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Bring Me the Light, Through The Darkness that Never Ends - Winter reward story
🕑 Added 2022-03-25 03:41:06 +0000 UTCThe needle pulled out of Winter. It was the fourth one. Her eyes were glossed over and she felt like she could barely keep her head straight as she wavered about in the haze of these pressures. "I will never yield," she said, staring up at Cinder with what was still, albeit only barely, a show of defiance. She was struggling to hold on to nay of this, struggling to make a show of her strength when she felt like she barely had any left. But the fire pulsed through her veins. Cinder's goons had stuck her full of several needles, each bringing on dramatic waves of warmth and heat, one weakening her body, another making it hard to keep her head upright, and this new one sending incredible, overbearing warmth right down between her legs.
Cinder responded by spitting in her face. She didn't say a damn thing, letting her looming silhouette over Winter speak clearly instead. There was no reason to dignify Winter's hopeless, vain remarks with anything but disdain and dismissal, and as she hung over her, she could see her goons bringing the real fun up behind them. It was only a matter of seconds before Winter was learning the brutality awaiting her, an she felt like it was better to leave her waiting for any sort of an answer, hanging in the tension and the misery of not getting a damn word back. That was going to make this all so, so much worse.
Winter continued to struggle and pull against these bindings, wishing someone would say something and wishing for an answer, but finding only the tension and the bafflement of miserably railing against this to no avail. Winter was shackled down to the floor in a position hunched forward, ankles compeltely bolted in and her hands given limited room. "You won't say anything because you know that I won't break. You can't gloat. I'm going to get out of here, and when I do, you won't be able to speak ever again, because I'll take that tongue out of your mouth."
It was empty bravado on Winter's part. She eyed the video camera facing toward her, not knowing what it was there for but certain it was nothing good, certain that she was about to regret everything about to come crashing down upon her. Winter needed to ground herself in her thoughts and in reason, but a she tried to, the continued threat looming over her of Cinder and her utter silence left her angry, left her furious.
The handlers came up with the Beowolf. Winter was so angry and fixated forward that she didn't even notice the sounds of footsteps behind her until it was already too late, until her clothes were being torn off of her and a big, furry presence was suddenly coming crashing down upon her body. Until a bestial cock was slamming into her pussy and she was screaming out in utter panic. The bravado shattered into pieces immediately, a senseless spectacle of pure worry leaving her robbed of nay focus now, struggling just to make some kind of sense of things that became impossible to avoid.
"What was that?" Cinder asked, finally speaking. "Please, continue, Schnee. What were you going to do to my tongue?"
"Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Oh my god. Fuck. Why--how--fuck!" The drugs ravaged Winter's focus quickly, an overbearing pulse of pure madness sweeping with sinful spectacle across her. Her body began to jerk and thrash with erratic confusions, a fire pulsing through her body that was simply too brutal for her to wrap her head around now. So much began so quickly, burning with pure fire through her body and leaving her to have to deal with all the sinful feelings and sensations that began to consume her. Sher felt oversensitive to a point so excessive that it didn't make sense to her, but she wasn't given any time to think about it.
There was just brutality here. Only the madness of wanting to break down completely, wanting to unravel at the fucking seams. She felt powerless against desires totally devoid of sense, the monster pounding away at her cunt without mercy and forcing her to feel the most visceral and chaotic of spectacles. Her head felt dizzy, swaying under this chaos and a persistent delirium leaving her wondering what to do with any of this, all while she slid ever lower into ruin. It was too much, and she felt like she was due for a fucking collapse now.
"Get him off, get him off!" she screamed, staring up at Cinder with suddenly pleading panic, with a fever of confusion and terror swelling across her. She felt exhausted and baffled, unable to deal with just how brutal these pleasures were from the very first moment of sensations. The confusion was unbearable, ferocity and chaos leaving her struggling to deal with everything brewing now, the struggle from within that left her pleading for any kind of escape at all. This wasn't right, and she tried anything she could to understand the unfathomable bliss crushing her, tearing her apart completely.
"Getting him off is your job now," Cinder responded cruelly, absolutely devoid of mercy while she loomed over Winter. "Doesn't his cock feel good? Admit it. You're going from military brat to whore for monster cock. Say it."
"Fuck you!" Winter shouted. 'Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Her voice rose higher, messier, squealing through complete delirium and ruin. she didn't have the power to handle what was taking her, but she understood she was utterly devoid of sense or control as she fell ever lower into it. This was too much. She needed to control herself, but with everything she did, she was just letting the chaos rule her, letting herself fall deeper victim to madness and chaos and utter brutality.
The Beowolf, in all of this, just did his mindless part. Greedy slams forward fucked harder into her hole, using her without nay mercy or care for what was consuming her. This was brutality, a mess of fierce chaos and wickedness to continue sliding into, deeper and worse, ruined by the chaos that hit her. She felt like she needed to do something to make sense of this, but with each passing second she was giving up to despair, confused and fierce under these confusions that just kept burning through her. She had no power over this, no control, no sense. The animal took all of that from her, and in return, he filled her head with thoughts that were meant to help destroy her.
She continued to howl and thrash and whimper. Pathetically, she was moaning now without much focus to it, a desire to come apart taking her harder, lower and deeper and forcing her unraveling. "I hate this," she said even though it sounded like anything but the case. This was ruining her, and she felt like she was bound to come apart completely if this kept going. Winter was powerless here, wishing she understood what was happening but finding that, with each passing second, she had zero fucking clear how to navigate being reamed by a monster like this. The jerking of her body back and forth expressed the miserable truth of her feelings, of surrenders and fires keeping her drowning in confusion.
All the while, Cinder loomed overhead with as callous a presence as possible. "Look at you getting fucked, cunt. You're worthless. All it took was four needles and a cock to destroy you, and I don't think you're coming back." The wicked joy of this descent kept her eager and excited, feeling the brutal delight and the joy of making sure that this pleasure was taking her lower, lower into mad chaos. There was no controlling this downward spiral, no moment where anything sensible followed. Everything was falling perfectly into place to feed her worst desires and appetites of pure shamelessness.
Winter couldn't take this. She fell to pieces, struggling to not completely unravel but finding it almost impossible to make sense of this. "This feels so good," she moaned. Her body was weak. Her mind was weaker. Winter wanted to wallow in shame and misery, but Beowolf dick had her completely broken down and hooked, struggling to make any of this slow down and struggling to keep herself even sort of contained while falling progressively lower and lower. This was her undoing. Her destruction. She understood that now as clear as she possibly could have. Winter already lost this fight, and now she was just catching up with that reality.
A senseless, fierce climax ripped through Winter. It was the sort of exhausting moment of pure finality and acceptance that she could not have imagined being able to survive. There was only pleasure behind this, only the crushing despair and delirium of compeltely collapsing. The pleasure was too much, and she felt like she was in far too deep now to handle it all. She just needed to unravel. Her head rolled back and Winter happily expressed crushing joys too merciless to believe, burning pleasure keeping her in a position where she was just completely unable to handle this mess, coming undone and loving every hopeless second of collapsing here.
This was what she needed, a sense of pure fascination taking her to the breaking point. As the Beowolf slammed into her cunt and unloaded inside of her, the pleasure was unbelievable, driving home a sense of complete ruin, of an unraveling fire keeping her locked in something weird and wanton. She felt amazing, and the pleasure that it offered was simply too much to fathom, unraveling chaos and ecstasy and just what she needed. To break down and to come apart compeltely was just about everything she craved, and there was now no way to fight it
Winter could barely hold herself upright under the confusion and worry of this all, and she was stuck trying to make even a little sense of these feelings. She was exhausted, confused, and left starring up now at the looming threat and brutality of Cinder stranding over her, a wicked smile on her face, prepared to lay take this further.
"Want to record a video for back home?" Cinder asked, licking her lips and lining up her chance to ruin this mess.
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"What is your name?" asked a sharp voice from behind the camera, which was focused in on Winter Schnee's delirious face and of a blurry, black-furred mass heaving behind her, one who kept slamming and trusting and mercilessly taking the chance to use and despoil her body. All Winter offered was aimless babbling, struggling to fully express it. Did she understand the question? Had she forgotten her name outright? The pleasure was so dramatic and hazy that Cinder didn't know, so she asked again, harsher. 'What is your name?"
"Winte--Winter Schn..." Barely able to hold on, Winter's jaw trembled, and she looked like she was barely holding herself together through this madness. The unrelenting pleasure kept her locked in a state of pure bafflement and delirium, struggling to make even a little bit of sense of these things. Feelings of molten chaos and wickedness keep her falling lower, she was lost, failing to make any sense of this. Her body shook under these brutal thrills, under a shaky fascination with pleasure that left her barely able to hold on. This was too much, and Winter was totally unable to grasp just how far gone she was falling.
The drugs only took deeper effect was time dragged on. She had no power here, struggling to even hold her head upright. Every thrust shook her body, and she felt like she was barely able to hold on. The uncontainable pleasures made her feel so many bizarre emotions, so many possibilities that all at once tore her asunder. It was too much, and she wished she was able to grasp it, but she was just giving up harder, dramatic pleasures pushing her to break down. This was too much, its brutality and its excess and its harshness making her feel hopeless.
But now, for the camera, she was also moaning, expressing something delirious and chaotic, something utterly stripped of normalcy. With every brutal slam into her, she was stuck struggling to hold on, wishing she was capable of understanding these feelings, but it was all so good, so perfect, so welcome. She needed to come apart, and to savour the chance for chaos and bliss. There was nothing that could save her now. Staring aimlessly toward the camera, her eyes looked spacy and everything about her completely hopeless state seemed ripe for breaking.
"Look at her!" Cinder shouted from behind the camera. "Look at how pathetic she is. This is the best of you? This is what Atlas can do? This is nothing. It took no time to make her break, and now she's too busy slobbering over Grimm cock to care about her orders. I didn't have to do anything but give her a choice." Then, Cinder strode forward, marching over to Winter and placing her boot down against her head, forcing her cheek flush against the floor. "What do you love, cunt?"
"I love Grimm cock!" Winter screamed. Her voice was erratic and frenzied, her thoughts almost getting torn apart by the unrelenting passion. There was absolutely nothing that she could do to handle these possibilities and all their strangest and boldest fascinations. She had been drugged, but the idea of admitting as much seemed absolutely unthinkable in the state she was in now, burning with fascination and with the hottest of passions. "Please keep fucking me. I need it!" She couldn't tell Cinder from the Grimm in this state, rattling against the chains binding her wrists and letting this chaos keep pushing her.
"See how fast she's betrayed you?" Cinder asked. Only her leg was in frame, but that was enough as it rubbed against the back of Winter's head, grinding hatefully against it. "She's nothing. She means nothing. Ask yourself why anyone would trust somebody like this. Which of your women will be next? Which of your men will prove themselves to be cowards?"
Winter's moans were noisy, a screeching chaos over the commotion. There was no indication she was even remotely present mentally, her struggles growing more over the top and frenzied by the second. Winter could barely keep her thoughts straight, a hopeless struggle proving more bizarre as each thrust pushed harder against her. There was just nothing left to keep her in any sort of control, a pleasure and a spectacle that she wanted only to submit to, deeper frustration and chaos taking her by storm. She was all but drooling while she got fucked, her eyes rolling further back into her head with each stroke and a sense of complete passion wearing down worse at what she was taking, forcing her to have to consider a world wherein she was completely fucked and ravaged.
As annoying as she was, Cinder loved the state she had fallen to, and knew there was more value in letting her keep spiraling. She stood over Winter and basked in her depraving, in the horrible mistreatment and pressure showing off just how far gone she was. There was nothing left. No dignity. No hope. No stability. The power was immense and it was utterly vindictive. The Beowolf wasn't even remotely tender with these attentions, brutally seeking out a depraved sense of frustration and panic meant to destroy her value and pound down the shreds of her dignity into dust.
Clueless about what he was actually doing but just seeking out the snug warmth, the Beowolf was happy to keep going, to rut into her yet again. Cum leaked out of Winter's ruined hole with each mad slam forward. He wanted to get off harder, and he sought the relief and the satisfaction of breaking down everything left inside of her, every moment of thought or concern that could have gotten in the way. Winter's body called out to him to keep indulging in, and the pleasures were steadily becoming too messy and mad for anyone to handle.
"I love this. I love all of this. Give me more. I love Grimm cock!" Unable to even remember why she had come here or how she had been drugged and violated, the pleasure was simply something that forced Winter into ruin. She had no power now, n control. No moment where she was able to grasp the chaos pushing her to want to break down. It was just happening, and she wanted it. She wanted o push without sense through the pleasure and passion until she lost consciousness.
Which was exactly where this went. As the Beowolf rammed forward for a final rush of pure fire and chaos, Winter screamed her way through blinding ecstasy. Her eyes rolled fully into the back of her head and she fully surrendered to the chaos, loving every second of falling apart, babbling and screeching and letting it be clear just where her priorities lay. She loved every second of this, craving the possibilities and the needs to unravel. She craved this, loved every second of letting it take her, ruin her, and she was simply happy to come apart completely, to savour the joy of breaking.
Then, exhaustion set in. Winter went limp, left drooling with her eyes closed and her body reaching a state of pure bliss, fucked into unconsciousness. Cinder kept her foot over her head. "This is the best fate for those who oppose me. The next of you soldiers I capture will get to be food for the beast fucking your former commander instead." Cinder strode toward the camera to end the video, ready to start crushing morale with the ruined, sloppy mess of absolute fascination that followed. Winter was the real trophy, but every bit of damage she could do would only help her cause further.
