Malice Maze

Chapter 13
Roxy’s Adrenaline

Roxy moved in the dark the way no mortal could but her. Not even her people of the desert could move with the speed and aim of Roxy. The night beat for her, pulsed around her. The darkness did not scare her, the sudden rush of adrenaline did. Her knives were moving through the darkness and finding a mark every time. A slash to a wrist here, a slash across a hard organ there, a killing blow across the neck every once in a while. It did not matter that she was not killing them, she was wounding them, she was covered in their blood, and she was enjoying every moment of it. Her hands were slick with the blood, her body pumping, and she kept moving through darkened rocks, sliding further and further into the depths of her descent, and still she found a mark every slice.

Her downfall in the caverns of the rocky descent came quicker than she expected and in the form of bright phosphorescent lights glaring off of the many crystallized walls and the perfectly clear water. The light, though not as bright as it first appeared, to Roxy’s eyes was as bright as the sunlight in the desert. She tried to shield her eyes as she went sliding into the water, to keep her retinas from burning at the sudden darkness to light contrast, but she remained helpless. She fell into the water and it instantly turned a dark hazy color from the blood that had dripped over her. Hands reached in and pulled her out, not to save her, to attack her.

Slam! She was thrown to the rocks as she tried to catch her breath. Hands were everywhere, gripping her arms, tearing off her shift, spreading her legs, as one dominant creature pushed between her legs and found her opening. With no warning, with no amount of foreplay, with nothing but her dry friction and his rock hard cock, he pushed into her, violently, raping away the innocence she had held for nearly thirty years of life. She screamed up at the cavern walls and the sound echoed throughout. One of the creatures had the state of mind to place a hand over her mouth. How they moved so agile through their blindness Roxy could not comprehend, nor was she in the state of mind to comprehend. Her knives were lost to the water and her adrenaline was quickly rushing out of her body and leaving her helpless beneath the claws of the creatures.

The creature pounded into her, almost experimentally, like he had never done this sort of thing before. When Roxy really looked, really saw, she realized that none of them had. They were young, at least for the creatures they were, teenagers really, and they were all having sex for the first time. The thought of ‘all’ made Roxy squeal and try to fight harder, but with the adrenaline gone so was most of her strength.

Her body was ravaged by the teenage creature, his cock pushing in and out of her while others waited their turn. Unlike Nanaia’s quick fall under the devils these creatures were patient, all knowing they would have a chance between this woman’s legs.

Roxy bucked as the creature orgasmed and filled her. She hated the feel of the hot seed filling her insides, dripping down her legs and coating the rock beneath her. There was so much and she could swear she felt it squirming inside of her. She kicked and fought as the creature removed himself and another replaced him. With the seed of the last one dripping from her the dry friction that had been her first initial rape had eased and now, despite her body not wanting to be, she was wet. The next creature entered her with a better ease and understanding and moved inside of her, thrust for thrust, allowing her to buck against him and seemingly enjoying the ride.

One creature had the state of mind to reach out and tweak her nipple. When she let out a little squeak behind one of her captors hands the creatures seemed to twiddle with joy. Hands reached out and began to massage her breasts, tweaking the nipple until it unwillingly became erect and hard, and then they rubbed their callused hands over the sensitive part of her body, enjoying the small massaging sensation.

Repeatedly Roxy was taken, and with each creature that filled her body she lost another piece of her soul and the adrenaline that had kept her going. She was exhausted, exhausted from being used and abused and from being held down. They were young and inexperienced but they were determined. There had to be fifty creatures left to take advantage of her, she could not imagine how many she had killed off before. How many women had given birth to creatures down here to make so many of them? Why had none of these creatures ever seen a woman before?

Roxy counted up to fifty-one, the last one inside of her, her body raw. One of the creatures poured water down her throat and over her body, perhaps knowing she was dehydrated. She was unable to understand how she had survived the continual rapes. Her limbs were limp, her whole body ragged, and still these creatures filled her. The last one was the most determined, his mouth suckling on her breasts, his teeth grazing over her sensitive skin. He slipped in and out of her, her body wet from seed and cum and tongues though her body still wanted to reject every foreign object. She knew she was bleeding, wounded, and still this last one kept going in her. He seemed to have a certain bit of experience that none of the others had. He knew how to fuck her, and he was doing all he could to hit that spot on her that had never been touched before, a spot that had her moan though she wanted none of this. She was disgusted, and disgusted more with herself for losing, all because of some phosphorescent light.

Before the creature, the man, above her could finish himself off Roxy found herself losing to the exhaustion. The darkness was overtaking her. With one last settled closing of her eyes she was gone to the world, passed out in a dream world hopefully better than this one, while the creature above her screamed his triumph, filling her completely.