Merille Debauched Adventure – Chapter 1 [fantasy][dubcon][orgasm denial][submission][degradation][creampie]

Six bandits stood around Merille in a suffocating circle, the gazes blazing with lustful yearning. One of them licked his lip while a few others snickered as their eyes roamed her feminine curves and youthful body.

Candlelight flickered beyond the wall of men. From the look of the walls and ceiling, they were inside a cellar of some sort. It was stuffy.

The feeling of humid air directly on her flesh made her realize that she was completely naked. Merille tried to cover herself, but coarse rope bound her wrists firmly behind her back. The realization caused her pink nipple to stiffen before a familiar, dreadful heat uncoiled inside her.

*Fuck! This is really bad!* Panic rose in her gut, knowing exactly what the men planned to do to her.

“Look what we caught today, boys!” one of the men bellowed, his long, golden beard jittering with his laughter.

The middle-aged man squatted, his masculine body looming over her. His deep blue eyes glinted with lustful delight. Sulas was the target of her hunt. The leader of a small bandit gang — the Diamond Dagger or DD for short.

As a well-trained hunter, Merille could have taken all six of them out easily…if not for the fucking trap they had set for her. Somehow they knew she was coming and waited in ambush. But the raven-haired hunter did not go down without a fight.

Merille fought as hard as she could through the effect of the sleeping gas they bombarded her with. Her dark gaze shifted from bandit to bandit, examining the black eyes and bruises on their faces.

Then she looked up at Sulas and smirked. “Untie me, and we can go again. See if you stand a chance without the drug to help you.”

The leader combed a hand through his long blond hair, cocking a brow. He looked up at his men then said, “The fucking bitch still wants to fight!”

The bandits laughed then jeered. Some of them even started kicking her lightly, shoving their feet against her supple flesh.

Anger rose within her, along with a tingling in her core. Merille did not want to accept it, but dreadful pleasure had ignited in her loin from the humiliating treatments. Wetness already seeped between her legs, forcing her to squeeze her thighs together to hide the arousal.

“And why would we want to fight you?” Sulas asked, looking down at her. “We already have you tied up like a chicken waiting to be *skewered,*” he snickered and elbowed one of his men. “Skewer…See what I did there?”

“We’ll *skewer* her, alright!” the one next to Sulas said.

Another man shoved a foot against her ass and exclaimed, “I will *skewer* you good, bitch!” A wicked grin parted his lips to reveal a broken tooth that she probably smashed during the fight.

A shudder lanced up her spine as fear and lust somehow melded into lustful anticipation. Her heart thudded violently at the sight of swollen bulges in their pants.

Merille needed to fight back, to struggle, to resist her desire. But her body felt heavy, and her throat parched. The scent of their musk made her head spin, causing her pussy to twitch with overwhelming need.

A powerful hand forced her legs apart when Sulas lodged himself between her legs. The hunter could tuck in her leg and strike at his chin from this position. She could knock him out and might possibly create a chance to escape.

But her legs lay trembling at his side and spread wide as if inviting the men to look at her slick folds. With arms bound behind her, turning on her back forced her breasts to jut upward like she willingly flaunted them at the bandits.

“Look at that!” the leader said, eyeing the dripping wetness between her legs. “The bitch is already soaked like cock-craved whore.”

His blue eyes shifted to meet hers, and he licked his lips. “Getting horny from this? Aren’t you just a fucking masochistic bitch?”

“I am not–Nghhh!” Merille started then clamped her mouth shut when the bandit rammed two fingers in her pussy.

“You’re overflowing over here, bitch.” He thrust in and out of her forcefully while curling his fingers to put pressure on the sensitive spot on her pliable wall.

Wet sloshes grew louder as Salus continued his savage pace. As much as the hunter tried to deny it, her body reacted to the forced pleasure with wanton eagerness. Her hips bucked against his assault and her breath hitched every time he found her needy spot.

Lustful craving overwhelmed her thoughts as heat intensified in her core. Obscene moans drifted from her gasping lips and her petite body began to convulse.

*I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum on this bastard’s finger! Fuck!*

Salus pulled away a heartbeat from her eruption, leaving Merille tethering on the verge of release. She thrust her hips desperately, searching and groaning for his thick digits.

“Do you want to cum, bitch?” his gruff voice drifted over her like a dreadful invitation.

Tears welled in her eyes as the hunter watched a sadistic grin curled his bearded lips. She clenched her jaw, biting back the plea from bubbling out. His fingers were slick with her juice when he licked them.

The bandit would keep going. Teasing her to the edge of climax and leaving her there again and again until she begged. Until she succumbed to their lust. Until she became nothing but a living sleeve for their cocks.

Merille knew. It was how she was broken before and the torture would be her downfall once more.

*No! I can’t become that again. I…*

His fingers plunged into her twitching folds, cutting out any coherent thoughts. Her pussy contracted around him eagerly. Every thrust dug up one depraved memory after another until all that filled her mind was the yearning and pleasure of submission.

She moaned louder. Dignity and pride melted away in the heat of lust. Before long, Merille rocked into him, churning her hips in sync with his movement.

Her loin burned in smoldering inferno of carnal desire. Her eyes squeezed shut, and obscene gasps came in short, shallow breaths.

Then Salus was gone again, leaving her with nothing but throbbing ecstasy that slowly ate away at her sanity.

“No! Please!” she cried out, thrashing her hips wildly.

“No? What do you mean, no?” the leader chuckled, clearly enjoying her desperation. “Are you saying you want to cum, bitch?”

“I-I…” the hunter started and bit her lip. Indecent pleas roiled in her heaving chest as duty fought desire.

Salus pushed into her for the third time, but instead of frantically rutting his wrist, he stroked her inner wall at a leisure pace. Each time he drew out, the bandit made sure to press hard into her sensitive place.

“Ohhhh…Ahhh…Pl-Please…” she whimpered, rolling her cunt into his teasing touch.

“You like me to push here?” the bandit asked, then curled his fingers more forcefully.

“Nghhh!”Her ass lifted high off the floor as she jerked with intense pleasure. “No! Please. Please stop…stop teasing me!”

“You know what to do for me to stop, don’t yer?”

Merille chewed on her lip, resolve crumbling rapidly with each lazy stroke. “Pl-Please…” she started after a moment.

“I’m listening,” Salus said, holding her in the air with fingers in her cunt.

“Please…Please let me…Let me cum…Please…” she whimpered.

Tears trickled down the side of her flushed face as chuckles, and vulgar jeering filled the cellar at her begging. The men’s cocks swelled within their pants almost to the point of popping free, and her heart raced at the sight of it.

“Yeah? And how do you want me to do it?” the leader asked, flexing his digits inside her to snap her attention back to him.

The question snaked up her spine with dark, shuddering memories. It was the same question they used to break her will. The same question that made her beg like a bitch in heat. The same question that had only one right answer.

Her mouth opened, but no word came out. Then the hunter gulped. *He will keep going until I submit. Until I break. I-I have no other choice.*

She glanced around at lust-filled faces of the men through teary eyes. “Please…Please make me cum…make me cum with your cock.” Then repeated more loudly because that was how they had trained her, “please make me cum with your cocks!”

Laughter burst from the bandits like a barrage of degrading waves. “Did you hear that, boys? The bitch wants our cocks! She wants to get fuck by all of us. Is that right, bitch?”

“Y-Yes! I want all of your cocks! Please…Please fuck me!” she pleaded, finally losing control of herself.

“That’s a good bitch,” Salus chuckled and removed his fingers from inside her.

Merille fell back on the floor, her legs shaking and her pussy throbbing. Wetness oozed out of her needy slit at the rustling sound of his pants. A heartbeat later, his fat pulsating length sprang free between her legs.

His engorged crown dripped with precum, and thick veins bulged along his shaft, adding a grotesque discoloration to its tan skin. It bobbed as if eager to enter her warm, wet hole.

A sharp spike of panic shot through her gut, knowing what that grotesque thing could do to her. The same thing happened before, and Merille nearly drowned in the whirlpool of lust for eternity.

But her body wanted *it*…needed to feel *it* between her folds.

“Fuck me! Fuck me, please! I’ll be your bitch…I’ll do whatever you want! Just fuck me!” she cried for him, for his cock, for his savage lust.

Salus surged into her with a sinister grin. His thick cock parted her slit and rammed balls deep into her depth effortlessly. Pleasure reverberated across her petite frame like an avalanche that consumed every coherent thought from her mind.

“Ohhhh! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Merille moaned, rocking her hips against his intruding length desperately.

Without a word, the leader slammed into her over and over. His heavy sack slapped against her clenching anus, sending ripples of ecstasy to every nook of her supple flesh.

“You like that, bitch? You like my cock stirring up your insides?” the bandit panted against her ear.

“Yes! Ohhh yes! I love cocks! Your cock makes me feel soooo gooood.” She locked her ankles behind him then rutted herself into his thrust for emphasis.

“The hunter turns out to be just a fucking whore, ain’t she?” someone commented and coaxed roaring laughter from the men.

*I’m a whore…Yes, I am a whore. I haven’t escaped their control even after all these years.* Merille thought, surrendering herself to the feral need that had returned like a dominant leash around her heart.

Wet clashing of flesh rang out in frantic beats as Salus took her deeply and savagely. Her body convulsed beneath him, and a scream of ecstasy bellowed out of her gasping lips.

The orgasm burst with a sudden eruption, sending every muscle in her body into violent spasms. The hunter gushed all over Salus as she clenched around his rutting hardness. Pleasure washed over her in powerful, blissful waves.

Heat bloomed in her womb a few thrusts later when the bandit tensed up above her prone body. His cock gyrated within her, spraying his seed in thick, smoldering jets. Warmth radiated through her core as her pussy milked him with starving greediness.

Euphoria flooded her thoughts, drowning out reasons and responsibilities.

Salus withdrew from her twitching folds a minute later, and Merille groaned. “More…” she croaked. “Fill me up…Fuck me more…” She squirmed on the floor, feeling lost without something to plug the emptiness between her legs.

“Oh, don’t worry, bitch,” the leader chuckled. “We’ll make sure you get yer fill.”

Her teary gaze found the suffocating circle of men. They were naked now and their cocks were hard and ready to plunder her flesh. Those throbbing lengths of different shapes and sizes would find their way inside her youthful body within the hour.

Merille licked her lips before a drunken smile curled her lips. “Make me your bitch…” she purred.

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