Bianca Neve Part 14

We left Bianca cooling her buns after tasting Spanky’s strap. What fates might befall her now? Read on – or go back here to start at Part 1.

She was alone in the woods, locked inside her own body and strapped down to this infernal contraption. She’d been buggered, tongued and whipped. Her glowing red buttocks were punctuated with the fat sausage sticking out of her cunny, looking no doubt like a particularly rosy cheeked Pinocchio caught in lies after lies.

And now she felt a growing itch, then the beginnings of a burning in her cunny. Her soft walls gripping the meaty length grew more tender, more irritated. She recalled that the sausage was spiced, and the spicy surface was mingling with her juices to inflame and sensitise her flesh. She felt the wet dripping down her thighs as her cunny wept.

She had always feared the gloaming, when the creatures and underlings emerged. Now, trapped and vulnerable, who knew what horrors might befall her with the coming of the night. What had gone before would be naught to what nightmares the Warlocks of the Taint might envision with such an alluring target. How could the dwarves be so stupid as to leave her out here, vulnerable and alone!

Her brain whirred and tumbled through the tales of evil and dread that were told round the fires at the Palace of the evils of the Night Woods. She had heard the whispered tales under cover of the darkness in the palace, when the maidens terrorised each other before slipping into soft, arm arms for comfort. Aside from the Warlocks, all the maidens whispered of the Spirit of the Fallen. The Spirits were drawn to the scent of a Virgin wherever she may be. Tales were told of young Virgins stolen from their beds – they would be whisked away to endure an eternity of pleasuring the long dead Knights of the Bloodied Cloth in the Kingdom of the Dead. And if not the Spirits or the Warlocks, then there was the worst of them all, the Throbber. He was said to have a penis the breadth and length of a man’s arm. It was said he would rip a maiden’s cunny wide open when taking his pleasure – even splitting her in two if she were particularly tiny down there. And no mortal man would lie with a maiden who had taken the Throbber, for his Cockling would never touch the sides.

What fate might befall poor Bianca, strapped, exposed and helpless in the night woods? The next episode will be here soon …

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