She sat up in horror when Dylan mentioned the bandits and the wolves. She could be ripped apart by wolves or sold into prostitution by the bandits. "You're really going to leave me out here?!" she asked him angrily, another wave of tears washing down her face. She couldn't believe that he would actually leave her out here to be killed after he came all the way across the country to steal her away from the place she'd begun to know as her home.
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I've come for what is mine [ZOMBiiE x Nurse]
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After giving out a little laugh he opened the door up nice and wide, dropping the gear inside her waited for her to follow him inside. "Please come in Lucy, we can be together." he told her as he moved in the house towards the living room where the fireplace was located. It was an old house, but it looked like at one time it was a very nice home for a fairly wealthy family. Although small, it was once well decorated. There were three bedrooms, a kitchen and a room with a chair, what looked like an old chest table and a fireplace. That would be where they would be sleeping though. The mattress had already been dragged down to the room and was placed down in a corner.
She hesitated for a few moments before she got off the horse. She looked inside the house and watched as he lit a fire in the fireplace. Then she slid off of the horse and slowly made her way up to the house. She creaked open the front door and walked in, the light from the fire flickering. "Dylan?" she called out softly, pulling her shawl around her closer. She really didn't want to be in the house with him but she even more didn't want to b out in the wilderness by herself.
"Yes Lucy?" he asked as he played around with the fire trying to get it a little bit bigger so that it would not go out anytime soon. There were already a few logs piled up but he would have to go out and get more tomorrow morning if they were going to be staying for more then a few days he would have to cut up a few more logs for the fire. He soon turned to look at her, waiting for her to speak up.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked him softly, almost pathetically. She kept the shawl wrapped around her tightly as if it was some kind of protective shield to keep her from him. She moved to the chair and sat down in it gingerly, gathering her skirts up around her. It was cool outside despite the fact that they were in the middle of the desert. It would get even colder as the night went on, only for it to becoming scorching hot during the day time.
"I'm doing it because I love you, and I think you belong to me." he told her as he stood up and slowly walked towards Lucy. The man got down on his knees infront of her and stared her down. "Please take off your cloths, I don't want you to run off in the middle of the night." he told her as he looked up and down her body.
Lucy's face darkened when he asked her to take her clothes off. "Dylan, I promise I won't run off. I have no where to go." she swallowed uneasily and stepped back away from him, uncomfortable with him being so close to her and obviously anxious to see her naked, "But please, please," her eyes were welling up with tears again already, "don't make me take my clothes off."
"I'm sorry but you've already run off once, I can't risk having you run away again... which is why I brought these chains." he said as he walked off towards the door where he had left his things. He came back into the room holding a large chain and a lock which only he had the key for. "I just can't trust you anymore Lucy." he told her as he stood waiting for her to strip down.
Her jaw dropped when he showed her the chain and lock that he had brought. So she really wasn't going to get out of it this time. He was going to chain her down and force her to stay. And stay naked, nonetheless. She slowly reached up and pulled her sleeves down, her gown slowly sinking down to the ground. That revealed her tight corset and bright white petticoat. She squirmed a little bit, glancing down at herself. "Do...do I really have to be completely naked?"
"Strip naked." he told her as he grabbed her dress and threw it out towards the door, he would have to hide it later. "I can't have you running back to the town, can I?" he added as he went over towards the mattress and wrapped the chair around a sturdy piece of wood that was revealed thanks to a small hole in the wall. "Now come here once you've stripped yourself."
She swallowed hard and slowly unlaced her corset in the back, allowing it to fall to the ground in front of her. She held one arm over her breasts to hide them as she pulled her petticoat down to reveal her virgin womanhood. She slung her other arm over her pussy to hide it and then slowly padded over to the mattress. She looked down at it warily and sighed, trembling a little bit in the cold. "I'm not going to sleep with you," she said to him pathetically, aware that if he wanted to rape her he could, easily.
"That should be the least of your worries." he told her as he grabbed her arm and pulled her down so that he could chain her up. The chain was quite long, which allowed him to give her a decent amount of moving room, but she was of course still chained up. There was just enough length to allow her to crawl around and maybe get a hand off the mattress, which really wasn't far. Once he was done he looked at her trying to cover herself up. "We're going to be here a long time, hiding yourself is pointless." he told her as he grabbed her leg, spreading it apart from the other one and moving her hand out of the way. He moved his head in to inspect her womenhood. Even in the dull light he could tell that it had received very minimal use, the biggest thing that had been in there was probably two fingers at a time. "Hmm, good girl." he laughed as he let go and took a seat beside her.
She screamed when he yanked her down onto the mattress. She tried to kick him to get him away from her, but he had her chained before she could really do much of anything. She screamed even louder when he grabbed her leg and pulled it away from the other one, forcing her pussy to spread for him. And then suddenly he'd forced her hand away and his face was right next to her womanhood. Her tears spilled over when he laughed at her and as soon as he'd let her go Lucy pulled her legs back together tightly. "Good girl?" she spat at him angrily, "I'm not a dog."
As the spittle made contact with Dylan's face he reacted instantly and his hand made contact with the girl's face. "You don't ever spit on me you piece of shit whore." he told her as he stood up infront of her. "Yes, you are a dog." he insulted her as he turned to walk back towards the large fire to keep himself warm. "Now think about what you did, and maybe you'll be able to eat."
She cried out in pain as her neck twisted to the side when he slapped her. She blinked a few times, completely in shock. He had never actually hit her before though he had threatened it more times than she could count. She stayed twisted for a couple of moments, her mind blown by the fact that he had actually hit her. Piece of shit whore? But what he said next bothered her even more. "What? You're going to keep food from me?" she asked timidly as she turned her fact back to him and gingerly touched the welt on her face.
"You'll have to earn your food, and beg for it." he told her. "You whore yourself out in that saloon, you can whore yourself to me for food." he told her as he turned and came back towards her slowly, taking a seat infront of the mattress. "You're just lucky you haven't ruined your body on those parasitic outlaws."
"I've never whored myself out!" she shouted back at him defensively. She took great offense to him calling her a whore when she was still a virgin. "I just danced. I had to earn a living somehow! If I'd been at home with you I'd probably have been pregnant and miserable within three months of our being married!" she growled to him angrily.
Angered at the fact that she dared to talk back, Dylan jumped forward and pushed her down on her back. His finger slung forward and thrust itself into her womenhood. "I better be the one and only man to ever put anything in here. You hear me?" he told her as he continued to pull it in and out, going deeper and deeper with each thrust inside the girl.
She yelped when he pushed her back but was even more surprised when he pushed his finger into her womanhood. That was such a strange feeling to her, to have another person's finger inside of her. Of course she'd masturbated many times, but those were her own fingers. She'd never had anyone else's anything inside of her before. She was squirming uncomfortably as he pumped his finger in and out of her. She nodded desperately and tried to pull away from her, "I hear you," she murmured in defeat.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked as his fingers pumped in quickly and he lowered his mouth down to her clit and began sucking gently at the little piece of skin and flesh. His sucking became more rough as his eyes looked up into the girl's, staring as he sucked on her womenhood.
She opened her mouth to say yes, she wanted him to stop, but he sucked in her clit before she could get a word out. Suddenly she was speechless and her hips bucked up in surprise. She let out a desperate moan as he sucked her even harder, her entire body seeming to lift off of the mattress and no longer exist. Her hands grabbed at the mattress and she whined in confusion, her mind completely subdued by the intense pleasure he was suddenly giving her. "Ahhh!" she cried out, "Nooo!" she moaned without even thinking, not wanting this new pleasure to stop.
As soon as the girl admitted she didn't want him to stop, his head tilted slightly and he pulled away. "Good. Now you'll have to beg like the little dog you are if you want me to do it again." he told her as his hand rubbed slowly across her cheek and down to her chest where he began to stroke and pull at her left nipple. "You like having your pussy sucked, don't you whore?"
She was surprised when he suddenly stopped and pulled away from her. She opened her eyes and looked up at him just in time for him to stroke her cheek. He'd played her. He'd made her feel good just to prove he could. He was still the same bastard he always was. "I'm not a dog," she growled at him, pushing his hand away from her breast. "I did like it. But I'm not going to beg you for anything," though if he was going to starve her, she would beg for food.