Mind returned to him and at that moment their eyes intersected.

She looked at him through a veil of tears, breathing heavily and not moving: broken and defiled.

“This is only the beginning,” Will said, and he himself became terrified at how cold his voice sounded.

This is just the beginning ...

— 2 —

Days in the cave flowed unnoticed. Will quickly lost track of them, every day sinking deeper into the maelstrom of madness and the train of endless rape and torture of the witch. Only occasionally did he go outside to hunt and go back.

He did not lose when he took the rope with him on the road. Tying the captive hand and foot, Will kept her in a dark niche that was located in the far corner of the cave. Knit knots, he knew how to masterfully. The girl will not be able to move until he wants it. The rope rubbed her skin to the blood, but he did not care.

The torment of the witch endured steadfastly. A week later, her body was covered with numerous abrasions and bruising, her face was thinner, her eyes were red with tears. Will saw on it traces of beatings. She has already been tortured before. Evidence of this was the scars on the right shoulder, side and knees. The waist was decorated with a tattoo of woven symbols, the meanings of which Will did not understand.

The bottle of ale he took with him was empty quickly. It was fun to rape a girl in a drunken stupor, but with a fresh head he too often felt sorry for her. The witch had a sad look, but despite all the pain that Will brought to her, he did not see in him the same hatred that he hid in his own heart. She did not blame him, but pitied. Even when he lashed out with her belt, when he forced him to choke on his cock, buried deep in her throat, collect food from the ground or hit her face.

Once during the next rape, Will even stamped her with a red-hot piece of iron. “This means that your worthless life now belongs to me,” he told her then. The girl swallowed it.

The man pumped it with his seed days and nights on the passage. Soon he was surprised to find that his prisoner was beginning to enjoy the process. Increasingly, the girls moans sounded voluptuous, and inside her vagina was getting wet. He clearly heard the squish when slandering her young body. The member slid easily and left a love tunnel wet from girlish juices. Several times she was trembling in his arms. Will was ready to swear that the witch had finished. Sometimes she was brave and even slightly waved to him. This angered him most. He was furious, lashed her on the bare bottom, leaving purple spots on it, beat on the cheeks and pulled off her hair. When she finished again, in order to punish her, Will pierced the poor little girl's nipples, and after a day inserted metal rings into them, which he smelted from Sarah's old earrings.

“Let this pain remind you of who you took from me,” he told the witch, foaming at the mouth.

The girl had no clothes now. When it became unbearably cold in the cave, Will let her sleep by the fire. She bathed in a stream that flowed under stone vaults. The man always kept the girl on sight at such moments, but she seemed not to think about escaping. Moreover, when during a regular hunt a wild boar injured his leg, the witch gestured to Will for help. He barked at her and forced her to crouch in a corner. But when on the third day the wound festered, and all the methods of treatment tried by him did not help, Will gave her the opportunity to help herself.

“If I feel that I am getting worse, I will immediately burn you right here,” he warned her.

She nodded understandingly, and then made some decoction in a pot, made from her own stocks of herbs and put a compress on the man's leg. The next day, he felt much better, and a week later, Will was no longer limping.

He did not understand the behavior of the captive. He tortured her daily, but in response there were no evil looks, no attempts to escape or kill him. Moreover, she helped him. What for?

However, such moments of enlightenment quickly dissolved in the abyss of hatred, when Son and wife again came to the memory of Will. Then he recalled the reason for which he was here.

If a man took off his clothes, the witch already knew that she was waiting. She resignedly rose to her feet and appeared naked before him, with her red hair loose, ready for anything.

Most often, Will raped her on the table, but sometimes he took the girl right on the ground. It is difficult to say how many months have passed before the girl suddenly felt unwell. Blood did not go to her for several moons, and Will realized that she had suffered from him. Sharpening a campfire knife before another hunt, the man reminded her that when she gave birth to his child, he would kill her. The witch met these words as always silently, looking at her rapist with humility and at the same time with pity.

That day he returned from the hunt, carrying with him the carcass of a large deer. They ate, and later he raped her again. She finished under him violently, clasping his lower back with legs and bit his lip to blood, but for the first time, Will did not punish her for it.

The witch fell asleep with a smile on her lips. Will wanted to pounce on her and cut her mouth with a knife, but for some reason her angelic beauty and helplessness wounded his heart. He fell asleep beside him, forgetting himself in a sound sleep and putting his big palm on her tummy. There was a heartbeat of their unborn child inside.

— 3 —

In the womb of the red-haired witch, the fruit was ripe, but Will was not at all concerned. Everything curled up from endless intercourse, anger and madness. The girl's stomach grew in front of his eyes, but the desire of her rapist did not disappear even for a moment. A man took possession of a young elastic body again and again, every day several times. The girl was already frankly moaning and spreading her legs. Whenever a member of the perpetrator filled her bosom, she moved the pelvis to meet him. Slippery, slurping vagina throbbed and bleed juices.

Seeing and feeling this, Will was brutalized, grabbed the witch by the hair and tore as hard and deep as he could. He whipped the girl on the bottom, ottyagil her nipples darkened from pregnancy, but she had long been accustomed to pain, and it seemed that this pain gives her even more pleasure. Will humiliated her, spat in her face, but the witch stoically endured it all. Her body shuddered with orgasms that she was unable to contain.

It seemed to him that nothing human was left in him. Why is he here? After all, he appeared to kill the witch, and now he has become her lover. She wears his child under her heart ... Will looked into his reflection in the water and even there he saw an animal. His hair was grown, his chin was decorated with a hard, uncut beard. He was naked, dirty, covered in sweat and the blood of animals killed in the hunt. This savage.

- You did it with me! - Will growled, driving his nature into the girl's current vagina. - You turned me into a monster!

But he did not see the way back. Erupting into the bosom of a pregnant witch, the man again plunged into the abyss of oblivion. The young body of a beautiful girl drunk him, as did the power he had over him. He beat her less than before, but sometimes the rage burst out. Then Will put the girl on all fours and lashed it with a twig. The witch bit her lips, squealed, but suffered. And then he took possession of her.

Holding his palms on his bloated to incredible size, the man swept his pelvis with a flourish. His hard, blood-filled dick tormented the witch's ass, pushing the tight little ring and disappearing inside. What would Pastor Neville say when he saw him now? Would have called Will sodomite.

The back hole of the witch was narrow and bottomless. A man could dive into it completely, not meeting obstacles.When he entered the vagina, he certainly stuck it ... Read more →