Gertrude's Pain II

Gertrude’s life had become a nightmare. She could not tell the exact amount of time it had been months since the beastmen destroyed her village and one carried her off as a prize but it had been at least months and almost every night she had to suffer the abuses of her captor. Her happy life as a young peasant had been destroyed, now she was nothing but a slave to a monster, a way for a brutish beast to fulfill his lustful desires. She was always terrified, in pain and confused. She knew not where she had been taken, some primitive camp deep in the woods or how long it had been since she was taken. She could not understand her captors strange language but she knew that the other beastmen looked at her with malice and that the only thing keeping her alive was their respect for the strength of the beastman who took her and his own desire for her body. That was all that kept her alive, her beautiful body. Her small pretty mouth and nose, her large round breasts and her long, curly golden hair all the things that had turned the heads of the village boys was now the only thing stopping her from being killed. The beastman did not care that her abduction had made her body dirty and her hair matted and unkempt. She was still beautiful, the prime example of a pretty middenlander who had just become a woman, for the beastmen it was something to be defiled and so it was defiled. The first nights were the hardest as Gertrude’s abductor had enough interest in his new captive to rape two or even three times a night and she was unused to such intrusion, especially when her asshole was broken in for the first time. Furthermore, her vain attempts to hold off her rapist were met with harsh blows. But now, after months of violation, Gertrude did not attempt to resist, she did not have the will or strength, so she simply laid still and let it happen. Wondering why Sigmar and Ulric had abandoned her to this fate.

So it was that night. Gertrude was huddled near the campfire, her legs pressed up against her chest when she heard her captor approach, his hard hooves crushing twigs and leaves underfoot. She turned her head and gazed up. The beastman was muscular and Gertrude thought sadly on how if his physique was upon a normal, kind human she would be in love. But instead it was upon a vile half-animal half-human monster and any chance of love Gertrude had would be forever ruined. Even in the miraculous event that she escaped, who could love her after this? She thought herself ruined, this monster had taken her virginity, had defiled her in more ways she thought possible and made her into his whore. She was forever tainted in her own mind, a slut for daemons. The beastman was currently removing its loincloth and few pieces of rusted armor. Knowing what he wanted Gertrude reluctantly got herself on her arms and knees, her rump presented up in the air for fucking, hoping only that it would be quick. The Gor moved over and positioned himself at her rear, lining his cock up with her asshole he gave a wicked grin as he stared down at the two delicious holes this imperial bitch had, illuminated by the campfire and just waiting to be filled by their new master. When Gertrude felt the cock-head butt against her asshole her eyes went wide with shock as she realized the great pain that was coming but she quickly accepted what was coming, slowly moving her head and arms down on the ground so her back was arched and positioned for easier entry. The beastman spat down, dribbling saliva on her bare asshole for lube and then rammed himself into her ass.

Gertrude winced at the penetration but she knew there was nothing she could do but let it happen. She simply remained still and stared out into the distance as the monster began to make regular thrusts, getting as much of his cock into her as he can. It was painful for her; repeated use had loosened her asshole over the past months but it was still too small compared to the beastman’s large manhood and so every thrust brought forth more and more pain as more of her asshole stretched as wide as it could go. Despite the pain, Gertrude barely reacted, making only the occasional small groan while the Beastman moaned and brayed often, beside himself with pleasure. He reached a calloused hand below Gertrude and grasped at her left tit, he rolled her large nipple between two fingers and held the hefty smooth mound in his hand. His other hand was also busy, infatuated with Gertrude’s hair, it twirled and caressed her curly, golden locks on anyone kinder it would be a romantic gesture but that night it was simply another sign of animalistic lust and predation. The rape went for a long while and Getrude tried to focus her mind on anything else, the tree in the distance, the crackle of the fire, anything other then the large cock rammed up her ass but it was impossible. But to her shock, as the pounding went on she began to relax, perhaps the pain had gone for so long she stopped noticing it or her asshole had loosened up enough for, it horrified her, her body beginning to accept being violated but once again, there was nothing she could do. This was her life now. A hole to be filled. Once again she wondered why she had been given this fate? Was she not a good, pious girl? She kept herself pure for all 18 years of her life only to be rewarded with pain for it. Where was the armies of the Empire to save her? Did the gods not care? Finally, a dark part of her soul gave an answer. If she is abandoned to be a whore, then a whore she shall be, if all that awaits her is pain, she will at least take pleasure from it. Gertrude gave up on her last bit of purity. She moved a hand down between her thighs and began to rub her clitoris while also grinding against the Beastman who broke her. The sudden eagerness surprised him but he accepted it without complaint and began to drive faster into her ass. In a sudden display of lust Gertrude matched his speed, desiring to be fucked hard and treated like the whore she has become. With the sudden participation of his partner the beastman came quickly, cum flowed into Gertrude and for the first time in months she smiled as she felt her ass filled up with hot sperm. The Gor withdrew and moved to the opposite side of the campfire to pick up a haunch of meat, his interest quickly gone. Gertrude remained in her position, savored the feeling of cum dripping out of her gaping wide asshole. She was grinning ear to ear now, her hand still rubbing her clit, her other hand reached back to her asshole and picked up a drop of cum on a finger, as she sucked it down she remembered how disgusted of it she was, afraid she would be impregnated, now she hoped there was already new life put into her by her monstrous lover, now she thought she was finally clear of mind. Gertrude accepted that she would devote her life to pleasure, that she would satisfy her bestial master with her body and love doing it. Somehow, somewhere within her, she heard the name Slaanesh whispered.