Once Betrayed Never Forgotten

Chapter 35: Primal Urges

I’ve forgotten how long I’ve been imprisoned. As the moonlight filters through the small, grated window high above, I lie in my cold, damp cell, every ache and pain in my battered body a reminder of the recent brutality. My only consolation is the sweet, warming mead I’m given with every meal.

The guards will come soon, as they always do when the priest slumbers. They taunt me with. The guards will come soon, as they always do wh leering grins and lustful whispers. The worst they’ve done is kick me around, undressing me and taking turns grabbing my breasts and crotch – but so far they haven’t dared to rape me. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

The first night of my imprisonment, the larger, brawnier guard wanted to, but his companion warned him that he’d be “hexed” if he lay with a witch, and the moment he entered me, I’d enchant him and take control of his mind and soul. Thankfully, that’s kept them at ba

time being.

So I’m still a virgin, for now. How long will their fear keep their lust at bay?

for the

Eventually, I hear the guards‘ heavy boots echoing ominously in the stone corridor. Their voices. precede their arrival.

“Filthy witch,” one of them sneers. “Look at you, cowering in your cell.”

The other guard chuckles. “Aye, she’s nothing but a stain on our village. The vampire’s whore. Where’s your bloodthirsty undead prince now?”

They approach my cell, jangling keys ominously. The lock clicks, and the iron door swings open with a rusty groan, revealing their leering faces. I instinctively press myself against the cold stone wall, a futile attempt to put distance us.

“Come now, witch,” the first guard taunts, his breath reeking of ale. “Time to play our little ganie:

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I dare not meet their eyes, for fear that their cruel gaze might pierce my very soul. My hands tremble as I clutch the edges of my tattered dress, an inadequate shield against their menacing intentions.

The second guard leans in, his foul breath hot against my ear. “You thought you could escape your nightly punishment, didn’t you? Thought you could hide from us?”

As usual, they tear my tattered clothes from my quivering body. The once immaculate red ball gown which I wore the night of the Blood Moon Ball at the castle is now nothing more than a filthy rag, hanging off my body. The plush fur coat that I stole from one of the distracted guests at the vampire orgy was stolen in turn by one of the guards on my very first night, to “sit at the foot

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of his fireplace” – so now I have nothing to cover myself.

My bra and underwear are beyond repair, lying in sheds in some dank corner of the cell.

The guards pull my threadbare dress down, allowing it to fall, leaving me naked. I look down at the floor, knowing that the less I resist, the sooner it will be over. I’ve learned not to fight back- the priest, for whatever reason, ignored my screams pleading for help the first few nights.

The first guard pins me down, while his companion runs his rough hands up and down my body, his eyes blazing with lust as he aggressively fondles my breasts. The guards will probably just feel

up for a while then go and jerk themselves off in the corner until they come, like usual.

me

But then, the guards break their usual pattern and they do something unexpected. The taller guard gestures for the other guard to release his grip on me.

“Get on your knees, bitch,” he commands me in a low, menacing growl.

I don’t immediately move, so he impatiently flips me over hard onto my stomach, then roughly grabs my hips and pulls my ass into the air so that I’m on all fours.

He takes a step back to get a better view, and I hear the sound of his companion’s belt unbuckling. his pants dropping to the floor, followed by his own.

“Spread your legs,” he says, his voice thick with desire. “Let me see inside. I want to see your wet cunt. Open them wider and lift that pert little ass up for us to see.”

I know the price of not obeying, so I spread my legs wider, arching my back so that they have a full view of my gaping pussy. To my shame, I am wet, and I feel an unexpected surge of heat and a throbbing deep inside. I shouldn’t want this, but something animal and primal takes over. I moan softly, writhing my hips invitingly, and hating myself for it.

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I shouldn’t want to be raped by these evil men, but I do. I arch my back deeper, imagining them taking me one at a time, violently thrusting into me over and over again, their balls slapping against my ass as they forcefully pump me full of their hot seed…

“Good girl,” one of the guards says, and I can hear the wet “fap, fap, fap” sound of him running his hand up and down his cock, jacking himself off furiously at the sight of my exposed depths.. The wetness is dripping down from my pussy now, and I feel myself rocking back and forth as if in

a trance.

He comes nearer, just inches away from my backside, groaning in pleasure. He cries out in ecstasy just a few moments later, having ejaculated all over my back. I feel the warm cum pooling in the small of my back and dripping down my sides, sending a wave of heat surging through me.

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I’m so ashamed of my wicked, twisted desires, but I can’t help it. Some deep down primal animalistic part of me is responding to them, a part of me I’ve been keeping locked up, finally

freed.

“Please,” I whimper, overcome with primal need as I raise my exposed pussy higher in the air, crying out in desperation. I need to be fucked. I need to be mated… RIGHT NOW.

The other guard still hasn’t orgasmed, and I feel him grab my hips, his erect cock grazing my butt.

“Fuck it, it’s not enough,” he gasps, preparing to enter me.

you, friend. “No!” His companion cries out, shoving him away. “The enchantress has bewitched You know what the village elders say of laying with a witch – if flesh meets flesh, she’ll encompass your manhood and take control. Through the joining of your bodies she’ll steal your soul and make you her slave. Think clearly for fuck’s sake! Finish youself off outside of her cursed cunt, or you’ll be sorry.”

“I don’t care,” his friend says, grabbing my hips again. “I’m fucking her. Watch, if you want, don’t try to stop me.”

but

I hate myself with every fibre of my being right now, and I’ve never felt so disgusting and ashamed in my life, but I spread my legs wider and lift my butt against his waiting cock, inviting

him to enter.

I fucking need this, so badly.

I want to be used, like an object, like a fucking fleshlight. I want these men to fuck me and then throw me aside, like a piece of trash.

“See, she wants it,” the guard kneeling behind me says, slipping his fingers inside of me to feel my wetness. He’s moments away from entering me with his stiff cock, and despite myself, I more than anything right now.

Wait… no. NO! What the hell is wrong with me? This isn’t me…

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The smell of sweat and old dried blood mingles with the heady floral and honeyed aroma of the mead I’m given with every meal, still clinging to my senses.

The smell of flowers… the mead… oh my god… was there something in the mead?

The guard grinds hard against my ass, sending another surge of unwanted, shameful desire through me.

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“I’m warning you, don’t do it,” his friend warns, but his warning goes unheeded.

“You like that?” The guard growls in my ear, ignoring his friend. His breath is hot against my ear as he presses down on me, teasing me with his cock, the stiff rod poised right at the entrance to my pussy. He rubs his hot wet tip up and down my slit as I moan out.

“Yes,” I whimper, begging him to enter, to give me the relief that I need. I can’t think straight. All I know is this overwhelming primal, animalistic desire, the need to feel him buried balls deep inside me.

“Fuck, she wants it so bad,” the guard says again, his voice thick with desire as he presses the tip of his cock against my slit, preparing to finally enter me. “She’s fucking desperate for it.”

“Only because you drugged her,” a new, unfamiliar voice suddenly cuts through my daze of desire, like sharp rays of sunlight cutting through a gauzy mist.

I

snap my head up sharply, the spell broken, to face the newcomer standing at the entrance to my cell.

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