⚠️ [Trigger warning] ⚠️

Phlague

He watched with a dark, sadistic look in his eyes as the Dralan's Mihrisa dangled unconsciously from the chains that held her up. The flickering flames from the torches that cast a tenebrous aura to the room were playing with the shadows that hit her completely naked body. Her red hair - matte and soiled from getting dragged across the mountains - laid flatly against her forehead and back and stuck to her clean, pure body.

A body that would not be pure for much longer.

The concupiscence glow in Phlague's eyes intensified. This female had the most succulent body he had seen in a while. Her breasts were exquisite. Full, round and heavy, with nipples so small, pink and delicate. Rose colored and pebbling in the bare air that hit them, they were a sore sight to behold.

Her buttocks, however, was what had Phlague's fullest attention. He had never seen two globes so fine and so lush in all of the kingdom. He had already, more than six times in her unconsciousness, envisioned himself spreading them with the palms of his hands and thrusting himself into her rear while she screamed for him to stop. The sound, thought not even there yet, was euphonious to him, and had Phlague rolling his shoulder blades to ease him his impatience.

After all, you couldn't play until both parties were awake to hear the rules. Rules were what made the game interesting, and rules were what he was going to teach her.

Until she would never forget them.

As he watched the female dangle lifelessly in her chains, he couldn't help but let out a mild scoff. It had been too easy. So easy, that when he heard of just how easy, he thought it had been an ambush. A luring trap.

But no. Nobody had come to her aid; the Dralan's Lathras had fallen dead at his followers feet, same as the single Kischmir that had been in her room. They had fought hard, but they had been gravely outnumbered. It had been just too easy.

The only one who had truly put up a fight was the stripped female he was currently glaring at. She had screamed and clawed and called for help, but his males had stricken her across the head and knocked her out before anyone in the fort could be alarmed. She had been out for hours, but now, as Phlague's eyes glinted with joy, he saw the female begin to stir, her fingers twitching and her eyelids fluttering. She finally opened them and looked around disoriented, instantly blinking in panic when she saw her surroundings, before her horrified eyes inevitably landed on him.

And then... she screamed.

Phlague closed his eyes and smiled as the female kept screaming, thrashing and rattling her chains. His cock hardened at that first sound of fear, the pitched barre of her voice realizing just who she was with.

The one they all feared.

Slowly opening his eyes again, he stood up off his leaned position against his table, then silently begun approaching the female, seeing her eyes widen even more and hearing her screams intensify. His ears were ringing by the time he stopped in front of her, and his cock was as hard as stone. The female whimpered when he calmly 'sshh'ed' at her, cupping her face. She flinched from his touch, but due to her restraints, couldn't pull away.

"Hello," He slowly said, his lips stretching into a maleficent smile. "Lady Kahtrina."

She whimpered at the sound of her name slithering across his lips and turned her head away from him, tried not to look at his scarred face. How terribly rude.

Grabbing her chin and yanking her head back, he stepped even closer until her supple breasts squeezed against his front. His cock twitched. "I said," He calmly hissed down at her, his face millimeters from hers, "Hello, Lady Kahtrina. Now you greet me back."

The female sobbed and closed her eyes, her bottom lip quivering. Dryly, he heard her speak under her faltering breath; "H-hello, P-Phlague."

"Mmmm," He hummed pleased and then lightly turned his lips to her cheek, pecking it with a kiss. He heard her whimper again. "I've been looking forward to meeting you, Lady Kahtrina. I've been told so many great things about you."

"I-I c-can say the s-same about y-you," She stammered back, shaking everywhere. He chuckled darkly at her. Oh, if she only knew how much those words pleased him...

"What have you heard of me?" He whispered, leaning all the way into her ear. "Tell me, female. Tell me all they've told you about me."

He licked the shell of her ear and felt the unmistakeable shudder go through her body, saw the disgust flash across her face, before she managed to compose herself. Such a fine female raised with values couldn't even let them go now when she was chained helplessly as meat to a predator. She remained as proper as she could, kept her back straight.

He would love to see how straight it would be when he was done with her.

"Please..." She whispered, small tears now rolling down her cheeks. Her voice was almost inaudible. "P-please... just let me go... I-I won't tell anyone, I'll--"

He loved when females begged. It was the single best sound from their lips, except for their screams. The stuttering and partial vocal paralysis was like lubricant, coating his desires slippery and more dangerously slick.

How many ways could he make her beg? Begging for her release. Begging for her life. Begging for him to fuck her.

The last one was the best. By the end of what she was about to go through, the far best thing she would have was his cock. As opposed to all that he'd do to her, she would be begging him for his cock instead of... well, anything else he might put in her.

"Pl-please..." She kept chanting, sobbing helplessly. "Sweet Miss, p-please..."

"Quiet." He told her and she shut up good. Her blood rank might have granted her the title 'Lady', but she was no different from all the other females. Terrified. Scared. Obsequiously obedient when they realized who was their master.

This was the only way they would remember. Get it through their heads. They all had to be taught that they could prance around in their dresses as much as they wanted, pretending to be free, but where they belonged was in a bed. Naked. Sitting on their fucking cocks.

The Dralan was a pussy when it came to this. He liked his females graced, poised and held up high, whereas Phlague didn't bother with the masquerade. It was all just unnecessary acting when they - at the end of the day - all knew where they truly belonged.

Beneath them.

Watching the Lady Kahtrina sob quietly, her eyes downcast and her bottom lip quivering, he decided it was time to begin the lesson. He had waited long enough and her prayers and pleas were a waste of oxygen she would need. Crucially.

Letting his eyes drop, he placed a single hand on her stomach and then circled around her, letting his hand slide along her skin. The Mihrisa whimpered and jerked in her cuffs, her chained feet rattling the locks. Stopping up behind her, he brought his hands to her back, to her hips. And then finally, to those two round globes.

Squeezing them slowly, he watched the plush globes swallow his fingertips at the same time he heard the Lady Kahtrina let out a cry. She followed it up with a heavy sob and he then watched as her head dropped. Ashamed.

Smirking, Phlague felt his cock throb harder. Not long now. He'd never been one to drag things out, but seen as this particular female was something else... something important... he was going to take his sweet time to incorporate the message into her. Thoroughly. Harshly. Brutally.

In the end, she wouldn't even know her own name. Only one.

His.

"Now..." He spoke into her ear, hearing her shudder at the hit of his voice digging into her skull. "I think it's time we get acquainted, little female. I've been looking so forward to this... haven't you? After all, you had to have known this would come," He slithered. She stopped breathing. "You've been feeding the Dralan, and anyone who supports him is an enemy of mine. And you, Mihrisa, have been too generous with your blood."

"Please, no," She croaked. "Please, I'll do any--"

He struck against her vein before she could even feel it coming. Her scream pierced into the high ceiling as he grabbed her body, cupping one hand between her legs, the one on a vice grip around her breast to keep her steady. She struggled against him as his teeth sunk deeper into her neck and yanked at her vein, ripping it open.

And then... pure euphoria.

Groaning in bliss, Phlague sucked the blood greedily from the female that kept crying, tasting the fear and purity all at once. It was a dangerous concoction that had his tastebuds flaming and burning until he felt like he was going to explode. His mind almost blacked out. She was that pure... untouched... not anymore.

With raw fingers, he pawed at her pink little pussy until he heard her scream again and then felt her writhe in his arms. In one sweet thrust, he pushed three fingers into her impossibly tight cünt, and then heard her screams rise threefold. She bashed in his hold and cried for mercy, cried for him to stop, cried for... help.

Stupid. Naïve. Easy.

With her blood pouring around his fingers, dripping down her inner thighs, this was his favorite moment; he could taste the purity leave her system, her blood changing taste on his tongue. The invasion his fingers had made... they didn't break her hymen, but they broke the unbroken doors to her virtuous temple. The place where no one had been. Curling his fingers inside her, she shrieked in pain and thrashed. Her legs shook and clamped around his hand, tried to stop him from getting what he wanted.

Wrong move.

Detaching himself from her neck, he pulled his hand out from between her thighs and let go of her breast. The female sobbed and lost balance, her knees giving out. They were clattering and the blood from between her legs was slowly making its way down to them. She hung limply from her chains, crying; He had hardly begun and the female had already broken. Her chin resting against her chest and her hair falling in drapes around her face, he merely heard her cry. Whisper prayers under her breath. Begging the Blithesome Miss to come rescue her.

With a deft movement, Phlague pulled her chains off the hook that held her up, and with a thud, the female fell to the floor, barely managing to brace herself. But it truly didn't matter; the next moment, she was forced onto her knees, her head yanked up by her hair.

She cried loudly, but then sucked in a shocked sound as she laid eyes on something. He knew exactly what it was. Phlague smirked slowly as he followed her gaze to his wall, sensing her heart drop. "Do you like my art, hm? I made it myself."

Strung up against the wall, the three females remained. Even situated behind her, he could sense the Lady Kahtrina's eyes take in the horror of the scene and make her own deductions. She saw the two females facing front, one on her knees. Her eyes, however, settled on the youngest female, who still remained facing inwards towards the wall, ass sticking out.

But unlike last week where he asked them the simple question, they weren't untouched and stoic. One of them had cracked. Literally.

From the young females ass, a trail of dried blood lingered and the tissue around her sphincter was red and irritated. Down her thighs, just like with the Lady herself, traces of blood could be seen; She had given in to the thirst of blood and gotten her fill in every sense of the phrase.

Now... she was barely standing, her wrists distorted from hanging from her cuffs for too long, unsupported. It was only a matter of time before she broke them. But that wasn't his problem.

"Well?" He asked the female before him who still hadn't replied. "What do you think?"

The Lady Kahtrina still on her knees lowered her head and looked away, choked on a sob. With a shaking voice, she barely managed to utter the words. "Y-y-you're a m-monster."

Yanking on her hair again, Phlague strung her head back and caused her to let out a cry. Leaning in over her, he then grabbed her tit again, squeezing it hard. "I am your master. What happened to them," He pulled on her hair again and made her look at them. "will be nothing compared to what I'll do to you, female. Know that."

And then, he drew back from her, just in time to hear her choke on something before he thrust her face into he floor, hearing her now cry out again as something cracked. Immediately, her body started to sway, her back and knees giving out.

With a firm hand, he kept her ass up. And then, while she floated on the cusp of consciousness and blackness, he freed himself from the confinement of his pants and rammed into her.

- Even The Blithesome Miss would've heard her scream.

And he had only just begun.