A Whore of Hell

The deep voice of doom behind her, roared with thunderous laughter, pressing her harder to the battlement. "Yes, scream, call them all out of their holes to watch you beg me to fuck you! What an eager slut you are to beg for an audience to your ruin, you will do well!" Her cheeks redden at his words, her tears streamed like the storm, if this must happen she did not want to have anyone witnessing it. She bit her lip and her breasts shook with a powerful sob. Her right fist pounded hard on the battlement in frustration, the weather rock biting, and cutting her hand.

"N-no--, pl-please, no, in the name of God, no," Rosamond sobbed pitifully. At her words the heavens shook and the wind moaned in agony. Rosamond shrieked louder in pain as the grip on her wrist squeezed and twisted her tortured arm. She felt the velvet glove on her wrist grow hot as boiling broth against her flesh. She could suddenly smell the scent of burning velvet filling the night. Steam began rising from the puddles of chilled rainwater. A velvet glove that was smoking into the wind seized her right breast. Her nipple was washed as if squeezed in a flaming vice.

"You will not mention that word to me, or it will be far worse for you, my little whore!" the dark presence behind her bellowed into the storm.

"Please, stop! I'll do anything you want, stop!" Rosamond shrieked like a wounded banshee. Instantly, the flames subsided. She then felt a thick knee was thrust between her thighs. Pinning her dress to the soaked balcony. The grip in her breast released flicking the smoldering ashes of the black velvet from the large crimson, black, clawed and gnarled hand as it disappeared from her view.

"So, where is your precious god now?" the evil voice asked mockingly as Rosamond hung her head in defeat, letting tears cascade from her face to the courtyard far below. She did not answer she could only sob pitifully as she heard the sound of her skirt splitting quickly to a razor edged blade. She could feel the white-hot trail of a claw tracing the out line of her inner thigh. It was as sharp as a dagger sliding flatly across her sensitive leg, and searing her tender flesh with its infernal heat. Her skirt yielding to the sliding claw as it climbed ever higher, not stopping until the claw reached the downy nexus of her legs.

There the claw tired of its play and grasped the halves of the skirt and rent it to tatters in the wind. Her ass felt the icy sting of pelting droplets. Then the air was split with an opened palmed slap of searing heat on her freezing skin. Rosamond shrieked and bucked in pain. "Now, beg for it," the voice hissed in her ear. She could feel immense weight against her back. Hot flesh pressing against her ice water bathed back. A long forked tongue flicking her ear, she could feel a hot throbbing round pressure of heat pressing against her virgin orifice.

Her mind shattered in a moment, fear threatened to overwhelm her completely, and her heart thudded heavily in her chest. The pressure between her thighs clearly was too large for her to accept. But... But, the same throbbing need that threatened to rip her in half as surely as blow from a sword, set every nerve of her small hot nexus of sin at the tip of her opening afire with a desire she could not fathom. She clenched her eyes and whispered, "Please..."

With a roar of laughter, her terror dried inner folds were burst into and her inner walls stretching and splitting. The thick hot organ plunging her depths, chafing her tender unready flesh, bursting through her tiny membrane of purity, lubricating further entry with her blood. Heavy balls slapping hard against her wanton clit as the thick head batters and bruises the gate of Rosamond's womb.

Rosamond gasped fro breath at the invasion, pain sundering her very soul. Her eyes flying open wide as she was lifted back, one hand on her hip, the other taloned claw pulling on her twisted arm. Her thighs scraping hard over the edge of the battlements stone as she was hosted high into the air, then impaled on an evil cock. A gust of freezing wind swept the hair away from her face. She was suspended over the courtyard, completely dependent on the two taloned hands and the enormity within her pussy to keep her from falling to her death.

Her mind only glimpsed what her eyes were showing her in the swirl of the maelstrom. The shades of nude women were swirling around her in the air. Below the courtyard was filled with people. She could make out no identities, but the number was staggering. All pointing and accusing her, "Witch, Whore, Witch..." they chanted loudly, keeping rhythm with his long and deep thrusts.

Pain swirled in her head. As she stared at the swirling courtyard far below, her flung her right hand, back gripping tight to the wrist that held her hip. Her inner folds clutched tight to the impaling pole that was searing her secret flesh, trying to maintain a firm grip on it as her pain wracked channel filled with the oils of lust. "Save me!" Rosamond screamed to the wind, fear and overwhelming lust sweeping her body. Rosamond shuttered violently in the wind as an unearthly orgasm shook her to the very core of her soul. With a grunt of giant animal one final thrust of the searing maleness into her pussy erupted in icy jets of devilish blasting forth to over fill her womb with freezing seed. Causing Rosamond to quiver and shake in another violent orgasm so strong her eyes dim.

Rosamond woke the next morning, she felt exhausted as the others roused her. She could only remember that she had been dreaming. Glad it was over she sat up to begin her morning duties, as she reached for her dress she found it was torn to shreds and singed, just at that moment her tongue felt bruised incisions on the inside of the lips. Her face paled as an icy feeling welling deep within her belly. Her entire body seemed to ache and throb, she felt a thin trickle of thickly chilled liquid trail across the skin of her inner thigh.