Wicked looking men surrounded her when she woke up on the floor. With her hands tied behind her back and naked, *the hunter* had become *the prey.*
One of the bandits crouched between her legs, his rough hand slithered across her shapely thigh, up the curve of her slender waist. She tried to twist away. To escape his repulsive touch. But more hands groped her, pinning her to the floor and spreading her legs wide.
He took one of her pert breasts in his callus palm and squeezed until a grunt of pain escaped her lips. “If you start begging, maybe we’ll be gentle,” he laughed, a hysterically haunting sound.
The other men followed their disgusting cackles while their hands explored her supple flesh. Kneading and stroking. And despite herself, arousal built within her core. Churning and growing into a smoldering need she could not control.
“D-Do your worst!” she snarled at the bandit, fighting back the submissive urge that threatened to seize control of her.
Her heart pounded when a dark smile parted his lips to reveal rows of yellow teeth. “That’s what I want to hear,” he chuckled.
Without warning, he drove into her. His hard cock slammed deep into her already sodden depth, coaxing a yelp of surprise and agonizing pleasure from her. He chuckled, watching pain and pleasure contorted her expression.
She wanted to scream, to fight back, to resist the overwhelming desire to beg for his dominance. Then he moved and white hot ecstasy wiped her mind of any thoughts, leaving behind only depraved lust.
A moan slipped from her gasping lips as her lithe body rocked with his vicious motion. Her soft mounds jiggled with his forceful thrust and her pink nipples stiffened with an ache for his cruel touch.
Instead, other men found her needy nubs and pinched. A tormented cry rumbled through her but instead of recoiling from the pain, she arched into it, urging, pleading, begging them for more abuse.
Their fingers tugged harder. Hard enough to make tears streak her flushed cheeks. Hard enough to make her convulse with a sudden surge of orgasm. She cried out again. This time in blissful release as ferocious spasms tore across her supple flesh.
They laughed at her. Jeered at her. Humiliated her for acting like a whore.
She smiled up at them. Her mind muddled with lust and perverted cravings. She wanted more. Needed more.
Then she felt the hot jet flood her womb when the bandit roared atop her. His muscles tensed and his cock jerked within her tight confines. She purred, savoring his copious heat and the sensation of his pulsation against her pliable walls.
He was gone a heartbeat later, leaving only the trickling remains of his load between her legs. She opened her mouth to beg for his return but a shadow fell upon her before she could voice her plea.
The new man nuzzled himself into her eager embrace instantly and she moaned in delight. He pounded her hard and fast. Fucking her as if she was nothing but a hole for his pleasure.
Through teary eyes, she saw the wicked glee on the faces of the bandits surrounding her. And she smiled, a drunken smile. They were going to keep using her, ravaging her until they were satisfied.
And she was going to lose herself in their feral lust with no hope of regaining her sense, her dignity or her pride.
She was their prey now and there was no going back.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/v28dkc/captured_and_dominated
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