[tent Warning - Svery, Kidnapping, Nonindfuck]

  The cell door hissed open and Kaster looked down at his prize. A Fury, bound and gagged. Still sadly wearing clothing, but he khat would ge soon. She’d be lucky if the overlord who pced the bounty would ever let her wear a stitch of clothing again. As a Fury, she’d also most likely be stantly drugged as well, to prevent her from using any of her witchy ways.

  She k as if in prayer. Her eyes were closed and her face serene, even with the thick gag stuffed in her mouth. Wheepped in to snap a colr around her, she attacked, leaping instantly to her feet and kig hard at him.

  Kaster stepped aside, deflected the blow, and swept at her other foot. He then grabbed a handful of her robes and flung her from the cell. She hit the wall outside with an umph. The sound from her triggered a shock from the gag. She froze up only for an instant then spun ready to fight. He grabbed her and spun flinging her down the hallway to the on area of his ship.

  She rolled and was back up, but by this point, they both k ointless. She was bound, any noise she made resulted in a shock, while he was at least as skilled as she was. He advanced on her as she backed away looking for anything that might turables.

  Retreating backward she ehe on room, a pce to lounge during the hours in jump space. There were a few couches, a small table, and two chairs. Little else was in the room except doorways to the cockpit and sleeper.

  With little else of help, she came at him with a barrage of kicks. He stepped around, over and past them, blog only as a st resort. This was better thahought their first union would be. He’d imagined just having her in the cell while she repeated mantras impassively. The fight was a wele pleasure, she’d also soon tire herself out. He let her go at it for a bit, but whe desperate and tried to kick his table at him, he rolled in and grabbed her ankle.

  She tried to use it as leverage to nd a blow with her other foot, but he whipped her robes around the leg binding her fast. pletely off bance, she tumbled, and he guided her falling body face-first across the table. He nded on top of her. She squirmed violently trying to shake him off.

  “That was fun, but I want to do more than dance.” He worked his hands around her ned she colr on. He lifted his chest off her just enough to ehere was distaween him and the colr, then pressed a button on its troller.

  Her back arched as she was hit with a jolt of searing pain. Which of course made her cry out causing another shock from the gag. Not wanting an endless cycle of screaming and shog, Kaster deactivated the gag and pulled it from her.

  When her breathing was back to normal, she said, “You should release me so we talk.”

  Kaster responded with a ugh, “Those tricks may work on the weak-willed… But I had hoped ynized me as another Focus user.”

  He shifted his weight grabbing her by the top knot in her hair and pinning her face to the table. Carefully he eased himself up with his finger on the troller for the colr. Reag out with his Focus he sensed her iions, and read her body nguage before she acted. Wheood, he was able to press the troller, shog her before she could leap up herself.

  “I do this all day.”

  “What do you want?” She hissed.

  “Already told you. I want to take you. I want to have you.”

  “That’s a crime…”

  “Yeah, yeah, and so is kidnapping, and WaveBde dueling, and a thousand other things I’m guilty of.”

  “Honor my yielding with tradition…”

  “B. You are a fug bore. You assumed I would honor tradition when you yielded. I said no such thing.”

  She quietly panted and he could feel her gauging whether to make atempt. Even through her stoicism, the pain of the colr was too much. He leaned down gathering her robe up, pulling it up along her legs. She went rigid then tried to sh out. He shocked her. He gathered the robes again. She moved. He shocked her. They pyed this game several times, with her growing weaker every iteration.

  Finaly he was able to pull her robe up over her ass. The same paared back at him. The same ass he’d smacked ba p. He could feel her, reag out with her Focus as well, again trying to calm his hungers. Just looking at her ass, and the thin fabric c it stirred passions in him he could not wait to unleash. She sehis, felt his hunger, his want, his o be in her, and shuddered. She ying with fire. By opening her Focus to him she’d allowed him to i her, tickles of want and desire bled into her.

  He grabbed her hips suddenly and she gasped. No man had ever dohis to her before. He could se through the Focus. She was indignant, horrified, and just a touch… aroused. She mumbled her mantras as his hands traced the hem of her uhings. When his hot burning fingers moved to her ihigh she tried to move again and was shocked.

  The fight was now gone. He could sehat she wao get through this as quickly as possible. It didn’t surprise him that she’d never been fucked before. Furies were trained young, taught to bee stoic, that feelings lied, and so it was no wohat nearly all of them had asted pleasures of the flesh. He guessed her to be ihirties and thought what a long time to go before having sex.

  His fingers stopped trag the panties, and slipped inside, uhe hem on each side. She tensed, and he ripped each hand apart, letting his strength alone shred them. Her breathing quied and he knew, no man had ever seen her like this, spread and bare.

  Taking his time Kaster unfastened his belt, letting the buckle jangle and fill the room with noise. Her fear and desire grew, and he helped it with nudges of his own Focus. So much for being a stoic, he thought, she was a plete mess with emotions bleeding out loudly.

  Leaning down into her he exhaled hot breath down the valley of her ass. She groaned and shuddered but dared not do more than that. He breathed out agaiing the tickle of his hot breath caress her pussy. She squirmed and tried to close her legs, he stopped her, pressing a hand against eaee. He wanted her to feel him behind her, staring into her, knowing he was looking at her bare t.

  Reag up he grabbed her, hard and rough. She yelped, trying to sound like a driven warrior, but ing out shrill. As he expected she was damp slig his fingers as he gripped her cruelly. He was surprised to find her bush trimmed. He’d expected the wild forests of the frontier. He ground his fingers and palm against her, squeezing her, crushing her, giving her t the rough treatment it had never received before. She let slip a series of stuttering moans and pleaded for him to stop. And he felt her fear, knowing she was about to be vioted, hating how low it made her, quered her. But still, that tickle remaihat hunger as her body betrayed her, desperately wao feel alive.

  He opened himself up to her and revealed every lurid thought. She pushed in, trying to sate his needs, trying to calm his fires. He flooded her with a thousand images of them fug in every position known, the joys he would feel with her ed around his cock, and the ecstasy of him climaxing inside her. She shifted her Focus trying to defend herself from the myriad images. It fractured her resolve, diluted her Focus, and he overwhelmed her. She sighed, just at the thought of how it would make him feel.

  Uo hold bay more he pressed his ag cock to her. He only id it dowween her ass cheeks, letting her feel its heat and need. She twisted, her ass grinding against him, fanning his fmes to new highs. Was she trying to escape? Overwhelmed by his Focus? He didn’t care, he basked in the feel of her burning flesh pressed to his.

  Gripping his prick like the pommel of a WaveBde he shifted it, aimed it up into her. She locked up. He delighted in her worry, disgust, shame, and curiosity. Rather than plunge right in he decided to torment her more, spping his cock up against her lips, letting the wet noises fill the room.

  “You are so fug wet. You’ve waited a lifetime for this haven’t you?”

  “No,” she moaned only half lying.

  He spped it against her a few more times, delighting when she ground back against him. She was an unfocused mess, almost unaware of how her body was reag. He rode her Focus the same way he was riding her body, and in a moment both would fuse.

  He aimed up into her and plunged forward. While doing so he bsted his Focus into her, making her experience what he was feeling. She was getting fucked and fug herself at the same time. She cried out in both agony and pleasure at once. Her defenses came pletely apart. He slid easily in her wet tuo his hilt, as she gasped at how full she was, how natural, exquisite, and vioting it felt.

  His hands went to her hips as she bucked, both trying to escape a him deeper in her. Flesh oozed between fingers as he gripped her hard and began smming into her. She grunted with every strike deep inside. Her gasps and cries being aatic frenzy. Jackhammering into her he rode her without mercy, fug her flesh and mind at once.

  She was noen book. He could feel her pleasure, her viotion, her need. As he fucked her, he could feel exactly what it was like to be fucked. Her asm came rushing quickly. She was his now. He o humiliate her, ensure she felt small before him.

  Before the climax could take her, he hissed, “Cum for me. Cum for me right now you filthy Fury slut.”

  And she cried out. He tinued riding her, but his own Focus shattered. He fucked, and was fucked, and asmed, and came, shot his load, and received, all of it swirling in a mad frenzy. Blinding light and seized up muscles, howls, and screams.

  When it was done he y gasping atop her, spent. And he felt her lying crushed beh him filled and dripping and whole and battered and shamed. He pushed himself off her letting his spunk spill out dowhighs. Pantiepped back to see his work. He decided this was his best art yet, he’d aken a Fury before.

  Pantiold her, “Go back to your cell.”

  Through the Focus he could see her shame, the afterglow of an unwanted climax, her humiliation, degradation, and utter inferiority. She got up with shaky legs and shuffled through the on room with her head hung.

  “Wait,” he said.

  Indy-Ra froze, afraid of what he might wa.

  “Leave the robes.”