I've always wanted something bad to happen to Arya and Sienna Guilleroy, because they're sluts, so here it is. Review please!
Durza circled the table, where the elf Arya lay. Her hair was splayed in a fan around her head and her eyelids concealed her emerald eyes. Durza stopped at the foot of the table. His pale hands ran up her legs and he groaned. What he wouldn't give...
And it wasn't strictly impossible. Galbatorix wanted her tortured, and why not enjoy himself whilst doing so? Heck, Arya might even get something out of it. He picked up the whip again, and slashed it across her chest. She writhed, but didn't make a sound, her eyes open again. She glared at him, full of hate. But then Durza saw another emotion flicker accross her eyes, one he didn't recognise.
She grimaced as he cupped her face and whispered soothingly in her pointed ear, "I'll make this all worth your while."
There was that emotion again, dancing through her eyes like they were passing a window.
He crawled onto the table with her and caressed her cheek bones, high and proud. She shivered, but was held down with magic. She suddenly realised his intentions and screamed and wriggled around, to no avail. "Alas, no escape route this time." he reached down and untied her tunic. She tried to use magic against him, but was pulled into a dark embrace. She pushed against his chest with her bound hands, trying to escape. She shrieked, 'Let me go! Stop!" He laughed and gagged her. Taking off her tunic and pants, he kissed her roughly, but full of passion. She head-butted him and he growled and bit her. "None of that, now."
He kissed her again, on the cheek, and untied her gag. "You make a sound, and you'll feel more pain that even i have."
He pushed her against a wall and kissed her again, this time on the lips. He pushed his tounge deep inside, where her's was cowering. He lured it out, and she bit his tongue.
Shut up, and take it like the whoare you are!
She struggled, but it was useless. He was now inside. He moved himself however he wanted, whatever felt good, not really caring about her pain threshold. She finally made contact.
YOU SICK, TWISTED, EVIL SCUM!
Now now, darling, be polite.
IF I EVER GET THE CHANCE TO SEE YOU AGAIN, I'LL KILL MYSELF!
As will i. The emotions sometimes get too much to bear.
He wrapped his arms around her breastbone, moaning.
Who's on top now?
He felt pleasure lapping at his insides and he gasped, his dirty fingernails scraping down her breasts and leaving trickles of blood.
He panted and pushed, reaching climax. He laughed when he heard her moan.
Told you i could make this better...
She tore at his robes, clinging off his back, sinking her nails in with pleasure. He sunk his long fangs into her shoulder, and decided, hell, why not? and gave her a lovebite.
She squirmed and moaned as he started again. Too bad the whip was so far away...
She smelled stale whiskey on his breath. Suddenly, she felt like she was floating. She heard his laughter, but it sounded like a million miles away.
Stop...please...i'm not meant to do this! Please!
I understand. It's hard, having feelings for your captee.
No! I don't i just... i just... STOP!!! STOP DOING THIS TO ME, YOU SICK BASTARD!
She lifted her knee up and brought it straight into his groin. He cried out and withdrew. He got up and grabbed the whip. She was trembling naked in the corner as he whipped her raw. He straightened his robes and threw her hers. She dressed quickly and tried to regain her dignity, but found she had none left. She glared icily at Durza, wishing him a slow and painful death. If looks could kill... She stumbled after him, mainly because she was drawn by magic. He took her to the dinning hall, where a hundred Urgals were dining. He cut the magic and left. Wondering what the hell she should do in a situation like this she stumbled forward. Every eye was on her. She sat in the middle of the floor and cried. She hurt, she ached and suddenly Urgals were laughing at her. She drew her knees in and lay there sobbing and bleeding. After a few moments Durza and Galbatorix appeared on a platform high above the hall. Durza called out, "Do what you will." and she was surrounded. Urgals spat and urinated on her, they cut her arms and pulled her hair and laughed and jeered. A few tried to feel her up, but she drew her knees in closer. Her face screwed up and she screamed. Alarmed, they drew back. Three stayed forward and pulled her up to the platform. She was thrown unceremoniously in fron of the king. She realised how important this was, and summoned what little charm she had left. She curtsied and grimaced at him. He smiled toothily and said, in barely more than a whisper, "Manners won't help you now."