Hell in Nalbina

Fran was exhausted. Just few minutes before she was brutally raped by some terrible monster who lives in the abandoned fountain Her body was abused and her pussy was milked. Now she was lying on the side of the fountain. It was most likely night time, As Fran could not hear the usual loud ruckus of the denizens of Nalbina Prison.

Fran could feel the slime the Marlboro had left in her. She needed to clean herself, but things she experienced in the fountain told her to be much more careful.

Beautiful Viera rose to a sitting position, still a hard task with her muscles still aching and her hands still bound by the cuffs. Fran looked around, trying to find the way out of the hall and to avoid the fountain monster’s tentacles. Then she suddenly felt an warmness between her legs.

“Ughhh” – single moan left her lips. She could easily fell a strange feeling inside her. She was getting hot again. If Fran had her wits about she would have guess that it was the slime the Marlobo had left as a parting gift to her that was causing her excitement.

But in her current state, she didn’t care, her nipples were hardening and demanding attention, just like her moistening pussy. With cuffed hands she couldn’t satisfy herself. Moisture gathered softly and all she was able to do was to moan, louder and louder. She pressed her thighs together to try and find some relief but to no avail.

Suddenly she leaned against the cold fountain wall and started to rub her breasts against it, finding strange pleasure in doing it. She bent backwards and tried her best to rub her wet pussy too against the wall, but couldn’t. And Fran felt her hunger grow.

“Oooouhhhh” – her moans were louder and longer. She was looking around, desperately trying to find something that might help. Finally, her almost delirious search stopped at a spout sticking out from the wall. Panting in sexual heat, Fran reached and seized it, enjoying the cold touch of it against her overflowing womanhood. She started to rub her pussy against it, groaning hard.

“Ooohhh! Aaaah!” – her pussy was leaving shinning wetness, her own juices mixed with thick slime that monster left inside her. She was moving faster and faster, feeling upcoming climax. Finally, after few minutes, Fran came with loud moan, bending like a bow. She fell on her knees and, still panting, started to lick her own juices from the metal pole.

“Whatsaaaaah going with me?” – she asked herself, doing this – “I have to fight this, have to aaahescape...oohh, soo good, it just feels so good...”. Her long tongue was sliding on the pole. She hated her actions, but she could do anything to stop it, her libido was burning her. The Viera lay, trembling and panting continuously. She could feel butterflies dancing in her belly and it seemed that sexual heat was slowly starting to burn again.

Suddenly something grabbed her leg. She looked and noticed, with deepest fear, that it was tentacle from the fountain. Slimy thing wrapped around Fran’s left leg ankle and started to drag her to the water. Fran desperately started to struggle, but without her hands free she could only to strain wildly. Slowly but inevitable, she was nearer and nearer the deadly trap. Fran didn’t wanted to be raped and milked again, so she started to scream.

“Help! Please! Somebody help me! Please! Heeeeelp!” – her loud screams echoed in the walls of prison. More tentacles grabbed her right leg and carried her faster. She was still screaming but her hope was leaving her. And then...

“Looks like my slave is in trouble” – she heard a familiar voice. In the enter to the hall stood Inquisitor. He was surely the last man she wanted to see, but at this point she was desperate.

“Please! Help me!” – she cried – “Have mercy!”

The Inquisitor just stood there, smiling at her useless struggles, watching her breasts sway side to side.

Her eyes met his cold stare. She knew what he wanted. She still had her pride, and she couldn’t just accept this fate again but she knew she had no choice if she didn’t want to be used by the monster again.

“I....m...sorry” – shame and humiliation were in her voice while she was telling this – “Please, master, help me...I’m so sorry...I won’t leave you again, help me master!”

“And do I have to believe it?” – he made a step forward – “You escaped me once, so you can betray and escape twice”.

“Nooo” – Fran could feel slime dropping on her hips – “I’ll never leave my master! I’m live only to serve you!”.

“If that so, then...” – The Inquisitor took a step forward and if by magic the tentacles withdrew from her. He took another step and the Marlboro retreated into the darkness.

“Wha?” Fran was absolutely confused.

Hehe, I have full command of it, I can tell it to leave if I want to… I can also tell it to return and to play some more.

Fran was still breathing hard in a state of shock at this revelation.

“Now you were saying you were going to serve as my slave? Crawl here slave”

Fran refused to be humiliated like this, “no”

“Perhaps you would like more playtime with the marlboro? Since I missed it the first time I wouldn’t mind watching an encore performance”.

His threat struck down any defiance she once had. Fran was horrified at the prospect of being raped by that creature again, and worst still in front of this perverse man. Knowing she had no choice she crawled to her former master.

“Yes, master” – she said with polite tone – “Thank you for saving me”.

“That’s a good slave” – said Inquisitor and walked around her. With one hand he pushed hard to the earth, with second he used key to unlock her cuffs. Fran, to her own surprise, felt some kind of gratitude to him. He saved her life then he took these cuffs away, bringing some relief to her tormented hands. She needn’t had look to know that there were red marks in the places were cuffs were.

Fran hung her head as the black leather collar tightened around her neck and a leash was attached to it..

“There, a slave collar fit for a slave”.

Upon his person he produced a riding crop, which he promptly used on her bare ass. “Say yes master”.

“Yes Master”

*Snap*

“Say it like you mean it”

“Yes Master, please master, I will obey master”

“Hehe that’s better, for you obedience your master has decided to reward you.” He produced a small silky cream coloured cloth.

We wouldn’t want everyone to see my private fuck hole while you crawl back our private chambers do we?

He knelt down and forced apart her legs. The inquisitor admired her tight slit and with a few knots he wrapped the smooth material around her thighs, gently making sure that the Marbolo’s slime that was making her quim so sensitive did not escape. The way the fabric was now worn accentuated his slave’s glorious ass, the rich silky material made it look elegant. The effect was that it looked like Fran was wearing a very expensive silk thong.

As Fran started to crawl she realised that his reward was tainted with cruelty. With each movement, the smooth fabric would rub again her sensitive slit terribly exciting her body. Fran tried to move slowly, but her laboured movements were punished with a slap on her ass.

“You will not move too slowly, you will not move too quickly, you will crawl with your ass raised high… All for my own my personal entertainment.”

“We’re returning to my place” – he said – “You’ll walk on your fours and every time I’ll smack this ass of yours, you’ll be announcing how do you love your master and how ungrateful slut you were” – then he strained the leash and made her to move. Fran groaned with slight protest, but knowing that she is not in the position to demand anything, she obediently crawled in front of him. Small stones and gavel hurts her knees. Suddenly crop cut the air and with loud “smack” hit her ass.

“Aaaaah!” – she cried, but quickly remembered his words – “thank you master!” – she moaned – “I love you so much, thank you for making me your slave!”

“Mhm” – Inquisitor smiled and let her made next few steps before he smacked her ass for the second time. Why don’t we go through the lock up? I’m sure the prisoners there will appreciate your moans.”

“Oooh! My master is so good to me!

“Snap!”

“Oh yes, punish your slave, master! I was ungrateful slave leaving you!”

Fran awaited for the next hit, but it didn’t came. Thought that he wanted to give her some free time but then she fel his strong hand on her ass cheeks rubbing her soft skin. She moaned softly, finding it pleasurable. His hand caressed softly her ass, touching also her pussy, then with one fast move, whip smacked her again, with double strength.

“Ohhhhhh!” “Ahhhhh!” – echo of her loud cry filled the alley – “Oh,, thank you master! Please, make me your sex slave, master! Let me be your most willing sex slave!”

To Fran’s relief, there weren’t much people in the lockup and those that were there were all safely locked behind cells, unlike the rest of the prison. This however did not stop them from watching this show.

A beautiful Viera woman with hot, naked body was lead by the leash on her fours. Beside her walked Inquisitor, one of the most feared men in the prison. From time to time he smacked her perfectly shaped ass and hips with his riding crop and then she was screaming her love and obedience to him. Some people followed as much as their cell allowed to listen more of the Fran’s confessions. Most of these prisoners would only get a fuck when the occasional woman was thrown in the cells with them. Her ass was bruised with red marks as well as her hips. Her knees and palms weren’t in better condition.

Fran was feeling weak and humiliated as never before. It was worst than rape for these people around it looked like she was doing this by her free will. And ultimately it was truth, she swore her body and will to this man in exchange of her life.

Her thoughts were broken few times with his whip. Every time when he hit her, she stopped and confessed how she loves being punished and how good master is he. After almost an hour of this painful walk, she was doing all these thing mechanically, almost believing in her own words. Two or three times he let her stop and then he caressed her ass, giving her little comfort. Her pussy was soaking wet, a stream of juices were flowing down her inner thighs.

Fran moved as much as she could, the thong forced her to breath deeply, to control the sensations that she was feeling. Her breaths caused her beautiful breasts to rise and fall slowly, to the delight of the prisoner audience.

Fran soon collapsed, unable to control her climax. The Inquisitor knelt beside her and began fondling her breasts and rubbing his finger against her thong. He continued to do this until he ripped an orgasm out of her. And he did it again and again. When he was satisfied that he gotten all that he could out of Fran he forced her to start crawling again.

Fran would collapse many times on her way back to her cell and each time the inquisitor would force an orgasm out of her. Sometimes Fran would have multiple orgasms. Sometimes she would orgasm in front of a cell. Some of these prisoners who had not fucked for many years and were now watching Fran with great excitement. Sometimes Fran would collapse in erotically away from the cells and prisoners. Here she would spend quality time with her tormentor, who delighted in making her cum again and again.

Eventually, after what seemed like endless orgasms, they reached their destination. With fear in her eyes Fran saw metal doors of his chamber, the place she escaped in what seemed like an eternity ago. Now she was brought here again.

The Inquisitor pushed Fran down by the shoulders, raising her ass to him. Fran obidiently complied. He pulled the thong down her thighs, still enjoying every bit of contact he had on her sweaty naked body. The Inquisitor took the now sopping wet fabric and showed it to the overwhelmed Viera. It was a trophy of his victory over her.


His hand on her ass, he pushed her inside the chamber and closed the door. For Fran everything started from here. Previously she had her strength and hope, but now even these things were taken away from her.

Fran spread herself on the floor her legs wide apart. She let the darkness overcome her and waited for her master to return.