Bolton Rising - (AU, RP, 18+) Flashback Part 1: Melly & Ramsay
*This
is the AU persona of our Melly character, taken from our fanfic The
Mountain.
Two Years Earlier ...
She ran through the forest, dodging trees as branches scratched and clawed at her bare skin. Her bare feet were cut to ribbons she knew, and yet she did not stop. She could hear the dogs behind her and she knew they were getting closer.
She had nothing: no shoes,
no clothes, no money, nowhere to run to, and yet she refused to stop.
Even hesitation was death. Worse than death. He would see that she
died a thousand times for this.
~ ~ ~ ~
That
night had been bad. She’d disobeyed, made him angry and he’d
punished her even her worse than he usually did. He’d brought out
his bull whip, and her back, the back of her legs and her backside
were covered with deep welts and every step was agony. She’d lasted
longer than any of the others so far. She knew how to take a beating,
but that night had been especially bad. She’d screamed and
screamed, begging him, but to no avail. When he’d finished, he
fucked her brutally, in every way he could, choking her until she
passed out, reviving her, choking her again. It went on and on until
finally his anger subsided and he left her.
When
the Guard came in a few moments later, he brought her some food on a
tray. She waited for him to put it down and then rose from the bed,
naked, bruised and bloodied, but still beautiful.
“I’m
lonely,” she said. “Keep me company for a while.” She stepped
closer and let a hand drop between her thighs.
Clearing
his throat and stepping back a half step, the Guard’s eyes dropped
to her full breasts and then lower, watching her hand moving slowly.
This Guard was the newest and the youngest, which she hoped would
make him the least loyal to her Master and the most impulsive of the
group. Watching him hesitate, she placed her other hand on his crotch
and began to massage the bulge she found, feeling it harden through
his trousers. She looked up at him and smiled a little.
“Fuck…
you shouldn’t do that. He’ll kill us both…” The Guard groaned
and cupped a breast in his hand, running a thumb over her nipple,
watching it harden under his touch.
“Fuck
me…” she whispered, unbuckling his belt as he ran his other hand
down her side, over the curve of her hip, reaching around to squeeze
her ass with a big hand. She knew she had him now. His cock sprang
free and he lifted her onto it, grunting and moving toward the bed.
“Ahhh…
no…” she cried urgently. “Not in his bed! The couch… Let me
ride you…” He hesitated and then strode to the couch, still
seated deeply inside her, and she could feel him move with every
step. Sinking onto the couch, he pulled her forward, covering a
nipple with his mouth as she began to move on his hardened cock. She
held his head close to her chest as she rode him, surprisingly
aroused, intense heat building between her thighs. His hands were on
her back and on her ass, increasing the pain of her wounds, turning
to pleasure as her pleasure intensified.
His
hands more urgent now, his mouth sucking harder on her aching nipple,
he grunted against her chest, “I’m gonna cum…” At his words,
she felt her own climax rushing through her as his cock jerked inside
of her, filling her with his seed. She watched him cum, and as his
eyes went glassy and his mouth fell open, the moment had arrived. She
reached out and grasped a wine bottle from the side table and brought
it down over his head with all of her strength. The bottle shattered
and his gaze turned from lust-glazed to stunned. He was still alive.
As
quickly as she could, she picked up a huge shard of glass and shoved
it into his neck as deeply as she could. She could feel the sharp
edge of the shard sinking into the palm of her hand, but she kept
pushing. Blood surged from his neck, splashing her face, chest and
arms. His hand went to her throat, but his strength was already
leaving him. She watched as the life left his eyes, his cock still
buried deep within her.
Without
taking the time to stop for clothing or rethink her plan, she climbed
off of the dead Guard and ran from the room.
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