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The dungeon deep within the imperial palace of Boiling Isles was damp, cold, and reeked of mold and despair. Torches flickered on the black stone walls, casting long shadows across the barred cells. Luz was chained to the back wall of the small cell, her wrists bound above her head by rusty iron shackles. Her tanned body glistened with sweat despite the cold, her short, dark hair plastered to her forehead.
She was small, with modest breasts that rose and fell rapidly with her nervous breathing. The clothes she had left—a torn shirt and dirty pants—barely covered her body. Her brown eyes gleamed with a mixture of hatred and fear when she heard the heavy footsteps approaching.
The gate creaked open. Hunter entered, tall and imposing. He had a cruel smile on his lips as he locked the cell behind him.
"Look at you... still holding on after three days down here," he said, his voice low and amused. "Did you think the empire was going to treat you like a princess, Latina?"
Luz spat on the ground near his feet.
Go fuck yourself, you blond son of a bitch.
Hunter laughed, a low, dangerous sound. He approached slowly, removing his gloves finger by finger. He stopped right in front of her, so close that Luz could smell the scent of leather and male sweat.
— Foul mouth for a prisoner. I'll have to teach you some manners.
Without warning, he gripped her chin tightly, forcing her to look up. His cold blue eyes met hers. With his other hand, he ripped the rest of Luz's shirt in one swift motion, exposing her small, firm breasts. Her dark nipples hardened immediately in the cold dungeon air.
"No... don't touch me!" she growled, trying to struggle, but the chains only jingled in vain.
Hunter ignored the protest. His large, pale hand covered one of her breasts, squeezing hard enough to leave marks. He pinched her nipple between his fingers, twisting slowly as he watched her face contort.
"Look how cute they are... small, but sensitive." He lowered his head and bit the other nipple, hard enough to make Luz let out a muffled cry. His tongue licked the spot afterward, warm and wet against her tanned skin.
Luz tried to pull away, her body writhing against the chains.
Stop! I don't want this... you bastard!
But Hunter only smiled against her skin. He slid his hand down her stomach until he reached her pants, which he pulled up without ceremony. His thick fingers found her thin panties and ripped them off with a sharp tug, leaving her completely exposed.
He took a step back just to admire her body: her tanned skin glistening, her small breasts heaving, her smooth, dark pussy already visible between her trembling thighs.
— How delightful… a prisoner all to myself to play with.
Hunter unbuckled his uniform belt, the metallic sound echoing in the cell. His cock was already hard, the swollen head glistening with precum. He moved closer again, gripping Luz's thighs and forcing them open as wide as the chains would allow.
"No... please..." her voice faltered as she felt the thick head of his penis brush against her dry entrance.
“Please”? Now you’re asking nicely? — he mocked, rubbing his penis against her vaginal lips, spreading the moisture that was beginning to appear despite her fear. — You’ll endure everything.
With a sharp movement of his hips, Hunter thrust inside, forcing half of his thick cock into Luz's tight cunt. She screamed, her body arching against the chains as she felt him stretch her cruelly.
"Damn... so tight," he groaned, his eyes half-closed in pleasure. He gripped her hips tightly, white nails marking her tanned skin, and pushed deeper until he was completely buried inside her.
Luz was sobbing, tears streaming down her face.
— Get away from me… it hurts… you son of a bitch!
Hunter began to move, thrusting hard and deep, the wet sound of flesh slapping echoing in the dungeon. Each time he went all the way in, her small breasts swayed. He grabbed a handful of her short hair, pulling her head back to bite her dark neck.
— Scream louder. No one's going to save you down here. You're my little bitch now.
He quickened the pace, fucking her brutally against the cold wall. One hand slid down to her clitoris, rubbing it in quick circles as his cock slid in and out mercilessly.
He fucked her faster, deeper, until her body began to tremble. Luz tried to resist, biting her lips, but the forced orgasm came on strong, making her tighten around his cock as she screamed.
Hunter grunted, thrusting deep inside her and ejaculating in thick, hot jets, filling the prisoner's cunt with his semen. He remained there for long seconds, throbbing, while Luz gasped, her body limp in the chains.
When it finally came out, a trickle of white ran down her tanned thigh.
Hunter wiped his penis on her torn skirt and smiled, satisfied.
— Good girl. I'll be back tomorrow for another round. Who knows, maybe you'll start begging for it.
He left the cell, leaving Luz chained, worn and dripping, the echo of her footsteps fading into the dark dungeon corridor.