Have Fun Storming the Castle

[Poprockz]

She nodded, understanding the situation. She furrowed her brow in concentration, doing her best to be as sober as possible. With the glow of her rings, ice crept up her legs and eventually encased her body. It looked like medium ice armor. The only parts of her that were not covered were her face and hands. Breathing deeply, she grabbed the door handles and pulled the heavy doors, shutting her eyes with effort. Once opened, she looked up and shrieked.

As she had been pulling, he could hear it: the sound of a creature pacing that had quite a few legs. The nymph was swiftly knocked to the floor, the enormous spider on top of her. The armor did her well, though, and the initial pounce had not wounded her. Its fangs bounced off of the ice, dripping venom. Two ice daggers appeared in her hands and she began kicking, screaming, and stabbing.

The spider hissed at the pain, and a thick shot of sticky web shot out, at first it started to slide off the ice, but the spider then picked her up and started spinning more and more web around her, its abdomen bleeding, and she becoming cocooned.

 

[TheWhiteBull]

Stepping out from behind the doorway Merek rushed to her aid. Quickly placing his dagger back in its sheath, he gripped his sword in both hands and hacked at one of the spider's back legs. Cleaving clean through, the giant monster buckled, but still had enough legs to balance. Since the nymph had already wounded it, it wasn't able to respond quickly enough to his attacks and he was soon able to cut off two more legs, at which point the spider was so low that he was able to deliver it a finishing blow. Searching underneath its bloated body after it crashed to the floor, he found the nymph lying just off to the side. She was unconscious, appearing to have been flung in the creatures death throes and likely suffering a concussion.

Leaving her for just a minute, he inspected the chamber beyond the door. It didn't appear to be more than simply a den for the enormous arachnid, but he knew there could easily be other entities guarding beyond the immediate space. Fortunately (for him) there appeared to also be former victims whose remains had been preserved, along with items undigested by the spider.

Picking up a few more useful items and a few large pieces of clothing which he cut down to size, he returned to the sleeping nymph and knelt over her, replacing her gaudy costume with the less attention-grabbing rags. He tried not to become arouse as he did so, but to no avail. Her pale flesh was smooth and soft, and strangely hairless as most forms of fae were. After a few minutes the deed was done and he picked her up once again, stepping past webs and silently sneaking forward.

 

[Poprockz]

Little did he know that the spider had been still until she opened the door; the movement he had heard belonged to something else, something more cunning. After they passed out of earshot, a form detached itself from the shadows, red eyes narrowing maliciously in contrast to its ashen skin.

The floor was so far a maze of spider tunnels. It was dark, and a mist hung thickly in the air. It was obviously magical since a castle was unlikely to sport mist within its walls. It seemed to obscure things, making tunnels look unfamiliar that they he had walked through several times. It was a powerful magic to coat the entire floor, and he soon became terribly lost.

He felt like the longer he walked, the more eyes watched him. From somewhere to his right, a dart whizzed past his arm, not penetrating, but giving him a slight scrape. Laughter echoed in the tunnel from more than one voice. He couldn't pinpoint where they were, nor could he tell how many voices were laughing. They were feminine voices, though. Darts began flying from every which-way. Some missed, some found their mark, and some grazed him.

He started to feel weak; the darts were certainly dipped in the same venom he had smelled earlier.

 

[TheWhiteBull]

Some time later he awoke to find himself chained to a wall. His vision coming back slowly, he gained a picture of his new surroundings piece by piece. He was strapped to an x-shaped bar, wrists and ankles pinned. There was a table nearby with multiple instruments, some of which appeared sexual and others which seemed more purely torturous. Spiderwebs continued to be present, decorating the dark corners of the room. At least what he could see of it.

He hadn't managed to get a look at his assailants before they poisoned him but even in his addled state he could put things together. Sure enough, his suspicions were proved correct when two dark elf females opened the door to his cell and entered. They wore flowing spidersilk dresses, which left little to the imagination. He couldn't see Merill anywhere, but hoped she was okay. He attempted to form something intelligent and witty for the benefit of the two women in front of him, but their venom was still messing with his thoughts.

 

[Poprockz]

Another female walked in behind them. She was tall and her dress was far more intricate. Her gaze was cold and calculated. A large scepter was pointed at him and she spoke, fearsome and commanding: "I am the matriarch here. Your crime is arrogance, thinking you could pass through this floor, with an injured nymph no less." She walked close to him, her scepter was used to lift his chin up at an uncomfortable angle. "The strong can only survive by consuming the weak. Had you dropped her, you may have had the constitution and stamina to at least escape with your life."

She paused, drawing a knife from a belt on her thigh, "Your punishment is death." She brought the knife to his chest and traced the cold metal lightly against his skin, occasionally drawing a drop or two of blood. The knife was brought lower, and before he knew it, she had sliced off his breaches, leaving his cock exposed.

"You will be fucked with no food, no water, no rest until you are dead. Let the pleasure turn to madness and despair. The nymph's crime is weakness, of course. We will keep her until you are dead, showing her the man that she doomed with her own frailty. She will then become a brood mare, bearing our children until she is no longer fertile." Without a second glance back, the matriarch exited, gesturing to the two ladies to begin.

The first knelt before him, a bottle in her hands. She pulled down the straps of her dress and pulled it further, allowing her large breasts to be free. He saw her pour a bit of oil in her cleavage, rubbing it on her breasts until they were slick and glistening. Leaning forward, her tongue found the base of his cock and slowly licked him all the way to the tip.

She then cupped her breasts and moved his cock forward and backward between them. Her ashen breasts were very large and warm. She used the perfect amount of pressure as she massaged her breasts around his length. His cock started to harden as she worked, licking the tip of his member every time it would be thrust toward her face. "The current record is four days, prisoner. How soon will it be for you before you beg for the ultimate release?" The other woman was at the table with her back turned to them, choosing which instrument she might like to use.

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Merill slammed herself against the cell door once more, a large purple bruise on each of her shoulders.

Her last memory had been fighting the spider and being knocked unconscious while Merek fought. When she awoke, she found herself locked in a cell wearing old rags; they were a little too big for her, so it almost looked as though she was wearing a lover's clothes. She shuddered as she imagined their hands on her naked, helpless body. She hoped that dressing her was the only thing they had done. If he had died due to her drunken behavior, she wouldn't be able to forgive herself. Her head bowed in embarrassment as she recalled some of the things she had done and said, and she vowed to limit her alcohol in the future if she made it out alive.

She had pleaded with the guards to tell her something, anything about where she was, how she got there, and what had become of her companion. They had given her no answers. Some of the guards ignored her while others leered at her suggestively.

In the prison, she could see that her cell and several others on either side of hers had 5-10 people each. Most were high elves- probably a gift from the Lady of the Night since they were hated by the dark elves. However, she saw a couple well-dressed vampires, a seemingly sleeping cloaked figure of unknown species, and several humans.

She slumped to the floor, healing her bruises with frost magic. They had taken her rings, so it was very difficult to focus her magic, but healing came more naturally than most spells. She began stroking her hair dejectedly when one of her fingers was caught. She froze and checked to make sure no guards were watching. When it was safe, she removed the hairpin and hid it between her breasts. They had undone her messy bun and took out the hairpins the vampires had put in to tame her hair, but it seemed they missed one.

Now she just needed to lay low and watch the guard rotations for however long it took to recognize the pattern and find an opening. She had never picked a lock, but she had to try.

 

[TheWhiteBull]

“There’s no point.” One of the humans moaned. “We all try when we first get here, but after a few days you’ll understand that the only way to get out is for them to let you out.” Another one of the humans cuffed him half heartedly upside the head and growled, “Pay no mind to Borin here. He has the courage of a mouse and the cleverness of a worm. Gaelen’s the name and escaping’s the game if you care to play.”

The man who offered Merill his hand was almost as shocking in his appearance as he was in his enthusiasm. Gaelen was short and squat. He had arms and legs as thick and hard as tree trunks and an equally large but softer belly. His grimy skin was covered in coarse brown hair so thick and wiry it almost looked like fur. Factoring in his large beard and truth be told he almost looked more like a dwarf. The scars and bruises all over his body didn’t contribute much to any handsomeness he might have had either. Nevertheless she took his hand and introduced herself. If she was going to get out of this place and find Merek she would take any help she could get.

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Merek screamed once more as the needle pierced. The torture had been going on for some time now, no way to tell quite how long really. Unfortunately the screams only came out as muffled groans due to the efficient gag placed over his mouth. This was the second injection. The Drow collected venom from a particular species of spider which would cause an erection for several hours when used on male humanoids. He’d had several now. They did it so they wouldn’t be limited to torturing him only so far as his own stamina (which they had been mildly impressed by) would take him.

They were excellent at giving pleasure. One of the first things they had done was set an entire group of mouths on him. One knelt in front of him and took his shaft, another knelt underneath and sucked on his balls while the third knelt behind and explored his ass with her tongue. Another time they had massaged the cum out of him while he was forced to watch them perform on each other.

He didn’t know how long this had been going on, or how much longer he could survive, but as he watched one of the dark, lithe elves saunter over his way he knew escape would be better the sooner it could happen.

 

[Poprockz]

Merrill was not one to turn down any help, especially in a situation such as this. “I can’t afford to give up. I have a companion that I need to find. I find it hard to believe that a giant spider killed him, so he has to be somewhere within this settlement. After I get him, we’re headed to the next floor up.” She cast her gaze over to the guards to make sure no one was looking. Once it was safe, she reached in between her breasts and took out the hairpin, putting it in his hand. Most humanoids would have warmed the pin with their body heat, but the pin was chilled in his hand. “Do you think you can work with this?”

Her blue eyes looked at him hopefully, blinking her delicate white eyelashes. The nymph was very worried about Merek after all he had done to help her, she wanted to return the favor before it was too late.

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The dark elf went up to him and licked his cheek, taking his gag out so he could speak. “How many of our elvish men would have to fuck your friend before she lost her mind? I’m asking because we’re placing bets and want to know your opinion.” She smirked at him and started to suck on his neck, licking it occasionally with her slick tongue. Since the injection had been made and had already taken effect, one of the elves pulled the lever and lowered the X so that he was laying horizontally. She then climbed up and started to bring her pussy against the folds of her pussy. Her hips were slow and sensual, gently caressing and teasing him.

Another elf climbed up near his face and prepared to straddle his mouth, waiting for him first to speak.

 

[TheWhiteBull]

Merek breathed deeply for the first time in several hours. Bracing himself and staring at the female grinding against his venom-engorged cock, he tried to put on the cockiest smile he could manage in his exhaustion. "Who can say how many days? Al I know is that it won't be enough of them to make your deaths worth it." Despite attempting to sound threatening his statement only elicited amused giggles from his tormentors. "Oh honey," one of them said, her ivory teeth contrasting beautifully with her ebon skin, "Surely you aren't foolish enough to think you're actually in a position to harm us. In fact, I rather think we are in the perfect position to harm you."

"What I know" the tiefling continued, "is that I have spent the last several days traveling through the lower levels and making it well known that I was taking that nymph to present to the Queen. Now she may not give a plague rat's ass about me, but word will travel, and she will learn of her gift. Only she may begin to wonder after a time why she has not received it. When she does she will go looking for her and when she does I wouldn't want to be you."

The drow had slowed her grinding and gained a thoughtful look as he spoke. Suddenly though her grin returned. "Oh he lies so wonderfully. I almost believed him for a second. Do me a favor and muffle him again dear." Merek saw the second drow's glistening pussy descend towards his face and felt the first one guide his cock past her lips and inside of her, knowing that he had most likely failed...

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Gaelen took the hair pin from the little frost nymph and gazed at it thoughtfully for a few moments. It was too small and thin for his meaty fingers but he had an idea. "I'm afraid I'm a fighter, not a burglar m'lady. Otherwise I could use it to free us. All might not be lost though." He turned and shuffled over to speak with the hooded figure in the corner. After a few minutes of hushed conversation both got up and came back over to the door. As they did the second figure removed his hood and it took everything within Merill not to scream at the sight beneath it.

 

[Poprockz]

The one who had been licking his neck leaned over to his ear, “And even if what you were saying was true, who’s to say she would be disappointed? Once we breach the walls of the nearby dwarven fortress, I hear there are the remnants of the nymph clans of the Emerald forest hiding in there. She could have as many as she wanted, then. You really should give up on speaking and go back to doing what you’re good for: being a cock and mouth for us to use.” She sauntered over near the end of the table and started sucking on his balls while the one on his cock started rolling her curvy hips to pleasure herself.

“Well don’t just lay there, use your mouth. If you bite me, I’ll out all your teeth and try again.” The elf positioned above his face smirked and wiggled her pussy insistently against his mouth.

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She backed away from him wide-eyed until her back was against the cell wall, her hands were clasped over her mouth to keep her from screaming. Her eyes looked him up and down to take in the sight that frightened her so.

 

[TheWhiteBull]

The man Merill recoiled from had obviously been tortured by the Drow in a much more traditional manner than she had overheard them speaking of. He was missing a nose, a large hole in each cheek, and an ear. The other ear was flayed to ribbons and his head had acid burns over the rest of the remaining skin.

"Drassos here was a burglar. A good one, the drow are just better."

Drassos took the pin and knelt behind the bars, getting to work quietly and efficiently.

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Merek stuck out his tongue and wiggled it back and forth as both drow rode him. Fortunately/unfortunately the drow had many tricks including lotions that prevented his dick getting rubbed raw from the constant use so despite having been used so much he was still hard and still sensitive. He thought about that statement regarding the fortress. Was this something new? Something that made them confident of victory or simply another assault such as the ones they made every month?

 

[Poprockz]

Merill calmed herself after letting her eyes roam his mangled form. Her expression changed to that of sympathy as she wondered just how much pain this man had endured. She felt bad for reacting the way she did, especially since he couldn’t help the way he had been tortured. Resolute, she lowered her hands and walked up behind them. “Th-thank you.” She said softly to him as he worked on the lock. The guards wouldn’t be around this way for another 7 minutes, she she knew she had to get out, locate her rings, and find Merek.

This line of thought presented a new problem. “Hey,” she whispered, “I need to recover my rings from them so I can focus my ice efficiently again. Do you guys have any idea where they might keep them?” Her eyes avoided the burglar, as she felt ashamed of herself, but also was still not completely over the sight of him.

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He felt a sting in his balls that made him scream again, though muffled by the drow he was licking. The drow liked having the feeling of him cumming inside them, so every now and then they would inject him with liquid that had a striking similarity to cum, but was created through different means.

“It’s such a shame the Matriarch sentenced you to death. It would be fun having you here to use whenever we wanted.” The drow on his cock lamented, moaning as his large member reached her deepest depths.

The one on his mouth smiled, “that’s more like it, tiefling. Know your place.” She reached down and roughly gripped his hair as she moved her hips to better let his tongue navigate where she wanted it to.

 

[TheWhiteBull]

Merek licked. He couldn’t really respond anyways with her sweet tasting pussy on top of his face so why bother? He figured his best option right now was to make her cum as quickly as possible so she would be off of him sooner. So he licked. He licked well, swirling his tongue and farting it further in, sticking it out and letting her glide herself across it. All this while trying his best to ignore the warm and wet pussy gyrating on his cock. He did well enough until the lower drow slid it out of her pussy and deep into her oh so tight ass. As she bounced on it with abandon he was unable to hold back the flood of cum from gushing into her.

As the drive collapsed off of him in similar ecstasy he cursed his misfortune that he was forced to endure these acts under a less than ideal situation. On the other hand...as he had no means of escape and it seemed would indeed be quite literally be fucked to death, why shouldn’t he embrace it? After all, there were certainly worse ways to go. He had dispatched many people in those worse ways himself. As he made up his mind to simply abandon hope he couldn’t help but laugh. It started as a chuckle, then grew until the Drow took notice and came back over to check on him. “Oh dear. I had high hopes you would last long enough to break our record. Only 2 days and you are already going mad?”

“Not mad.” He said. “Simply resigned. I have accepted my fate. If this how it is to be then so be it. I for one will make certain I go out well. Now hop back on here you filthy bitches and let’s get this over with. If I’m to die fucking then we will go until I die. No more breaks, no more torture. Just fuck until I’m done.” The two drove exchanged glances. “If that is what you want then we will oblige.”

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Drassos had the lock open quickly. Gaelen informed her that they had no idea where her rings were but that with any luck there would be a storeroom or some such place nearby where they kept prisoners’ items. They moved down the hall as silently as possible, several of the other elves and humans falling in behind them.

 

[Poprockz]

Another drow laughed, “Trying to be brave, how silly. You know that this burst of conviction will only get you so far. You will beg for death in the end like they all do, even the ones who think they can find something to grasp in the darkness.”

“If he keeps licking my pussy like that, I would let him think whatever he wants.” The drow that had been on his mouth chuckled.

The two women kissed and started touching each other, running their hands all over each other’s bodies within his line of sight. Another drop climbed on top of him and rested her pussy on his lips while she took his thick member into her own warm mouth. “Mmm...” he heard as she bobbed her head, lewd sucking sounds coming from her enthusiastic mouth. He could feel her breasts pressed against his abdomen, rubbing against him as she sucked.

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As they moved down the hallway, they found what looked to be a storeroom. It was full of weapons, armor, and other trinkets.Looking around, she spied a sparkle, reaching out and finding her two rings on the shelf. Merrill put them on with a relived sigh and looked around again for Merek’s things. She didn’t see his armor there, which caused her to start to lose hope. However, as her face started to fall, a knife and sword caught her attention. Examining them, she was overjoyed to find that they were his. She was even able to spy his bag nearby.

The nymph turned to the rest of the party. “Thank you for helping me escape the cell and reclaim my things. However, these belong to my companion Merek, so I know he’s here somewhere and I have to help him.” She looked down at her shoes, “I can’t ask any of you to come with me, so it may be better for you to simply escape while you can.” They didn’t know Merek, and had no reason to help her find him, especially when they were so close to freedom themselves.

Her rings twinkled as she was once again encased in ice armor, two sharp daggers growing in her hands. No longer tied up in a messy bun, her snow-white hair cascaded past her shoulders. A resolute look in her eye could be seen as she looked around at Gaelin, Drassos, and Borin.

 

[TheWhiteBull]

Gaelen led the way forward from the storeroom. He had taken a solid breastplate and a large mace from the equipment but nothing else. “Can’t get too loaded down” he said, “or you’ll make too much noise.” As they walked further they could see some other rooms up ahead and even hear some noises. The noises became clearer and they were shocked to discover that they were the sounds of someone making love very loudly. The first door they came to had a small window in it, too high for Merill to see through. Garlen peeked in and moved back again. “Nothing to see here, just some drop and a demon-spawn rutting like pigs.”

 

[Poprockz]

Merrill was touched that they had decided to accompany her, at least for a little while. She slung his bag over her shoulder along with his sword belt and followed.

She reached out and gently tugged on Gaelen’s sleeve. “Demon-spawn... is it a tiefling? My companion is one of those. He’s very tall with black horns and a long black tail? He has red skin?” Merrill looked up at him hopefully, trying to listen and see if she could hear Merek’s voice from the room. She thought she heard him once or twice, but wasn’t sure. She felt a little hurt that he would be doing something like that while she stayed locked away in a cell.

 

[TheWhiteBull]

“A tiefling? I won’t ask ye how ye come to be travelin with someone so vile but I reckon that’s probably him as he’s bound. And here I was thinking it was just evil people doing dirty things. Well I suppose it probably still is but talking won’t save your partner there. Now here’s how we’ll do it; there’s two of them drow mistresses so I’ll take the one on the the right, Drassos you take the one on the left. Little lady I’d appreciate it if you’d keep your ice handy in case one of us requires assistance. Borin you watch this hallway in case we attract attention. Everybody got it? Good. No time like the present.”

With that he shoved open the heavy door and they rushed in.

 

[Poprockz]

The two drow women looked up in alarm as the door was busted open. As promised, Gaelen charged the drow one the right, swinging his mace with mighty force at the naked lady. Of course, his mace connected to her stomach, causing her to double over and receive his mace to the back of her head with a sickening crunch.

Drassos charged at the other with a sword and impaled her through the chest, a surprised look on her face as she had been having the time of her life just moments before. She gurgled, some blood dripping from her mouth before she slumped over.

Since no seemed to be immediately injured and there were no more drow that she could see, she rushed over to Merek. He was a sorry sight chained to the X table, covered in cum and other bodily fluids. She couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose at the powerful smell of sex that exuded from him.

She found a key on a nearby table and set to work unlocking each of the chains on his limbs. Had the table not been horizontal, it seemed like he would have collapsed. “Merek, are you okay?” She asked with concern, grabbing ahold of one of his hands and holding it in hers.

 

[TheWhiteBull]

Merek groaned as his stiff muscles protested the new movement. “A little worse than before I got here I suppose. We should get out of here quickly though to be honest, I don’t know how quickly I can move just yet.” Merek meekly accepted their assistance in helping to don his clothes and armor once more.

 

[Poprockz]

“Yeah, let’s get out of here. Hopefully we can rest on the next floor.” She paused and thought for a moment, her eyes giving him a sideways glance. “You were... chained up here against your will, right?” Merrill mumbled quietly, embarrassed that she couldn’t help but ask. The thought of him having fun with the drow-women without a care in the world was still pervasive in her mind. She met his eyes and shook her head, “Just forget it, we’ve got more pressing matters.

She walked to the door and opened it, feeling a little lighter after having delivered his back and weapons to him. It was a shame that all she had to wear was a set of tattered clothes and ice armor, but there wasn’t much to do about it until they reached the next level.

 

[TheWhiteBull]

Merek didn’t even have the strength to be outraged at the nymph’s question. Or to inquire into who their new companions were. They were human at least so chances were good this wasn’t some sort of trick escape. They carried him down several other halls until they came to a stairway which went both up and down. At first trying to go below, he heard Merill argue with the humans, explaining their mission and their need to continue up. It was there they parted ways. By that time he had regained enough strength to walk, so he and the nymph climbed until they found a door seemingly suffering from long years of disuse. It was covered in cobwebs and rusted chains.

 

[Poprockz]

It was sad that they had to part, but Merrill hugged each of them goodbye and wished them well. Merrill put her ear against the door and couldn’t hear anything on the other side. She couldn’t sense any magic close by either. “I think it’s safe, so I’m going to give the door a try.” Upon opening the door, they were surprised to see a forest of thick trees. It seemed like this was the ground floor of the castle and had been overrun by nature itself. Not to say that the dangers of the castle wouldn’t be lying in wait there also, but they seemed to be safe for now.

The nymph shut the door and sat down against a large tree for a moment, motioning for him to sit beside her.

 

[TheWhiteBull]

Merek lay down beside her, resting his head against a soft root covered in moss. Several minutes ticked away in silence. “It wasn’t willing.” He said quietly. “They have these venoms that make you hard whether you wish to or not. Not to mention I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. I honestly thought I wouldn’t make it out at all.”

 

[Poprockz]

She sighed, feeling bad about having voiced her concern at all. “I’m sorry that I questioned you. I should know by now that you’re a trustworthy companion.” A couple more moments of silence went by again before she continued to speak. “If it hadn’t been for those three, you would have probably died in there. They helped me to escape the jail cell with a hairpin I found leftover from the previous floor. I’m not sure why the drow replaced my clothes, but I’m glad they missed that. I was really worried about you, and the thought that you could be doing those sorts of things willingly while I was in a cell made me a little insecure. I’ll try not to let it happen again.”

She scooted her little body closer to him and put her delicate hand on his arm apologetically “I can heal you with magic if you have any small injuries, so just let me know.”

 

[TheWhiteBull]

“I think I mostly just need rest. If you think this place looks safe enough I’ll close my eyes for a bit while you keep guard. It’ll be nice to sleep.”

The tiefling could no longer keep his eyes open and drifted off. Sprawled and in deep slumber the nymph could notice that the venoms he spoke of most be potent indeed as his trousers were bulging noticeably still.

 

[Poprockz]

“Don’t worry, I’ll watch over you.” She whispered to him as he drifted off. Her fingers ran through his hair affectionately, stroking his head as he slept. Her eyes drifted to his trousers and she wondered how long they had actually tortured him like that. She wasn’t sure if she could survive strapped to a table and fucked for days without rest or sleep.

He had said that they had injected him with venoms-she wondered if he had a great many puncture wounds down there. She was torn; she wanted to put her hand on his groin to heal him, but he said he was fine and didn’t need anything. Merrill suspected he would wake up to the chill of her hand if she tried, and didn’t want him to think she was molesting him in his sleep.