ASS/Run for the cabin door
From Create Your Own Story
You take a step toward the bed, then bolt for the cabin door, your bare feet slapping on the floorboards. There's a flash of light, and you cry out as you fall forward onto your face, you legs suddenly immobile. You struggle and squirm, clawing at the floor, but you can't get free. You twist around to try to free your legs, but there's nothing wrapped around them. They just won't move.
The incubus stomps over to you and lifts you roughly to your feet. "Good to know a promise from you isn't worth shit," he says, carrying you across the room to his bed. He drops you onto the lumpy mattress. You squirm and flail, trying to get away, trying to make your legs work, but Isarik grabs a coiled leather horsewhip off the wall and you freeze, your heart pounding. He doesn't hit you with it, though, he wraps the braided leather around your wrists, and then ties them to one of the bedposts, making sure you can't get away.
Across the room, Sevin waves his hand and there's another flash of light, and then you can move your legs again. He put a spell on you! Bastard. Walking closer, Sevin unbuttons the front of his trousers, taking out his thick, uncut cock and slowly stroking himself to hardness. Beside the bed, Isarik strips off his clothes, dropping his pants to reveal a surprising eight-inch dick, and he's not even hard yet. He opens the jar of blue gel and slathers it on his cock, pumping himself until he's rock hard and growing at least another two inches, if not three.
"No, please don't!" you beg as he climbs on the bed with you. He grabs you by the hips and flips you over onto your stomach, his hands gripping and parting your ass cheeks.
"This is your own damn fault," he growls, "so shut up and take it like a man." He uses his slippery fingers to open your hole, your muscles burning as he shoves them in and stretches your puckered entrance.
"C'mon, just fuck him already," Sevin says, standing at the foot of the bed. The incubus shoves your legs apart and kneels between them, one hand holding you down as you struggle to get away.
"No! No, stop!" you shout, but he pays no attention to your cries. He presses the round head of his cock against your hole and pushes forward, sliding inside. You bury your face in the mattress and sob, your hands gripping the blankets as he works his long, thick rod deeper and deeper into your body. It hurts, the most horrible kind of burning, ripping pain that makes your insides clench and your skin feel cold. It's not the worst pain you've ever suffered, but somehow it's the most unbearable. You can't draw a full breath, your legs kicking futilely each time he thrusts into your quaking body.
"Harder," Sevin moans, and you can see him jerking off as he watches your rape, his pale skin flushed, his eyes bright and excited. He's getting off on this. The incubus starts to pound into you and you cry out. "That's it, Isarik, make him squeal," the mage says.
