Husband

Finally, the man made up his mind and revealed himself, he was a fat ugly man with a large nose and a bald head.

Noble: "I'll be your husband, because you're so beautiful and I need a woman to warm my bed."

He said with a sickening smile. Nowa wanted to vomit at the thought of being married to this man, let alone having him touch her.

The man led her to a grand bedroom, adorned with expensive fabrics and more expensive artwork. The bed itself was massive, fit for a king, and Nowa was **** to climb onto it, her chains clinking loudly against the posts. The man climbed in beside her, his sweaty body making her want to gag.

Noble: "You're so beautiful!"

He whispered, tracing his fat, ugly fingers down her arm.

Noble: "I'm going to make you feel so good."

His breath reeked of ****, and she could feel his erection pressing against her hip. She tried to squirm away, but the chains held her firmly in place.

The man began to kiss and grope her, his hands moving roughly over her body. Nowa bit her lip, tears streaming down her face, as he roughly tore off her clothes, leaving her completely naked. He pushed his body against hers, grinding his hips against her, and she winced in pain as he **** himself inside her.

Noble: "Ahhhh, yes!"

He moaned, his breath hot and foul in her ear.

Noble: "That's it, my little pet. Take your master's cock."

Nowa closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the disgusting sensation of his body moving inside hers. His hands dug into her hips, forcing her to take his weight as he thrust deeper and harder. She winced with each brutal stroke, tears streaming down her face. The chains bit into her wrists, leaving painful welts as she struggled to escape his grasp.

Outside, the night sky was lit up with the sounds of laughter and music, completely unaware of the suffering going on within the castle walls. Nowa wished desperately that she could be anywhere else, that she could find a way to escape this monster's clutches. But she knew it was useless; there was nowhere for her to go, no one who would help her. She was trapped.

The man continued to pound into her, his breathing growing heavier and more labored. He seemed to think that he was pleasuring her, but she felt nothing but pain and revulsion. Her body ached, her wrists burned from the chains, and her mind was filled with a sense of utter despair. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the feel of his sweaty skin and the smell of his breath as he grunted and thrust deeper inside her.

Outside, the party raged on, oblivious to the horrors taking place within the castle. Nowa wished desperately that she could somehow get their attention, that someone would come and rescue her from this living nightmare. But she knew it was futile; they were all too engrossed in their own revelry to notice her suffering.

The fat man continued to thrust into her, his movements growing more erratic and forceful. His sweaty body slammed against hers, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing in the chamber like a **** knell. Nowa bit down on her lip, trying to stifle the cries of pain that threatened to escape her throat. She felt like she was being torn in half, her body betraying her at every turn.

The man finally released a hoarse cry, his body tense as he emptied himself inside her. He collapsed onto her, his weight crushing the air from her lungs. Nowa lay there, trembling and sobbing, the chains digging painfully into her wrists. She could feel his disgusting seed leaking from her, sticky and warm against her skin.

He lay there for several long moments, panting heavily. Finally, he rolled off her, flopping to the side like a beached whale. Nowa tried to pull her legs up to her chest, hoping to at least find some small measure of comfort. But the chains prevented her from doing so, forcing her to remain spread-eagled on the bed, helpless and exposed.