Story: Persephone Nine, Chapter 21 – The March

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Cunt was exhausted by the time Confidence finally called an end to the first day’s march.  She had spent the entire day being half-led, half-dragged by her tits, trying to keep her bound hands as close as possible to her groin to avoid tugging painfully on her clitoris piercing. 

Vice was impressed with her, actually.  And when the group staggered to a stop, he wanted to give her some positive reinforcement.  But he remembered how the Galliard expected him to express his affection for a woman. 

“You’re a pathetic slut,” he told her.  “And an embarrassment to your gender.”  And he slapped her across the face. 

She was confused and hurt for a moment – but then she realised what Vice was actually trying to tell her. 

“Thank you, sir,” she mumbled.  “I love you.” 

And she stumbled forwards to kiss him on the lips – a surprisingly passionate and heartfelt kiss – and then fell to her knees to kiss his cock. 

Vice had to confess that he liked this new version of the woman who had once been called Laurel. 

Confidence walked past near him as Laurel slobbered gratefully over his dick. 

“Species,” said Confidence. 

“Sorry?” asked Vice. 

“She is an embarrassment to her species, not her gender,” said Confidence.  “Bitches are not humans, or Galliard. They are another species, more akin to an animal that we simply happen to interbreed with.  We teach our women that they are much like pigs or dogs, and equally as worthless.” 

“Of course,” said Vice.  He stepped away from Cunt before her mouth left too much of a wet spot on the crotch of his pants. 

Another of the Galliard – Vice thought this one was named Fortitude – was staring at Cunt’s naked body. 

“How do you intend to hurt the bitch, tonight, Vice?” he growled. 

“Do you mean as part of her normal discipline?” asked Vice.  “Or for some other reason?” 

Confidence turned to look at him.  “Your bitch has been teasing our cocks all day with her naked body,” he said.  “She is responsible for our arousal.  You have told us that she is your bitch alone, and we cannot rape her as she deserves.  So how will you punish her for teasing our cocks?” 

Vice saw that this was not optional.  He would have to torture Cunt before sleeping, or else the Galliard would not respect his claim over her.  Something that would hurt her – and badly enough to satisfy the Galliard – but not damage her. 

Confidence saw him thinking, and said, “If I might suggest an option, Jayson Vice?” 

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Confidence’s option turned out to involve the tree that they were camping under – a tall thing, of purplish wood, with a network of strong branches extending into the sky.  Fortitude climbed the tree to place a series of metal pulleys amongst the branches, and through these pulleys, they ran the rope connected to Cunt’s tits. 

“Come, Jayson Vice,” said Confidence.  “Pull on the rope, and lift your bitch.” 

Vice tugged doubtfully on the rope – and discovered that through the magic of the pulleys, with only a little effort he was able to yank Cunt from her knees to her feet, literally dragging her upwards by her tits.   

Cunt didn’t like this, of course, and squealed.  Vice was honestly surprised that the binding around her tits supported her weight so well.  It was her own fault, he supposed – if she had smaller tits, it would be impossible to leash her in this way. 

“Higher,” urged Confidence, and Vice continued to pull, until Cunt’s feet left the ground, and she was literally hanging by her tits in the air. 

Cunt was screaming now. 

“Please sir!” she babbled.  “I love you!  I love you!  Please let me down!  Please!  It hurts so much.” 

But Vice held onto the rope, and walked across to her.  He reached out and unclipped the chain on her clitoris ring, letting it hang, unconnected, from her bound hands.  With his free hand, he undid his pants, letting them drop to the ground exposing his cock.  He pressed himself up against her, her naked flesh against his chest, his dick a little below her groin – and then he gently lowered her down, his erect cock slowly sliding into her pussy. 

She moaned as she felt herself impaled on his cock. 

“Good cunt,” he whispered, too quietly for the Galliard to hear. “It’s this, or they can all rape you.  Which do you prefer?” 

“This,” whispered Cunt.  “Fuck, it hurts so much – but… thank you, sir.  I love you.” 

“Don’t thank me just yet,” said Vice – and he began to tug on the rope. 

With each tug, Cunt was pulled up a little by her tits – and when Vice slackened his grip, she fell back onto his cock.  He was effectively masturbating himself with her entire body, and causing her immense pain in her breasts as he did so. 

And he had to admit that it felt good. 

The Galliard were cheering and clapping at Cunt’s torture.  Many of them were fucking the Galliard bitches they had brought with them as they watched.  There was a particularly loud roar of approval any time that Cunt moaned or screamed. 

Vice fucked her slowly.  He wanted to cum inside her, but he wanted something else – something critical to Confidence’s option.  And as he pulled her up and down by her tits, he sensed that it was coming – Cunt’s own orgasm, an orgasm of pain and humiliation, an orgasm from being abused and treated like an object for the pleasure of Vice’s cock. 

He watched for the signs, slowly bouncing her on his dick – and when he could see she was finally about to cum, despite herself – an undignified, whorish orgasm – he said, “Now.” 

Immediately Fortitude stepped forward, reached between Cunt’s tits, and sliced through the rope binding them with a knife. 

Instantly the binding around Cunt’s breasts came loose.  She fell, and Vice caught her with her arms, still lifted off the ground, still riding his cock  – and the blood flow to Cunt’s tits that had been partially stymied all day returned to Cunt’s fuckbags.   

It was like a feeling of pins and needles – but magnified a thousand times over, like she was being stabbed all over her sex-melons with syringes. 

She screamed – and as she screamed, she orgasmed, unable to help herself. 

There were wild roars of approval from the Galliard – shouts that this was exactly what the cockteasing bitch deserved – and as Vice felt his former crewmate bucking with agony and pleasure on his dick, he came too, spurting his cum up inside Cunt’s spasming fuckhole. 

He didn’t even need to tell her what to say. 

“Thank you, sir,” tears of pain and humiliation rolling down her cheeks. “Thank you.  I love you.  I love you.” 

He wanted to tell her that he loved her too – or at least that he regarded her as his property, and had a certain affection for her – but instead he expressed himself in the Galliard way – by slapping her across the face. 

“You’re a worthless, stupid whore, and you deserved this,” he whispered to her. 

And she responded by thanking him again and kissing him. 

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They went on like this for two more days – Cunt with her hands bound to her clitoris piercing, being dragged along by her tits. 

It was obvious that the Galliard were not happy that they were prevented from fucking Cunt.  When she strayed too far on her leash from Vice, they would put their paws on her, squeezing her ass or her tits, or running their claws lightly over her skin, and she would yelp and hurry back to Vice’s side. 

They discussed amongst themselves the ways they would like to rape Cunt as they walked – and some of their ideas made even Vice shiver with horror.  He was not at all sure that such treatment would leave Cunt undamaged.  And if they worried Vice, these conversations were twice as terrifying for Cunt, who seemed to shiver with fear whenever the Galliard looked at her. 

On the second day, as they took a brief rest at noon, Vice made the mistake of tying Cunt’s leash to a tree and walking away briefly to chat to Confidence about their route.  When he returned, he found two Galliard standing over Cunt, pointing their cocks at her face, and bathing her in a stream of their urine! 

“Mouth open, bitch,” one of them was snarling.  “Drink it.” 

Cunt was squealing and crying as she tried to turn her face away from the stream of piss. 

Vice knew he couldn’t respond to this trespass with anything less than force, so he seized a branch from the ground, lifted it above his head, and brought it down hard across the shoulders of one of the Galliard. 

“Get away from my bitch!” he growled. 

The branch didn’t look like it did much damage – but it startled the Galliard enough that they stopped pissing, and took a step away from Cunt. 

“You abandoned your property,” spat the one who Vice hadn’t hit.  “So we’re marking her as ours.” 

Vice brandished the branch.  “She is mine, and she remains mine,” he warned them.  “Do you want to test me?” 

They seemed uncertain – and then Confidence walked up behind Vice. 

“Leave the bitch alone,” Confidence snarled.  “She belongs to Jayson Vice.” 

The Galliard bowed their heads towards their leader and reluctantly withdrew. 

Confidence placed his hand on Vice’s shoulder as they left. 

“But they are right,” he said, in a quieter voice.  “You should mark her.” 

It was not a suggestion, Vice knew.  He walks over to Cunt and slapped her.   

“Open your mouth, you dumb slut,” he told her.   

And when she did, he took out his cock and began to piss on her. 

He tried not to get too much in her mouth – but he didn’t try *too* hard, because she looked pretty when she was humiliated. 

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Vice had worried about the unpleasantness of fucking Cunt again that night while she was still soaked in urine, but as it turned out they took another brief break in the afternoon, and at this time Confidence had the Galliard women give Cunt a tongue bath.  The big-titted Galliard nymphets applied their tongues to every part of Cunt’s body – with particular attention to her lips, her pussy, her anus and her tits – and by the time she was done Cunt looked as clean as if she had showered – albeit that she was glowing with sexual arousal from the lesbian attention, and her pussy mound was engorged and visibly sticky with cunt nectar. 

When they made camp, Vice was again expected to pain-fuck his bitch, and this time he made use of a simple device that Confidence loaned to him.  It was a cock ring, with a chain and clamp.  The ring went around the base of Vice’s cock and balls, and the clamp connected tightly to Cunt’s clitoris.  He merely needed to fuck her from behind, and with every pull back, he would tug agonisingly on Cunt’s clit.  She was screaming from the third thrust – and it must have intensified her pain that Vice used the ropes still bound around her tits as reins, to pull her body back towards his cock.   

The Galliard loved watching her abuse, and as with the night before, as Cunt approached her orgasm, they released her tit bindings, so that she could orgasm with her breasts in agonising pain.   

“This is the only way a bitch should ever cum,” said Confidence, with some satisfaction.  “Screaming, finding pleasure in her abuse.” 

As before, Cunt thanked him afterwards, and kissed him, and told him that she loved him, and Vice slapped her across the face and told her that she was a worthless rape-slut who deserved to have her fuckbags tortured. 

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The cruelty towards Cunt continued on the third day.  When Fortitude made the observation that bitches didn’t *need* to have a clitoris, and that it could be removed if a bitch was sufficiently disobedient, Cunt actually burst into tears, and pressed herself up against Vice, her tits against his arm. 

“Please,” she whispered.  “Please. Please protect me from them.  I’m sorry.  I’m sorry I was a bitch.  Please.” 

He wanted to hug her then, and tell her it would be all right, and that absolutely nobody would be removing her clitoris, but the Galliard would never allow him to show such affection, so he slapped her and told her that the only thing that he wanted to come out of her mouth was his cock, after he was done raping her. 

At noon he “marked” her again, relieving his bladder onto her as the Galliard watched, and some time after that she was licked clean by the Galliard women again. 

To torture Cunt that night, Confidence gave Vice a kind of condom, a rubber glove, and a jar full of ointment. 

“Put on the condom, then use the glove to apply the ointment to the outside of the condom.  Be careful to get none on your skin,” said Confidence. 

‘What will it do?” asked Vice. 

“Inside her cunt, it will burn like a stinging nettle,” Confidence said.  “It will do no permanent damage to her, but I feel it is likely she has never had such pain in her fuckhole before.  She will scream.  After it is done, her fuckhole will stay inflamed for a day or so.  The itch will make her horny – she will want to be fucked – and yet any stimulation to her groin until it heals will be intolerably painful.” 

And Confidence was right.  When Vice pushed the ointment-coated condom into Cunt’s pussy as he fucked her, she began to scream almost immediately, and try to pull away, and he had to use the ropes attached to her tits to hold her against him.  He had never felt her struggle so much before.  She was like a possessed woman, trying to get away from his cock. 

Her struggles, of course, just made the sex that much more enjoyable.  And, like the slut she was, she still orgasmed – and once again, her tit bondage was released as she did, allowing the blood back into her abused breasts just as the pleasure of orgasm hit her. 

Vice thought Cunt actually passed out for a few minutes after she came.  But when he pulled his cock out of her, she started whimpering again. 

“Thank you,” she whispered.  “I love you.” 

He kicked her in the cunt and told her she was a stupid whore. 

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But that night the Galliard let him lay with Cunt, holding her in his arms. 

“Are you all right?” he asked her, whispering directly in her ear.  “How does your pussy feel?” 

“It burns,” she whimpered.  “But… sir… when I said I loved you… I mean it.” 

He was surprised by this.  “No, you don’t,” he said playfully.  “You hate me, remember?” 

“No,” she said.  “I always thought you were just… abusing us because you wanted to.  But now I see what the Galliard are like.  How they would have treated us if you weren’t here.  I don’t think I would have survived.  I think they might have literally fucked me to death.  You were just trying to help, and I was…” 

She paused, and when she continued, her voice was choked with tears. 

“I was such a bitch,” she whispered.  “Such a dumb, ungrateful bitch.” 

“You were,” he agreed.  “You were a stupid big-titted bitch who deserved to be raped.  And you still are.  You know that, right?  You always will be.” 

“Yes,” she breathed.  “I know.  I’m sorry, sir.” 

“But you’re *my* stupid big-titted bitch,” said Vice.  “And I *will* look after you.” 

“Thank you, sir,” she whispered.  “I know I don’t deserve it.  And the fact that you do it anyway…. I love you.  I need you, and I love you, and I’m so sorry I’m such a stupid big-titted bitch.” 

And she wiggled her ass against him, pushing it against his cock, which was hardening for the second time that night. 

“You know it will hurt you, if I put it in you again?” he told her. 

“I know,” she replied.  “But I don’t care.  I deserve it.  And it will make you happy.  And I want to make you happy… so you’ll keep protecting me… and because I love you.” 

“Can you stay quiet, if I fuck you?” he asked. 

“I don’t know,” Cunt admitted. 

“Then we’ll do this,” said Vice – and put his hand over her mouth, tightly, almost cutting off her breathing.  And at the same time, he slid his cock back into her tortured fuckhole. 

She *did* scream, a little, as his penis pushed into her inflamed vagina, but his hand muffled it, and after that, she actually was a good girl, and kept quiet as her captain gently raped her, and she even managed to avoid making noise when she orgasmed. 

It was good that Cunt got a little pleasure, Vice thought.  Because tomorrow they would reach the Galliard camp.   

And then anything could happen.

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