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Malicious Lullaby
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
- Location
- On my knees, in between his legs.
It was torture. Absolute torture. She had been weary as it is to let William do her. She had just had both William and Goren. That was more than enough and surely they wouldn’t stand for this, they wouldn’t make her endure this. They were. He was. William let the Duke keep at it and her eyes squeezed shut and tears rolled down the side of her head. She was shaking, her body was in pain and he wasn’t gentle one bit. He took advantage of her newly devirginized pussy like it wasn’t going to be sore or tired one bit. Like it wasn’t already overly full to the brim. Like she wasn’t screaming. No, if anything her screams, protests and sobs only fueled him on with his rape fuck of her.
She couldn’t even break herself free, she was on that stupid X. She wanted someone to stop him. Were they not going to? Were they just going to let him keep fucking her?
Then her aunt was beside them, the little slutty pet to every man here apparently and Estella calmed herself a little bit. Perhaps her aunt might take pity on her and make them stop? No. Not at all. The next thing she knew, she was being slapped after being viciously groped. He kept spanking her breasts, beating them, they were burning and stinging and she only cried harder, screamed louder. “Please…please…” She begged through her sobs, but he didn’t stop. He wouldn’t. If anything, he was just being more…
She looked up at him when he spoke and her lower lip trembled. “No, please…” She cried, her head lolling to her shoulder and her eyes falling close. She sniffled and just blacked herself out of it, ignored the pain she was too numb. Her body thumped against the X as he fucked her, kept moving and then he stopped. He was even more violent when he came but then he went to still and it was over. At least she thought it was.
She breathed hard through her nose, her breasts bruised, red and swollen and her pussy dripped with all the cum. Even when her aunt was told to lick it, she didn’t care anymore. Estella just broke right there and no one did anything. William didn’t, though she wasn’t surprised but Goren didn’t stop them either. He let them do this to her. Her body wouldn’t allow for an orgasm. She shut down so she couldn’t even cum when the Duke was fucking her mercilessly. She wasn’t going to cum now. She just wanted to be away, out and cry for hours.
She sniffled again, squirming when her aunt’s mouth was on her and she groaned. Not because she liked it. She hated it. She didn’t want this woman touching her in any way, especially like that. “Get. Off. Of. Me.” She bit out, though softly, it was laced with enough venom for her aunt to look up, stopping briefly and she licked her lips and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Excuse me?” She slapped her pussy and Estella winced. “I said, get the fuck off of me.” She panted.
“You’re delirious, Princess.” She mumbled before going back to it and Estella screamed. Not just a regular scream. A bone shattering, Earth-shaking and silencing scream that had everyone in the room silent.
That was when Goren pushed through and he started working frantically to get her free from being shackled down. But when he lifted her, or tried to even touch her, Estella slapped his hand away and she sat up weakly, slowly and tiredly. She was tired. She was on her best behavior tonight, she didn’t do anything wrong and still he let this happen. They all let this happen. No one helped her. She thought she won them over with the show she was more than willing to give them but none of them were satisfied enough. They would never be. Goren’s hand reached out to her and she slapped it away again. This time she stood and she slapped him straight across the cheek, the look in her eyes showing nothing but absolute fury, anger and sadness. “You. Did. Nothing.” They were all watching her now, the entire room deathly silent. She just pushed her passed them all. She was done being on her best behavior. She was going to react. So let her fucking react.
“You said if I was on my best behavior, this wouldn’t happen!” She screamed. “You got your fucking wish!” She never cursed in her life, at least not in front of people. At this point, she didn’t care. They all got what they wanted. She was broken. Estella Ballantrae was broken and she was never coming back.
Breathing hard, she walked off the stage, uncaring as she left the room and she ran even if she couldn’t even hardly walk. She was running on wobbly legs, ran to the washroom where she took everything off she wore, the little she wore and she filled a tub. When it was full, she got in and just submerged herself. She wasn’t trying to drown. She screamed when she went under and when she came up, she clung to the edge, panting and breathing hard, her hair dripping wet, dripping over the tub and she was crying. She was sobbing so hard she never cried this much. Her body ached, every part of her absolutely ached and she was holding onto whatever was left of herself, of her sanity, of whatever she had left to hold onto which wasn’t much. It was a thread, barely there and she was falling but trying to hang on. And for what? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. If anyone had any pity on her now, they would just let her die.
Mrs. B heard the commotion and she burst through the bathroom door, out of breath. She rushed to Estella who looked up at her defeatedly and then just continued sobbing, slipping from the tub and sinking back in. Mrs. B hurried over and she drained the tub before collecting the girl and dropped to the ground with her, more like sank. Estella wrapped up in Mrs. B arms, the elderly woman saying soothing and soft words in a kind tone. Estella clung to her and she sobbed. Mrs. B kept kissing her head, kept stroking her hair and didn’t let her go one bit. Estella didn’t let her go. She held on, because Mrs. B was all she had left now. She had no one else. Just Mrs. B. Estella didn’t even have Goren. She was all alone and there was no one for her. No one to help her. No one to protect her.
She was broken.
She couldn’t even break herself free, she was on that stupid X. She wanted someone to stop him. Were they not going to? Were they just going to let him keep fucking her?
Then her aunt was beside them, the little slutty pet to every man here apparently and Estella calmed herself a little bit. Perhaps her aunt might take pity on her and make them stop? No. Not at all. The next thing she knew, she was being slapped after being viciously groped. He kept spanking her breasts, beating them, they were burning and stinging and she only cried harder, screamed louder. “Please…please…” She begged through her sobs, but he didn’t stop. He wouldn’t. If anything, he was just being more…
She looked up at him when he spoke and her lower lip trembled. “No, please…” She cried, her head lolling to her shoulder and her eyes falling close. She sniffled and just blacked herself out of it, ignored the pain she was too numb. Her body thumped against the X as he fucked her, kept moving and then he stopped. He was even more violent when he came but then he went to still and it was over. At least she thought it was.
She breathed hard through her nose, her breasts bruised, red and swollen and her pussy dripped with all the cum. Even when her aunt was told to lick it, she didn’t care anymore. Estella just broke right there and no one did anything. William didn’t, though she wasn’t surprised but Goren didn’t stop them either. He let them do this to her. Her body wouldn’t allow for an orgasm. She shut down so she couldn’t even cum when the Duke was fucking her mercilessly. She wasn’t going to cum now. She just wanted to be away, out and cry for hours.
She sniffled again, squirming when her aunt’s mouth was on her and she groaned. Not because she liked it. She hated it. She didn’t want this woman touching her in any way, especially like that. “Get. Off. Of. Me.” She bit out, though softly, it was laced with enough venom for her aunt to look up, stopping briefly and she licked her lips and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Excuse me?” She slapped her pussy and Estella winced. “I said, get the fuck off of me.” She panted.
“You’re delirious, Princess.” She mumbled before going back to it and Estella screamed. Not just a regular scream. A bone shattering, Earth-shaking and silencing scream that had everyone in the room silent.
That was when Goren pushed through and he started working frantically to get her free from being shackled down. But when he lifted her, or tried to even touch her, Estella slapped his hand away and she sat up weakly, slowly and tiredly. She was tired. She was on her best behavior tonight, she didn’t do anything wrong and still he let this happen. They all let this happen. No one helped her. She thought she won them over with the show she was more than willing to give them but none of them were satisfied enough. They would never be. Goren’s hand reached out to her and she slapped it away again. This time she stood and she slapped him straight across the cheek, the look in her eyes showing nothing but absolute fury, anger and sadness. “You. Did. Nothing.” They were all watching her now, the entire room deathly silent. She just pushed her passed them all. She was done being on her best behavior. She was going to react. So let her fucking react.
“You said if I was on my best behavior, this wouldn’t happen!” She screamed. “You got your fucking wish!” She never cursed in her life, at least not in front of people. At this point, she didn’t care. They all got what they wanted. She was broken. Estella Ballantrae was broken and she was never coming back.
Breathing hard, she walked off the stage, uncaring as she left the room and she ran even if she couldn’t even hardly walk. She was running on wobbly legs, ran to the washroom where she took everything off she wore, the little she wore and she filled a tub. When it was full, she got in and just submerged herself. She wasn’t trying to drown. She screamed when she went under and when she came up, she clung to the edge, panting and breathing hard, her hair dripping wet, dripping over the tub and she was crying. She was sobbing so hard she never cried this much. Her body ached, every part of her absolutely ached and she was holding onto whatever was left of herself, of her sanity, of whatever she had left to hold onto which wasn’t much. It was a thread, barely there and she was falling but trying to hang on. And for what? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. If anyone had any pity on her now, they would just let her die.
Mrs. B heard the commotion and she burst through the bathroom door, out of breath. She rushed to Estella who looked up at her defeatedly and then just continued sobbing, slipping from the tub and sinking back in. Mrs. B hurried over and she drained the tub before collecting the girl and dropped to the ground with her, more like sank. Estella wrapped up in Mrs. B arms, the elderly woman saying soothing and soft words in a kind tone. Estella clung to her and she sobbed. Mrs. B kept kissing her head, kept stroking her hair and didn’t let her go one bit. Estella didn’t let her go. She held on, because Mrs. B was all she had left now. She had no one else. Just Mrs. B. Estella didn’t even have Goren. She was all alone and there was no one for her. No one to help her. No one to protect her.
She was broken.