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I'm scared of the dark(Traveler and I)

Bearded man began to fuck her hard. His fingers gripped her cruelly and each thrust served to tear her just a little more as he got off on how dry she was an the sounds of pain and fear coming from the sweet little twat in his hands. The thought of hurting her turned him on even more, and soon he came inside her body, his warm cum dripping out of her snatch as he pulled his quickly-limp cock out and let the next guy have a go at her.

Ass-man yanked her over. He slid his long shaft into her pussy first, lubing up on her scant moistness and the other man's seed, before parting her round ass and taking a look at the tight hole he was longing for. He grinned. "Her's got a nice ass." Then he sucked the snot out of his sinus cavity and spat the phlegm on her bung hole to further 'ready' her. That was all the preparation he needed. Unceremoniously he slid his glans along the valley of her ass, then paused and pressed into her. He started with short, hard thrusts, working in deeper and deeper each time. The feeling of fire or being stretched too far was likely painful to her.

At her face the man grabbing her hair and fucking her mouth began to groan with delight. He could feel his cock smacking the back of her throat and making it difficult for her to breath every time he thrust into her. Her struggles made him feel powerful, and that made him more excited, until he finally shot his sour orgasm down her mouth. He pulled her lips tight against his body to force her to take in every drop of his creamy cum. "Drink it all up, Bitch. Get used to protein shakes all day long." He grinned and looked at her face, every tear and flinch of pain a turn on for him.
 
Minerva was being fucked in both her mouth and pussy so hard that her glasses were starting to come off. She couldn't stop her tears, feeling absolutely disgusted with both men that were violating her holes. She didn't even have time to enjoy it, because soon enough she felt the hot burning sensation of cum inside of her pussy before she even got wet enough to properly accommodate him.. All she could do was pray that she wasn't ovulating. Because she had been asleep for so long, and because it was always night here, she had absolutely no sense of time.

That worry soon was put to an end as another quickly took the first mans place, immediately thrusting himself into her messy snatch. Her scream was garbled against the cock that was currently thrusting into her mouth. She could barely breathe, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to considering the stench around her. She would have much rather passed out, though she was sure even then they would continue to use her.

When she her and felt the spit hit her ass, she shivered in disgust. Though that feeling quickly got replaced with pain when he started pressing into her tight asshole. The ring of muscle reluctantly opened up to let him in, and she could only cry more. That was when she could taste the bitterness of her mouth's assailant cumming thick gobs of hot cum. She tried hard to push away from him so she could spit it up, but she had no choice but to swallow, feeling her stomach turn as if she were about to throw it all back up. But she kept it all down...somehow.
 
They passed her around like a fuck doll. As soon as one was done with an orifice another would come to fill it, until her body would buzz from the numbing pain and there was nothing that had not been violated by their selfish thrusts and the flowing of their spunk. There was talk of 'their' women who had been loaned out to a nearby colony to entertain some important dignitary. The women had been gone for two days and would be gone another four before they returned. They figured that the slut they had now would last until then.

When the men had cum enough and drank enough they strung her up by her wrists to chains. If she didn't prop herself up by her toes she would hang there, slowly spinning until someone came around to twist a nipple in calloused fingertips or squat down enough to slide his cock into her ass or pussy and fuck her, out in the open, while others watched with leering grins. She was just a piece of meat designed for their pleasure. They didn't care what her qualifications or her mission was.

Zander's eyes slowly opened. He took in the scene around him from where his body had been tossed and left to rot. In truth the strength of the jolt should have killed him. He should have died.

There.

He saw her hanging in the shackles, her body abused beyond even the level of cruelty frequented by Shadowmen. Quietly he watched her until he saw the soft rise and fall of her breaths. She lived... at least for now.

He began to assess the situation and the location of the men. This was not acceptable. He had promised to watch after this human, this woman named Minerva, and now she had been injured because he was trying so hard to maintain his cover. Well... things had changed. He waited for a moment. The men thought that he was dead. That was to his advantage; now he only had to wait for the right moment before he struck.
 
Minerva was beaten, but not broken. She refused to break...she had just gotten here and she needed to know what happened to him...she couldn't give up, even if the situation was helpless. They barely fed her...She was filthy, covered in dried semen, blood, and whatever else. The fire may have been warm but there was still a bite to the air that made her want to be warm..body heat was the only thing she found pleasurable when she was taken advantage of, and she had become desperate for it.

The other problem was that Minerva had lost her glasses sometime when she was strung up..they were either broken or taken..probably the former. She could still see, just not very far away. Not that it mattered...she spent her time just staring at the ground, ignore the numbness in her arms and legs. She didn't know how she was going to get out of this...but she just had to survive until they let her go...and she could work on an escape plan then. She was much smarter and craftier than anyone here, but unfortunately craftiness and smarts would not help when she was chained to a post.

She really wished she had seen this coming..but it was the lesser of two evils. She would have been dead probably had it not been for Zander..there was no way she could have made it without him, even if he led her to...this.
 
It was still light; this infernal everlasting day was the bane of Shadowmen. Zander's inner lid covered his eyes and he waited for the men to become distracted. Then he slowly flexed the muscles in his body to make sure that they were all still working. That irritating itch where his wings and tail had been still bothered him but it was like a nagging ache that one got used to. It wasn't worth thinking about, though it was present in every moment.

When the moment was right and all eyes were not watching him he moved to the shadows of a wall. The guard who had looked away looked back, then shrugged. Someone must've moved the corpse, he thought. He put a fag in his lips and lit the end, then inhaled deeply. Nothing like carcinogens and nicotine to make one feel relaxed.

Zander moved quietly until his hand closed over the handle of an abandoned ax. Nice. He hefted the weapon and looked around, calculating lines of sight and distances to get to the other men.

He'd scouted with some of them; drank with them and pretended to be their friend, but... what they did to Minerva wasn't acceptable. Especially when it seemed like they didn't care whether or not they had to kill Zander to get to some pussy. The idiots.

The unaware guard was the first to go. Zander sneaked up behind him and struck him across the neck with the ax, killing him almost instantly. The man started to fall to his knees but the Shadowman in disguise grabbed him with one strong arm and walked him backwards so that it looked like he might have been going to the wall to take a piss. Once in the harsh shadow of the wall, Zander slipped the rifle strap across his chest and let the body drop. For now he'd keep using his ax - it was quiet.

Quiet death was the best option for saving Minerva and getting out alive. Next, the man on the catwalk by the front gates. He had the best option of seeing Zander, so he was the biggest threat. Swiftly, like a fog pressed along before a sudden wind, the murderer slipped up the wooden steps and appeared behind the gate watchman.
 
Minerva heard footsteps near her, but she didn't bother to look and see who it was. They were all the same, they all wanted one thing from her. Though the footsteps stopped, and she didn't immediately feel a slap or a grab...no. She felt nothing. Instead, she saw food come into view. A piece of bread..well a hard piece of bread. Oh, so this one was back...he was the one who kept her fed. She wasn't sure if he was one of the people who took advantage of her, because all he did was feed her and leave. She slowly ate from his palm, and when it was all gone he knelt down to peer up at her face.

He was...young. Younger than her. Maybe about seventeen. There was a look on his face that was far more human than any she had seen with the others. He moved his hand into his jacket pocket and then retrieved a pair of glasses. Her glasses. When he placed them upon her face, he put his finger to his lips to signal for her to hush. Then she heard something faint...a cry of pain? What was going on?

Whatever it was, he seemed to be aware.
 
Zander moved quietly, dealing death only where the men might thwart their escape. He left the sleeping, snoring men to their dreams, and as he flitted about something caught his eye. He watched, curiously, as a young human placed something on Minerva's face.

It was the decorations she wore. He squinted his eyes in the light and tried to make out her expression. Was she pleased?

He ducked into the shadows once all the major threats were silenced forever. He quickly descended the stairs from the catwalk to the ground, then looked around before approaching Minerva. As he stepped around a corner he came face-to-face with the young human who had helped the girl. Both men froze, one poised to kill, the other...?
 
"Don't," The young man whispered as he held up his hands. "I want to come with you..you're rescuing her, right?" He had seen everything...he saw a lot that went on. That's why he came here, to help. He hated this place, but no one ever wanted to leave. Maybe he could join up with them? They couldn't stay here.

Minerva seemed confused, though when she saw Zander she smiled weakly. He was still alive? Good...she was glad to see that. Even gladder to know that two people had come to free her from her chains. From this hell.
 
Zander paused. "Overstep once, human, and you will die." When he knew that the kid understood he nodded towards Minerva. "Yes - we are leaving here with her. She needs clothing. Go get her suitable clothes, shoes... her backpack, and join us."

He turned to look at the young man. "Alert anyone and you will die slowly."

He waited for the kid to comply, then moved to where Minerva hung from the ropes. He looped an arm around her waist and then cut the bindings loose from her wrist. He was prepared to catch her if her legs proved unstable, and from the amount of sweat and cum he could smell on her body he knew that she had been ridden hard and left aching and sore.

"We're leaving here," he whispered to her. "I'm sorry I did not protect you from this. It wasn't my intention." His eyes traveled to her face and he looked to see if she comprehended his words. "We'll find another compound."
 
The teen scurried away to do as he was told, though Minerva caught that strange manner of speaking that Zander had done once again. Human? Why did he call the boy that? It really didn't have time to sink into her mind though, because once she was free from the rope she finally felt..relief. Her arms were still numb..and her legs were weak..but she'd be find after a few minutes. Hopefully.

She blinked slowly as he told her they would find somewhere else to go. Minerva was glad. She'd rather take her chances out there than here. She really wanted a bath, but when there new friend came back with clothes and her backpack, she was just glad to finally be in something warm. They were womens clothes, too. Thick, black leggings, a long wool dress, and a white overcoat. The boots were a little too big, but they would keep her feet warm nonetheless.

"Her backpack..and the weapon she came with..." It took him a while to find it, but he did. "We need to get going now.."
 
He helped her dress and tried not to flinch away at her at the scent of so many unwashed men and their discharge reeking on her flesh. "We'll need to bathe you soon," he muttered. Then realizing that she and the youth probably heard him, he tried to explain. "The Shadowmen have acute senses of smell - they will scent you and track you down, probably take you for their own sport." He glanced at her with his golden eyes and tightened the laces on her tall boots before standing. He had a long weapon slung across his back and he took hers as well. The backpack was handed to the boy for carrying.

"You did well," he told the lad. Zander slipped an arm under Minerva's and helped her to support her weakened legs. Soon they had put a mile between them and the compound, and so far there had been no alarm sounded. With luck they'd have a few more hours before the shift change came around and people saw that there had been a breech in the security.

The one leading this little rag-tag group peered up at the bright sky and seemed to squint. He looked to the east and to the west before deciding on a direction. A few hours' later they stopped under the shade of a small grove, and Zander carefully set Minerva near a tree. "We did not have a chance to examine you; do you sense that any of your structure has been compromised? Or is it all soft tissue damage?"

The lad scrunched his face at the question before looking to the woman for an answer.
 
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