An Apology ( version)

"Sorry about all that." Captain Lexa says as she locks the door to the storage room; a bead of ice-cold sweat runs down my naked back— this room is locked by key, and she has it. "It's true there's been more smuggling. The mayor has been breathing down my neck over it. With the election coming I need to make it look like the guard is trying."

Of course, the captain uses this 'crisis' as an excuse to again expose my body and embarrass me. I should have never come back to this goddess-forsaken town.

The redheaded elf stalks toward me wearing a Machiavellian grin. Once she's too close to my nude body for comfort, Lexa's hand wraps around my cock, and my breath hitches at the unsolicited sexual contact.

"What— what are you—?!" I stammer.

"I've had such a long week…And I need a little fun right now." Her hand starts slowly pumping up and down my shaft. "I suppose that would be big fun."

I'm not ready for this, I didn't ask, but the sparkle in her emerald eyes says she's enjoying it, even though I don't. Then again, the only time the captain seems to be happy around me is when I'm naked and embarrassed.

"You can't be doing this." I grunt, as she hastens her strokes.

"What? You don't like this?"

"What? No, I, mean…" what do I mean? It physically feels pleasurable, yes, but… something is wrong. Very wrong.

"Shut up. Too much obnoxious chatter doesn't suit a winsome man like yourself."

After a few more strokes, Lexa shoves me against the back wall, and without my boots on, the corrupt guard looms over me. As I'm pressed hard against the frigid stone wall behind me, she lowers her pants and teases my cock across the surface of her clean-shaven vulva, unconcerned by my lack of reciprocation. Her juices drip down my hips and groin, while her strong, calloused hands hold me against the wall.

That's when it hits me: I'm being ****.

"Ugh, stop. Please— stop!"

"What do you mean? I'm just having some fun." She says, a predatory smile decorating her visage as she grinds me against my will. The feelings down there are deeply unpleasant, but that doesn't stop my body from reacting; my erection grows harder and begins to twitch.

When I try to back away— escape her, I receive the harsh reminder that I'm locked alone with her in a cold, dark, room. Cornered, with nowhere to run. "Cease! I don't want this!"

"Do you actually think that what you want matters to me? You're hung like a horse, and I want you— regardless of whether you're willing." She says, going down on her knees. Her lips wrap around the tip of my cock and her tongue then teases my sensitive head. As I stifle a moan, she begins using both hands to stroke my shaft. Panting, violated and scared, I try to pull away from her rapacious embrace, try to escape this vile sensation. Suddenly, one of her hands grips my balls, "If you call for help, I will squeeze."

I'm frozen stiff, Lexa isn't yet applying the pressure of her threat, but a jolt of pain surges through my loins anyway— I can't even use magic to break free now. Satisfied with my **** compliance, the captain begins to lick my penis once again, focusing her efforts around the base and working her way up. My breathing quickens in a cocktail of many negative emotions, as she uses her unoccupied hand to pleasure herself.

Her head plunges down my shaft, and begins bobbing up and down for a few seconds before I finally, shamefully, ejaculate into her mouth, coughing as I orgasm. I feel a teardrop run down my cheek from the pain and violation.

Having finished her ****, Lexa removes her mouth from my shaft and swallows. Her only comment after releasing her ****-grip on my genitals is: "Get dressed."

There's a deep sense of shame as I grab my vestments from the far side of the storeroom. A few questions burn in my mind while the corrupt guard watches me dress— was I her first victim? If not, then were the others more willing?

And…

Why don't I feel clean?