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Emma and the Corven Raider It's brutal, full of explicit sex and cruelty to the main character's husband, so if that offends you, don't read it. ========================================================================= PART 1 The wind-swept countryside of Valken lay on the western coast of the continent. Just off shore touching the curve of the horizon were five small islands acting as a finish line for the modest groups of wooden boats carrying fishermen there daily. All was flaxen and green here, the fields full of wheat and barley, the rolling hills gently giving way to the more travelled roads inland. Emma looked out onto the field near her smallish cabin, her raven hair blowing lightly in the breeze. She was a pretty woman to be sure...pale,smooth skin, lovely curves and a melodic, soothing voice like that of an angel. Her worn but pretty dress flowed just above the floor as she went about her work. A tiny, interlaced band of white flowers adorned her locks and she smiled subtly as Kurz drove their lone oxen through a fallow field pulling a plow, and gave her a wave. Kurz was her husband, and a hard worker to be sure. He wasn’t the tallest man, nor the most handsome, but he genuinely loved her. Slightly balding and having a weathered complexion of an outdoor worker, he was a sturdy, though somewhat diminutively framed man...the latter more of a burden in the heavier duties he had to perform. He was faithful to her, kind, and so dearly desired children though they were as yet unable to conceive. They had enough to eat for themselves and some to sell at market, though that wasn’t to say things weren’t hard at times. It was a stable existence...more than most could claim to have in these times, so Emma told herself that it was best to be thankful for what she had. Truth be told, most times she was. At day’s end Kurz came through the door, having put their old Ox in the barn, fed and watered. Beating the dust from his clothes, it drifted everywhere, and the smell that followed him from his hours of sweat and earth was far from pleasant. With his usual broad smile he approached the table and sat, rattling off his hurried nightly prayers of thanks to the gods for the meal she prepared and ate politely. She of course wasn’t hungry as she had been picking here and there though the day, but she sat and watched him in their near total silence, ate the meagre portion she set out for herself and cleared the dishes away. Another day nearly gone, she walked inside with a basin of water from the well. It was still humid, carrying over the heat from the beating sun into the hours of darkness, so she took the kettle boiling over the cooking fire and added its contents to the water to soothe and clean off the grime and soil. Splashing it up onto her face, she noticed a light flickering over the hill in the direction of their neighbors. It was akin to the light of a bonfire, reflecting dimly off the low clouds in the sky. Pausing a moment she listened intently, and through the drops of water rolling off her face gently splashing in the basin she heard the distinct sound of distant hoofbeats...followed by a shrill scream. Thoughts of the Corven raiders raced through her mind, and of the atrocities they were said to have committed in the east. Brutish men riding massive horses, killing and burning their way through civilization, plundering what riches they could find and torturing the innocent for amusement. Her heart leapt into her throat as she saw three horsemen bearing torches ride over the crest, descending upon the cabin at frightening speed...hooves thundering in the night, sending clods of dirt and trampled wheat in all directions. Racing over to the bed she roused Kurz, exhausted from his hours in the field, and he drowsily stumbled over to the window to see the approaching figures. Visibly shaken he grabbed an old rusty sickle he had sitting by the door and stood defiantly, motioning for her to get behind him. There they stood while the thunk of hooves and the agitated whinnying of war horses fell upon the silence. A dismount could be heard over the beating of their hearts, massive booted feet tromping almost casually to the door. A single *WHUMP!* and the door splintered open in a shower of debris over the two of them...they instinctively shrunk away from the noise, and as the dust cleared, there stood the silhouette of a tall, heavily muscled man wielding a monstrous double-headed axe. Striding into the cabin was one of the largest men Emma had ever seen. He stood nearly six foot seven, a mane of tussled blond hair fell to near his shoulders, and a neatly kept beard adorned his square jaw. A wolf-hide cloak was draped over his shoulders, exposing his chest and abdomen. Chiseled, defined abs and rock solid pectoral muscles covered with the sweat and soot of battle were highlighted by the dim firelight. His ice blue eyes caught her trembling gaze and she was transfixed by his masterful presence. Kole placed his mighty axe against the wall as he eyed the pitiful resistance standing before him. He pushed his cloak from his shoulders in a deft motion and it fell to the floor in a pile behind him. His wrists were wrapped in cuffs of tanned, weathered leather and his powerful, toned arms were as well defined as the rest of him. A short fur loin covering wrapped around his waist, leading down to his rippling tree-trunk legs. Staring past Kurz right at Emma’s fragile figure, one word crossed his lips in a deep, gravelly voice…”Beautiful…”. Kurz saw this predator staring at his wife and ran at him at once, overcoming his fear. He swung his sickle once, twice, as the evident battle experience of Kole outshone his efforts, allowing him to deftly and almost mockingly dodge the clumsy attacks. A hail of laughter came through from the breached door as his men looked on in clear amusement. Frustrated, Kurz put all he had into a final swing, but Kole caught his wrist in his meaty hand, and squeezed. Kurz let out a pained yell as the sickle clattered to the floor and he clutched his arm. Kole barely broke his gaze with Emma as he bent the wrist he clutched backwards at the forearm with an audible snap. Kurz screamed in agony, unable to budge in the grip of this titan. Instinctively she stepped forward, arms out to try to aid her husband, but something made her stop in her tracks. Kole motioned for her to stay where she was and for some reason she couldn’t explain, she obeyed. With nothing but his eyes directed her to witness the spectacle he was about to produce, just for her. Positioning Kurz on his knees in front of him, spinning him around to face Emma Kole grabbed his other wrist. Putting his boot between his shoulder blades he began to pull Kurz’s poor arms backwards. His terrified face looked pleadingly at Emma as she stood looking on. With sickening crunches and pops, Kole easily and slowly dislocated his shoulders. Eyes wide in pain, mouth open in a primal agony, Kurz screamed. Helpless, tears streaming down his face he watched his wife staring at him with pity, then back to the eyes of his tormentor, the pace of her breath quickened from the scene unfolding before her. Though she was terrified, she could not look away from this beast that had only moments ago burst his way into her home. Dropping Kurz’s wrists from his grasp, the anguished man fell face first onto the wooden floor, arms uselessly flopped at his side like dough. Grabbing his legs at the ankles, Kole slowly dragged him around, moaning and sobbing so that his distressed face now faced away from Emma. Straddling his lower back and staring right at her with a half smile, he lifted both of Kurz’s ankles under his armpits and squatted down, bending him backwards slowly, deliberately. Through the sobs and begging Kole motioned for Emma to approach with a tilt of his head, and before she knew it she was standing right in front of him, looking down very slightly to meet his gaze as he slowly increased the pressure on her husband. Crackles of tendons and bone emanated from Kurz’s hips and back, his incoherent screams sounded like some obese child was marching wildly on a set of bagpipes. A single tear ran down her cheek as a moist *Krrroontch!* came from the pathetic sack of meat being pulverised by Kole, at which he stood up, letting the now useless legs drop onto the ground. Keeping Emma’s gaze as he stood up, and reaching out to her, he gently brushed her hair over her ear. Kurz’s primal bellowing had turned into soft, defeated sobbing. He couldn’t move his arms, nor his legs, and his wife was at the mercy of this behemoth. As she shook in a state of confusion and disbelief, her first instinct was to pull away, but she let his fingers run through her silky hair, then caress her neck and shoulder. Placing his other hand on her opposite shoulder, he gripped her clothes and with ease tore them asunder, letting them drop onto the floor. Her soft breasts slid into view, jostling slightly as the fabric caught her hardened nipples, just before it glided over the curve of her hips. Staring at her revealed beauty, Kole’s hands traced her sides slowly, cupped her breasts firmly, but gently, the rough battle worn palms stimulating her sensitive skin. Those eyes of his kept her gaze locked to his, as she let out an involuntary gasp...then a sigh as he traced over her stomach and gripped her waist. Lifting her up to his eye level, Kole walked over to Kurz’s sobbing form on the floor, and set her down standing her on his back. *Unngghh…*sob* he uttered as she got her balance and felt him squirm, the force obviously aggravating his injuries. Seeing her now almost face to face, he slid one hand up to her neck, fingers in her hair and gripping the back of her head gently, the other he left on her waist as he moved in and locked lips with her. Emma resisted at first...she put her hands against his chest, but as she felt his bedrock muscles, and his powerful grip, she traced his pecs with the tip of her finger, then found herself putting her hands on the sides of his face...kissing him back gently. His kiss tasted divine, and her whole body tingled in his embrace. All thoughts of her broken husband seemed to leave her, as her mind was filled with only lust for this masterful creature. She only partly registered the sound of Kole’s men departing outside, and Kurz’s pained movements easily repositioning herself to stand firmly on him when he tried to move. They kissed gently, caressing each other for nearly twenty minutes, Kurz’s groans going ignored...until Kole lifted her off her perch, setting her gently on the floor. Looking down at the beaten slob, he gripped him around the neck and dragged him, useless arms hanging, lifeless legs sliding by the heels. Kurz looked at Emma through his tear filled eyes and saw her staring back at his tormentor with sizzling arousal. She wasn’t trying to help him at all...moreover, it seemed she was anticipating what was going to happen next...when she DID meet his gaze, it was with a grin...no longer pity. Stopping at the bench by the table, Kole lifted his foe’s form onto it on his back. With one swift movement he removed his leather belt, letting his fur loin covering drop to the floor. Wrapping it around Kurz’s head, and forcing his jaw open, he tightly secured him face up on the hard wooden surface, the belt acting like a gag and immobilizing him. Turning to face Emma, he held out his arm beckoning her to come near. She approached, heart beating fast, staring at the terrified eyes of her husband, and the huge, fully erect, throbbing member of her champion standing at attention not a few feet away. Kole pointed at Kurz’s tear stained, red face. His eyes welling up as she looked coldly at him. “Sit.” was all he said. A predatory smile crept across her face as she sidled up to the bench and straddled his chest, facing his feet. Looking back she walked backwards, seeing the sadness and fear in his eyes. It didn’t matter. All she was thinking about was this powerhouse...this stud and the spell he had on her...lighting a fire inside her blazing out of control. Emma stopped, standing directly over his immobilized face and began to sit, turning her gaze to Kole once more. Kurz saw her walking backwards, the curve of her buttocks giving way to the small of her back, her hair cascading down over her shoulders, and felt his heart breaking as he saw his wife willingly giving in to the very man that broke his body. He moaned “Nrrrr….*sob*” into his gag as Emma’s ass began to descend upon him. Closer it came, filling his vision...he could smell the pungent scent of her arousal for this man..feel the heat of it radiating off her mound as she grew ever nearer. His nose slipped into the cleft of her backside, pushing against her anus and slowly got squashed down by it as she began to settle her weight on him. It was musky, mixed with her sweat, and he found it nearly impossible to breathe. Callously she took a seat on his face, and relished the feeling of power it gave her. She sat all of her mass on him, thinking how good it felt that he had absolutely no choice in the matter…his eyes began to see stars and flashes as she crushed them into their sockets, and his head hurt under the force against the unyielding bench. Kole walked around behind Emma, and let out a faint chuckle at the laboured breaths her unwilling seat was taking from between her cheeks. It felt good to her...a little cool as his air cause her sweat to evaporate, and she liked the pressure against her. Plus, he was going to sniff her ass whether he wanted to or not. She listened to the hissing intake of breath followed by moans and sobbing. Pathetic. Reaching around her and leaning into her neck, he filled his hands with her breasts, taking the weight of them and gently squeezing...and kissed her gently beneath her ear. She sighed breathily, and tilted her head to the side. He gently took her earlobe between his teeth and began to nibble it, running his teeth down her neck and playfully biting her shoulder..she moaned softly. Moving around to her front now, Kole straddled Kurz’s abdomen and sat down with his enormous bulk. *HrrrrrnngggFFF!!!....meuuhhhnn* emanated from his squashed face. Emma tried to make herself heavier, and clamped his face for a second with her glutes. That seemed to instill panic as she cut off his air supply almost entirely, coupled with the force on his body crushing it out of him. She released however, the familiar hissing intake of breath through his trapped nose sounding frantic and urgent. Kole was amused by his vanquished prey’s struggles. He moved somewhat higher onto his chest, his cock proudly at attention. Emma saw the veins encrusting it’s sizeable surface, the head of it glistening with a droplet of pre-cum. She reached out and held it briefly, her hand looking almost small next to it. The heat of that steely rod made her almost buck on her suffering seat-cushion for want of it. She traced its tip, and licked the telltale amounts of his arousal from her finger, inhaling sharply at it’s gods-damned incredible taste. Kurz felt her hot wetness begin to soak his face, between musky breaths...his head was hurting terribly now under her unrelenting pressure. Kole moved back a bit and leaned down to Emma’s right knee. Every movement he made displaced Kurz’s badly injured body and made him yell out his anguish into her crotch, which felt amazing...every cry of pain shot pleasure through her in an instant, so burning was her need..her ache for that enormous rod of her victor. He kissed her knee..then slowly traced the length of her inner thigh with his tongue. She placed her hands on the back of Kole’s head, running her fingers through his mane, grasping it roughly as he moved impossibly slowly up her leg...closer, closer, his tongue tracing her groin...then...back down to her other knee. Clenching his hair in frustration, she didn’t realize she had been leaning back on Kurz giving her lover’s tongue hopeful access..her tailbone pushing down hard on the bridge of his nose...she felt his tears lubricating her ass cheeks and licked her lips at the feeling. Forward again with the same, Kole licked his way slowly up her left inner thigh. The anticipation was killing her..her nails dug into his scalp, she wanted him to taste her so badly.. Closer, still closer...again he traced the crease of her groin, mere inches away. Repeating his protests from moments ago, Kurz felt her tailbone painfully crushing down on him. Half annoyed Emma lifted her feet slightly, sitting back, deliberately hurting him. *Hrrrrtts!! HRRTS!! *sob* he pleaded, but she would not relent. Besides..Kole was driving her mad with his teasing..a kiss planted on her upper, innermost thigh..then she felt the full breadth of his tongue against her labia, licking one, broad, slow stroke towards her clitoris...she arched backwards, *crrriiiikk* on poor Kurz’s nasal bridge as it supported her weight….she tilted her head back and let out a breathy *hmmmm…* Kole lapped at her pussy with deliberate rhythm, swirling the tip around her clit as he greedily licked up her flowing excitement. Moaning, gasping and cooing Emma dug her fingers into his scalp, as she drew ever closer to a soul shattering orgasm, and he withdrew...again left frustrated and aching she looked at him to see what he was up to. He looked deep into her eyes like a hungry wolf, and she saw what tasting her nethers had done to him..throbbing with the beat of his heart, his engorged dick stood almost painfully erect before her. Pushing her legs apart he moved forward on their struggling seat, sitting high on his chest. *hrrrRRRNGG! *wheeze* protested Kurz in response. Positioning the head of his penis against her soaking wet mound, he grabbed Emma’s hips and pushed slowly forward. She felt her canal spread as he slid gently into her...she felt every ridge of his veined cock as he went in deeper and deeper… his powerful grip unyielding on her hips. *HmmMMM--Uhn!* she cooed...His balls pressed over Kurz’s chin...and as he sank his manhood into his enemy’s wife, they settled over his open, gagged mouth. Now buried to the hilt inside his lover’s vagina, he eased his weight onto their agonized fuck mat. Kurz’s jaw felt like it was about to dislocate, and Emma’s discharge coupled with his own tears were half drowning him as he sucked it all into his nostrils with every breath. The lubricating factor of it all caused the end of his nose to begin sliding into her asshole, a fact not at all lost on her. It felt really, really great, and try as he might to turn his head the slight amount his belt restraint would allow, she would have none of it..motioning to her strong lover, she sat harder on Kurz’s face as he pushed down on her waist, relishing the feeling as she inserted his entire nose up her backside in spite of his protesting. His breath was almost entirely cut off now..he thrashed the parts of his body that still worked and tried to move his head, but it was held firmly in place by the belt and their combined weight sitting on it. Looking smug, Emma locked lips with Kole in a deep, passionate kiss. He withdrew from her ever so slightly, and pushed back in, letting her feel his girth, and the head of his penis pushing through her cervix. Her breasts mashed into his chest as they pressed against one another, in a long, slow fuck. She wrapped her legs tightly around his middle, squeezing him into her, his throbbing cock filling her up and moving in and out ever so slightly. His iron grip with his hands moving down to her ass and squeezing it hard. *UHNNN* he grunted as she squeezed his length with her vaginal muscles, at the same time clenching cruelly on poor Kurz’s nose. With the suction noises coming from his nostrils within the confines of her punishing butt, it was becoming clear, and somewhat amusing that he desperately needed air. Taking her time, biting her lover’s lip between her teeth and tugging it, then kissing him again she motioned for him to push her down harder onto Kurz’s face. Holding her round, supple cheeks in his hands he happily obliged. Kurz felt her growing heavier, and they paused the rhythmic motion of love making for a moment, settling fully on him. His ears rang...his skull felt like it was going to split apart under them. His jaw creaked and groaned. Emma smiled at Kole mischievously, and squeezed her abdominal muscles gently. A ten second long fart rumbled straight into Kurz’s trapped nose. It was foul like putrid eggs, it was so hot it burned his sinuses and it seemed to never end. He couldn’t turn away, it kept coming and it hurt so very badly...like scalding steam. Using all the breath he had left in him he screamed into her ass. *nnrrrr hrrr. NRRRRR!!! TT HRRRRTSS!! PLRRS STRRRRRP!! *squueeeeeeaaal!!* *sob* Letting out a mocking “Ahhhh”, she looked down under them with a heartless grin. Unbelievably turned on by the pain she had inflicted upon his enemy, and the pleasure inducing vibrations his bawling was shooting into their genitals, Kole began to bounce Emma up and down onto his member, slowly and firmly. He made sure every time she came down their weight was amplified on Kurz’s skull. As he sobbed uncontrollably, she felt Kole’s cock sliding in and out of her, slowly thrusting, then faster..its base slapping against her as she rode him. *Whump...whump...whump...whump* Her hair jostled this way and that, her breasts bounced with her as she enjoyed the feeling of his still swelling junk inside her. *Hmmm..huuhnn...yesss* she shouted feeling her orgasm building… Squeezing her ass roughly, Kole increased the tempo of his thrusts, bouncing Emma upwards and slamming his dick in to meet her, *Uhhnnn….UHHHNNN* *Grrrrrowll* she could feel the first pulses of his cock and it was pushing her close to the edge. She dug her nails into his back and squeezed him into her as hard as she could...the pulsing of his rod growing more steady, *Uhhhnnn..UHHHNNNNNNN!!!* *WHUMP-WHUMP-WHUMP-WHUMP..* The feeling was unreal...squeezing his penis with all of her might, she felt her orgasm overtake her...it expanded and shook her body like electric fire...every inch of her was in ecstasy, and her canal muscles pulsed as his began to peak too… *UHHHNNNGGH!!!!! GRRRRROWWLLL* Kole slammed her down on his cock and held her there...Emma Screamed in pleasure as he bit her shoulder, held her tightly and began to cum inside of her eagerly waiting uterus. *pahPUM-pahPUM-pahPUM!*...gouts of thick white semen erupted into her, his balls pumping it relentlessly like the heart of a gorilla as she cried out for him...his back bled as she ripped into his flesh with her nails in the throws of their love making...Kurz’s jaw dislocated under their combined onslaught, his pained bawling amplifying their orgasmic sensations. She smiled widely and sat her ass triumphantly on his face, knowing right at this moment he was feeling her champion’s penis pumping her full of his seed, and there was nothing he could do about it. *PUM-PUM-PUM-PUM* She gripped and squeezed him as he shot his load, wanting to make it last as long as she could, to make Kurz feel the pulsating of Kole’s balls squashing down onto his face,and began to cum again herself. Pushing with the feeling, a gushing deluge of her liquid cum flowed out of her as she moaned. Kole’s ejaculation was still going strong as he growled and squeezed her onto him...his milky white bursts began to flow out of Emma’s pussy around the base of his dick, coupled with the forceful spray of her own ejaculate. Kurz had no choice but to lay there and feel their orgasms peak, then slowly subside as it ran into his nose, past the gag into his mouth and soaked him completely. All he could taste was their sex and sweat, and let out inhuman cries with his now deformed mouth. *meuhhhnn heuhn hueehnn..*bawwwwll* Trembling and out of breath, gently kissing one another, Emma and Kole settled their weight fully back down on Kurz’s crying face. Every few seconds a light pulse would flash through his rod, still buried deeply in her, and draw a soft “hmmm” from her. Enjoying the afterglow, Kole reached behind, grabbing Kurz’s balls in his hand and squeezed them roughly. *hhrr..HRR...NRRRRR HRR HRRRR!!!* he screamed, which made Emma lick her lips as it renewed the vibrations, drawing out the experience a little bit more. Positioning her tailbone back onto the bridge of his nose, she motioned for Kole to bounce her a little bit. Still pushed into her all the way, he held her hips as she bounced it on his poor tortured face. She felt his slight movements trying desperately to avoid what was coming, but she tracked him doggedly and bashed him over, and over again. *Crik-crk-crkle-crak* as she folded her arms and bounced with a smug smile, letting her lover weaken, then fracture, then pulverize Kurz’s nose as he bawled openly. He saw her ass lift slightly then crash back down...rise, then crash, rise, then crash….he cried at her cruel assault. Her hair shifted with every bounce, her breasts jostled, and her round ass jiggled ever so slightly as it dropped repeatedly on his face. They didn’t land her harder, they didn’t escalate it….they simply didn’t let him turn away as she sat: *whomp.*...*whomp* …*whomp* “nnnggeehh hehhnn!!!* *whomp*... *whomp*...*whomp*... *plrrrss..strrrp ...sob..sob...tt hrrrrts!!* *whomp*...*whomp* *crrkle-crk* *whomp* ..*crrkkle* *whomp!* *kkrrntch!* *squueeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!* With the obvious sound of victory, coupled with a high pitched squeal, they hugged and re-settled again enjoying the feeling and a long, deep kiss. Rising off his face, Kurz was drawing ragged breaths. His eyes were red, blood trickled out of his nose, his jaw hung at an unnatural angle and he was soaked with semen and liquid. He made soft noises that sounded like crying, but Emma was unsure. Kole removed his belt gag and roughly threw him into the corner. He slumped over into a ball as the two walked over and got into bed together. She was HIS now, and she loved it. He kissed her neck and put his arm around her as they spooned and fell asleep. Tomorrow was a whole new beginning for her, and for some reason her ex’s sobs, coupled with thoughts of what was to come for him then made her smile.
PART 2 Elsewhere in the town, Kole’s men had taken the few male villagers who were able to inflict wounds upon his raiding party, and put them, one each into their fishing boats on a small stagnant pond nearby. They clamshelled another boat on top, nailing them together, leaving the arms and legs exposed. They smeared their captives with honey and cream, force feeding it to them to the point of nearly bursting. There they would float amongst the deafening buzz of biting insects, to slowly be eaten alive over days. Still others were dragged behind horses for miles, through fields, over roads, over sand...as their skin and flesh was slowly ground down to bone. Many were hewn where they stood as they tried in vain to drive off the invaders, and others still were tied to stakes to look upon their conquerors coupling with their wives, with broken spirit and pure betrayal as they bake in the sun. Kole, being the head of his clan, went years without choosing his mate. In Emma he saw the stunning beauty and iron resolve he sought for the first time. She recognized weakness when she was shown it, and demonstrated the core-deep desire to take what she wanted, and make him happy in the process. He would show this useless filth who had stagnated her life for so long the consequences of his inadequacies for days...perhaps weeks. However long it took for his new bride to grow indifferent towards him...such that his merciful final passing would illicit naught but a dismissive yawn from her red, supple lips. Emma arose in the middle of the night, and shrunk a bit at the chill in the air. She donned her woolen robe, stepped into her shoes and headed towards the open door to the outhouse. “Stop.” uttered Kole from the bed and rose himself. He walked over to Kurz, still laying in the corner and reached down roughly grabbing his head and lifting him. She admired his chiseled physique and his sheer power as he owned her destroyed former husband. *Neuuur..*sniffle*..pleuurse…* uttered Kurz as Kole took his massive cock and forced it into his mouth, with his painful dislocated jaw offering no resistance at all. *Ock...occcckkkk!!*gag* Still holding his head unyieldingly, Kole unleashed a hissing torrent of urine straight down Kurz’s throat. *sssss..SSSSSSSSSSS…..*grrrglle...gluck...cough...sputter*.. These pitiful inhuman noises kept coming...and from her vantage point Emma saw Kole’s monumental back, his triangular physique, and his perfect sculpted ass. Seeing this show of dominance...of the true alpha male...made her aroused all over again. She approached, and put her hand on the small of his back, rubbing gently, and staring at Kurz with utter condescension as he gurgled and choked. When he finished, he withdrew his member, and dragged the sputtering, coughing “thing” he just used back over to the bench. He sat him on the floor, and put his head back on the seating area, securing it painfully tightly around his forehead with the belt. Kole pointed at Kurz’s red, sobbing face saying to Emma simply “Sit.”. Walking over she looked at his squinted, red eyes, the black and blue area around the bridge of his broken nose, and his agape jaw, tongue lolling about as he tried hopelessly to annunciate his pleading. *nngo..*sob*..pluerse…*sob* Turning away from him she backed up, and hiked up her robe. Standing between his useless legs, she sat down on his face, using the heel of her palm to force his jaw open before positioning her pussy right on it, and settling her weight. She sat upright, put her hands on her knees and felt the familiar feeling of Kurz’s tortured nose slipping into her butt crevice. Kole casually returned to the bed and lay down awaiting her return. She sat there for a minute, enjoying the soft crying coming from under her backside. Such power...and she didn’t feel pity...just the opposite. She wanted him to suffer. She was glad it hurt, and sure as anything, she wanted him to feel her’s and Kole’s combined weight on his injured body again, to make him endure them cumming together...to make him feel the pumping of gouts of Kole’s thick seed into her while she conceives her new lovers children. She wanted his broken nose to heal crooked and painfully, so she could sit her tailbone on it again and make it crunch while kissing Kole. With a gentle squeeze of her abdominal muscles, she let out a long, humiliating fart, straight into the nose she was sitting comfortably on. *HWRRRNNNGG!!! NRRR HRRRRR!!! *sob* She sat a little harder on him and smiled with contempt as he cried like a child. For some reason, this really caused him agony, and turned on her lover...so she simply loved doing it. Kole let out a deep chuckle from the bed. As his bawling subsided a bit, again she released a slow, rumbling jet of scalding gas that lasted nearly 15 seconds. Kurz squealed...harder and harder, muffled by her crotch. He was in anguish...and the whole time her mouth was open slightly, expressing a breathy “ahhhhhhhhh…” With that, she released her full bladder into his pleading mouth, forcing it into his lungs, into his eyes, out his burned sinuses, *grrrgle-glug-gluck-pfffttss- *choke..gasssp* Her full weight was on him, and her flow was relentless. From the sounds he was making, he might very well drown... .But she didn’t care. If felt good, pissing on him. He existed, he kept her from her potential...THAT was crime enough. Fuck him. As she finished, she took in the sounds of gurgling distress for a moment...allowing him to swallow, cough out of his lungs or expectorate what he could with the obstacle of her bum sat on him. Then she let out two shorter farts in quick succession...his squeals no less pained, but less vigorous this time, and stood up. She picked up his useless arm, and using his sleeve she wiped herself thoroughly, let her robe drop in place and went back into the bed at Kole’s side. He greeted her with a warm embrace, and they gently kissed each other to the sound of his vanquished enemies sobbing….still strapped to the bench like an object, and freezing cold from the night air on his soaked body. In the morning, Kole unfastened kurz’s head from the bench and dragged him out into the yard, heaving him over to the well. He stank from their sex fluids and excretions, shivered from the chill he caught overnight and grovelled incoherently. Roughly ripping all of his clothing off and tossing it aside, Kole doused him in buckets of water from the depths of the well, and grabbed great handfulls dry dirt, rubbing it all over his face and through his hair for a rough sort of “cleansing”. It certainly wasn’t for his benefit...no...it was for himself and Emma, so they didn’t have to smell it. After rinsing the last of the soil off this meek, cowering unfortunate at his feet, Kole grabbed hold of his nose, and gave it a twist and a yank. *Crik-krock!* Kurz yelled out in pain at the feeling of his flattened bridge being set...though imperfectly...to heal. Emma wanted to feel it break again after a time, she told him last night...and if she wanted to sit on it until broken again, he’d see she got what she desired. Leaving Kurz to bake in the sun and dry, Kole proceeded to set about putting the splintered portal back together that he’d broken the day before. After feeding and watering his horse he untethered a large hempen sack from his saddle and hefted it to the cabin where Emma was busy preparing a breakfast. She was making enough for five, knowing that if she herself had a huge appetite this morning, her lover would as well all the more. She turned to look at Kole as he entered the room, and proceeded to empty the contents of the sack he carried onto the table. Within were golden jeweled goblets, platters, precious religious artifacts, rings, brooches, amulets, and piles of coins. Before her here was more value than she had ever seen in her life..a king’s ransom several times over. In this one casual act Kole had indicated to her, unequivocally that he was her provider...he would take whatever he wanted from whoever he wished, and she would enjoy the spoils of that victory. With her eyes wide, she flashed Kole a smile, and went back to preparing their meal. As Emma finished, Kole brought back the blubbering, now dry and somewhat sunburnt Kurz from outside. He dropped him face up on the bench and secured him around the forehead with his belt, around the middle and legs with rope so he wouldn’t slide off. She began setting food on the table as Kole sat on the bound Kurz’s abdomen and chest. The hunger pains he felt were exacerbated by the heavy pressure on his guts, and the smell of Emma’s cooking. Soon she came to join her lover in eating as well, and sat roughly down on his upper chest, winding him some more. Her bare, round ass spread out on him as she hitched up her robe, her left hip covering his loose chin and mouth. She picked up one of the several small chickens she prepared and began ripping its flesh off with her teeth hungrily. Kurz had never seen her eat like this..through his straining to breathe, he watched her strip it to bare bones in less than two minutes, lick her fingers clean and grab another. Kole ate like a machine..cabbage,carrots, bread, 3 of the five chickens that were on the table...Emma left not a shred on the bones of her carcasses, and soon, naught but leavings were strewn about the table. She leaned over and gave Kole a kiss on the cheek as they sat comfortably full on top of their poor, starved seat cushion. He groaned and took shallow breaths under them, but his sunburned skin was warm, and his body was far more comfortable than the bench itself so they weren’t getting off. Tired of listening to his whining, Emma turned to face Kole and scooted her bum backwards, onto Kurz’s face. She wanted to relax, and if he was going to be allowed to breathe he should at least have her ass crack on his nose she thought. She liked the cool feeling of his breath against her anus, and enjoyed the sounds of pain he made when she farted on him….oh, and was she going to fart on him. By the time she got done burning him with her gas he’d be begging for death….oh he’d make noises no man should be capable of producing, and that made her pussy dripping wet. She really hoped Kole would take advantage of it to slide his monster cock inside her again...and he was not going to disappoint. Sliding forward on poor Kurz, Kole put Emma’s legs over his and put the tip of his penis against her moist vaginal opening. She smiled as she leaned back for his access and felt the grinding-popping of her pillow’s nose, followed by his dejected bawling. She bit her lower lip as Kole slowly pushed forward into her..a little at a time, slowly...the broad head of his cock separating her lips and penetrating the first few inches of her love canal. Emma gasped sharply at the pleasurable sensation, instinctively squeezing him with her legs around him, trying to push him in faster, but he was determined to tease her. The increasing weight as they moved closer together was causing Kurz further pain, and his cries escalated. *mueeh huhnn...hRRNG...ehhnnn hehn...HRRNGG* She squeezed her cheeks together on his face in a “Fuck you!” kind of way. Staring at each other with a wicked grin, and feeling incredible with their sex organs fully engaged with one another, their massive meal they were digesting actively provided them both with ample cruelty to inflict on their object of torment. Squeezing her abs gently, Emma let out a slow, constant scalding fart into his nose, while Kole squeezed his sculpted abdominals and let out a whooshing, bassy torrent of hot and foul gas into his mouth...they created a vortex of agony meeting at the back of his throat, and for poor helpless Kurz, his blinding aguish caused him to utter the most frantic, and pathetic of noises imaginable. The two tormentors were in heaven..the feel-good release of all that nasty gas, coupled with their love making, and the pleasure jolting vibrations of the crying were building them to the kind of drawn out, comfortable and slow orgasm they were seeking. Emma uttered a combination of “ahhhh” and “huhmmm” sounds, while Kole groaned deeply, eyes half closed. They pushed harder, against each other and on releasing more of their pent up gas into their receptacle, painfully over-inflating his lungs while his cries turned into a squeal, and muffled calls for his mother. His ears popped and cracked painfully from the backpressure, it smelled like pure sulphur, tasted like armageddon rot, and felt like a nest of hornets had been funneled into his lungs. Feeling resistance building against their onslaught, they began moving in a fuck motion..just an inch apart then back together and pushing hard on their onslaught of fumes...inflating his lungs more and more, until they began to feel his individual air sacs start to rupture. *squeeeeeaaall!!!! Mmummmaaaaa! *bawwwwll* (__|__)(__|__) Embracing in a slow kiss, they kept up their seal on Kurz, and traded off ripping farts into his respiratory system while he squealed. *popple-pop…..prrrople-pop-pop-pop* went his air sacs deep in his chest, burning like fire, the foul choking gas destroying him from the inside out. Holding each other close, the bawling-produced vibrations brought Emma first to climax..she dug her nails into Kole’s biceps as she kept Kurz’s nose trapped up her ass and sat hard...uttering “Huuuuhnnnnnn….hmmmmm….mmm...uhhnnn” …..the rhythmic gripping pulses of her orgasm gripping and milking Kole’s penis until in a deep *Grr--rr-OWL---Uhhhhnnnn* his balls began to pump thick wads of semen into her uterus, again shortly spilling out around the base of his member and onto Kurz’s hysterically crying face. Together, they let their orgasms peak, eyes half closed, caressed and extended by the primal pleading muffled into them, and weight fully sat on their fuck mat….they kissed deeply and passionately, Emma proudly queening Kurz’s face with her ass…..standing up only after another minute had passed. Kurz was alive but unconscious. His nose was badly misshapen...yellow-brown bloody mucous streamed out of his nostrils, and his laboured breaths sounded like a vacuum hose trying to suck the last of the mayonnaise out of a jar. His right eye had so many blood vessels broken in it from Emma’s ass sitting on his face, it looked like a ball of red wax, and his tongue lolled about incoherently in his uselessly hanging jaw. Kole repositioned Kurz so he was sitting on the floor at the end of the bench and re-secured his head back on it. As long as he remained alive at least, Emma would not have to venture outside to the outhouse to empty her bladder, and neither would he. Together they again retired to the bed to sleep off their meal and pleasant sexual diversion, Emma first bending over staring into his eyes, horking up a gob of spit, and dropping it into his mouth. She grinned as tears welled up in his dejected gaze, flipping him off with her middle finger for a full 30 seconds before turning back towards the bed, deliberately accentuating her hip sway for her new keeper. |
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