Shackled busty ebony teen is bound by her captur
Title: “Bound Bounties: A Mage’s Curse”
The young ebony beauty, Zula, found herself hooded and shackled in the depths of her captor’s den, Kragen the Hesitant Mage. He had grown weary of her protests, her pleas for freedom falling on deaf ears. She was a mere thing to him, a trinket bound for his depraved amusement.
Kragen, cloaked in ebony robes, sauntered into the dimly lit chamber. The fetters clinked as Zula struggled against her bonds, her nubile young body glistening with perspiration. “Silence, wench,” he commanded, his potbelly wobbling as he approached her. “Your incessant whining grows tiresome.”
Kragen reached out, his fleshy fingers caressing the swell of her full breasts, barely contained by a flimsy garment. Zula gasped, her nipples stiffening against her will at his touch. The shackles bit into her wrists as she jerked away, but the chains held fast.
“Such luscious curves,” Kragen murmured, his lips curling into a lecherous grin. “A body made for sin.” He reached behind her and undid the clasps of her undergarments. They fell away, revealing the perfection of her ebony breasts, full and heavy. He cupped them, his pudgy thumbs circling her dusky areolas. “Ah, there’s the mark! Just as I suspected – the curse of a succubus on your sweet flesh!”
Zula moaned as he rolled her rigid nipples between his fingers. The dismissal ward etched into her captor’s ring glowed, a repellent to any magical encroachment. “No…” she gasped, writhing against the flames of lust scorching her body. “Please…”
“Consort with me, witchling,” Kragen rasped, his breath hot on her neck. “Open yourself to me and the curse shall be lifted.” His flabby hand delved between her shapely thighs, finding the slick folds of her womanhood. Zula cried out, sensation overwhelming her as he stroked her tender nub.
Kragen’s erection strained against the confines of his trousers, heedless of his wife and children in an adjoining room. He was lost to the thrall of lust whenever he spotted Zula’s tell-tale markings, thirsting to ensnare her willing flesh inside his own.
“Enough!” she spat, wriggling in his gnarly grasp. “You are nothing but a fratamite, gorging yourself upon reluctant morsels!”
Her owner’s jaws clenched tight. realms of angst and indignation cloud him in crimson robes – and he dived upon Zula’s ripe form with all of the commanding strength his short frame possessed.
“Know your place, heathen!” The seething mage easily engorged the delectable girl with his pork sausage, frm from deep within his gut, spurting rank amounts of his oxy kog fertility along her childlike throat.” You live only to serve and do as your master pleases!” His own belly flopped heavily as he ground into her and emptied his essence, pulsing over and over again.
Zula’s gut swelled visibly as Kragen’s seed flooded her innards. Captured squelches and gurgles sounded from her stuffed body as the chubby man gave a final, quaking thrust. Exhausted, he rolled away from the obviously pregnant teen and let out a satisfied grunt.
The expectant heathen whimpered as she squirmed on the floor, her overheated tits heaving and glistening under a thin sheen of fluids. Her cunt was still twitching, sore to the touch. For an instant, her eyes flicked up to her bellicose owner, seeing – in his complacent gaze – the evil deed that had just transpired to mar her womb.
The cruelty of her owner’s words weighed upon her more than the heavy burdens of her freshly impregnated body. Frowning, hurriedly scrabbling for a way beyond him, Zula made a grave vow tonight, determined that she would diminish her odious master. She would fly beyond the mage’s reach, if only to save her soul.