She landed in a rocky corridor that looked like it had been bored from the stone by a giant worm. The passage was lit by a trail of small electrical lights embedded into the floor. The passage meandered through the Cliffside, and emerged at a large cave. Charlie was high up, the light from outside shining onto the blue water below. The entrance to the cave was narrow, about wide enough for a family saloon to drive through, and roughly 10 feet high. The inside of the cave came from this slit, and a hole above and to the right of her, reflecting off a wall made of minerals on the far side, refracting the light in various hues of blue and green throughout the cavern. In any other situation, it would have looked beautiful. To Charlie it was nature mocking her by masking something horrific with this majestic light display. She walked along the high, narrowing path, down a set of stone steps that had been carved into the rock face. At the bottom was a small dock, a fleet of small jet skis, around 10 or 11, lined up in perfect order along it’s length. She looked out through the cave entrance to the ocean beyond, and could just about make out the back end of a large boat moored outside. She turned back to the flat dock are, and noticed a small ornate wooden door. Adorning the lacquered timber was a small brass plaque, etched with the letters ‘VIP’ Charlie cautiously pushed through the door into the room beyond. The following room had racks of coats and jackets, hats and bags. A door to the left started ‘The Hollow’ the other, ‘STAFF’. She peeked through the door labelled ‘The Hollow’. Beyond she saw an empty arena stretch out below, with luxurious seating running around the top. Suspended above were huge screens, all of which were currently switched off. Charlie imagined that this is what a gladiatorial arena would look like if they were still in use today. She ducked back out of the door, and into the ‘STAFF’ door. The corridor beyond was dark, dank and gloomy, twisting left and right, seemingly spiralling downwards. The tunnel levelled out and widened. Charlie recognised the corridor as housing the cells from the video feeds in the study. She cautiously edged along the path, gripping the wrench hard. She could hear the distant squealing of the PigMan, and shuddered.
“I can’t wait to smash that fucking stupid moustache off your stupid leathery face Percival” she thought angrily, She walked past rows of empty cells, wondering just how many people he has had down here. Or indeed, how many he planned to have…Charlie shook her head, trying to get the vision out of her head. As she rounded the corner, she heard a gentle sobbing, getting louder above the sound of the swine beast’s squealing. She walked past a couple of cells with women asleep in. She didn’t want to arouse suspicion, and crept slowly past. The sobbing got louder. She turned another corner and saw a similar face.
“Tara!” Charlie whispered loudly. Tara glanced up at Charlie, and leapt to her feet.
“Charlie!” She cried, reaching out to hug her through the bars
“SHHHH!” Charlie pressed her hand over Tara’s lips “Keep it down!” Tara nodded, and Charlie took her hand from her mouth. “I need your help. I WILL get you out of here, I promise. I just need to know where Percival is, where my sister is, and how to finish him off” Tara nodded, pulling Charlie close to the bars.
“He’ll be starting one of his sick arena things shortly. He’s always there, in person. I know he’ll want to take you himself. Wait till he’s doing his little show. Watch what he does, then make yourself known. He’ll come for you. There’s your chance. I have something here that may help” she shuffled the tattered blanket that lie on the cell floor, picking up a large knitting needle that had been sharpened to a lethal point. “Here’” she said, handing her the needle “I’ve tried myself, but when he gets close, he’s in my head. I’ve had all the powders. You haven’t had green yet, have you?” Charlie shook her head “Then you can get close. Stick him with this. Make sure he never harms another person.”
“Thanks” Charlie took the needle, sliding it down in between the twists of her braided ponytail. “Where did he take my sister?” she asked
“I’m sorry, I don’t know” Tara looked glumly at the ground. “He brought her past here an hour or so ago, so I’d imagine either to a cell further up, or he’s planning on taking her to the Arena.”
“Of course he is” Charlie muttered. She took a step back from the bars and looked them all over “How do I get you out of here?” She asked Tara
“I don’t know” Tara replied. “The bars will just vanish when they come, or when they take me out” she looked at Charlie, her eyes filling with tears. “Please, kill him. Make him pay” Charlie nodded, embracing Tara through the cold steel bars. She pulled away, and began to set off to find Percival and her sister. She stopped suddenly, a deafening squeal echoing down the corridor. From around the corner stomped the pig man, his trotters making a noise much louder than Charlie would have imagined. The swine charged towards her, Charlie dodging out of the way
“GO!” yelled Tara. She began banging on the bars of the cell and screaming “HEY! Bacon dick! You finished with that fat bitch down the hall? Why not try a real woman, you disgusting piece of shit! The beast charged toward the cell, passing through the bars as if they weren’t there, pinning her to the floor. He ran his long slimy tongue across her face, leaving a trail of drool across her cheek. Tara trembled as her maid uniform was torn asunder by the teeth of the pig
“CHARLIE, DON’T JUST STAND THERE, RUN!” she yelled. Charlie, who had been stood staring, snapped out of her trance and shouted back,
I’ll make him pay, don’t you fucking worry!” and sprinted off round the corner. She grimaced as she heard a loud squeal, followed by the pained cries of the young woman. Charlie clenched her fist, gripped the wrench as hard as she could and jogged of down the corridor in search of her sister.
Glancing around, she noticed that every corridor looked the same. She figured the best way to find her would be to head back to the entrance, through the door to The Hollow. Just then, a voice crashed through the hallways, bouncing of the cold grey rock faces that made up the corridors.
“GENTLEMEN. PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE HOLLOW FOR THIS EVENINGS ENTERTAINMENT. REFRESHMENTS WILL BE SERVED AT YOUR SEAT”
Charlie jumped in shock, composed herself and began to run back towards the main entrance. She ran past Tara’s cell, pausing briefly. The pig man was rutting ferociously into her, a trotter shoved into her mouth to silence the screams of pain and ecstasy. Every inch of Charlie’s being wanted to break in there and smash the swine’s head in, but she knew this would be impossible. She grimaced and carried on running. She ran back up the spiral to the door she had first entered. She slowly creaked it open, sneaking in amongst the coats and jackets. Steady streams of wealthy looking men were entering through the other door, taking their seats around the arena. After the last person had entered, she snuck in behind them, keeping to the shadows. Taking cover behind a couple of empty seats, she peeked around and down into the arena. Stood in the middle, illuminated by spotlights from all sides was Percival. He was wearing a black suit with tails, a red waistcoat and a top hat, looking exceedingly like a circus ringleader. He stood in front of microphone stand, a vintage 1950’s style mike sat atop it, a large grin on his face.
“Gentlemen!” He announced triumphantly “Welcome, to the Hollow!” the crowd cheered and applauded. “Tonight’s entertainment is something very special. She’s 18. Tall, slender, athletic…” Charlie froze. She knew who he was describing. She grabbed the wrench firmly, and checked to see if the needle was still in her hair. “ It’s her first time here, and maybe even her first time ever….” Charlie gripped the wrench even tighter, her knuckles turning white. “Please give it up for the delightful Caitlyn!” The crowd stood up, applauding and cheering, as a platform rose from the rocky floor. Upon the platform stood a clear plastic box, with a large clear plastic pole standing vertically through the centre. Bound to the pole was Cait. She had been dressed in a gymnast’s leotard, white in colour, clearly at least 3 sizes too small for her. She wasn’t very curvy, but the clinginess of the sheer white fabric enhanced every contour of her toned frame. Her nipples stood prominent as a slight breeze whipped around the cavern. Suddenly the screens suspended from the ceiling flickered into life, showing close ups of the stricken brunette. Her arms were handcuffed at the wrists and elbows, the pole running between them, and her back. Her ankles were similarly cuffed, with a bind from a thin black twine around her knees. A black leather belt wrapped around her head, with a large patch of leather covering her mouth. A velvety black cloth was over her eyes, knotted behind the pole, pinning her head against the clear plastic. The platform and pole she stood on began to slowly rotate as the walls of the box fell away, showing her off to the crowd like a game show prize. She wriggled weakly against the cuffs, before slumping into the binds. Charlie left her hiding place, peering down into the arena. Percival was circling the pole, whipping the crowd into frenzy. The whole thing was conducted like an elaborate circus performance.
“Now gentlemen, we need to decide what to do with the lovely Caitlyn. And how do we choose?” Percival said triumphantly, prompting a response from the crowd
“SPIN. THE. WHEEL!” The crowd yelled back to him, before cheering and applauding.
“What the actual fuck is going on here?” Charlie thought to herself. “Some kind of twisted Price Is Right bullshit?” She looked around the area, looking for a way down. With Percival in the centre of the arena, it’d be difficult to get to him. “I’ll find a way” Charlie thought to herself “If he fucking hurts her I’ll have his balls on a fucking spike” Charlie noticed at the far side of the arena was a small parting, a tunnel entrance to the arena floor from below. Charlie began to creep around behind the seating, being as quiet as possible so as not to disturb the men watching the performance. She glanced at one of the men, sat there whooping and hollering like he was a drunk at the football. Knelt in front of him was a young woman, not much older than Cait. She was bound in rope, looping across her chest, between her legs, her arms uncomfortably crossed behind her back. Charlie had seen this kind of bondage in hentai cartoons, but never on a real human. It looked painful, the girl looked distressed. Her ankles were bound in the same rope, and a loop from these ankle binding was tied to the balcony. In her mouth was a large round gag, shaped like a ring, big enough for a guy to get his cock through. Drool was running down her chin, onto the floor. Her tongue was flicking about in her mouth, the tears rolling down her cheeks. The guy sat down, grabbed the young girl’s head and forced it down onto his cock. Charlie resisted the temptation to smash the guy’s head in, despite every fibre of her being willing her to. She didn’t want to cause a commotion before she needed to. She looked down the row of men, and saw each with a young girl, different builds, races, and ages. Charlie had to stop herself vomiting and going on a rampage. Her hand trembled with rage. “Focus, Charlie” she whispered to herself, creeping along behind the rows of velour covered seats. She stopped about half way around and stared at the screens above. A large wheel was spinning. Brightly coloured, adorned with lights, looking like a carnival sideshow. The wheel slowed, stopping on what appeared to be a purple monster. A large humanoid figure, with long, thick tentacles for hair, which fell the length of its body. Without looking closely, it could easily have been mistaken for a Pokémon. The crowd rose, cheering and applauding loudly. Charlie used this opportunity to scurry further around the arena. She reached the drop down to the tunnel in time to see the monster emerge. It was huge, at least 8 feet tall. Spouting from the crown of it’s head were a series of large, tentacle-like growths, cascading down its back and over its shoulder. It’s face was almost featureless, small dots for eyes and small black slit for a mouth. The whole thing looked like it had been crafted from children’s modelling clay. Despite its childish design, the monster carried menace, it’s purple, dreadlock-esque hair pulse and sway as he walked, the tiny eyes staring blankly into the distance. It walked into the arena with a swagger, like a cocky boxer before a big fight. Charlie watched as it walked up to her sister, stopping in front of her, looking her up and down, then stopped still, seemingly awaiting orders.
“Gentlemen” Percival announced, running his hand up Cait’s leg, before unlocking the bindings “Let the games begin!” He whipped the blindfold from over her eyes, leaving Cait stood on the platform. The monster stayed still. Cait looked around, panicking. She put her hands to her mouth and felt the leather pad across her lips. Running her hands around the back of her head, she unfastened the strap, and pulled the leather from her mouth. Attached to the leather pad was a purple dildo, drenched in saliva that hung between the tip of the toy and her lips. She coughed, spitting out excess phlegm, catching her breath as best she could. She glanced up at the monster, screaming loudly. The monster opened its mouth wide, all of its tentacle-dreadlocks gathering on the top it’s head, gathering in a Mohawk, the ends of each pointed straight toward her. The monster screamed back at her, it’s tentacles tensing up before launching a bright purple liquid at Cait’s chest. The liquid ran down her torso, slipping down her legs. Cait looked down as the tight leotard she had been dressed in began to dissolve, exposing her small, pert breasts. She tried to cover herself, and found other areas being uncovered. The thin white material became a few tattered rags, clinging desperately to her skin. She was practically naked, stood in a giant arena, surrounded by bright lights and horny, chanting men, stood face to face with a giant monster. He looked up at the monster and burst into tears, clasping her hands to her face, sobbing loudly. She let out a loud wail
“CHARRLLLIEEE! HELP ME!” and dropped to her knees. A hush fell over the arena. The monster stood silent, its tentacles splayed wide behind its back like wings. Charlie couldn’t wait any longer. She dropped to the floor in the tunnel, sprinting out into the centre of the arena.
“You get
the fuck off my sister you creepy fucking prick!” Charlie screamed,
sprinting across the rocky floor. She pushed past the purple monster, and
embraced Cait in her arms “It’s okay Cait, I’m here” she whispered, doing her best to reassure her little sister. “I want you to listen to me, and do exactly as I say. Run. Down that tunnel. Find the cages. Go past them, follow the path upwards. You’ll come to the cloak room. There’s a door there to get out of here. There should be jet skis. Take one, and bring every single law enforcement person you can find here. Don’t stop. Don’t hesitate. Just run. I’ll protect you.”
“But Charlie, I- Cait started.
“JUST. RUN.” Charlie stared at her little sister with a steely look that showed she was being deadly serious.
“Okay. Thank you Charlie. I love you” Cait sniffed.
“I love you too sis. Now go.” Charlie grabbed the wrench in her right hand, helping her sister to her feet. Cait ran, dodging past the tentacle monster, up the tunnel. The monster did not react, continuing its blank stare, it’s tentacles still spread like wings, ready to attack. Charlie glanced around to see Percival walking slowly towards her, illuminated by a single spotlight, slowly clapping his hands.
“Hello Charlotte” he sneered “I’m so pleased you showed up” he stood next to the purple monster, resting his hand on its side “These people pay good money for high quality entertainment. Your little sister crying isn’t what these people want to see. They want action, heart, fight.” He circled around the monster, edging closer to Charlie “And besides, Caitlyn was the worst sex I’ve ever had” he sneered, his face dangerously close to hers. She grasped the wrench hard in her hand, swinging it with everything she had, crashing into Percival’s temple with a sickening crunch.
“FUCK YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” she yelled, repeatedly smashing the wrench into Percival’s head, kicking him to the ground. She rained further blows down into the front of his skull, crushing his head into a bloody pulp. She stood up, her arms exhausted, looking up to the sky and breathing heavily.
“My, that was an impressive display of strength….” Percival’s voice stirred, distorted and weak. Charlie watched in horror as the body of Mr. Gregory rose from the floor, his head and face reforming from the ruined shards of flesh and bone. “..But it’s not going to be that easy to get rid of me. The curse doesn’t come from the brain, it’s from the heart” He snapped his neck left then right, grinning maniacally at Charlie. She stood there, panting heavily, her hands on her knees. She looked down at her clothing, seeing large holes that had appeared in her jeans, her hoodie, through her t-shirt. Her right nipple was visible through a hole in her bra, the cold air hitting a bare patch on her left buttock.
“That purple shit that was on Cait….” Charlie cursed to herself, holding the wrench over the hole at her breast, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath.
“Enough chit-chat” Percival grinned, gesturing to the purple monster. “El Morado; put on a show…” he turned and walked into the darkness, the spotlights falling on Charlie and the monster. Charlie brandished the wrench like a ninja grasping his sword.
“Bring it on you purple twat” she shouted, almost beckoning the beast towards her. Without flinching, the tentacles tensed, spitting out the same purple slime that had drenched her sister. Charlie was ready for it, dodging to one side, charging towards the beast. What she didn’t count on was the number of tentacles the monster had, one whipped around her ankle, tripping her to the floor, before wriggling up the inside of her jeans, ripping them clean from her body. She smacked at the tentacle with the wrench to no effect. Another wrapped around the wrench, pulling it free from her grasp, before plunging down beneath her top, ripping it clean from her body, leaving her in just her underwear. The tentacle wrapped round her ankle lifted her from the floor, her body swinging limply underneath. Charlie reached upwards, grabbing at her ankle binding. Her arms were grabbed, hooked together above her head, but dangling down below. She kicked wildly with her free leg, the crowd cheering loudly. She caught a glimpse of a close up of her face, the desperation suddenly turning to a stoic, expressionless glare when she did. She knew what was coming. The monster was going to ravage every hole, she would thrash and kick wildly, the crowd would go mad and Percival would throw her in one of his stupid cells. So she made a snap decision. She relaxed. Gave up. She could feel her panties being ripped from her, then tentacles rubbing furiously against her nipples, one pressing against her ass. She didn’t react. Let it it happen. One pressed against her lips, she obediently opened, letting it slide into her mouth to the back of her throat. She gagged involuntarily, but relaxed, letting it do what it had to do. She opened her eyes, watching her body, limply hanging in the air, being furiously raped by the monster. The crowd sat silent. Bored. She heard a faint voice
“Do something!” it echoed through the stony cavern. She could hear the sound of seats returning to the upright position as people left their positions above the arena.
“No wait, come back!” Percival shouted desperately. He glared at Charlie, who responded with a cheeky wink. “Let me show you something amazing!” He gestured dramatically. “El Morado! Be gone!” The purple monster dropped Charlie to the floor with a unceremonious thud, then traipsed out of the arena. Percival walked over to Charlie, who was lying on her back on the floor, catching her breath. He put the heel of his boot on her throat, pulling the microphone too near her face and growled to her “Charlotte, you will face the full wrath of Los Colores. You will spend your days as my queen. I will bring Caitlyn, and every person you have ever known and loved to me, and destroy them one by one in front of you. But first, I will destroy you. These people here will take it in turns to ruin your ass, ravage your pussy, flood your throat with hot sticky cum until you’re begging for death to break the cycle. You are MINE!” Charlie grabbed at the foot on her throat, using all the energy she had to try lift it, only to have it pressed down harder. Percival looked up to the crowd, pulled the microphone to his lips and triumphantly announced,
“GENTLEMEN! For one night only, we’re going to have a good old-fashioned gang bang! I will give you powers, prowess and stamina you could only dream of. Come on down and have your fill of the feistiest maiden ever to grace the Hollow!” His showmanship, charm and panache summoned the men like mindless drones. Charlie looked around to see a ring of men surrounding her, all naked, stroking their cocks, licking their lips.
“Soldier through Charlie” she thought to herself, “Get ‘em off, and look for an opportunity” Her demeanour changed quickly when she looked back up at the men. Percival had gathered them in circle around her. He raised his hands in the air, yelled something in Spanish, and watched as the men bulged and pulsed, growing several feet in height and several inches in length. The all remained humanoid, their grins more manic, their eyes lacking emotion and humanity.
“Firstly!” Percival announced, lifting his foot from Charlie’s throat “We need to show this bitch who in charge around here. He pointed his finger directly at Charlie, twirling it round as if he were conducting invisible rope. Charlie felt her limbs tense, buckle and disobey her, finding her legs folded like a frog’s, her arms twisted up behind her back, her head seemingly frozen in position. She watched a her clothing began to tear, the rips forming squares across her body. Percival raised his arm, and the perfect squares of fabric flew into the air like confetti, before burning up like tiny fireworks. A black tape-like substance wound around her, holding her naked body in its contorted position on the cold floor of the cavern. She felt the chill of a breeze against her open legs. Her head was now free, allowing her to look up at the giants surrounding her, closing in on her.
“This is gonna suck” Charlie thought to herself. She knew she’d get an opportunity, she just had to bide her time. Percival gestured again, wildly flailing his hands around, like an orchestra conductor after a few cans of Red Bull.
“Let’s add some decoration” he announced “The sensation you will feel is nothing short of incredible. The sensation she will feel will be pain and pleasure in amount immeasurable” Charlie watched as the men all started masturbating in unison, their rhythm identical, the sound bizarrely hypnotic. The speed increased, the fapping sound reverberating off the rock face. All Charlie could do was wait. It carried on for an age, getting slowly and steadily quicker and quicker.
“JUST CUM ALREADY!” Charlie yelled, the noise irritating her to the point of snapping. The men all began to chant in response, Percival leading them
“V-E-R-D-E. V-E-R-D-E. V-E-R-D-E;” each letter chanted in time with a stroke of their cocks. Charlie grimaced, the sound becoming even more irritating. Another 15 minutes passed, the masturbation now at a frantic pace, the chanting almost indecipherable. Charlie fought desperately against the binds, doing anything she could to free herself.
“LET ME GO YOU FREAKY FUCK!” she growled, trying to rock herself in such a way that she could edge away. Suddenly, the chanting stopped. She watched in horror as light began to pour out of the eyeballs of the men, their jaw opening inhumanly wide. They all emitted a high pitched growl, a noise that sounded metallic and digital, like an old dial-up internet connection. Charlie looked around, desperately looking for an escape. It was no good. The circle of cocks surrounding her suddenly erupted, translucent white cum covering every inch of Charlie’s body. The liquid shimmered, as if containing glitter. Charlie spat a load that had gone in her mouth down her chin, then stopped still. The cum felt sharp, like ice cold razors digging into her skin. Charlie screamed out in agony. Her entire body feeling like it was being finely sliced into tiny pieces .Charlie began to feel warmth between her legs and a teasing at her nipples. The sensation was intense, a feeling of ecstasy the likes of which Charlie had never felt before. This fierce pleasure persisted alongside the icy agony across the rest of her body. Her brain was a mess of signals, half of them wanting to shut down, stop the pain, the other half refusing to let go, wanting the ecstasy to last forever. She let out a noise, a squeal of joyous agony. “F-FU-FFffFFuuuuUUU-“ Charlie wanted to simultaneously tell them all to fuck off and to fuck her.
“Now, three at a time..” started Percival, ordering the men to line up next her “You will all have the greatest sex of your life. She will ride you like you’ve never been ridden, blow you like you’ve never been blown, and make you feel more ‘man’ than you ever have before”
“Like fuck I will!” Charlie wanted to yell, but all that left her lips was “Fu-fuuuck-“
“Gentlemen, if you will…” Percival gestured to the first three guys. Charlie felt her arms loosen, her legs still bound. She was picked up off the ground, before being lowered down roughly onto the shaft of one of the giant men. The cock stretched her pussy painfully, the cock being wider than anything she’d ever taken up there before. The whole length pushed inside her, eventually stopping deeper inside her than she had previously thought possible. She put her hands down on the floor to support herself, and immediately had a cock pushed into her mouth. Every fibre of her hated what was happening, but the pleasure she was feeling began to control her emotions. She began to willingly suck on the cock, running her tongue along its length the best she could. Despite her bound legs, she used her arms to ride the guy beneath her as best she can. She kept stopping, her brain taking over, resisting this assault, before she’d be hit by another wave of stabbing pain and glorious ecstasy. She felt another penis pushing against her asshole. She resisted at first before relaxing, allowing the cock into her, screaming around the cock in her mouth as pain from the friction raced through her. She found herself being lifted up as the guys swapped. She gagged as the taste of her own backside hit her tongue, almost vomiting but managing to hold back over fear of choking. She looked around the arena, the other men stood stoic, the genitalia all rock hard, stood like fertility statues in an exotic goods store. Half an hour passed before the men shot their loads. The same glittering white substance, filling her every hole. The same agonising pain, and the same overwhelming euphoria crashed over her, leaving her spasming on the floor. She came to her sense, panting and twitching.
“Please, n-aaargh, fu—“Was all she could muster before being forced onto three other cocks. She was repeatedly assaulted for hours on end, her ass destroyed, left gaping to the breeze of the arena. Her pussy red raw, aching to touch. Her mouth and jaw ached, and she could still taste a horrible mixture of cum, but her own and the glittery stuff, and the cocks that had been inside her ass. She lie on the floor, face down. The cum covering her body had dried to a shiny glaze, cracking in places her body had flexed. The semen ran from her pussy, dripping from her ass onto the cold floor, her face covered with the jizz and her own saliva. She looked around at the arena. There were just 3 guys left. Percival was stood grinning, his face now back to normal.
“Had enough?” He sneered. An idea formed in Charlie’s head. She used what little energy she had left to crawl over to him.
“No. Not until I’ve had you…” She panted, wincing as pain and pleasure coursed through her body once again. She slowly undid the zip on his pants, reaching inside, pulling his cock through the hole. It was of average size, and compared to what she had been through was easy to deal with. She ran her tongue up the length of it, before bobbing her head over its tip. She took the length fully in her mouth, drawing her tongue along its length as she slid down then back up, sealing her lips around it. She slid it out of her mouth and spoke softly “P-please….let—ah, l-let me be y-your qu- your queen….” She stared up at him, her eyes wide. “Sit d-down….let me sit on y-y-our throne, be your one a-a-and only…” Percival grinned, before letting out a supremely evil laugh.
“Gentlemen!” He announced, staring around at the giants who were now stood around the perimeter of the arena “WELCOME MY QUEEN!” The men began to chant again, each rubbing their cocks in time with the chanting. The three who were left stood still, no sound or movement. Charlie felt herself lift up from the ground, and watched as a grand plinth, made of high gloss marble arose from the floor. Percival clambered on top, the awkwardness of his actions taking away from the grandeur and spectacle of it. He lay on his back, his cock hard and erect. Charlie stared at the screens, each showing close ups of Percival’s erect cock in alarmingly high definition. Charlie had a quick wriggle, checking the binds on her legs. Still no freedom. Her legs ached from being bent in such a way. Charlie found this unusual, as she’d been bound like that for hours but not felt any pain or ache. It had been masked by the cum-induced agony/ecstasy. It was then she’d noticed the sensation had gone. She smiled to herself. She felt herself being lowered, her spread legs sitting astride the old man’s erect shaft. She winced slightly as she was penetrated, before remembering her act. She threw her head back, he chest out, grinding her hips into him.
“F-ah-Take me my king” she moaned, biting her lip. She could feel a warmth spreading through her low body. The same pleasured feeling she’d felt before “Fuck, gotta act quick” she thought. She placed one hand on her breast, the other on the back of her head, trying to grasp the end of the long needle. Finding the end, she grasped it in her fist. She kept her hand there, trying to not to arouse suspicion. “3….2…1…..”she counted down in her head. But she couldn’t. She felt her body letting her down, enjoying it, and stopping her from getting her out of this hell hole once and for all. She let out a moan, a sigh, grunting and groaning with pleasure. “Ah, F-Fuck, fuck me, n-“ she grimaced, fighting the orgasm she could feel building within. She placed her other hand behind her head, grasping hold of the needle as hard as she could. She let out a loud powerful scream as she could resist the orgasm no longer, her body shaking and spasming. She garnered her strength, and slammed her fists down onto Percival’s chest. The needle pierced the skin, sinking into his heart with ease, the sharpness of the needle no match for his flesh. Percival let out a loud roar, leaping to his feet, throwing Charlie to the ground. As she fell, she caught her head on the edge of the marble plinth. She put her hand to her head, feeling the blood on her fingers. Her vision began to blur as she teetered on the edge of unconsciousness. Her vision cleared enough to see Percival stood over her, the large orange wrench in his right hand, his left clutching against his chest, bright red blood pulsing from between his fingers.
“YOU FUCKING BITCH!” he roared. “Do you know what you’ve done? My research, my work, my life…..RUINED by a little bitch who couldn’t just comply” Charlie watched as the plinth dissolved into smoke, the screens evaporated, the giant men returned to normal size. The binds on her legs vanished, causing the circulation to return to normality. She scurried back as best she could, her energy drained, her vision hazy. “I’LL DRAG YOU TO HELL WITH ME!” Percival roared. Charlie expected to feel pain as he swung the wrench towards her, but heard only 3 loud bangs. She looked up, to see Percival’s bloodied corpse lying in a heap next to her, and stood over him was Cait, pistol in hand.
“CHARLIE!” she yelled, cradling her wounded sister in her arms,
“Cait….I told you to run…” Charlie replied weakly.
“Stay with me Charlie!” she replied panicked “I’d never leave you behind” she held Charlie close, her tears falling onto Charlie’s cheeks. Charlie smiled.
“Is he….is he gone? Did we….” she whispered, before losing consciousness.
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Charlie awoke to a gentle ringing alarm, the sound of a vintage alarm clock. She looked to her left, seeing a small wooden side table, with a tablet device propped up against a lamp. She fumbled her hand towards it to dismiss the alarm. A face appeared on the screen
“Good morning Charlotte. I Hope I didn’t wake you. I just wanted to let you know I’ve arrived. I hope things have been to your liking……my queen……”
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