I was sprinting through the sewers as fast as my tiring legs would move, my muscles screaming in protest at the overexertion, skirt bunching up around my waist. I'd been running for what felt like hours, though it was probably closer to 20 or 30 minutes. My pursuer was nowhere to be seen, no doubt following via the countless side passages down here. He must've known every single inch of this disgusting place. I wasn't sure if "he" was the right term, "it" would likely be more appropriate. A monster. A monster who I watched violently murder a stranger infront of me.
I cursed my body as I continued to sprint towards another tunnel.
I'd been frozen in utter horror when the monster had spotted me watching the crime unfold. I hadn't even moved when it cocked it's head and smiled, nor when a split second later it suddenly rushed towards me. My paralysis was only broken by the creature dragging me down an open manhole into the filthy depths of the city. I'd been dumped alone on the damp concrete ground, the only sign of my captor's existence being the steadily bruising hand-shaped mark on my forearm. I had sat for several moments - seconds or minutes, I wasn't sure - not daring to call out for help. Eventually i gathered the courage to attempt to stand, which is when I'd heard the distant tinkling of unmistakable joyous laughter. I hadn't even heard it speak, but I knew instantly who it must be. Adrenaline shot through my veins as if I'd exploded, and I bolted.
It was no use. I wasn't exactly in peak condition right now, infact I couldn't remember the last time I'd ran for more than a couple of minutes. The adrenaline was wearing off, my lungs were failing me, and my shuddering legs were on the verge of collapse, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to avoid passing out if I kept pushing myself.
I slowed in a small chamber and jogged to the darkest corner. I sat and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, readjusting my clothing and stretching my sore limbs while I looked around. The whole maze was poorly lit, something I was thankful for, but it also meant it was difficult to know what else lurked down here.
I didn't get much time to wonder.
My back being to the wall wasn't the safety precaution I'd thought it was.
A long tentacle-like appendage unexpectedly wrapped itself around my throat and lifted me fully off the ground. I scrambled at the immovable mass, flailing my legs desperately as I gasped for air. I was being lifted higher and higher, easily 20 feet off the ground. My lungs burned with the lack of oxygen, face turning red from the unwavering firmness. I stared in delirious panic at the receding floor below as I continued to move upwards. Just as my eyes began to darken and foggy unconsciousness swam towards me, the pressure on my neck disappeared entirely. I tried to scream as I felt myself fall, but I'd already landed on something fairly soft before so much as a gurgle could work it's way up my raw throat.
Blinking furiously to get my eyesight to return, my blurry vision settled on the very thing I'd been trying to escape. I blinked a few more times as he came into focus. His patchwork skin was impossibly pale, with an almost blue hue. His long hair was secured in two thick hair bands, a fringe partially obscuring his forehead and eyes. He stared at me, the exact same smile on his face as before. My breath caught in my chest as I realised the extent of my predicament. The soft landing had been him - I was sat directly on top of him, straddling his pelvis. He was laid in a hammock just above a small platform, near the very top of the room. What had previously been a fairly soft area for me to land on was now growing harder by the second. Still neither of us spoke.
Four beats of my heart seemed to echo in the cavernous room before I tried to make another run for it. From the look in those demented eyes, potentially falling to my death was better than anything this thing could have planned for me.
Unfortunately, he was prepared for this reaction.
Two more tentacle-like limbs shot out of his torso and wrapped around my wrists, pinning them to my side. I thrashed my legs, aiming to injure the monster's face enough to distract it and potentially escape, but I found my ankles being secured by two more appendages. He grinned widely at me as he sharply pushed my legs up, causing me to fall backwards to lay inbetween his legs. The hammock swayed sickeningly as I flailed feebly, tears leaking down the sides of my face.
"Oh dear, are you done already?"
The creature finally spoke, his oddly high pitched voice making my flesh crawl.
I raised my head and met his mismatched eyes through my slightly parted legs.
"Who are you? W-why are you doing this?" I tried to keep my voice calm but it cracked regardless.
His grin widened impossibly larger.
"You sure ask a lot of questions," he chuckled, "I'm Mahito, what's your name, sorcerer?"
"You can see me, correct?" Mahito raised his eyebrows, seemingly getting bored with this line of conversation.
"Well then, only sorcerers and other curses are able to see me and my kin. You're obviously not a curse so that only leaves one option," he sighed lightly and tightened the restraints around my ankles and wrists, "I think we've done enough talking now."
I yelped in surprise as my legs were hoisted straight up and painfully stretched wide. The hands restricting my wrists squeezed. I was sure to have even more bruises tomorrow...if I even had a "tomorrow".
Mahito appraised my lower half silently, my skirt allowing him complete access. I looked away, not wanting to see his reaction. He eased his grip on one of my ankles and slowly slid his freezing hand up the inside of my legs. I shuddered as his fingers softly brushed past the ticklish spot behind my knee, and instinctively tried closing my legs to prevent his touch going any further.
It was entirely futile - his feather light caress became a wall of stone as soon as I pressed against it.
"You can't beat me, you might as well give in now, sorcerer."
I turned back to look up at his patchwork face. He had an air of light amusement, as though we were old friends bantering while playing a video game or something.
"Never." I replied finally, fixing my best scowl on my face and steeling myself for what was to come.
Something flashed in Mahito's eyes at my reply.
Faster than I was able to process, he released my leg and caught it's ankle with his other hand before it had time to fall even a millimetre. I blinked dumbly at my restraints. This hand was around twice the size it was previously, enabling it to hold both of my legs without any sign of straining. I wasn't sure why it surprised me. After all, I was pinned down by four of his limbs, two of which I had witnessed him "grow".
My eyes moved back to his face. The second they met his own, I felt my underwear being torn off in one sharp pull, my hips instantly stinging with the threat of a friction burn.
"Aughh! Mahito please don't-"
Two fingers plunged inside me, giving me no chance to adjust before they began moving at a brutal pace. Tears formed in my eyes as I struggled with even more desperation to get away from him. My walls ached as he continued punishing them with his fingers.
The pain began to fade a little and I realised my body was performing the ultimate betrayal. It didn't care that the thing inside of me wasn't even human, or that it had kidnapped me. It didn't recognise that I was being raped.
I squeezed my eyes shut. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. Surely this was just some sick dream?
I tried to ignore the familiar tightness that was gradually forming in my lower stomach.
"Okay, I think that should do it." Mahito spoke after a few more minutes, mostly to himself.
He pulled his fingers out with an audible squelch. I cringed at the noise, refusing to look at him. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of admitting how my body had accepted him, even enjoyed him.
I barely had time to process the feeling of something considerably larger than fingers at my entrance. My mouth opened in protest but Mahito was already forcing his way inside before a scream made it's way up my throat.
"You're so tight, I guess you weren't quite ready huh?"
He paused as he bottomed out and all I could think of was how overwhelmingly full I felt. I hadn't had chance to see how big he was, I couldn't even understand how he had gotten his trousers off so quickly. I lay, my legs still restrained in the air - the prolonged angle making them lose more feeling by the second, tears falling down my cheeks, wishing desperately I was anywhere else but here. Even death would have been kinder than feeling my cunt betray me again, the muscles relaxing slightly during this short respite.
"W-why are you doing this?" I whispered, my voice breaking as the tears continued to fall.
"Because I want to." He answered, an oddly innocent smile on his face.
We stared at each other, my (y/e/c) eyes into his heterochromatic ones.
I looked away first, I didn't want to see the sinister glint return to them.
He pulled nearly all of the way out slowly, and I quietly begged for some measure of kindness from him. I knew I was asking for the impossible though. He was a monster and this was all for his pleasure alone.
The air left my lungs as he slammed back inside, my muscles instantly tightening at the intrusion. His free hand yanked my shirt up, exposing my breasts. He roughly groped one, his biting nails causing me to whimper. I glanced down and saw finger shaped bruises already forming as he moved his hand to the other. Again and again he thrust into me, I felt a trickle down the crease of my butt - mostly likely blood I guessed. I sobbed quietly, wishing for sweet numbness to finally take over my brain and body.
Seemingly bored of abusing my chest, he moved his hand back to my legs and forced them to bend, pushing my knees towards my chest and exposing me entirely. This new angle allowed him even deeper access, and with a jolt of horror I felt his huge cock bump against a certain area of my walls. In the most terrible and twisted way, my body was truly responding to him now. I bit my lip to stop myself from making any noise at all.
He noticed my lack of cries quickly and narrowed his eyes at me.
It wasn't a question, but I shook my head violently, my lip quivering at his intense stare.
"Don't lie to me, it's pointless. Even if it weren't written all over your face, and even if I couldn't feel how wet you're getting right now, your soul never lies."
Something between a sob and a moan escaped me, my self control wavering from the building pressure inside me. I tried to pull my hands up to silence myself, but his grip on my wrists was unwavering.
"I know you're holding yourself back, why? Are you afraid of people finding out that you're a disgusting curse slut? Because there's nobody else here except us, little sorcerer. You can even scream if you want."
He cooed the awful words into my ear, squashing me with his weight. My legs were over his shoulders now, his repulsive face inches away from my reddening one.
Now the hands holding my legs were free, I felt one move between my legs, sliding through my lips until the fingers brushed over my clit.
My body jolted automatically, reacting to the spike of pleasure that shot through my body.
I sobbed louder this time.
His fingers kept moving in time with his punishing thrusts. The pain and the pleasure were both building to a horrific peak. I couldn't think properly anymore, my brain desperately trying to dissociate from the situation I was in, but the intensity was too great. It was a war that I was losing. A tingling sensation started at my toes and I writhed as much as my restraints allowed. I gasped and begged, the pressure now at an overwhelming level.
I couldn't let this happen, and yet it was happening...
I screamed as I came, the force of my orgasm powerful enough to make the room disappear for several minutes. I blinked slowly, fuzzy headed and exhausted from my own pleasure. The hammock swayed softly from our exertions.
As my senses slowly came back to me, I felt him lazily thrusting, more gentle now but clearly not intending to be finished with me yet.
A feeling of dread crept up my body.
I swallowed hard, looking up at my rapist.
Guilt and disgust flooded through me, my post orgasm glow gone in an instant as the reality of what just happened finally sunk in.
Mahito grinned, his mouth stretching disturbingly wide. Inhuman. A monster.
"You are mine forever, little sorcerer."
He was never going to let me go.
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