Samia is Given Away as a Prize

“So, you made it in time,” the guard said, looking her up and down and licking his lips. “No punishment is due. But I did made a promise to these fine young scumbags. Now to decide who gets their ten minutes with you.” He circled her, stroking the skin on her shoulders and cupping one of her breasts.

The guard laughed as he looked at the other prisoners, their eyes gleaming with greed and desire. They were all vying for a chance to spend time with Samia, to take advantage of her body that had been through so much. They looked so rough, so dirty. A couple of them were huge, they could probably break her in half.

Samia's heart raced as she wondered which of them would be chosen. She knew that any one of them could be dangerous, but she had to find a way to survive this ordeal.

“Alright,” the guard said. “Payne. You’re up.”

Payne stepped forward, smirking, while the other prisoners groaned. He was a tall, muscular man with a thick beard, and his eyes were filled with lust. Samia shuddered as he approached her, his gaze raking over her naked body.

The guard unlocked Payne's shackles.

"Your ten minutes starts now," the guard said. "I'll be coming to collect her when your time is up, whether you're done or not."

Samia was led to the small hut on the side of the mountain. She had to turn sideways to get through the door due to the yoke.

“What do you say, whore?” Payne asked, running a thick, calloused hand down her side. “Do you want me to make this quick and easy, or do you have a few tricks up your sleeve?”

Samia swallowed hard, trying not to let her fear show. She didn't know what kind of man she was dealing with, but she had to be smart. Her future depended on it.

“I can please you, however you want. Please, just don’t hurt me.”

Payne smiled cruelly, his eyes shining with greed. "Oh, I don't plan on hurting you, sweetheart. I just want to make sure you're going to enjoy it. As for your yoke, it's going to stay on. I like to play rough."

The hut was dimly lit, with only a single, flickering candle on the table in the centre of the room. The smell of stale sweat and old blankets filled the air.

Samia's heart pounded in her chest as Payne pinned her on her back on the bed, his body heavy on hers. She tried to struggle, but his strength and the yoke overpowered her. All she could do was lie on her back as he climbed on top of her.

Payne started with a rough kiss, his tongue darting into her mouth. She tasted the sweat and dirt on his lips, and it made her gag. She writhed beneath him, trying to push him away despite the yoke, but he held her down firmly.

She was trembling with fear, her body slick with sweat and tears. Payne ran his hands over her body, his touch rough and callous. He savoured the feel of her breasts, her nipples.

"You're going to beg for more, sweetheart," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "You're going to love every second of it."

Samia closed her eyes, trying to block out the sound of his voice, the feel of his hands on her skin. She thought of her family, of her home, of anything that could take her away from this moment.

But Payne was relentless, his hands exploring every inch of her body, his fingers finding the most sensitive spots. She writhed beneath him, her body responding to his touch, even as she fought against it. After a moment, her pussy betrayed her, and Payne chuckled as he fingered it.

"You see, sweetheart," he said, his voice low and taunting. "I know just how to make a girl like you beg for more."

She could feel his erection pressing against her, and she knew what was coming. She tried to brace herself, but he was already inside her, his thrusts rough and savage. She cried out, unable to move much due to the yoke.

But he didn't care. He continued to claim her, his hands gripping her hips, his mouth devouring hers. She tasted her own tears and sweat, mixed with the salty tang of his body.

Each thrust was hard, fast, furious. He didn't have long, and it seemed he wanted to finish inside her quickly.

As he continued to ravage her, she felt a strange sensation building inside her. It was a mix of pain and pleasure, a conflicting sensation that made her feel both violated and aroused. She wasn't sure whether to be disgusted or ashamed, but she knew she had to survive this.

He lifted her legs up so they rested on his shoulders, thrusting as deep in her as possible, and she couldn't help but let out a cry of **** pleasure. There were roars from the men outside as she continued to moan louder and louder at the pounding her pussy was taking.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he slammed into her one last time, and she felt a warm release inside her, a mixture of his seed and her own body fluids.

He pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty and violated. He wiped at his erection with a piece of cloth, and then, without another word, he got up and left the hut.