Vile – Chapter 5 – Deception by SinfulOblivionII

In the depths of a dark ivory chamber, curled tight in the corner and bound in chains, an ebony haired girl sobbed quietly to herself. Every day the wall would open, every day the masked men would arrive, and every day she would be abused; their hulking bodies beat and broke her, their virility ravaged and defiled her, but their chains and walls withered her soul until all that was left was a shred of what once had been. And then, day after day her body would mend itself, her torn muscles and shattered bones would fuse in place once more just in time to be brutalized again. Today was no different, no day ever was; the men made their way towards her and the other girls and used them like cheap toys, yet she was one of only few that felt shattered each time it ended. How were the others so indifferent? How did they care so little and stay so strong? Why was she so vulnerable? It tormented her mind the more she thought about it, poking and prodding at what little scraps of dignity remained within her heart until they felt like shards of glass the wished to tear out and throw aside. The dark skinned girl sat silently brooding, her knees to her chin and her hands pulling them close as her eyes surveyed the dimly lit dungeon and studied each of her fellow inhabitants. Each of the other chained women were in varying states of ruin, their bodies bathed in blood and other bodily fluids, many of them gashed and cracked, yet so few so much as whimpered from their anguish; some were so complacent they even lacked chains, willfully staying put and accepting their fate each day without even the slightest resistance. These women had no souls, no life within their eyes; these women had let those men turn them into the very thing they saw them as, pieces of meat to be feasted upon. It enraged her, the torment and fears melting into her veins until they were molten streams of hatred; she refused to become like that, to become less than nothing. The next time her slavers came she would be different, she would do what had to be done to rise above those whores beside her. Today; it would start today.The sand-like shifting of the wall filled the room as several men in masked made their way into the chamber, the wall sealing behind them. Each of them found their chosen servant, some taking two at once; each girl responded differently, a few resisting, some simply accepting, but not one of them fought back. The dark skinned girl would be different, she had sworn it to herself, and as the heavy plodding of her ‘master’ marched ever closer she readied herself for what she had to do. Lunging forth, she dropped to her knees before the abhorrent man looming, her eyes wide and gazing with a ficticious longing, her hands sliding up along the deformity of his bulk. “I’ve been waiting for you… Give me what I need…..” She dragged out her words in the most sensual voice she could muster, all but retching at the sound of her own pleading. Bewilderment seemed to plague the man as he watched her beg, her hands already taking his swelling cock into an enthusiastic embrace, her lips exploring every bit of its gnarled surface. His muscles flexed, his eyes burned with contempt from behind his mask at her certainty of deception, and with the back of his hand a most savage of blows collided with the side of the young girl’s face. Her small frame was launched clear to the side, blood trickling from the ear as she slid across the ivory floor, halted only by the choking restraint abound her neck. The girl’s vision was a spinning, nauseating blur from the eye still able to see, the other immediately swollen and blind; with what little strength she had she rose up on her hands and knees, spitting blood from her lips and making her way back to her previous position before her. “P-please, master… give me what I need… Treat me like what I am…..” Once again the young woman began to stroke and pleasure the man’s throbbing meat, and again she was struck down. In a broken, pathetic state she continuously crawled back towards the abuse, driven only by the most vile of hatreds hidden so deeply within her heart it felt it would devour her; she would present herself to him, as many times as it took, until she was finally free of life… or free of the chain which bound her.

Madre laid with her back embedded in the heap, a once timid brunette’s naked form laying draped across her own as she hungrily nursed milk from her large breast, the other being consumed by Furore. Between two queenly thighs positioned a hulking brute with porcelain white skin, his bulging muscles grasping inescapably upon her hips as he drove his monstrous cock deep into her pink depths like a beast. Just to the side, delicately stroking his lover’s brown hair, Bloodhound laid in ivory dust and thrust his hips forward, his pulsing shaft penetrating Bird’s beautiful ass again and again as she moaned into Madre’s milky breast. The rest of the silver haired mother’s followers remained as they were from the first moment the new arrivals laid eyes upon them, all with the exception of one; the lanky man, covered in burns, was nowhere to be seen, and had been gone since shortly after his ‘mother’ began to take her new guests. Indeed, it was Ox with whom this spear wielding man held interest, and it was Ox who he stalked through the depths of the dark wood. His eyes ever vigilant, he had long since spotted his prey, and in silent steps kept pace with the powerful figure no matter how far he ventured; the time was not yet right, his unknown service yet to be fulfilled, but soon all would be well, and the burned man would have his prize.

The voluptuous woman’s body convulsed with the might of her orgasm, her back arching as Imperium’s mighty girth spread her entrance almost more than she could handle, its own climax exploding like a geyser deep into the womb of his wanting ‘mother’. The glistening length of the pale man’s cock slid from the freshly fucked womanhood, a river of semen spilling into the dust below as it gaped and throbbed from such virility. “My… you never disappoint your mother, do you Imperium?” Madre bit her lip as her body shivered and continued to surge with pleasure, the two young women still hungrily feeding from her breasts with a seemingly insatiable appetite; grasping Furore gently by her wild hair she turned the girl’s head to meet her piercing gaze, “Mother needs cleaned.” Without hesitation the raven haired girl crawled like an animal down the length of Madre’s perfect body, kissing every inch of her lower form before finally reaching the delicious folds of her pussy. In a series of agonizingly slow, deep strokes of her tongue along each labia Furore began to clean the silver haired woman’s tender opening, her fingers moving to spread the mound further so her face could then begin to dig deeper, her tongue steadily burrowing its way inside. Madre gasped deeply, her soft hands sliding up Furore’s inner thigh affectionately until the fingers found her soft, rosy mound; she kneaded and stroked the soft, swollen flesh in rhythm with the raven haired girl’s lashing tongue, teasing her clitoris before finally sliding her fingers deep within the tight hole. Furore moaned out as her ‘mother’ penetrated her, her eyes rolling back as she took in the combined flavors of man and woman, her hips pushing back towards thrusting fingers as her own fluids cascaded outward.

Sweet milk made its way down Bird’s throat as her lips broke free of Madre’s swollen nipple, her hips now straddling Bloodhound just beside the voluptuous silver haired woman and thrusting down so his meaty cock penetrated her ass over and over; both lovers reached over to massage the massive breast upon which Bird had so hungrily feasted, and Madre’s free hand slipped down the length of the brown haired girl’s body to hook her curling fingers deep inside her womanhood. Bird moaned out at the overwhelming sensations filling her small frame, each thrust of her hips pushing her lover’s throbbing shaft deep inside her while this curvy goddess’ fingers found all the right spots. Her body flush with passion, every ounce of her lost to bliss, the brunette fixated her gaze upon the onlooking Rhino, biting her lip seductively and motioning him closer. Moving faster than she had ever seen him move before, her heavy set companion charged across the dust of the heap and presented his engorged manhood before the woman he had so long desired; Bird blushed, and roughly slid the center of her tongue along the swollen head. Rhino moaned deeply, his mind being lost to the dream that had come true. Giving into the most raw of her desires, Bird plunged the length of Rhino’s cock deep beyond her lips and took it into her throat, ravenously tasting and savoring every bit of meaty flesh pulsing within. Her body was on fire with the most intense pleasures she had ever known; Madre’s fingers teased and taunted her, her lover’s hips proving with each thrust that he was the man she had desired most, and the man she never knew she wanted now filled her mouth with the manly flavor of cock. Never had she been so consumed by lust, or even known such desires were within her, and yet in this moment it was all she could think about in this world. With a deep, loving gasp Bird’s climax rushed through every molecule of her body, her every muscle tensing fiercely as her lovers continued to fuck her every hole. At the sight of this, as if planned, each of the men released their hot cum into Bird’s waiting entrances, the thick fluid overflowing and covering her soft skin; the fertile semen dripped heavily from her lips down over her breasts, while that pouring deep into her ass flowed into the dust below.