<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VZUTFNZ.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cantankerous Cleric Selphie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=325526.msg15653608#msg15653608)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Them Trees<br/><strong>Mission:</strong>The Satyr in the Woods<strong>CLOSED; between Envious and TheVillain</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>TheVillain<br/><strong> </strong><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>This was it. The end. She grunted like an animal as her body was violently shaken. Pleasure was somewhere in the background, but the foremost feeling she felt was a healthy mix of wonderment and fear. Could her body continue to take the abuse?<br/><br/><strong>"What freedom?</strong>she countered.<strong>"More often than not, my nights are spent being the cum dump to some buck-toothed knuckle-dragger who has the slight fortune of having some basic necessity."</strong>Her words were punctuated by pauses and groans as he slammed into her. Her nails dug into his skin as she thought about all of the sleepless nights that had been spent turning tricks to get finer fabrics, fancier jewelry, better equipment, a decent meal. She had no idea why she admitted it out loud or why she kept rambling.<strong>"You want me? You can <em>have</em> me! Fuck me all day. Fuck me all night. I'll be your Slave, Master. Why not?"</strong>She laughed sadly, closing her eyes. He was right - she was no adventurer. She felt like screaming; there was something horribly wrong and her intuition told her that she needed to shut her mouth (as it often did). But she couldn't. There was a sensation of a... a...<em>toxicity</em>taking hold inside her that just made it so she<em>didn't care</em>.<br/><br/><strong>"Make me scream, Master. Make me scream!"</strong>Her already tense body spasmed as her own orgasm was brought forth, and she screamed for him. She could feel was his cock sliding in and out, rubbing her insides raw. She felt bruised and dislocated and it occurred to her that she wouldn't last very long as his fuck-slave. But what did that matter? She was here for his pleasure, not her own.<br/><br/><strong>"Thank you for the privilege,"</strong>she whimpered. Her voice was small and hoarse. She felt that she should be feeling tired right now, but her body refused to relent.<strong>"Thank you for making me cum. My body is here for your pleasure."</strong><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/>