“This is supposed to be punishment,” he said softly. Then he twisted her nipples hard. She arched as the sudden pain intensified her arousal. He leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, raking his teeth over the sensitive nub of hard flesh. She arched again. He began chewing on her nipple, biting harder, as she writhed against him. Then he went to the other nipple, teasing, sucking, biting. She was writhing, moaning, her hips rocking against him. He had never had a woman respond like this. He pushed between her legs. She was dripping wet and hot.
“Punishment,” he whispered harshly as he lunged up, impaling her. She arched and screamed as the sudden pain of his savage thrust poured through her. Again. And again until he was completely in her. She was whimpering, trembling. He was huge! He began thrusting into her. She writhed and cried out. He hurt! The pain was sweet torture as her body convulsed in sudden orgasm. Still, he moved in her, forcing the entire massive length of his steel hard penis completely into her with each powerful stroke. She writhed and screamed and climaxed. He took her until his own massive orgasm pulsed hotly into her. He slowly withdrew from her quivering body. His hands roamed over her sweat soaked body, feeling her quivers of arousal. He leaned against her, crushing her body against the wall. “You take…punishment…well,” he whispered. She moaned softly. His hard body kept her aroused. He looked down at her, eyes gleaming. Then he backed away from her and pulled on his pants. He didn’t bother with the rest of his clothing. He left her fastened to the wall, his fluids coating her legs, watching her, as he barked an order. A soldier promptly appeared. He gave more orders. The soldier saluted and left. He went back to stand in front of her. Then he pinched her nipples hard, laughing softly as she moaned and writhed.
The soldier reappeared carrying a large tray. He set it on a table, saluted, and left. The huge man uncovered an array of plates, two cups, and wine. He picked up a plate and stood in front of her. She found her gaze held by his topaz eyes. He fed her bit by bit, giving her some of the wine. She found herself feeling more and more addicted to him. She licked his fingers slowly as he fed her, letting her arousal show. She quivered inside. She was naked, helpless. He’d used her hard. He was feeding her like a pet and she was so aroused that if she’d been free, she would have been climbing all over him. When she finished, he kissed her again, hard, insistent. She yielded, parting her lips under his.
Suddenly, she stiffened. A short cry escaped her. He saw her eyes widen and then roll back as a seizure gripped her. He saw the small spider run along her arm. She was thrashing, choking. He remembered the syringes. Hastily, he pulled out the pouch and took out one of them. He broke the seal and jabbed the syringe into her thigh, pushing the plunger to inject the drug. She convulsed for a few more seconds and then hung limp, unconscious. He released her, catching her limp body in his arms as he shouted for the doctor.
He laid her on his bed as the doctor appeared. When she finally came to, she was lying in his arms, held tight against his muscular chest. “I did not intend your…punishment…to be so severe,” he said softly. “You were bitten by a spider.” She saw the small pouch on the table.
“You used one?” she whispered. He nodded. “Thank you,” she murmured.
“Sleep awhile longer,” he said, a smile lightening his eyes, “your…punishment…is not finished.”
“Oh, good,” she breathed and sighed into sleep.
Two days later, he resumed her punishment. Her screams could be heard throughout the camp as his huge penis ravaged her willing body again and again. No one is surprised when he married her. And she joyfully accepted her punishment every night.
