His Castle

Heeeey! See how good i am? A new story and a new chapter, all in one sitting!





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This time, when Daisy came to, it was dark. The only thing she could make out was the faint light of a torch burning in the passageway outside her room, through the small barred panel in her door.





She felt worse than she could ever remember feeling. She couldn’t think straight, she could hardly move. What had that man given her?





As she thought of the man, she wished she had never stolen from him, and wondered where he was. As if he could read the girl’s thoughts, the man in question strode into the small room.





‘How are you feeling, Miss thief?’ He asked politely. Daisy found that she couldn’t even speak, so she just lay there, sprawled on the straw, and murmured something incoherent.





‘Oh really? I’m glad to hear it.’ The man said, acting as if he was having a perfectly normal conversation, instead of talking to a young girl who was being held against her will and who was, at this precise moment, completely out of it.





The man placed a hand on Daisy’s forehead,

‘Oh dear, you’re quite warm…’ He said, with apparent concern, ‘Mimi!’ he barked, and a small girl with soft pink hair hurried into the room, holding a bucket. He grabbed the latter,

‘This should help.’ He said, and emptied the bucket of icy cold water over the young thief.





Daisy lost her breath for a moment, then, her body shuddering with shock, she managed to gasp. The water had darkened her usually vivid green hair, and soaked her pathetic rags, which clung to her lithe frame.





‘That’s all Mimi. Get out.’ The man said sharply, as the pink headed girl bowed her way out of the room. With the maid gone, the man ran a wet hand through his dirty blonde mane.





‘We need to get you out of those clothes… wouldn’t want you catching a cold now…’ He said softly, as if a cold was at the top of Daisy’s list of worries.





Daisy thought vaguely that she’d rather keep her clothes on, but could do nothing to reinforce that idea. The man ripped the rags off of her with ease, his eyes roving hungrily over her flesh.





He placed his hands on Daisy’s small breasts, squeezing them gently.

‘Mmm… I wonder, how old are you Daisy? You can’t have seen many summers..’ He moved one hand lower, dragging it down across her pale stomach, sending chills throughout Daisy’s body, which she simply couldn’t feel in her current state. He reached her navel, and continued lower until his finger was curled in a small patch of hair.





The man licked his lips, tweaking the nipple of the breast he was still caressing. Daisy didn’t respond, her eyes wide open and staring, pupils dilated madly. He moved his other hand even lower, and slid it slightly inside her, but still she didn’t react.





Daisy faintly noticed the intrusion, having not felt something there before.





‘Ah… you still hold onto your maidenhood? I’m afraid it won’t be for long.’ The man said darkly, sliding his finger further into the moist folds of Daisy’s pussy. Her body twitched at the new feeling, although dulled by drugs.





The man decided it was time, and removed his hands from her unresponsive body.

‘You’ll enjoy this…’ He said, ‘well, maybe you won’t, but I certainly will.’





Moving his hands to his trousers, he unfastened his belt, throwing it aside. Then he undid his trousers, dropping them to his ankles, followed by his underwear.





He stroked his manhood with a dirty thumb, smiling greedily at the mindless girl, sprawled awkwardly on the cold stone floor.





‘Unfortunately for you, little thief, I’m particularly well endowed, so this will be especially painful.’ He growled, rubbing his large penis with both hands.





The man knelt on the straw, grabbing Daisy’s legs and pulling her drugged body roughly towards him. Positioning himself at her pussy, he quickly spat a few times on his cock, smearing his saliva over the head and shaft.





With that, he thrust. The first, hard thrust tore away Daisy’s virginity and in regular circumstances, she would’ve screamed, but she didn’t feel too much. In fact she felt almost no pain, and hardly realised somebody was having sex with her.





The man pulled out slowly, drawing a thin trickle of blood out along with his penis. He thrust again, harder. And again, and again, and then a few more times, and then even more.





As he raped Daisy, the straw beneath them turned darker and darker, blood slowly seeping out of the abused girl.





Daisy stared mindlessly at the stone ceiling, her thoughts drifting aimlessly, as something thudded dully against her time after time.





‘I’m… getting close… little… thief!’ The man gasped, quickening his pace.





With a final feral roar, he buried himself inside Daisy, right up to his hairy navel, emptying his seed inside her, flooding the small girl.





Daisy could feel something inside her, but couldn’t say what it was.





After a few moments, the man sighed heavily, pulling his shrinking manhood out of his captive, spilling his cum onto the blood-stained straw.





‘Mimi!’ He shouted wearily, and the pink haired girl appeared promptly, carrying a small towel. The man stood up, and Mimi knelt before him, cleaning his cock thoroughly. When she was done, he pulled on his discarded clothes, and followed the young maid out of the room.





‘My name, young thief, is Sir Kyle, and you’d do well to remember it.’ He said, before pulling the door shut behind him.





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Whooooo… pretty harsh, huh? Okay, well, join me for part three next time!