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\n\t\t\t\t\t| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tLina had long since forgotten how long she had been there, the premier sex slave of her handlers’ stable. Months? Years? Had she always been here, chained up to the gritty wall of her cell until someone decided that they wanted to use her again? She couldn’t remember a time before this dungeon, and the endless nightmare of her time spent within... There was no end to it, no reprieve in the horrific routine. Her days (marked only by her passing out from exhaustion) always began with her and the other slaves led into a common room to await their clients for the day. Lina was incredibly popular, and almost always had a line of clients waiting for her. She had heard that it was because her body was quickly to heal and always tight; all she knew from experience is that it always, always hurt. She understood that the things her clients did to her were supposed to feel good, and it definitely seemed like they were enjoying themselves, but every time they forced themselves on her, it felt like she was being torn apart... Sometimes there wouldn’t be a client that day, but even in those rare instances she found no rest. Her day would be spent with her handlers who, knowing her limits well, we’re especially rough with her. She had come to dread the days when she was left alone with them... Through it all, she knew one thing to be true; there was absolutely nothing good about sex, all it ever did for her was cause her suffering... Then she was shown an even greater cruelty... There was nothing remarkable about the man that came for her that day; he was just another client looking to get off on her suffering. Like many before him, he’d requested she be delivered to him at a private location, and so she was drugged and taken to a small apartment overlooking a city. She awoke to find herself in a bedroom, unbound and lying across from him. She knew why she was alone with him, it was always the same. There was no point in trying to run or fight back, they were always bigger and stronger than her and more often than not it only provoked them to hurt her even worse... Seeing that she was awake, the man smiled and moved over to the bed. Lina flinched away from the man at first but ultimately surrendered herself to him. The man smiled when she put up no resistance, taking her in a warm embrace and whispered to her how pretty she was and how he would make her feel so good... He lay her down on the bed, making no move to restrain her or otherwise control her in any way. He very slowly, very methodically began to let his hands roam over her prone form. Something about the whole thing felt weird; he was touching her in all the same places as the others had, but he was being so... gentle about it. The pain she had come to associate with her pussy being touched never came... in fact, the longer those feather-light touches grazed teasingly over her erogenous zones, it actually started to feel good somehow... Despite her confusion, her body responded honestly, letting out tiny moans and involuntarily humping against his hands. He smiled at her reaction, finally taking his ministrations a step further, moving his face to her her sweet, slick little passage and letting his tongue slip inside. A rush of pleasure hit her and without thinking her hands were on his head in her lap. She wanted more than anything to push him away, but somehow the feeling creeping through her was making her body crave more of his attention... What was happening to her? She wasn't supposed to enjoy this! ... Right...? It felt as though she was losing some part of herself, like her body was betraying her with its reaction to his gentle ministrations. The longer he touched her in this weird, painless way, the more that part of her that wanted him to continue took control over her... Eventually, the man pulled back and sat himself them both up, with her facing him in his lap. He easily lifted the hybrid cub up over his erection and very slowly lowered her onto it. She yelped, expecting the horrid tearing feeling that always accompanied penetration, but instead as his member slowly entered her she could feel her walls adjusting to his size, gripping at him within her. The feeling was surprisingly intense for how gently he'd lowered her onto him, and despite herself she let out a heavy moan. This wasn't right... and yet she never wanted it to stop. He began to build up a rhythm, taking long, deep strokes and burying himself to the hilt each time. His thrusts were controlled, taking care not to hurt her, and instead the wonderful, horrible feeling of fullness was making her crazy with confused lust. She was quickly building towards a climax; she knew the feeling of losing control well enough, but she had never felt it without some accompanying pain or otherwise forced from her... Now there was nothing but pleasure as she felt the wellspring within her finally burst, with a shuddering cry she came hard. The man held her thrashing body steady, never breaking his steady pace. Each gentle thrust sending a shockwave of pure bliss through her hypersensitive body, making her climax that much more intense. By the time her orgasm began to fade, she was a trembling mess, unable to form a coherent thought. She was vaguely aware of at least one more climax behind the world-shattering one she'd suffered, and at some point he had cum as well. When her senses finally began to come back to her, she couldn't make sense of what had happened to her. She was still in his lap, She didn't hurt at all, in fact her body felt tremendously relaxed. The warm feeling of cum within her She felt good, really good; and yet she had never felt dirtier than in that moment. He had taken something from her; she wasn't sure what, but he had forced these unwanted feelings on her just as surely as all her previous abusers had forced themselves on her... In her confusion and despair, all she could think to do was cling to him; she shuddered when he smiled down at her and once again wrapped her in a gentle embrace and wept quietly into his chest. Sex was something that she had come to understand as being nothing but pain, something to be hated and feared. Pain made sense to her; pain was what the horrible people wanted from her, the reason they forced themselves on her. Her pain brought them pleasure... And yet this man had done the exact opposite. He had forced her like all the others, and he had certainly enjoyed himself, but he had somehow forced her to feel pleasure like she had never known before... ... 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Wow... that was one of the most difficult things I've ever written... It's so far outside of my usual mindset. I understand the feelings Lina is going through, having been abused to the point of not being able to recognize kindness as such, but personally, I can barely wrap my head around the idea of sex not being amazing and great...
Anyway, this is one of the first steps towards linking the eternal victim of cub Lina to the depraved predator "adult" Lina. Also, I don't know if cub Lina has ever looked better (you know, less beaten and broken).
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