[NSFW warning]

[Explicit scenes are not edited]

---

The world was dark, suffocating in its emptiness, and Dane's head throbbed with a deep, sharp pain. At first, everything was a blur—shadows and muffled sounds, as if the world was submerged underwater. But gradually, the muffled sounds grew louder, clearer, until they pierced the fog in his mind.

"Dane... Dane, please wake up…"

The voice, trembling with sorrow and panic, cut through the darkness like a knife. It was Anna, her voice shaky and desperate. Each word echoed in his skull, a plea drenched in fear. His eyelids fluttered, fighting to open, and slowly, the world came into focus. His body was heavy, his movements sluggish, and as he tried to raise his hand to his head, he felt something warm and sticky trickling down the side of his face—blood.

His vision cleared a bit, and what he saw in front of him made his stomach twist with horror.

Anna stood there, helpless, her once vibrant eyes now filled with terror. She was completely exposed, her body—a masterpiece of beauty—laid bare for all to see. The glow from the dimly lit room reflected off her pale skin, her G-cup breasts painfully bound as her hands were tied to the ceiling. Her arms were stretched unnaturally, the ropes digging into her flesh, leaving angry red marks around her wrists. The sight of her bruised, aching limbs made Dane's heart sink even further. She was trembling, her legs barely able to support her own weight, and every shudder that passed through her made her breasts bounce involuntarily. Her thighs were thick and beautiful, but they were marred with fear.

[Explicit scene ]

{

The lord was having fun in front of him touching those large G-size breasts, sucking them, fondling them, and biting the nipples as she was screaming in pain. It was her first time someone touched her and in this grotesque form, she was screaming in pain as he started to put his fingers in his vagina without any remorse or any care just pounding it hard to make her vagina dripping wet.

}

Dane gritted his teeth, his vision blurring again, but this time, it was from the fury boiling inside him. He tried to move, to reach out to her, but his hands were bound behind his back. The sharp sting of the ropes cutting into his wrists barely registered; all he could focus on was Anna, her body trembling in the dim candlelight, her sobs wracking her frame as the reality of their situation sunk in.

As Dane struggled, he heard a low, mocking chuckle from across the room. The sound made his blood run cold.

"Ah, so the runaway dog wakes," the voice hissed.

Dane looked up, his eyes falling on the man who spoke. It was the lord—the filthy, lecherous bastard who had sent them running for their lives. He stood in the center of the room, a silk night robe clinging to his grotesque form. His beady eyes glowed with sadistic glee as he looked between Dane and Anna, like a predator savoring his prey.

"You truly thought you could run from me? Me, the Lord of this town?" His voice was thick with malice, the venom in every word wrapping itself around Dane's heart like a vice. He stomped his cane on the floor, the sharp sound echoing through the chamber, as two guards stood behind him, keeping a watchful eye on Dane.

Dane strained against his bindings, fury and desperation coursing through him. "You… you fucking monster…!" he spat, his voice hoarse, trembling with anger.

The lord sneered, stepping closer to Anna, his eyes fixated on her trembling form. "You think you can insult me? A lord? And not suffer the consequences?" His tone was low, but there was a deadly edge to it. He turned toward a man standing to his left, one of his captains—Joseph. "Good work, Captain. You've earned your reward tonight."

Captain Joseph bowed his head slightly, standing at attention but with a proud gleam in his eye. "Thank you, my lord. I live to serve."

The lord then turned his gaze back to Anna, a sick smile spreading across his face. "Now, let's show these peasants what happens when you defy your master."

[Explicit scene]{

He remove his elegant robe, his dick was rock hard pouncing trembling as he was waiting for the prey, waiting for the right time to crush his prey and make her submit to this worldly desire. He ordered the guards to lower her so that his dick can reach her vagina, yes so it can reach her vagina as his dick was also short and tiny as his height, but does it matter what his height is or if his dick is large enough, in reality, it doesn't matter because he had the power, the money, the authority everything else doesn't even matter even if his dick was 1 inch it doesn't matter.

He had the last laugh no matter what people say or whatever they want to think in their imaginations he had the last laugh no those ohh so-called large dicks guys who can't even afford their lives the world belongs to those who had more influenced more power more money and in end they always had it whatsoever they desire.

As she was lowered he put his hands on her think butt and started stretching it, pressing it making her vagina drip all the fluids out as he think it was ripe enough he put his raging rod inside her and pressed it with all force as it was her first time the blood started dripping out The pain surged through her like a wildfire, each wave tearing at her insides. It felt as if she were being split apart, the intensity leaving her breathless. She trembled with every movement, her body a battleground of sensation and anguish. Her cries echoed in the emptiness around her, a desperate plea for help that seemed to vanish into the void. Every heartbeat intensified the heat coursing through her, leaving her feeling utterly vulnerable and alone, trapped in a moment that felt like an eternity.

The old lord watched with a twisted satisfaction, his gaze filled with a dark glee as if he were witnessing something primal and forbidden. Each tremble of her body seemed to awaken something within him, a thrill that coursed through his veins like electricity. It was as if he were reliving a long-lost memory, the exhilaration of power mingling with the thrill of the unknown. He savored every moment, caught up in the intoxicating blend of dominance and the visceral response unfolding before him, completely absorbed in the scene that played out like a macabre dance.

}

Dane's heart pounded against his chest, and his breath came in short, ragged gasps. The sight of Anna suffering—his Anna—was unbearable. His entire world was collapsing in front of him, and he was powerless to stop it.

"Stop… please…!" Dane shouted, his voice cracking as he struggled to free himself. The ropes dug deeper into his wrists, cutting into his flesh, but he didn't care. The pain was nothing compared to the agony of watching Anna.

The lord chuckled darkly, his eyes narrowing as he watched Dane's struggle. "You should have thought of this before you ran. You could've lived a peaceful life here, under my care. But no, you had to challenge me, didn't you?"

Dane's head spun as he tried to think of anything—anything—that could save them from this nightmare. But every time his mind raced for a solution, he hit a wall. There was no escape, no way out. They were trapped in this godforsaken place, at the mercy of this degenerate monster.

The room around them was dimly lit by flickering candlelight, casting long, twisted shadows against the walls. The rich velvet curtains draped over the windows, blocking any sign of the outside world. The entire chamber reeked of opulence, but there was something sickening about it—something dark and twisted, like the very room itself was tainted by the lord's vile desires. The bed was large, draped in silk sheets that seemed out of place in a scene so filled with torment.

The guards behind Dane remained stoic, their faces expressionless, as if they had seen this all before. It was routine for them—another night, another broken soul. They had no empathy, no humanity left in their eyes, only cold obedience to the lord who held power over them all.

Dane's vision blurred again as he tried to keep his focus on Anna, but the pain in his head was becoming unbearable. Blood continued to trickle down his face, and his thoughts started to blur together. The only thing that kept him conscious was the sound of Anna's soft whimpering, her broken voice calling out for him.

Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions.

"Dane… please…" Her voice was weak, barely audible, but it pierced through the fog in his mind like a dagger.

"I… I'm so sorry, Anna," Dane whispered, his voice choked with tears. "I'll find a way… I'll save you…"

But deep down, he knew there was nothing he could do. The darkness of the lord's chambers pressed in around him, suffocating him with the weight of his failure.

And the night stretched on, as the monster before them continued to revel in their misery, preparing to show them the full extent of his cruelty.

[Explicit scene]

{

He keeps pounding his rock-hard dick inside her without taking any break it was a real surprise that those rusted bones can move this furiously, how these old bones can be this energetic as if they were 50 years younger he keeps forcing it, again and again, enjoying the screams as if it was a melody, as if Madonna is singing he keeps thrusting again and again then he picks his cane that was lying down and put it in her rear hole in her ass the sensation of her both hole tearing apart was amess she wasn't able to feel any more pain her body goes silent numb as she died, her brain stops processing, her mind gone blank, her eyes closed, but he keeps pounding it fucking her like a horse humping some women it was truly brutal.

}

Anna screamed, her voice piercing through the air, echoing through the cold, empty halls of the mansion. Dane's heart wrenched in his chest as he heard the sound, powerless to stop the torment. His body trembled with every cry she let out, his own helplessness chaining him to the nightmare unfolding before him. He could do nothing but watch as Anna's body convulsed in pain, her head falling back, her eyes rolling up as her consciousness wavered between the agony and the brink of collapse.

"You'll do as I say, or she'll suffer more!" the lord barked, his face twisted in fury. He stood over Anna, his cane pressed hard against her stomach, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. Anna, barely clinging to consciousness, whimpered in pain, her body trembling violently as if it couldn't bear another second of the torment.

Dane cursed under his breath, his vision blurred by tears he refused to let fall. "You... you are a fucking monster!" he spat, his voice hoarse with despair. "You'll die a horrible terrible death, I swear it. I'll—"

But the lord only smiled, the twisted curve of his lips revealing a dark satisfaction. He twisted the cane deeper into Anna's flesh, and she screamed again, her voice raw, her face drenched with tears and sweat. Her eyes fluttered open briefly, a faint, broken whisper escaping her lips as she begged for mercy, but the pain quickly consumed her, and her body went limp. The only thing holding her upright were the ropes biting into her skin, keeping her in place like a puppet.

Dane's resolve shattered in that moment. Tears streamed down his face as he choked out, "Please... please no more. I'll do anything. Just... just stop hurting her. I beg you!"

The lord pulled the cane back, a smirk curling on his lips, his eyes glittering with dark satisfaction. He stepped toward Dane, towering over him, his presence suffocating. "Then... do as I say."

The command echoed in the room, carrying with it the weight of inevitability. Dane's body trembled, his soul crushed under the unbearable pressure of what was to come. His mind screamed in protest, but he had no choice. He was too weak, too broken to resist. Shaking with shame and horror, he stood in front of Anna, his heart breaking as he faced her trembling, vulnerable form.

"Now," the lord hissed, his eyes never leaving Dane's. "Jerk off in front of her. Show me how much you're willing to do to save her."

Dane's hands shook, his face twisted in anguish as the lord's cruel order washed over him. The guards stood silently in the background, their expressions cold and indifferent, mere instruments of the lord's sick game. There was no escape, no salvation. Dane's shame, his horror, and his helplessness weighed heavily on him as he was forced to obey, knowing that every attempt to protect Anna had only dragged them deeper into this nightmare.

(Explicit scene )

{

He starts stroking his hand down but no matter how much he shakes it won't get up no matter what he does the shame was so deep he can't able to get him up the lord's eye twitches so he hurriedly pushes his limp dick toward Anna's body moving his hand on her body as gently as possible to give her some comfort her whole body was bruised full of marks as his hand moving slowly his mind and heart crushed by the suffering she suffered he limp dick started growing up it was at last standup he starts rubbing it against her body as to give her some comfort that her lover her soon to be husband is with her even at this moment he started stroking it and as it was gonna ejaculate...

}

Dane's body shook with humiliation, his soul hollowed out, his eyes wide with the sheer horror of the situation. Every fiber of his being screamed for an end to the madness, but the lord wasn't done. He was never satisfied, never content with a victim's suffering until every last shred of dignity had been stripped away.

Dane stood there, trembling, his face twisted in anguish as the lord's cruel eyes remained locked on him. The humiliation of what he was being forced to do burned deep in his soul, but his body moved without thought, numb with the overwhelming fear and shame. His hands shook violently as he obeyed the order, his breath shallow, his mind screaming for a way out.

The lord watched intently, his lips curling into a vile grin. He leaned in closer, his voice dripping with sadistic amusement. "That's it… keep going. Let me see how far you'll go to save her."

Dane's body was on the verge of collapse, his mind fractured under the weight of the shame and despair. As the moment of climax approached, his heart pounded, his breaths ragged. But just as he was about to reach the point of no return, the lord's cruel grin widened.

"Guards… now."

Before Dane could react, one of the guards lunged forward with swift brutality, the cold blade of his knife glinting in the dim light. The sharp edge sliced through Dane's crotch in a single, savage motion, tearing his flesh in half. Blood gushed from the wound, pouring down his legs as he crumpled to the floor, screaming in unbearable agony.

Dane's hands flew to the wound, desperately trying to stem the blood, but it was useless. His screams echoed through the room, mingling with the cruel laughter of the lord, who stood over him, watching with twisted satisfaction. The guard stepped back, wiping the blood from his blade with an indifferent shrug.

Dane's eyes went wide with shock as a wave of excruciating pain exploded through his body. Blood gushed from the wound, staining the floor in dark red streams. His legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, his hands instinctively clutching at the gaping wound as his screams filled the room.

He writhed on the cold stone floor, the agony consuming him, his voice a raw, broken scream as blood pooled beneath him. His vision blurred from the overwhelming pain, his body shaking uncontrollably as his mind teetered on the edge of consciousness.

The lord looked down at Dane with a smirk, his amusement clear as he watched the scene unfold. "Now that's more like it," he said, his voice filled with sadistic satisfaction. "You thought you could protect her by obeying me? How pitiful."

Dane's screams echoed through the room, his body convulsing from the agony as blood continued to flow, his spirit utterly crushed.

The lord's cruel eyes gleamed with excitement as he waved his hand dismissively. "Guards," he said, his voice dripping with disdain, "enjoy yourselves."

The guards stepped forward, their heavy boots echoing across the floor as they approached Anna's broken, limp body. Dane collapsed to the ground, too weak to stand, too devastated to speak. His heart had been shattered, his will destroyed, and now… he was forced to witness the final degradation.

Dane lay on the cold floor, blood pouring from his crotch, his screams of agony filling the room. His vision swam, the pain overwhelming him, but through the haze of suffering, he could hear the sound of armor clinking, metal clashing against stone as the guards—one by one—began to strip off their armor. Their captain was the first, tossing his breastplate aside, followed by the others, all of them removing their clothes with twisted anticipation.

It was as if they had been waiting, barely restrained, for the moment the lord would release them, for the chance to indulge their sick desires. The lord stood back, his cold eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction as his men, like animals in heat, surrounded Anna's broken, limp body. Her ropes were cut, and she fell to the floor, her frail form hitting the ground with a sickening thud.

Anna whimpered, barely able to move, her body weak and battered from the endless torment. But the guards, now fully undressed, paid no attention to her suffering. They were like ravenous beasts, their eyes filled with nothing but hunger as they pounced on her all at once.

It was as if they had been unleashed, their restraint long gone. They tore at her flesh, their hands rough and brutal as they did things no human mind could ever conceive. Their cruelty knew no bounds—each one trying to outdo the other, to prove how far they could push the boundaries of human suffering. They grunted like wild animals, their faces twisted in grotesque expressions of pleasure as they violated her in every possible way.

Anna's cries grew weaker and weaker, her voice hoarse from screaming, her body twitching in pain and shock. The guards, without mercy, continued their savage assault, their actions fueled by the lord's cruel permission. They had become monsters, no longer men, as they brutalized her again and again.

Her body could not take it anymore. The pain was too much, her mind breaking as she tried to escape into unconsciousness, but they dragged her back, forcing her to endure every moment of agony. Until, at last, her body gave out. Her heart stopped, her breathing stilled, and she fell limp on the cold, bloodstained floor, finally free from the torment.

The guards, covered in sweat and blood, staggered back, their faces glazed with satisfaction. The lord watched, his lips curled in a smirk of dark amusement as he looked down at Anna's lifeless form.

The room was silent for a moment, filled only with the sound of labored breathing from the guards. Then, the lord's voice cut through the silence, calm and indifferent.

"Throw them out," he ordered, waving his hand dismissively. "Both of them."

Without hesitation, the guards grabbed Anna's body, her limbs limp, her once bright eyes now dull and lifeless. They hauled Dane up, barely conscious and still writhing in pain, dragging them both out of the room like discarded trash.

Dane's heart shattered as he glanced at Anna's lifeless form, her body broken beyond repair. He had failed her. She was gone.

But he wasn't dead. And as long as he drew breath, he swore to himself, I will make the lord pay for everything.

One way or another.