and I look down to where these fingers are moving inside me with renewed eagerness. I cannot control my cunt now, since it is entirely in the hands of these men. I would’ve assumed the prince would want to be the first to enter me, but obviously he doesn’t mind having me after his guards, because before too long, all of them have taken off their trousers, and they are pulling on their cocks while the man fingering me adds a third.
The stretch is uncomfortable. I breathe through my nose, just to keep the sternness on my face. This is impossible though, with the three fingers digging into my tight pussy as though they were trying to find a lost diamond. The guards holding my hands bend suddenly and lift me out of my dress, bunched around my ankles. The fingers in my pussy are suddenly gone, and I am being carried inside. I look around at the men picking up their trousers, and following us inside the main building. After descending many stairs we are in the belly of the building, and the large doors that we just came through close with a massive thud!
The room is dark, with fading oil lamps against the wall. Then they resurrect these flames, and the room is suddenly lit brightly. There are a few barrels lining the one wall, when a few of the guards go over to these, armed with pitchers, I know that they contain ale. This is going to be a very long night, and day, I think, because these men are determined to get very drunk. I look around at the men in this room, about thirty of them now, and I realize that this must be the prince’s torture battalion. They are obviously here to do one job and one job only.
Something in the center of the room catches my attention, and it looks as intimidating as it does exciting. They secure me to it, my legs parted, my hands pulled away from my body. They have uncompromised access to my pussy now, and again my cunt heats up. The thought of these men with their filthy hands all over me sends a fire into me, a fire that will only be quenc
hed by their hands, and their cocks. But I wonder, briefly, if I will be able to handle all thirty of them. I think not, at least not in quick succession. Will they show any consideration for me though? Somehow, I think not!
The guard who disrobed me comes up to me, sipping from a large pitcher. He pulls my hair so hard that my face looks upwards towards the ceiling. Then he holds the pitcher above my mouth, and he pours the ale directly on my mouth. I think of not drinking it but I think that I should, just to take the edge off. I choke on it after swallowing a few huge gulps, and then he lets go of my hair. I cough up the ale in my throat, and then heave, trying to get the air back into my lungs. Again the tall man is holding my hair, pulling my head back, and again he is pouring ale down my throat. Then he is licking the ale off the side of my face. He kisses me, sticking his tongue so deep in my mouth that I choke on it too. Then he licks my lips, and turns to hand his pitcher to another guard for a refill.
His pitcher returned, he gets down on his knees in front of me. His cock is throbbing, aching to be planted inside me. I know this because it has a long blue vein on the underside of it, and this vein is pulsating like a heartbeat. His dick is huge too, reaching well passed his naval, a rock-solid scepter that will do considerable damage to my tiny pussy. I know this. But strangely, I want this. I wish that he would just fuck me already, and put me out of this agony. Instead though, he pours ale into the curls covering my pussy and proceeds to like it dry. He seems determined to drink from me, and that is, in essence, exactly what he does.
Then he stands up beside me, and I am again taken aback by how tall he is. He pours ale all over my breasts, and then licks it off hard. He bites on my nipples, and I scream, unable to hold myself back. It hurts, and it is very uncomfortable. He bites into my nipples again, and then bites so hard into the flesh of my breast that I think he might just pull it completely off my chest. Then he moves on to the other breast, biting hard into this flesh too, pulling his teeth along the surface of my tit until he reaches my nipple, settling his teeth into the tiny bud.
After pouring more ale into my mouth, he pours it over my breasts again, licking it off. It trickles down my belly, into my belly-button, and settling in my pubic hairs. He licks from my cunt all the way up my belly, settling briefly on my breasts and then up my neck. Again he is kissing me, shoving his thick, hot tongue deep into my mouth, settling it down my throat. I cannot breathe, and he doesn’t care. He just keeps his tongue lodged deep inside my mouth until I feel like I might pass out.
Suddenly he removes his tongue from my mouth, without removing his lips from over mine. His mouth tastes like ale and meat, and something that I can’t make out, something bittersweet, like wood, but not. When he finally removes his mouth from mine, I am in a sort of daze, having to shake my head so that I can see what is happening around me again. I am not sure if it is because of my recent suffocation, or perhaps the ale, but I am suddenly very lightheaded. I am somehow grateful for this.
He points his dick at me, rubbing the tip of it against my clit hard. If I could move, I would lift myself onto it, but this is not possible. I just have to wait, I tell myself. One of these men will be fucking me soon enough. One of them will feed this hunger that has been building inside me since my arrest. He bends his knees and threatens to impale me with his cock, separating my cunt-lips with his massive head, almost entering me. But then he stops, pulling himself away, laughing loudly again. His laughter seems to be a cue for the audience, because soon enough, they are roaring with laughter too.
This guard summons a few other men to him, to join him in taunting me. They are speaking to me but I really cannot make out what they are saying. Some of them probably want to know if I regret my actions, but I am not sure. There is something that I cannot make out in one of these men’s hands, and I am suddenly very anxious. When this guard comes close to me, he shoves this tool in my mouth. It is a projectile, shaped remarkably like a penis. It has studs on its shaft though, and although it is not extraordinarily long, it is very thick. My mouth stretches around it, and I can make out that it is made of a rubber-like material.
He pulls this tool from my mouth, and he runs it between my breasts. It is so thick that it has to squeeze between these mounds, and I start to feel the pain of this entry in my cunt before it has even threatened to enter me. However, it quickly goes down to my cunt, and I know that he is going to try to insert this tool into me. I breathe deep, and then I hold my breathe. He runs the tip of this tool against my clit, and then across my slit. He places it between my lips, and pushes hard against my entrance.
I shake my legs, trying to move out of the way of this piece of equipment. I cannot through, and soon it is parting my pussy so much that it is going inside me, despite all my resistance. I look up at the ceiling, not wanting to see this invasion, and I look directly at the tall guard. He has a smile on his face, a smirk that suggests to me that this is only the beginning. I dig my feet deeper into the floor, managing to create a space between my feet and the soft earth. My cunt literally splits in two, and the guards all have their eyes on my cunt now, looking with excitement at the thickness that is now firmly lodged inside my pussy.
The tool is so deep inside me that the guard who inserted it doesn’t need to hold that tail end of it any more. They watch with interest as my pussy works hard to relieve itself of this insertion. Slowly, agonizingly so, my pussy gets to work, the folds and muscles inside my cunt start to push the tool out. It is mostly involuntary on my part, and I start in fact, to try to hold this dick inside myself, so that it doesn’t escape me too quickly. Half of it is outside of my cunt now, and the remaining half starts to slip out of me rather quickly. It slips out, and hits the floor, making a soft noise as it does, and my pussy snaps shut again.
A loud gasp escapes my mouth, and it is met with resounding applause. I almost feel the urge to bow, and then I remember the seriousness of my current situation. Another guard lifts this tool off the floor, and puts it to his nose. Then he puts it against my face, and forces it into my mouth. I taste myself on it, and I also get the familiar taste of blood. I cannot look down at my pussy now, not wanting to see the damage that this tool has caused. Again it is pulled out of my mouth, and again, it is inserted into my pussy. It seems to be more difficult for it to find its perch the second time around, because the guard handling it struggles to gain entry.
When he does though, I throw up a little in my mouth. Again the tool goes all the way up inside me, and again my cunt evicts it slowly. Again, when it slips out, I breathe deep, and bite into my lower lip. I bite hard, wanting to create another pain, a new pain, just so that I can forget, albeit temporarily, about the pain in my pussy. It is impossible to forget though, and after a few times I lose count of the number of times that this tool makes its way inside me. The blood on it becomes familiar to me too, as I am forced to clean this tool with my mouth after each eviction.
I start to think that if this is their way of preparing me for the prince that I might have taken a bigger bite out of this situation that I can fit in my mouth. But there is no way for me to get away from this now, and there is no way that I can get them to calm down, or to give me a bit of a break. There is a moment that I wish I can just pass out, but then again, they are pouring ale down my throat, and again they are wetting my pussy with this liquid, and licking it off with a million tongues. At least though, this is a bit of a relief, and a mild reprieve from the torture.
Chapter 3
Fingers find their way into my pussy again, and I cannot look down at whose they are. These fingers are thick and invasive, and they threaten to rip my cunt apart again. The elasticity of my pussy is so remarkable, that this suddenly feels worse that the thick dick that was just inside me, because my pussy has recovered somewhat. They reach deep inside me, and almost pull the walls of my cunt down with every exit. There are many fingers, and I don’t even look down to see whose are in me at any given time. But when my cunt is suddenly stretched to almost maximum, I
have got to look down.
It is the tall guard, and he has four fingers inside me. I start to feel the beginnings of an orgasm, and almost feel like I am betraying myself somehow by enjoying it so much. The guard looks up at me and meets my gaze as I start to have a massive orgasm. He is almost disappointed that I seem to be having so much fun. I’m not really, but I have no control over my cunt. It seems possessed of its own mind and this mind seems to be able to separate the truth of my situation with the fantasy in my own head. He sends his fingers into me as far as they will go, and then he digs into the walls of my pussy hard and pulls them out of me.
He gets up and slaps me across my face. Then he pulls my hair so that my head is tilted back again. My mouth parts slightly, and before I can close it, he spits deep into my throat. Then he follows this spit with his tongue, and tries to pull this spit back out of my mouth. Then he spits into my mouth again, and in my face, and then he licks his own spit off my face, gathering more spit in his mouth, and then depositing it in my mouth again. His fingers on my cheeks hold my mouth open, and I know that I just have to let him humiliate me like this. The laughter from the audience is nothing but background noise now.
When the prince comes into the room, they all make way for him to where I am. I am suddenly freed from the grip of the tall man holding my face, and I am looking in the prince’s eyes. He has a cold stare, one that sends literal chills down my spine. I don’t know what the prince is thinking, but I also know that he is a man, and he will probably want to get inside me. He obviously has other things on his mind, and he takes the pitcher being handed to him. He drinks the contents of it, finishing it, and then, after taking another pitcher from the nearest guard to him, he pours the contents of this one over my head.
