To her (TW!)

He'd spent years taking beatings, listening to her prattle on about her religion and finally his moment was here. Her next attack was a bit too committed and he snatched her wrist, twisting and using her own momentum to fling her forward. Her muscular frame slammed into the table, rocking the sturdy wood but this time he gave her no chance to recover. His open palm struck the back of her head, dazing her and then he gripped her hair. Pulling her head back, he couldn't help the grin of satisfaction that rose in him as he slammed her head into the table again and again until she slumped.

Once she was still, he stepped back, leaving her draped over the table for the moment. Looking towards the door, he shook his head as he mused on the futility of escape. "Thirty guards at least, between here and the exit. There's only one escape from here." He rumbled to himself. "Only question is, how to make sure they kill me this time." It should have been a sobering thought, but he was too caught up in the excitement of even a moment's freedom.

Glancing back at the **** paladin, his expression darkened as she provided the answer, even while ****. He'd have been the first to admit she was beautiful, in the same way a tiger was majestic, so long as it had a full belly and there was a sturdy wall to hide behind. And now that beauty would serve him well enough.

His fingers were thick and a harsh tug was enough to pull the woman's loose pants down, revealing the taunt muscular ass beneath. He was on a mission, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy what he did, caressing the paladin's ass, before dealing it a hard spank, watching the skin redden in response. He chuckled to himself at the sound of her **** moan. "Hetzing mondo way to go out."

He fished his cock out from the ragged prison clothes, slapping it against the **** woman's ass once before dragging it to her slit. She wasn't a small woman, towering over most human men, but his cock had come from his father's side, a beefy slab of bitch breaking meat designed to make women swoon or feint, and next to it she seemed downright petite.

Rob could have waited for her to awaken, but that wasn't the point of it. As much as he might relish fucking the bitch from her, she had to scream, to summon the guards so they could catch him in the act. So he reached down and took her finger, hesitating a moment and having to gather his courage.

He bent the digit back, and back, and back, until it broke with an audible snap. The paladin woke, screaming her pretty head off. Just when the sound had started to subside, he bucked his hips forward, impaling the woman dry.

It wasn't particularly comfortable for him, but it wasn't about comfort or pleasure, it was about ending the pain, once and for all. He drew back, closing his eyes, and driving forward once again, hearing her screams grow quiet. He had to admit, even dry, she was pleasant, struggling uselessly beneath him as she was, pinned to the table with a single heavy hand on her back. He kept the other hand gripping her damaged hand as he began to try and settle into a rhythm.

"Scream, bitch." He groaned, picking up the pace. She was no virgin but she was tight and to his surprise, he found she was starting to grow wet. He'd had many women by **** and had no illusions that the response was anything other than her body trying to ease the pain of the ****. He hardly considered that his problem, however.

What was a problem was that she refused to scream. As soon as he'd commanded her to do so, she'd shut up, giving no more than the soft, involuntary grunts he **** from her as he pounded her from behind. Annoyed, he took another finger, bending it backwards almost to the point the first had snapped at. "Scream. Or I break it, and then you'll scream." He growled into her ear. "Scream, and it will all be over."

She twisted to look at him, her eyes wide, as she shook her head desperately from side to side. The snap of her finger filled the room, even his thrusting forgotten in the moment. He watched as she clenched her eyes tightly shut, swallowing the pain through sheer **** of will.

He gave a growl at her stubbornness. "You said you saw my women. You think you're any stronger than them? Any better? You'll break like any of them. Is that what you want? To be my drooling fucktoy?" He drew his length free of her, watching the way her pussy gaped from the violation.

She didn't answer him, so he took a deep breath, and then pressed the head of his member against the dark pucker of her ass. "You're the one choosing this." He grumbled, holding so she could consider her options.

He couldn't imagine what was in her head when she kept quiet, but he had to admire the strength it must have taken to keep at it when he began pushing forward. He had to spit on his cock several times to get enough lubrication to make headway and it still wasn't enough to make it comfortable for him, much less the woman he was violating. Her puckered star had turned into a thin ring, ripping around him as he shoved the massive tool into her, inch by agonizing inch.

She still managed to keep from screaming, but he could hear the high-pitched whine of pain from her throat as he buried himself in her bowels. He didn't bother giving her a chance to adjust once he finally bottomed out inside her, pulling back and beginning to pound forward in aggressive thrusts that bruised her thighs as he slammed her into the table.

There was blood on his cock as he drew it back. There was an audible pop as he pulled entirely from her ass, leaving it to gape up at him. He couldn't deny the appeal of her toned frame, releasing her damaged hand to slide his meaty paw down her side, and then up, under the loose tunic. Her breasts were larger then he'd expected, firm with nipples that hardened into his palm pleasingly.

He shook his head, trying to **** himself back on track as he shoved his hips forward again, sheathing his tool in her rectum. He could feel her quiver with pain under him as he began stroking once more. He slowed down, taking his time and enjoying the way her ruined ass milked him. Whenever she'd quit squirming he'd deal a sharp spank to her ass to get her moving again, reddening the skin.

"I see how it is." He taunted. "All of this just because you were too proud to beg for my cock like a proper whore." His fingers snagged her braid and yanked back hard, watching her squirm with fresh enthusiasm with the motivation of the pain in her scalp. "Well don't worry, because I don't intend to leave this room until you're a proper fucktoy."

She gave a panicky noise, and the sight of her brought so low made him empty his first load deep into her bowels. Nothing could have been so pleasant as the first load after years in this hellhole. He kept his grip on her braid, tugging on it to make her milk every last drop from him.

With a sigh, he relaxed and went ahead and added his bladder to her bowels too. He could feel her cringe under him at the pain of the acid piss in her abused rectum. "Don't worry, fucktoy. You'll get used to the sensation. You'll experience it enough."