6 comments/ 8852 views/ 4 favorites The Endurance of Ophila By: Cynda I found myself against the back wall of a medium-sized cage that was about a metre taller than I was, with both my wrists bound tightly and my arms suspended above me. I winced as I tried to break free from my bonds but ended up only digging the chain links into my skin. "Tell me where your people are," a tall, foreboding man demanded. I was dizzy and disoriented but the events that had occurred earlier came flooding back to me. I shook my head and tried to focus my eyes as I realised the predicament I was in. "You know I can never do that." "Everyone, even the most noble and brave of creatures, has a breaking point," he asserted calmly, looking me over from head to toe like a piece of meat. "Everyone has a fitting method that will eventually draw out the truth." "Never," I hissed. I knew that nothing could ever make me betray my innocent subjects and was fully confident in my ability to withstand anything he might throw at me. He stopped pacing and walked behind me, whispering into my ear through the cage bars. "Your will is too strong to be broken in any conventional way, Lady Ophila, but I know things about you that I don't think even you know yet." "What are you talking about?" I questioned, honestly confused. I was a kind baroness with a firm but gentle hand. Loyal and compassionate, moral and steadfast, I knew the wicked man was bluffing. As if to answer my question, he opened the door to my cage, which no longer needed a lock with me secured in place. I had already been searched so my weapons and most of my protective clothing had previously been confiscated. "You're a woman," he stated bluntly as he promptly removed the undergarments that remained. I then knew for sure what he meant. When he had been eyeing me up, I already had a sinking feeling of what was planned for me. I had always been a very voluptuous woman -- my legs and especially my thighs were thick and muscular from years of combat training. A flat, toned waist connected my accommodating hips and my voluminous breasts. These physical characteristics made me an easy target for male predators and I was not naïve to this, which is one of the reasons why I often used a chest-wrap or breast binding when fighting. The other reason being such enormous breasts were impractical. Now, however, I was hanging exposed and bare to my enemy. "Two birds with one stone. My hungry, sex-starved men will be satisfied and consequentially more focused, and I will get my information. You can trust me on that, my Lady." -•- I confronted my first attacker stone-faced. Any sign of weakness would encourage the Interrogator to continue with the punishment. He wasted no time and obviously couldn't have cared less about my comfort; he simply undid his trousers and rammed his manhood into me while I was dry. I felt defiled as I was invaded by this foreign member. I tried my best to withhold a sharp cry that was threatening my lips despite the pain caused by the friction, and remained like a statute while this strange man used my body like a toy. The Interrogator was clearly not happy with this. He moved behind me and, putting his hands through the bars of the cage, firmly gripped my buttocks. He then began moving it back and forth for me in time with the soldier's thrusts. There was little I could do about this as my feet were also tied in place. I didn't cooperate, but before long I felt the soldier's cockhead expand and discharge inside me despite my lack of enthusiasm. "Your determination is impressive, Lady Ophila, but the onslaught has only just begun." I didn't doubt the Interrogator's dark promise, but I knew I would die before surrendering any information. At that moment, the Interrogator gave a signal and a long stream of men began lining up one-by-one in front of the door to my cage. I had to admit, the sight was daunting and yet still I remained my composure and cold, tight-lipped demeanour. I managed to last the next 6 men like this without breaking my façade, but by then I was so full of different men's semen that it was dripping out of me and down my shaking, tired legs. Being so intimate with complete strangers fascinated me, and each time I felt one of those ravenous soldiers release, I couldn't deny it sparked something hiding within me. This recognition scared me. I still trusted myself but I didn't want to take any chances. "Please... Enough. Please," I panted meekly as I looked hopelessly at the endless line of soldiers in front of me that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see. "Only if you tell me their location." When the Interrogator got no answer from me, he merely said "next." The experience with my 8th assaulter was a bit different because my resolve was starting to weaken. As he was pummelling me and violating my body, I felt a faint but undeniable pleasure. Since the first soldier had raped me, the Interrogator had been increasing the intensity of "my" lunges but this time I heard his satisfied smirk as he realised he needed less effort this time -- I was somewhat responding on my own. I tried to resist but it only seemed natural at this point to counter the thrusts. Both my brain and heart hated me for it, but my body's desire for fulfilment was so extreme it trumped them both. I felt the familiar warmth of a man spreading his seed inside me soon enough and I prepared myself for the next intruder. My 9th aggressor's cock was huge -- far longer than the others. I cursed internally that I happened to get this man right as I was growing weak, but secretly I was also rejoicing. He had trouble entering because he was so big but not for long considering how wet I was from my own, as well as other men's juices. He fucked me hard, fast and deep, and there was no way to prevent myself from rocking with him as best I could. The Interrogator noticed this and cut my foot bonds, allowing me to wrap my legs around the man's waist and straddle him to better facilitate his needs. I didn't need help anymore; I fully surrendered myself as the promise of orgasm crept closer... "Stop!" The Interrogator yelled, and the man quickly pulled out. The fact that I was genuinely devastated shocked and repulsed me. My people respected Lady Ophila not only as their leader but as their role-model; if they could see me now they would be full of shame and disgust. "Tell me where they are, and I'll order this soldier to continue." It went against everything I secretly sought when I told him "no." The man with the large penis was directed away and the Interrogator left for a brief time. When he returned, he brought with him some sort of device with clear tubes connected to it. Each of the two tubes had a suction cap on the end. He attached one of these to each of my nipples. At first, I wondered what the point was but then he turned the machine on, and they began to suck and pull at my nipples. After only a few minutes, they were swollen and erect from the irritation, almost purple in colour. The fact that they were so engorged now made them much more sensitive, and the constant tugging feeling was sending incredible sensations spreading from my nipples to the rest of my body. With this new development in place, it was time for the 10th attacker to enter my prison. I was grateful to be filled again and began responding to his humping almost immediately. I no longer needed the encouragement, but the Interrogator started whipping my back as we fucked. I obliged by the whip's demands. The sharp stings forced me to rear my butt back with each hit, increasing the impact when I went back down and met the rock hard erection that became balls-deep in my cunt. The tubes continued to yank on my breasts, the whip continued to punish me and the man continued to pound me with all his might. I was moaning and exclaiming shamelessly now as I couldn't deny the intense feelings. "Stop!" I heard to my dismay again. This time was too much. I needed release. "Tell me where they are!" It was incredible how the tables had turned. When this ordeal had started, I was ruefully tempted to give him what he sought just to stop the endless assault, but now I was willing to do anything just so that it would continue. "Avalon!" I screamed unapologetically. I could scarcely believe my own irrational words or recognise my own crazed, demented-sounding voice, but I couldn't take it anymore. I shed a tear for my people but the rest of me desperately craved my reward. -•- I was sandwiched between two sweaty male bodies that were clearly some of the Interrogator's best men for the job; strong, muscular and with colossal cocks. One was lying on the cage floor underneath me, grinding and sinking his shaft unfathomably deep into my pussy and playing with my still-aggravated breasts. The other was on top of me banging my asshole from behind with his balls slapping against me like a wrecking ball. While this was happening, I was facing the back of the cage where I was taking the Interrogator's cock in my mouth through the bars. He was gripping the bars from his side to get more force to fuck my face with, and I savoured the taste of it. I ran my tongue around the head before moving to the tip and flicking quickly. The Interrogator closed his eyes and sighed. He had gotten everything he needed now; this was purely for pleasure. The man underneath me; despite the pile of sweaty bodies on top of him, was going at it viciously and gave an epic heave every time. The man behind me was gripping my ass and fucking it in a matching rhythm. They both had such thick, full and long dicks that I could literally feel their pulse throbbing inside me if they stopped for a split second. I was whining and whimpering but in gratification; I revelled in excitement at how improper it all was. The unique sensation of two massive cocks in either end of me was indescribable. When both men went fully in at the same time, I could almost feel them reaching each other and touching within me, only separated by some fleshy lining. They then changed their pattern to sawing in and out of me by feeling when the other was retracting, then hammering their own cock thoroughly into my soaking pussy reaching my cervix. "My men are on their way to slaughter your people as we speak," the Interrogator huffed smugly as he lowered one of his hands down to the exposed base of his penis and held it, rubbing two fingers very quickly up and down. "If only they could see their precious ruler now for the whore she is." "Ugh. Uh. Yes... God. Oh... Mmmm...!" was all I could manage in reply. My subjects were the last thing on my mind in this passionate, alien state and I honestly didn't care about the words I had just heard. I was a slut and I loved it. I jockeyed my two incredible sex partners and continued to furiously milk the dick that was fucking my mouth. The very fact that I didn't seem to care made the Interrogator finally unload into my throat, which I choked on briefly but swallowed gratefully. As my body continued to be used and abused, my orgasm came and hit me like a tidal wave crashing. After hours of resisting and becoming hornier and hornier, nothing could have prepared me for the impact of the sheer ecstasy. Normally I could come more than once but this was so draining that I felt like I could just collapse and die. My final scream echoed throughout the building as I squirted everywhere. When it was over, instant regret filled my heart. Not long after those despicable acts had taken place, I fell to the filthy ground of my cage and wept.