A vindictive Helga.

You sob in horror as Helga’s voluminous body rises over the lip of the bed. Her eyes burn with anger, and several fresh cuts adorn her face from your would be saviour’s nails and teeth.

“So,” she growls, leaning her hands against the bed. “So, that is the way you want to play, is it? You wanted to make me mad? Let me get fucked by a monster? Is that it?” You quiver in your bonds, starkly reminding you of your helplessness to this woman. Helga had been amused before, but now she was furious. You quivered as she rose to her full height, generous chest yet heaving with adrenaline form the fight.

“What…what are you going to do to me?” you put forth hesitantly.

Helga’s lips curl with cruelty. “You tried to sick a monster on me?” she said reaching forward. You try to squirm away but she easily catches you, hefting your naked body over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Well, let’s see how you like it!”

You are treated a good look of Helga’s plump and dimpled ass cheeks as she carries you out the door. As you depart the room, you catch a look of worm’s crumpled form, still smiling even as blood pooled about his head. The wine stained floor of the empty inn rushes by, soon replaced by the damp brown of earth and freckled greenery of the forest. Helga drags you past the water pump from earlier, goose bumps rising from your flesh at the cold. Your captor doesn’t seem to mind as much, and she points out your lamentable position as you pass beneath the treeline.

“Poor little girl. Cold out here hmm? If you had just co-operated, we wouldn’t have to be doing this.” She swings you off her shoulder and onto the cold earth with a thump. Though the earth is soft, leaving tracks of mud all over your previously clean skin, you still have to bite back a cry of pain at the awkward way you fell. “I didn’t want this, you know,” your torturer muses as she props you up against a tree, skillfully tying you to it even as she laments. “All you had to do was admit you were a naughty girl. A whore who wanted to fuck my husband, and it would have been alright. Maybe,” she adds wistfully, “once I was sure you were trustworthy, I could have used you as a serving girl. I could always use the help.”

You hiss in disgust at the prospect. “I would never demean myself as much as work for you, hag,” you spit out.

“Well,” Helga says, cinching the knot holding you to the tree securely. “Not anymore. Instead,” she says, leaning forward. You turn your head away slightly, but gasp as you feel one of her plump fingers begin to tease your pussy lips. “You get to be a whore to some monster, if it doesn’t eat you outright.” You gasp despite yourself as Helga’s fingers slip into your love tunnel. A choked moan forces itself past your lips as Helga gently plays with your clit, rubbing you until you’re slick with arousal.

Only once you re good and soaked does she withdraw her fingers. Smirking, she slowly licks her digits of your honey. “Mmm,” she says, finger leaving her mouth with a **** pop. “Tasty. That’s going to get you company from miles around.” With a final vindictive cackle, Helga departs back towards the inn.

You shiver in the cold, legs rubbing together in vain attempts to satiate your abandoned arousal. Unable to even touch yourself and relieve the itch. Minutes drag by, your pale skin slowly turning pink in the cold. You try to move as much as you can, both to keep the blood pumping as well as to try and figure out a way out of the ropes. Helga was good at knots, you spitefully admit as your efforts continue to bear no fruit.

A rustle in the greenery has you snap your head around. Something is out there…