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WitchFall The Trapped Man
“You think I’ve another man?” I didn’t want him. Much less any other after all the torment I’d experienced at his hands. “Who knows what you do when you’re not with me?” “Do you worry about it?” I was stunned at this hint of vulnerability. A strange note that may’ve been jealousy seeped into his voice. “I don’t wish to think on it.” “It disturbs you?” “Because you’re mine.” He said matter-of-factly. “It won’t matter. Soon enough your skin will be marred with my seed, and you’ll no longer be as fair as you are now. No longer be so desirable to the village lads. And I’ve plans for you one day. When you submit to me wholly.” “And if I don’t?” “You will.” “But if I didn’t?” “Then I’d likely pursue you forever. You, one woman, could probably charge me all I’d need with your power and the force of your will...If you were capable of that.” He ended quickly as if he’d given away too much. He dropped to his knees behind me and pushed one of mine forward so he could access my most in
WitchFall Another Girl to Save
My fear of what would happen to me down there was building. What if he didn’t let me go this time? What if he kept me here forever and no one ever knew where I was? Not that anyone would’ve come and got me anyway. It seemed that once Mathis claimed you were a witch you became his forever anyway. No one looks for you. No one yearns for you. No one mourns you. And God knows how long he keeps them to torture them. As we neared the doors to the dungeons, two of his huge lumbering ogres appeared. They were clothed loosely in what looked like servant’s clothes. But they barely spanned the length of the creatures’ hulking shoulders. The pants were torn around their calves. No one can believe there human. Not even close. But when they’d come to the Dining Hall, Mayor Marx hadn’t batted an eyelash when he saw them. Was he seeing something different then I did? Like how Mathis manages to disguise himself to every eye but mine. But, I reminded myself, there had been a time when I too
WitchFall The Stockade
“Go to it.” He said in a coaxing voice. Immediately, my instincts were screaming. I can’t do this! I knew what happened to people in the stocks. They were left out in public. Forced to be bent at the waist or on their knees. Their neck and wrists pinned between the notched wood and locked closed. And sometimes cruel people threw rotten food at them and persecuted them for whatever crime had led them to be there. Or for simple entertainment. It looked painful on one’s body to be in that position for so long. Terrifying to be locked in. And horrifying to have the indignity of being made into a public mockery. The last thing I wanted was to be in that thing. “Do you know what it’s for?” Mathis asked me darkly. “Public shaming.” My voice sounded choked even to my own ears. “You, who are so afraid of feeling shame.” He chuckled. “What an exciting experience, aye?” Exciting was the furthest thing from my mind. Terrifying. He was starting to circle me like a hungry vulture. His ch
WitchFall Voices in the Darkness
Mathis clearly had no intention of letting me go. He was still behind me. Straining to reach over me as he finished pushing down the locks that secured me into the giant block of wood. I reflexively pulled at it like a caged animal, but it had no give. The width of my head was far too large to let me pull backward. And it only brought me closer against Mathis’ chins. He growled in pleasure. Taking the time to circle around the front of the stockade, tugging my red hair from within the hole until it all poured down the side of my face. He caressed my cheek. “So, beautiful…” “Open.” I looked up at him. Unable to lift my head far enough to look at him. And resisting the urge to beg him to let me go. I knew he was talking about my mouth. But I didn’t want to open it. He lightly pinched my bottom lip and my chin. “Open those pretty lips for me, Spitfire. I want in that mouth.” I whimpered in objection. I jerked at the stockade, but it only resulted in causing rough splinters to scra
WitchFall His Way
“Where?” I whispered slowly. “What’s that?” Mathis asked. “I didn’t say anything!” I turned trying to talk to him but found I couldn’t bend to see him. It only made my hips swing to the side. But Mathis held them in place so they couldn’t go far. Catching them so firmly that his fingers nearly bit into the front of my pelvis as he lifted me off my knees and slammed me back down on my knees before him. I felt him straightening behind me and felt the hardness of his length rubbing along my crack. “Mmm…” He purred appreciatively. “You look so beautiful like this.” Vulnerable. Unable to fight him. His ideal prey. I thought bitterly. Feeling helpless and frustrated. As he no doubt intended me to. *** “Like what. Trapped in your stockade?” “On your knees, vulnerable…Mine to take.” He whispered. I was trying to focus on spotting the tiny gray light again but was having a hard time finding it. Then I felt the blunted tip of Mathis prodding my entrance. His slick body keeping mine
WitchFall Glimpses of Salvation
“You’re mine, Saria.” He whispered. As if hearing my thoughts. He angled up to grip the top of the stockade. Using it to pull himself forward and pressing the back of my body down until I thought he’d snap my spine or pierce from my stomach. But my body was somehow constructed in a way that it could survive his brutality. He knew what he could do to me, that would make me feel destroyed without having outward effects. He’ll harm me just to the point of killing me. “We’re here.” The little voices rose. “With you. Focus on us.” I tried to do what they said but the sense of hands on me and the strength of someone invading my body made it a struggle. “Focus...” They whispered in tiny voices that sounded like far off bells ringing in my ears so loud I wondered if he could hear it. *** But soon the option was gone. I had to as the little fey had bid me. Because then the blinding pain came. As he got close to his climax, there came the black burning. The stinging of him peeling away
WitchFall Turning the Tables
“What if you’re making this far too complicated?” I sauntered to him on bare toes. Letting my hips swing and my arms drape around me in a seductive flow. Something I’d never done before. One foot in front of the other and letting my hip drop then sway to the other side. Letting my breasts hop with each movement and turning my head slightly to keep my hair swaying around my body. His eyes were drawn to the movements like a magnet. Roving over me from head to toe, savoring every curve and hollow as if he couldn’t get enough of looking at them. It’s working. I knew that whatever odd thing had possessed me, was doing the trick because I saw something I never had before. The hint of something. Behind all that lust was something else. The hint of fear... I gloried in that. Letting my fevered body take control and keep my thoughts from trying to argue what was clearly happening. The behavior the tiny fey had incited in me. I draped myself against his bare chest. Letting my breasts and
WitchFall Never Invited Before
The idea of them gripping me for him to have at me was horrifying. I swallowed the lump of fear that conjured. I knelt before him. Catching his forearms and drawing him down with me. I laid on my back and slowly opened my legs for him to kneel between them. His eyes narrowed on me. “Come, Mathis.” I opened my arms to him. “Have me.” Even to my own ears, my voice had become far away and haunting. Beckoning in a way that didn’t sound like me at all. The darkness seemed to rip from his eyes like a curtain lifting. Jerking and then rising until they were fully green again. He obediently crawled over me. Then hesitated. He shook his head once. Then twice. Like a wounded animal. As if trying to come back to sanity. Trying to regain that seething rage he taps into when he ravishes me so viciously. *** He retreated back down between my legs. “No!” He snarled. He put his palms to his temples and roared in frustration. He abruptly caught my hips and jerked me over onto my knees. Li
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