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Mannimarco's Vengeance, Part 2	By : Marian_Valois Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls Online Views: 4003 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Suddenly a loud 'thum' exploded somewhere in the room. She yelped, closed her eyes and instinctively brough her limbs as close to her body as possible.
She felt the daedra's weight uncontrollably fall on her body. She opened her eyes to see what had happened. As soon as she did, she started to scream and kick the creature off of her. A large ice shard came out in the middle of the creature's face, piercing its head from behind. Blood dribbled down on her face before she managed to hurl the carcass off her chest.
”Insolent fools!”, came an infuriated, too familiar a voice, outside the cage. ”You dare touch her? She is mine and mine alone to torment.”
A storm of icy shards filled the cage, piercing holes in the Dremoras. She closed her eyes and tried desperately to shield herself from them, but some scratched her legs and buttocks, creating stinging, shallow wounds.
And then it grew silent. She slowly lowered her legs to take a wary look at her surroundings. As she lowered her knees and saw what awaited her, she pulled them right back close to her body, instinctively shielding her exposed crotch.
Mannimarco stood before her, panting, his face twisted in flaming fury. His face was covered with drops of blood, and the ground he stood on was a mass of blood and exploded flesh. She gasped, and tried to make herself as small as possible. The necromancer's features were so distorted by anger that she was certain he was going to brutally murder her at the spot.
Mannimarco gathered magicka in his hand, and she closed her eyes again in terror. The spell hit her shackles instead. Her wrists released from their grip.
She heard fast footsteps splashing the gore on the ground, and immediately following, she felt a strong fist pull at her hair. She shrieked. She felt a bunch of her hair tear out of her scalp, as his firm hold dragged her from the bed, and onto the ground. She didn't catch her footing, but that didn't stop Mannimarco from dragging her accross the floor, sliding her small body on the blood-lubricated surface.
He threw her on the ground, and her back hit the stone floor painfully. She sobbed, but bit her lip to stop herself before he would notice her tears.
”And you”, Mannimarco hissed. ”You won't get through this unpunished. I saw you writhing under those creatures, taking their filthy seed inside you with joy. You will not feel pleasure in these halls before I tell you to, little cunt.”
He spat out the last words with such anger that Medawen cowered and cradled herself.
”Servant”, he called, pointing his finger at something. Medawen glanced and saw a couple of Dremoras, apparently arrived with him.
”Bring me the new healer”, he said. ”Mark my words - I'm going to do some damage this time.”
He turned to look at Medawen with a cruel, thoughtful smile on his face. She whimpered and crawled away from him, but he stepped his foot on the chain that was still hanging from her leg, stopping her. He took both of her ankle chains in his fists and pulled her violently closer.
He lifted his hands, raising her legs wide in the air. She tried to kick, but his grip was firm. He pulled the chains tighter, locking her legs open. He stomped his foot on her vulva, pressing her clitoris painfully. She yelped in agony.
”I wonder what your queen would think of you now”, Mannimarco taunted, ”seeing you take it from the servants of Daedra, moaning and slithering under them, like a little whore.”
He shifted his foot up and down, altering the pressure inflicted. She felt agonizing flashes of pleasure in between, before it always turned into pain. She couldn't hold her tears back.
”Please, please -”
”Shut your mouth”, he growled, pulling at her chains again. ”The only noise I want from your filthy lips now is your screams.”
He lifted his foot from her crotch, and pressed it against her chest. He took advantage of her surprise, grabbed her wrists and yanked her on her feet. As fast as that, he flung her aganst a hard, cold platform she hadn't noticed, her breasts scratching against the rough stone. It was a table, she noted, before she had her face pressed against it. Mannimarco had a tight hold of her neck, pushing her head down with force.
He unlaced his clothing fast while she whimpered under his iron grip.
He penetrated her aggressively. She felt sore already from the Dremoras, and his thickness took her breath out. He gave her repeated angry thrusts, and despite the pain she couldn't help growing towards an orgasm, moaning desperately. She was just about to climax, when he suddenly pulled out. She sobbed with frustration, even trying to instinctively lean her hips toward him, to get the cock back in. But he gave her a hard smack on the buttocks, and leaned on her with his full weight.
”You really want it, little one”, he laughed. His cock teased her, stroked her crotch. She squirmed.
”Yes”, she whispered between clenched teeth, not wanting to want him.
”Too bad”, he said, with ominous amusement. ”You see, I am not about to join my seed with that of the lowly creatures that ravaged you earlier. That would be quite... blasphemous, wouldn't you say?”
He lifted his weight off her, and shoved his fingers in her. He moved them around, making her wriggle. Then he took them out, sliding them upwards.
”But what have we here?”, he mocked. ”A place left untouched. Fortunately the Dremora are somewhat unimaginative.”
He pushed a lubricated finger in her anus. A chill ran through her. Her eyes flung open with panic.
”No! You can't mean to -...”
But he did. She let out an agonizing shriek when his cock penetrated her rear with a sharp, searing pain. She shivered violently, as the pain was becoming unbearable. Despite the moisture from his previous venture, the organ was too big to fit inside her naturally. He slided out, and thrust in again. She cried, paralyzed with the pain and shock. He penetrated deeper, sliding slowly out and forcefully in. The pace got faster. The thrusts more powerful.
Until she felt it. Her muscles had stretched to their limit, and she practically heard them cracking and splitting. But the pain was controversial, and she found herself shuddering with a weird, painful orgasm, her whole body becoming sensitive to every little stimulation. The blood releasing from her sphincter made for an additional lubricant, making the penetration even easier.
Mannimarco made his final thrust, releasing himself with a low gasp and inhale, and violently ran his fingernails across her back, opening shallow yet slightly bleeding marks on her skin.
For a moment, she felt like she was going to die. She drifted in the border of consciousness, feeling how her tormentor pulled himself out of her insides. She felt a warm, thin flow of blood drippling down from the recently torn cavity. She was out of strenght, completely unable to move.
She felt his powerful hands lift her limp body, placing her legs on the stone pedestral with the rest of her. She could only lay on her side, listening to the sound of her own blood rushing inside her head.
”Well now, they seem to be just in time”, she heard Mannimarco say, before she could hear any other noise. But as soon as he had spoken, she heard a pair of heavy metal doors fling open.
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