Tales of a Seductress

TOAD – Chapter 78

Who was this man again? Was he a murderer? A rapist? A thief? It didn’t really matter. If he was a decent person, then he wouldn’t take advantage of this situation. I was tied to a bed half-naked and helpless, and he could easily free me and carry me to safety. Strangely enough, none of the men chose that path. Was that because of this world where monsters, rape, and murder came naturally, or was this just the nature of all men, and I had deluded myself into thinking there were good men out there?

I didn’t care to have such ethical dilemmas, which is exactly why I had set up things the way I had. The men would test my labyrinth, I would test the men, and then when we had our final confrontation, we’d both take what we wanted from each other. He would get satisfy his urges for a beautiful woman after untold years of captivity, and I would consume his life energy, allowing me to level myself quickly. Sure, such an exchange would leave the man dead, but he opted into the arrangement of his own free will. How could I feel guilty about that?

“Wh-what are you doing?” I asked nervously. “Are you going to help me?”

At this point, I lied as easily as I breathed, so my mind could even wander to other things as I acted out the part of the damsel. His eyes looked me up and down lewdly. My face flushed and I tried desperately to turn and hide my body from his impolite stare. The worry, distress, and fear on my face would be enough to even convince my parents.

 Only one part of my body betrayed things, and that was my pussy. It was swollen and wet, ready to get penetrated by his cock… a dildo, or even a monster. It got wet for anything, that slutty cunt of mine. I had to turn my body in a way to obscure that part of me. Hopefully, he wouldn’t notice how aroused I was until he was already on top of me. In that case, he’d only use it as validation that I deserved whatever he was about to do to me.

Calm down, Aria… stop thinking about it before you become too aroused.

I could fake a lip quiver or a cheek blush, but when it came to my nipples growing hard or my pussy becoming sopping wet, I didn’t seem to be able to lie to my body. Thankfully, it was a little chilly in the room, and I’d use it as my proper excuse.

“You are a beautiful woman.” He spoke admiringly, showing a smile that was missing several teeth.

“Please… find me some clothing.” I looked away, putting just a bit of an ordering tone in my voice.

His eyes flashed, but I had expected that. Men like him hated authority, and they hated no authority more than that of a noble. My snobbish words sounded like a provocation to him, and a career criminal like him wanted nothing more than to put some snobbish woman ordering him around in her proper place. Of course, that’s why I did it.

“Oh, you won’t be needing clothing.” He sneered, opening up his belt. “You sure talk a lot.”

“W-wait? What are you doing? Aren’t you here to save me?” I asked, sounding a bit panicked as I fought against my restraints.

“Why don’t I give your mouth something better to do!” He laughed as he pulled out his dick.

I tried to turn my head away, but he grabbed a fist full of my hair and then forced me to face him. He tried to shove his cock into my mouth, but I lifted my head, crying out and struggling.

“No! Please… it stinks.”

“Stop fighting. You might even like it. Aren’t I saving your life? The least you can do is show me some appreciation!”

“Wha- app- appreciation?” I asked, looking just a bit like I was thinking about it.

Any girl in my situation would do the same. After being in a horrible situation, sometimes, the only way you could escape was to convince yourself it was something you were choosing to do. Now that I thought about it, wasn’t I baptized into this world in a similar method?

Only moments after arriving, I had been pinned down by goblins who started raping me. Rather than accept the horror of being fucked by monsters, I had become a willing participant. I imagined a princess would do the same, convincing herself she was just blowing the hero to show her appreciation, rather than that he was raping her.  

True to my role as that princess, I turned my head. With his hand gripping my hair, he guided my head forward, slipping the head of his cock passed my waiting lips. Since we had gone this far, if I had any belief that he was going to treat me gently now that I consented, he tore that hope away by roughly grabbing the back of my head and then shoved his cock the rest of the way down my throat.

“Ggglllmmm!” I made a noise, my eyes popping open as the back of my throat was violated by his dick.

A cruel expression of joy appeared on his lips as his member slid down my throat. “That’s a good girl, gag on your hero’s dick.”

My hands tried to move against the restraints that tied them to the headboard, and my tied-up feet flopped up and down like a fish as I made noises of distress. He didn’t care, completely lost in the sensation. If anything, my distress only aroused him more. His hips began to buck slightly as he began to thrust into my face, fucking my mouth hard and using me like a toy. After a few thrusts, he pulled out.

I could feel drool dripping from my chin onto his pelvis as he pulled out of my throat. My head hung limply over the edge of the bed, my eyes refusing to meet his like I was ashamed of my actions. However, I still watched him from the corner of my eyes, so I could see the malevolent grin on his face as he casually stroked his dick with the saliva from my mouth. His cock was glistening with saliva. The sight of it sent a shiver through my body, and I felt a warm tingling between my legs.

He grabbed his pants and pulled them down, freeing the bottom portion of his body. He grabbed his cock again, slapping it on my cheek a few times. I reached out for it hungrily with my lips, and he slid his cock back into my mouth once again. Acting like I was eager to serve but inexperienced, I licked his shaft from side to side.

A true master of sex wasn’t just skilled at getting a man off with ease, but also to appear as someone sexually inexperienced, which was the role I had at that moment. I took and swallowed his precum down. It was salty but pleasant. Even though I liked it, I grimaced like I had tasted something gross. This once again stoked the sadist in him.

“You don’t like my cum? You’re going to come to like it.” He spoke darkly, chuckling with glee.

His words were cruel, and I didn’t respond, looking up at him with teary eyes even while I continued to service him. I licked his cock clean while looking every bit the submissive, although I left just a hint of calculation in my eyes, a certain defiance that said that when I got the opportunity, I’d make him pay for this humiliation. Of course, a clever career criminal like him was good at reading looks, and he could see the defiance.@@novelbin@@

With a look of anger, he shoved himself back into my mouth. I gagged as he stuffed his dick past my lips and slid down to the balls in a single motion. He held my jaw tightly with one hand, giving him full control of my head. Then, he began to fuck my mouth. I was forced to take his entire length before he would pull out again.

I gagged and cried as he violated my throat. One of his hands eventually ended up on my throat and the other grabbed the top of my head as he moved freely. Had I been a normal woman, I would have been seriously out of breath and panicking. On the surface, that’s exactly how I looked. My pristine makeup that perhaps a smarter man might have wondered how it had remained so perfect even after being captured by monsters, was not a mess. Tears and black mascara ran down my eyes, and my lips were covered in smeared red.

“Fuck, you are a good slut!” He moaned, slowing his thrusts down.

A skilled girl like me could feel just with the bottom of my lip on his shaft that he had been moments away from releasing his load down my throat. Clearly, for a man like him, that would feel embarrassing. He pulled himself out of my mouth as he forced his breath back under control.

I panted heavily too, my chest heaving as I pretended to catch my breath. I allowed my eyes to hold a bit of fear and wariness as I looked at him cautiously. He finally looked down at my body, as if realizing there were other parts to destroy. Kicking his pants still around his ankles away, he ripped off his shirt and jumped on the bed. I made him grab my knees and force my legs open.

“Hehe… your quite wet. You must want my dick, huh?”

“No! That’s not true!” I denied it, even though it was true.

I couldn’t hide how horny and wet I got in these situations, no matter how good I was at lying, so I depended instead on the man’s hubris. Thankfully, every man, even men who had experienced raping a woman, thought every time he had sex that he must be so good he could make a girl cum under his dick. He could fuck a hundred dry and disinterested women, but he’d always assume the next would fall to his charms and convince himself the first hundred did as well, no matter how messy things got.

He lined his cock up with my waiting pussy, and without asking or offering a thing, he slid it inside. I let out a cry, tightening up my muscles to the point that he experienced significant resistance. There had once been a special skill that would have allowed me to restore my virginity. I’d have a new hymen that a man could tear open. I had scoffed at the idea at the time, but that felt like ages ago. I wished that ability popped up again, as I’d take it in an instant.

Unfortunately, I had no way of faking the blood of having your hymen pierced, but I could at least fake the tightness of a virgin pussy. So, I cried and moaned as he pushed his dick passed my rather strong pelvic muscles, penetrating me completely. Once I felt like adequate resistance had been achieved, I relaxed the muscles and let him slide in the rest of the way. He groaned deeply as he filled up my pussy.

“You’re so tight.” He groaned, unable to help himself as he started to pump his hips.

His thrusts were deep and hard, hammering across my inner walls, causing me to clench his shaft tightly. The motion was too much, and I began to shake as I climaxed. He naturally knew I was climaxing, a pleased grin on his face as he began to pound me even harder. I played the part of the foolish girl being introduced to her first taste of pleasure. The pained expressions on my face became more pleasurable, and even as his lips and hands started to ravish my body, my hips started to move in time again, grinding against his dick, trying to get him to pound my cunny even harder.

Feeling my virgin body slowly unfurl into the slutty hoe he wanted, the prisoner didn’t hold back anymore either. He shoved his dick deep inside me one final time as he loud out a guttural roar. His balls tightened and hot stuff exploded inside me. He came into me in the way that only a man who hadn’t had companionship in ages could. I feel so much of it being poured into my womb, I thought I might end up having his baby.

It was too bad my husband had made sure that while I did this, pregnancy would be impossible. I had three different types of anti-pregnancy stuff on me, so the chances of an incidental pregnancy were niche. Still, it was about the illusion that it might happen, not whether it did or not.

“Not inside! I don’t want to get pregnant!” I protested, trying to push him off.

Of course, like everything else I had done, this only incensed him further. We were just getting started.