Pinkamena x Anon

Anonymous
02/18/14(Tue)01:37 No.16362828
>Day 4of your captivity
>Your arms are still on fire from the dozens of small cuts this madmare has left on them during her violent rape sessions
>Her frenzied giggles still echo in your mind as she had ridden you to orgasm
>she only fed you once a day
>barely
>Your resolve was still strong though; somehow you would escape this nightmare
>the door creaks
>shit she's back, knife in her mouth
>itkeepshappening.gif

>day 9 of your captivity
>a new problem has begun to show itself
>bedsores hurt like a bitch
>you could feel your resolve to escape starting to erode
>your violent punishment for your two previous attempts had taken their toll
>when will this suffering end




>day 15 of your captivity
>of so you thought
>the days were blending together now
>the door creaks
>Pinkamena was back for more
>though maybe it wasnt so bad
>when she was here, at least you weren't alone anymore
>the cold steel punctures your flesh again as she mounts you
>it almost felt good these days
>she giggles as she slides the knife just a bit deeper
>her laugh sounded a lot nicer once you got used to it

>you had no idea how long you'd been here anymore
>you didn't care
>you could barely remember what life was like before she had taken you as her own little fucktoy
>it didn't matter
>all that mattered was pleasing Pinkamena
>you were feeling kind of sluggish now compared to before
>probably all the blood loss
>whatever
>the door opens
>there she is
>your reason for living
>you loved her so much
>and she loved you
>she wouldn't have kept you so long if she didn't
>you begged her to start her work on your battered body
>she complied, gazing right into your eyes as she sliced you open once more
>how could you have ever lived without this


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>you knew you probably didn't have much time left
>you frequently drifted in and out of conciousness anymore
>eating was too hard these days
>Pinkamena knew this too
>her visits now didnt even involve sex
>You could feel her sitting on the bed beside you
>turning your head took a Herculean effort but you did it damn it
"I love you Pinkamena"
>you choked out weakly
>she blinked back a tear
"Me too, Anon"
>she produces her trusty knife once more
>the look on her face is much more serious than usual
"You ready for one last party?"
>you nod, barely managing the motion
>the cold knife finds it's way to your throat
>she looks you in the eyes as she slides it across, the last of your lifeblood finally pouring out of you
"You were my very best friend, Nonny"
>the last of your strength fades
>it was worth it all to hear those word