She rose slowly to her knees. Her head felt light, and her legs felt like jelly - which was not good, however amazing her afterglow. She shuddered, as just thinking about it set her quivering in need again. Well, from the looks of things, there would be plenty more of that before she escaped. The center eh? She wondered what awaited her there. Surely not an exit. But perhaps that was the point, no exit, only a goal to escape and evade. She slid over to the fountain, leaning over it, and splashed water on herself, trying to clean up a bit.

He’d destroyed her robe; a mark, she supposed, to show she’d been “caught” once. She turned bright red at the thought of going back out there, naked, only to be caught again and again. But if she stayed here, she’d stand no chance. That decided, she rose to her feet and poked her head out of the archway. Seeing no one, she turned left again and crept away through the fog. She angled away from the sounds of screams, peeking around corners as she moved. She went this way for some time, trying to avoid dead ends and other people as best she could.

Every so often she would come across a panicked girl still clothed racing through the hedges, bleeding from the thorns of the roses, and followed closely by a pack of men, sometimes as many as five.

Eventually, she heard the sound of footsteps behind her, but when she turned around, no one was there. Glancing around, she slid down the nearest turn, hoping to lose whoever it was, but the footsteps picked up again a short while later. Sometimes she could hear the sound of a dark chuckle a ways behind her, but again, whenever she turned around, she was alone.

Starting to panic now, she stopped looking around corners as much, and in her distraction, nearly ran into a large pack. Until a hand snatched her back, and a man was pulling her into his arms. “Wait. Unless you want to be ravaged by the lot of them? Or would you rather take your chances with them, sweet little thing? I see you’ve already been caught at least once. Maybe you prefer their rough ways?” He murmured in her ear. She froze, going still, and shook her head. “Then do you acknowledge yourself captured?” She nodded. “Good then, when I release you. Kneel.” He did so, and she did as he bade her. Kneeling, she bowed her head and tried to cover her shame. His hands slapped hers away. “Enough of that, or I’ll call them back here to help me tame you. Now, is that what you want?” Again she shook her head. “Good. Then show me you prefer me.” She shot him a nasty glare but was rewarded only with his fist in her hair.

He pulled her forward, shoving himself down her throat with only a moment’s effort. She tried to jerk her head away but he held her fast, as he ravaged her mouth with swift, steady thrusts. She thought she would never get enough breath through her nose and was clinging to him desperately by the time he finished. “You must be fresher than I thought, little one; if something like that left you breathless and, I’ll wager, damp.” He turned her about and forced her on all fours. “You’re an animal right, prey?” He paused, “Then I should make sure you can’t escape.” He grabbed her left arm and forced it behind her, offsetting her balance as he speared into her. His other hand grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as he ravaged her, keeping a slow, steady pace. “Have you learned to beg yet, beast?” She shrieked as he entered her, crying out with each thrust, her arm giving out beneath her, as he shoved her face-first into the ground. “You were far too easy to catch. How fresh are you? How many have had you before me?”

“J-just o-one!” She groaned, her face tilted to one side by his grip. He laughed as his hand in her hair slid free, and slid around her stomach and down between her legs, over her clit. “Soaking. Good. Did he make you scream?” She nodded, “Yes? Good. You’ll scream for me too. And whine, and beg.” She gasped, a shudder passing over her. “Oh, you’ll beg, alright. You’ll beg, or you won’t be permitted climax; but I will keep you just… on… edge.” Each of the last words was said as he slid one finger just inside her sodden entrance, along his shaft protruding inside her. Then pulling back, he’d brush over her engorged clit with her own wetness, making her shudder and jerk. “O-oh Go-god!” She gasped, whining and groaning as she ground impulsively against his touch.

“Good. Good girl. Louder.” He said as he pulled his hand away, and slapped her ass. She screamed but bucked her hips anyway. He laughed. “Like a bitch in heat. What a good slut.” He slid a finger in between her wall and his shaft, causing her to wriggle and writhe as he opened her further than she’d ever been. “G-God fuc- no…” She gasped, even as her hips disobeyed her, he was moving so frustratingly slowly. She needed more. She was panting by this point, her groans and whimpers of pleasure punctuated here and again by screams of ecstasy or sobs of disappointment and frustration.

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“P-please…” She whined before too long, “M-more please… Gods I’m begging you.”

“What’s that little pet?”

“I- I can’t-”

“Come before I let you and you’ll wish you hadn’t.” She yelped as he tweaked her clit, and she shuddered despite the pain. Seeing this, he bit down on the crook of her shoulder causing her to scream in pleasure. “Do you want to come?” He snarled. She whined and panted a barely audible “yes,” which made him spank her hip again. “Not loud enough!”He barked.

“Y-yes!” She tried again, crying out louder this time.

“No. Not until you learn some manners. What do you call me?”

“I-I don’t know!”

“Sir, for now, will do. Now, say it.”

“Y-yes Sir!”

“Now answer the question again, do you want to come?”

“Y-y-essss.. Gods yes, please, Sir.” His response was a dark laugh this time. “No. Not until you beg.” She swallowed hard against a lump in her throat. This was torture. “Please- oh Gods please, Sir please!” She whimpered and whined in the back of her throat. “Please Sir let me come!”

He laughed again and pulled her hair back, hissing into her ear. “You beg nicely, for one unaccustomed to it. Beg your betters in the future, and perhaps they’ll be merciful.” He growled as he slammed into her again. “For I will not.” And with that he set about to the task with a will, caressing every spot, prying her apart ever further, until he had her just on the edge, and he froze. She whimpered and collapsed to the ground, as tears welled in her eyes, and she understood. This time he didn’t care, and had decided to refuse her pleading. She shuddered, her fingers twitched, as she ached to finish what he started but she froze as he growled in her ear, a single word of warning. “Don’t.”

“P-please!” She gasped. “I- I can’t… I’ve never-”

“You will hold back, or I will do worse.”

What could be worse? She wondered silently. He moved slowly, his fingers creeping back to her clit. “D-don’t!”

“No? Just a minute ago you were begging to come.” His fingers rubbed over her clit.

“S-stop! I- I’ll-!”

“No. I won’t. And, no. You won’t. Unless you want worse.”

She wailed and shrieked, biting down on her lip as much as she dared with each thrust, each stroke of his fingers. Her body shuddered and jerked of its own volition. Her will was a frayed spider’s thread, and she was about to snap. Never before had she had to hold back. And then, his fingers brushed over her clit just so, and she came with a wail of loss tinged with a hint of fear of what he was going to do now. She cringed, expecting for some reason, that he might strike her, but instead, he only laughed as though he’d won.

He slammed into her, his fingers never leaving her clit making her writhe and grind against him. “Fine, you want to come? You’ll come until you beg me to stop. And I think I’ll take some convincing, pet. But first…” He pinned her down to the dirt, readjusting his hold on her as he slammed into her. She arched into him, straining as he filled her with each stroke. By the time he was panting as he clutched at her, she was just about on edge again. As he filled her with a groan, she heard her voice rise in a shriek but felt herself teetering on the edge of bliss.

After a heartbeat, she heard a nasty chuckle from him. “Stuck on the edge? Don’t worry. I’ll soon fix that.” He said as he pulled away. His fingers found her entrance again, and he forced four inside, curling them again as best he could to find her most sensitive place. She cried out again, arching her back, her legs curling up and inward, widening for him as best as possible.

She could feel his seed oozing from inside her, spilling out as he slammed his fingers inside her, pressing her to the border of pleasure and pain. She moaned and whimpered and arched, as the pad of his thumb dug against her clit almost cruelly. It was all too much. He was stretching her almost too much; she was dripping both his seed and her own desire, and the pain was almost exquisite just almost too much. She screamed, her shriek shrill and high as she came, but he pushed her all the more until the aftershocks had her shaking and she was limp in his grasp. But still, he did not pull away, he pushed her harder, until she was struggling weakly to get away, to no avail. Until she was crying and begging softly, “N-no no more please, ah Goddess stop… don’t. I can’t- can’t come anymore.”

“I don’t believe you.” He’d whispered back, “You surely have one left. Let’s see.” And he’d flexed his fingers again, found a different position, and gone back to it until she was shrieking hoarsely. “No! No, please! I’m sorry! I’m sorry. I can-can’t. I’m begging you, stop! S-stop! Mercy! No m-m-more!” Only then did he withdraw his hand, and pull away, lowering her to the ground. She was barely conscious as he slid back into the shadows, leaving her safely tucked away in a corner to rest.