Her face flustered with a deep shade of scarlet, turning her cheeks a tomato-like color, her breath coming out in slight however deep and anticipating huffs. The hardwood stick stroked the back on her soft neck, slowly rolling down her nape, making her quiver in her expensive black leather boots.
The stick then suddenly retracted and aggressively struck her, making her cry out. The atmosphere and air in the sky was thick with humidity and moisture, droplets began to gather on the edge of her lips. She began to sweat like a pig, the sweat shrouding her in a cloak of glistering droplets. The stick brushed her tender silky smooth dark hair, pushing through every thread. Nervous breathing filled the air, followed by a slight tremble. A timid moan escaped her lips, breaking free of her chattering teeth and escaping into the free wind that carried it to her captors ears.
He smiled a big smile.
When she saw his big heart-melting smile, she succumbed to the stick, letting it beat her mercilessly. Her beating was soon done with, as her captor grunted and shoved her back to the tree.
She struggled to grasp the handle of the axe, huffing whilst she picked it up. Swinging with all the might she could possibly muster, the axe head hit the bark of the tree with a big "CLANK". Beads of sweat fell to their doom as they rolled off her curves. Her stamina was running out already, as she had not had much to eat, but had been doing back-breaking sweat drenching manual labour all day in the unforgiving camp. She moaned for food, even the tiniest scrap of mouldy bread would fill her with carbohydrates and energy. The camp warden gave her the gaze of a lech, flashing his ever-white sinister smile at her, he produced a yellow and blue exotic sea creature that was soggy with moisture as if freshly caught. The warden tossed it over to her, grinning madly at her confused however untrusting expression. She caught it with sweaty palms, as if it were a bar of soap, it comically began to slip and slide out of her hands, however she had managed to snag it firmly, pressing into the pufferfish's rough scales. Too hungry to complain, she bit deep into the pufferfish, a loud yet mushy and wet CRUNCH echoing through the air as she bit into it.
Her knees became weak as she dropped to them. She really had started to sweat vigorously, her face becoming covered in a deep scarlet, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Soft moans slowly increasing in tempo as she curled up into a ball. She could contain it no more, as she exploded from her curled position she let out a KYUUUUN and then politely passed out on her floor with a satisfied face.
However, a beating stick traced across her hips making her lips tremble once again...The warden would not forgive her for slacking out like this because of her weird pufferfish fetishes, and as he raised the stick high above her buttocks, she closed her eyes which leaked salty tears, she whispered... For The Empire.
SO GUYS, THIS IS MY FIRST ONESHOT NOVEL CHAPTER! SHOULD I MAKE A PART 2? YES/NO? VOTE ON THE RESULT! IF THIS GETS ENOUGH VOTES I'LL MAKE A PART 2 TO THIS, AND POTENTIALLY A FULLY-FLESHED OUT STORY, SO VOTE YES IF YOU'D LIKE TO SEE MORE!
The stick then suddenly retracted and aggressively struck her, making her cry out. The atmosphere and air in the sky was thick with humidity and moisture, droplets began to gather on the edge of her lips. She began to sweat like a pig, the sweat shrouding her in a cloak of glistering droplets. The stick brushed her tender silky smooth dark hair, pushing through every thread. Nervous breathing filled the air, followed by a slight tremble. A timid moan escaped her lips, breaking free of her chattering teeth and escaping into the free wind that carried it to her captors ears.
He smiled a big smile.
When she saw his big heart-melting smile, she succumbed to the stick, letting it beat her mercilessly. Her beating was soon done with, as her captor grunted and shoved her back to the tree.
She struggled to grasp the handle of the axe, huffing whilst she picked it up. Swinging with all the might she could possibly muster, the axe head hit the bark of the tree with a big "CLANK". Beads of sweat fell to their doom as they rolled off her curves. Her stamina was running out already, as she had not had much to eat, but had been doing back-breaking sweat drenching manual labour all day in the unforgiving camp. She moaned for food, even the tiniest scrap of mouldy bread would fill her with carbohydrates and energy. The camp warden gave her the gaze of a lech, flashing his ever-white sinister smile at her, he produced a yellow and blue exotic sea creature that was soggy with moisture as if freshly caught. The warden tossed it over to her, grinning madly at her confused however untrusting expression. She caught it with sweaty palms, as if it were a bar of soap, it comically began to slip and slide out of her hands, however she had managed to snag it firmly, pressing into the pufferfish's rough scales. Too hungry to complain, she bit deep into the pufferfish, a loud yet mushy and wet CRUNCH echoing through the air as she bit into it.
Her knees became weak as she dropped to them. She really had started to sweat vigorously, her face becoming covered in a deep scarlet, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Soft moans slowly increasing in tempo as she curled up into a ball. She could contain it no more, as she exploded from her curled position she let out a KYUUUUN and then politely passed out on her floor with a satisfied face.
However, a beating stick traced across her hips making her lips tremble once again...The warden would not forgive her for slacking out like this because of her weird pufferfish fetishes, and as he raised the stick high above her buttocks, she closed her eyes which leaked salty tears, she whispered... For The Empire.
SO GUYS, THIS IS MY FIRST ONESHOT NOVEL CHAPTER! SHOULD I MAKE A PART 2? YES/NO? VOTE ON THE RESULT! IF THIS GETS ENOUGH VOTES I'LL MAKE A PART 2 TO THIS, AND POTENTIALLY A FULLY-FLESHED OUT STORY, SO VOTE YES IF YOU'D LIKE TO SEE MORE!
