Derik's Luck 35

From TSade

[edit] Reaching for the Door

Rick dragged him into the tower and Derik could barely keep his head below his waist as his bare feet skittered across the gravel. His dress, his beautiful dress, tore even more and he felt the wet air against it before he was tossed through the door. The room plunged into darkness as a peal of thunder rumbled through the stone. A moment later, a light flared up as the female thriban who guarded the carriage set her burning finger on a torch to light it. Grinning evilly at him, she lit three other torches before snuffing the flame in her palm. Rick smiled to her before turning his gaze to the huddling Derik on the floor.

“You know what, Derik? You are going to be the first person who survives this tower.”

Derik forced his eyes to look up, trembling as he clutched at the tore remains of his dress. The stone, cold despite the summer, stung at his ass with only a black thong to protect it. Rick chuckled dryly.

“This time. Because, even if Madre somehow convinces the baron, sooner or later, you’ll be back.”

Shivering at the thought, Derik forced himself to calm down, fighting the twisting sensations in his stomach and the tears in his eyes. Rick chuckled at his efforts, then turned to the female. She wore a suit of chain armor that held in her large, watermelon-sized breasts and clung to the wide curves of her hips. He could see just as many muscles as Rick in her bare skin, but there was a sense of pure physical power in her frame as she turned to the crime lord.

“Yes?”

“Anything you want?”

“The corset.”

Rick raised an eyebrow, “Corset? Isn’t a bit small for you, Truk?”

Truk looked down at her large frame and then at Derik’s frail one. She shook her head, “Well, yes, but it has an enchantment on it, I’m curious.”

“Well, then.”

Rick turned his attention back to Derik.

“Strip.”

The idea of being naked in front of Rick scared him, but his face still stung from the impact of his blows. Trembling violently, he forced himself to his knees and started to pull off the sapphire dress, stripping down to the black corset and thong. He looked for his heels, but he couldn’t find them. Instead, he looked up at Rick as his hands reached behind him to unlace his corset. Rick rumbled with amusement and backed up against the wall, rubbing his crotch.

A hot blush rose on Derik’s cheeks as he worked the final lacing free, then hooked his fingers on the lace cup to pull it down, exposing his breasts to Rick’s hungry eyes. Looking up to see a lust burning there brought back the flame inside him; the feelings of humiliation that flared inside Derik warmed his body, a flush of excitement as he felt his cock twitching.

Rick chuckled, still rubbing himself, “You are a slut, aren’t you?”

Derik held out the corset for Truk. She stepped forward and snatched it from his hands. He winced, then turned his eyes back to Rick. The crime lord gestured with a finger.

“You aren’t done.”

Still shaking, Derik lifted his hips to work his cock down. It was only semi-hard, but he could see his precum glistening on his length and the feeling of humiliation rose even further.

He wasn’t suppose to enjoy this. He wasn’t suppose to find any pleasure being being choked on Rick’s cock.

At the brief memory of it, the feeling of being helplessly impaled by the hardness, he felt a shiver go down the length of his cock, swelling into a heat that burned in his balls. Whimpering, he tore his thoughts away and stared back up at Rick as he slipped off his thong and set it aside.

Rick grunted and turned away from Derik to look at the thriban.

“So?”

Her fingers danced over it, tiny sparks of light flowing up from the black corset.

“Madre’s work.”

“Damn, one of her sensors?”

“No, protection. Temporary enhancement, but it could probably turn away a knife.”

Rick made a curious noise, then turned back to Derik. He took the two steps forward to stand in front of him. Derik looked up, shaking with fear, but said nothing.

“Madre really cares for you, doesn’t she?”

“Y-Yes, master,” came the frightened response. Rick reached down to grab his hair, pulling it up until Derik was forced to raise up on his knees, his head barely below Rick’s belt. The powerful man turned him away, forcing him to look at a rust-stained door.

“See that door?”

“Yes, master.”

Derik saw blood stains along the bottom edge, and fingernail scratches on the frame.

“That’s the slaughter room. If you go through that door, you will never come back.”

He let out a sob before he could control himself. Rick twisted him back to face him, holding his head to force him to look up.

“We are going to start at the top. I was hoping for a week or more, but the baron is in a hurry to find those rumors about that curse of his. So, I don’t have much time to properly enjoy you, so call this a preview of what I’m going to do next time I get to borrow you.”

Derik said nothing, just kept his eyes locked on Rick’s. After a few seconds, the man dropped him back to his knees.

“Go upstairs.”

Looking around, Derik saw a stone set of stairs going up. He started to get up to move over there, but Rick slapped him across the room.

“You don’t need feet. Crawl!”

Fighting the stinging pain that coursed through him, he crawled along the ground, naked and helpless. The realization he was being watched did nothing to help the spark that burned inside him. At the bottom of the stairs, he looked up and began to crawl up the stairs, hooking his feet on the edge. He made it five steps before Rick shoved him hard against the stone.

“Don’t go above my waist,” he warned.

Derik whimpered and looked around, seeing how Rick grinned as he stood a few steps below. He turned back, then whimpered loudly as he tried to figure out how to get up the stairs.

Finally, he plastered himself hard against the edge and crawled up, almost slithered. His nipples and cock bumped against the harsh stone as he inched up the stairs. Rick followed, giving him orders and calling him a whore or slut.

It took him nearly twenty minutes to climb the three stories, scraping his stomach, breasts, and manhood against the stone until he finally spotted the top. His body shook with the effort to remain low and flat, but it was the burning humiliation that hurt more than anything else. His manhood never softened at Rick’s words.

“Mask of Shadows, you are a fucking slut. I bet you’d get off on this, wouldn’t you?”

Derik swallowed, “No, master.”

“Really?”

He felt hands jamming between his legs, pulling them painfully part before grabbing his cock. Rick grunted, then squeezed hard on his balls until Derik let out a scream of agony.

“Don’t lie to me, slut.”

Derik sobbed and slumped against the hard, stone stairs. It scraped at his knees and hands, but one shaking hand reached back to feel his cock, then a new sob ripped out as he felt the hot slickness on his shaft.

He tried to close his legs tightly, but Rick’s hand shoved itself back between his legs. His four fingers ground against Derik’s balls and manhood while the thumb pressed against his asshole. Derik shivered, freezing in place as he felt the thick digit pressing down. Rick leaned forward to growl at him.

“What is getting you off? Crawling on the floor like a bitch or the idea of me beating you? Or fact I’m going to rape you for three days?”

Derik couldn’t answer it, but he yelped as he felt Rick forcing the thick thumb into his anal ring, forcing it open as he squeezed him tightly.

“I asked a question.”

“No... master.”

Rick jammed his entire thumb into Derik’s ass and the thief’s cock surged to full height in a single instant. He felt a heat burning inside him as the thick digit plunged into him, only stopping past the second knuckle. He whimpered at the feeling, both of being filled from behind but his cock oozing precum into Rick’s hand.

“You are fucking lying, whore. You want your ass stuffed so badly, don’t you?”

Derik started to answer, but Rick jammed his thumb in deeper and tightened his fingers around Derik’s balls.

“Don’t you!?”

Letting out a sob, Derik nodded frantically, “Yes, master!”

Rick jammed his thumb hard in between his cheeks, fucking him with hard, brutal strokes that were almost punching. Derik’s body was shoved against the stairs. He braced himself with his hands and held himself still, fighting the feelings that were always pleasurable mixing in with the shame of his position. His cock continued to grow hotter, leaking as Rick pumped his ass with just a thumb. A thick, powerful thumb.

“Beg for it.”

“M-Master?”

“Beg for my fucking dick, whore!”

Derik sobbed as he leaned against the stone, feeling how Rick was bringing sensations to the top that he never wanted to feel. His cock, hot and hard, ground against Rick’s fingers.

“F-Fuck me, master.”

“What?” came the hard reply and another hard thrust.

Derik swallowed, the shame on his cheeks as he begged for something he never wanted.

“Please fuck me. Fuck my ass, f-fuck your whore.”

The thumb that drove into him pounded in a bit softer as Derik spoke. His breath came hard as he growled.

“Louder, scream it. I want Truk and everyone else in this tower to hear it.”

He tried to gain the courage, but he took too long and Rick reached out with his other hand to grab his hair. Pulling back, Derik felt a bolt of pleasure and pain coursing through his spine, pooling in his balls and tightening his asshole around the plunging finger. Rick snarled, but just pulled harder.

“Fucking beg for it!”

Rick’s voice echoed off the stone walls. Derik sobbed but he screamed out.

“Fuck me! Fuck me master! Fuck me so hard I scream, fuck me until I come, fuck-”

He kept on crying out, begging for it blindly as he felt his breasts grinding against the stone step and his body igniting with a humiliating heat. Every word that escaped his throat seemed to nail another coffin in his pride. Every thrust of the thick thumb into his guts just reminded him of the pleasures his body hungered for.

Rick grunted. His thumb yanked out of his ass and Derik let out another sob. The hand wrapped around his hair didn’t relent and he was forced to arch his back to keep the pressure.

Then, he heard Rick clear his throat and spit; a hot glob of saliva splattering against his tail bone and oozing down the crevice of his cheeks. As it dripped against his clenching asshole, the thick swollen head of Rick’s manhood pressed into it and lodged itself right at the entrance of Derik’s rectum.

Derik stumbled with his litany of begging, then let out a scream of surprise, shock, and pain as Rick punched his cock into him. Rick plunged the hard, ridged length into Derik's rectum with a single powerful surge. He felt his ass tearing open with only a bit of spit for lubrication. Before his body could catalog the pain, Rick bottomed out with his large balls crashing against Derik’s smaller ones.

Rick held it there, just as he held the entire length of his cock in Derik’s throat. To his surprise, Derik was choking again, this time from the explosion of nerves that screamed out in shock, a storm of pleasure of being penetrated mixing in with the brutal thrust that filled him. He sobbed and plastered his face against the stone, his shoulders shaking as Rick pulled back on his hair and ground deeper.

The hot pole of the crime lord’s cock vibrated deep inside him for a moment before Rick yanked it out. The cock head burst out of Derik’s asshole with a popping sound and Derik slumped forward.

“Please stop-”

His word froze as Rick slammed into him again, forcing his swollen head into the tight ring of Derik’s being and driving deep until his balls once again slammed into Derik. The slender thief’s voice cracked as he wailed, helpless to stop as Rick grabbed his shoulder with one hand and tightened his grip on the long braid. With powerful muscles, he yanked himself completely out with a slurping noise. There was only a half a heartbeat, barely a chance to inhale a single breath, before Rick impaled him again, ripping open the tight ring and slamming deep.

Derik’s shoulders shook violently as Rick began to assault him, punching his cock with hard, brutal thrusts that ground the hardness deep inside him and pulled all the way out, stretching open the tight ring until it was no longer a barrier to the thick member that dominated him.

Hard strokes that jammed into his inner organs, filling his intestines with the harder length. As the stroking grew faster and stronger, slamming Derik against the stone with every thrust of Rick’s powerful hips, Derik felt his cock surging with heat and hunger, dripping loudly against the stone. He wanted to stroke himself and then he sobbed with the realization that he got even a small amount out of pleasure from Rick’s rape.

He silently prayed that it would end soon, but there was no questioning the massive member that barreled into him, stretching him open and leaving the opening of his being gaping, would remain until Rick found his orgasm.

After many long minutes, Rick came and hot jets of sperm flooded his burning insides. Rick screamed out with rage and lust, yanking back on Derik’s hair as he forced the thief to bend almost backwards. Derik’s shoulder blades ground against the heavily muscled chest as he felt his own body coming, a humiliating orgasm born by only the pleasure of being fucked.

Rick jerked as he came again, his body shoving forward with every hot surge of seed that flooded Derik’s insides. Then, panting hard, Rick shoved Derik back down and released his hair.

Derik sobbed, not only for the burning pain of his rape, but the realization that he hungered for the feeling of something, anything, inside him. His body jerked as a final splatter of cum oozed out of his cock and splashed down on the ground.

Rick yanked his cock out. Derik looked over his shoulder to see cum dripping off the angry red. Rick looked down with an expression of disgust and... lustful excitement. He pointed to his shaft.

“Clean it.”

Derik’s eyes widened, but he didn’t respond fast enough for Rick. The powerful man grabbed his hair and yanked him back, twisting him around until Derik was sitting in his own cooling seed, staring at the dripping shaft.

“I said, fucking clean it!”

This time, Derik opened his mouth and jammed the hard cock into his mouth, trying to force it in. He got half of it into his mouth, tasting cum but nothing else. Utterly thankful for the magical containment rune, he bobbed up and down. Rick moaned, then he reached down to grab his head. Derik tried to pull off, but Rick forced him down, shoving his swelling cock into Derik’s throat until the thief’s nose buried itself into the hard muscles and thick pubic hair of Rick’s stomach.

“Whores belong on the bottom!”

Hands held him there until the desperate need to breath seared his lungs. Rick released him slightly but then he began to fuck Derik’s face like before, hard strokes that slammed the cock deep into Derik’s aching throat and holding it there until he needed air. After only a few strokes, he felt the cock swelling inside him.

Rick came in his mouth, warning Derik not to swallow. Derik held it there, tasting the slimy liquid and keeping his lips tight as Rick pulled out his glistening shaft. His jaw ached from the pressure, but he leaned back to open his mouth to show Rick he obeyed the rules.

“Swallow and clean up the damned floor,” came the immediate command. Derik’s cheeks burned as he swallowed Rick’s cum, feeling it sliding down his throat and filling his stomach. He sat up, keeping his head below Rick’s waist and looked down at the puddle of cum on the stairs.

It wasn’t anything different than what he did for Madre, he told himself, and started licking the floor clean.