Test Drive

[not_trogdor]

Captured:

His muscles rippled as he applied pressure to the chains around his wrists. They had taken his armor and left with only a light cotton shirt and pants. The did nothing against the cold chill that filled his cage. The cell was dark and the stone cold against his knees. He was perfectly chained down as if they knew what power he his lethal form held. The fight was a blurr and waking up in a ceil wasn't in his plans. He grunted as he shifted his weight between his legs, once more testing his shackles.

Fire blew from his mouth warming his chest for a moment before quickly being replaced by the cold. It wasn't a good plan so he quickly tried calculate an escape. He didn't know how long he had before his captors arrived. Whatever they wanted from him, he could assure that, they weren't getting it.


Got you!

He grinned to himself as he watched his prey in their cell. He was going to give them time to contemplate their fate before he approached. Food had been rationed and he knew by now they were hungry. He was determined to get what he wanted no matter what it took. Then again he was planning to have fun with it too.

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[not_trogdor]

Oh that look was perfect and it was even more perfect with her chained so helplessly to the wall. The cell was locked and there was no way for her to get past him.

His free hand reached over towards the wall and grabbed the short chain that kept that limb bound. His fingers wrapped around it and pulled letting her right arm free. Her wrist was still shackled but now she at least had use of that hand. He would take his time to free her, to see if it was really worth the effort. Volga wasn't one to use such silly means as keys.

"Please me."

It was a command and it rang with all the power and authority he possessed.

[lustily]

A shudder ran up her body as he spoke; the sheer dominance in his voice was exciting in its own right, even his hand wasn't grasping her ever-so-wonderfully.

Her hand, now freed, makes its way to his thigh; slender fingers trace the armor covering his form, feeling the cool metal beneath them before they move onward.

Her hand comes to rest on the sash that rests just above his hips, pulling at the yellow fabric lightly. An almost-innocent, playful sound leaves her lips, and her features curl into a smile; before long, her hand dips beneath the sash and the waistband of his pants, and her fingers tease him to hardness. Then, as her tongue runs over her lips again, she begins to stroke him, keeping a languid, lazy pace for the time being.

[not_trogdor]

A low growl echoed from his throat as he watched her fingers. He was sure that she possessed talents by that smile that plays so happily across her lips. Oh how he wanted to break her, claim her and take her as his.

He didn't need his armor now and so with a click of his tongue he removed the armor that prevent her access to his cock. It fell to the cell floor loudly leaving noticeable cracks in the hard ground. His black pants pulled tightly across his front, his cock hardening at her touch.

Volga waited, giving her a chance to do better before he lost his patience.

[lustily]

That was exactly what she was waiting for; the very moment that his armor hit the floor of the cell, her eyes seem to brighten, and the smile that pulls at her mouth widens. With the only obstacle now out of the way, her hand dived beneath his pants proper and worked in earnest, stroking skillfully.

Oh, she had talents, all right — talents that she would very gladly put to use, if only he would let her.

For now, he would have to be satisfied with this... until he saw fit to free her further, of course.

[not_trogdor]

He grinned happily at her efforts but he still expected more. His tongue danced across his lips in a lustrous grin as his hand gripped the chain around her other wrist. He saw no reason to free her ankles, after all what use did he have for those?

"Your pathetic. Show me more." Volga growled at her as he brought his face inches from her own. The loud echo of the chain breaking against the empty silence around them.

[lustily]

"Ah..." Moira's voice was a thankful moan as her other hand was freed at last, and with his face close as it was to her own, she playfully leaned forward to leave the lightest, most teasing of kisses upon his lips.

Both hands moved to pleasure his length, her motions almost desperate now; whether it was because she desperate for his approval or because she wanted to hear him moan was something only she knew... for now.

[not_trogdor]

It would take more than just her hands to make him falter and moan. His fingers twitched to hold her down and take her but he wanted to hold back his own urges for as long as he could.

His cock throbbed and grew as she worked at it with her skilled hands. He was impressive in size and girth which would almost be expected at his attitude.

Volga grunted and bucked his hips forward as a cruel smile stretched over his lips.

"Your running out of time."

[lustily]

"N...o..." Moira's voice was a desperate whimper, even through his grasp, and her hands worked even more desperately to please him. "Pl...ease..."

She whined again, her eyes reflecting the need that filled her voice.

"Let me... please you... properly..."

[not_trogdor]

He grunted his eyes looking down at her breasts.

"How do you plan to do that?" His tone was condescending and yet he urged her to speak with the intense glare of his eyes as they looked over her body. Pausing at her breasts and then the curve of her neck.

She appeared so frail compared to him and it only made his game more fun.

[lustily]

She noticed his gaze flicker downward, and yet it still seemed to pierce her to her very soul...

"...The... rest of my body... is yours..." She half-moaned, one hand reluctantly moving upward to emphasize her chest. "Please... let me use it... to pleasure you as you truly deserve..."

The longing in her voice was clear now, and her eyes were once more filled with that overwhelming lust and desire.

[not_trogdor]

A smirk pulled across his lips as he reached down behind her and grabbed the chains at her ankles. It took almost no effort to rip them from the wall and have them go clattering to the floor. He stood tall again his eyes burning almost violently with the fire that raged inside of him.

"I give you this last chance to please me."

That was before he took control and manipulated her body as he liked.

[lustily]

Another thankful sound floated out of her, and she leaned forward and nuzzled his neck. Then, slowly, she trailed kisses along his neck, down the front of his armor, until she finally knelt between his legs.

She paused to glance up at him, mischief sparkling in her gaze before she kissed the head of his cock almost playfully.

"Thank you... Master." She smiled lustfully, then lowered her mouth along his length all-too-skillfully.

[not_trogdor]

As she kissed his neck he slowly worked the armor off of his body, letting it once again crash to the hard floor. His beast raged inside but he was determined still to give her the time she wanted. Volga growled as her warm lips surrounded his cock. He was already large but he wasn't fully aroused yet. His eyes looked down at her expectantly as he tossed his helmet to the side.

He stood in front of her kneeling form with a smirk and nothing more than the cotton that laid under his armor. His muscles rippled and flexed adjusting to the change in weight.

Volga already decided that if she was so talented he'd been keeping her. Though that would be in the warmth of his room. For now the cell was enough.

[lustily]

The confidence, the dominance, that he carried himself with was almost tangible, a reminder that Moira was servicing someone that could very easily overpower her; it made her shudder to imagine that, at any given time, he could pin her to the stone floor and take her as he desired.

Her head bobbed and sucked at his cock eagerly, taking as much of his impressive length as she could; her gaze traveled up for the briefest of moments, golden eyes glittering just as expectantly as his own.

As she focused her attention back on his cock, however, she couldn't help but let her hands wander; one hand eagerly played with a breast, while the other dipped beneath her pants to finger herself, and her lewd moans sent vibrations along Volga's dick.

[not_trogdor]

As her mouth circled his cock he brought his hand to her head, pushing her deeper than she might otherwise be willing to go. He shivered as he pushed back into her throat wanting to thrust harder against her. His hold was firm but not overly demanding.

His eyes wandered to her busty form as she began to fondle herself. His eyes watched intently as her hand molded her breasts. He could smell her arousal and his body shook as the power to over take her surged forward.

With a swift motion he pulls himself from the soft tightness of her mouth, moaning as his hard cock was greeted with the cold air. He lifted her and turned her, his cock pressing against her perfectly shaped butt.

"I desire more."

His tone was husky as he growled into her ear. That was the only warning he gave her as he positioned himself to slip into the soft wet fold of her pussy.

[lustily]

The only way she could react was to push her hips back against his, a loud moan leaving her as her body accepted him inside; the simple feeling of him filling her wet puss was almost enough to drive her mad, her inner walls tightening rhythmically around his cock.

"Fuck," she breathed, her hips rocking against him. "So... good..."

[not_trogdor]

She was bent and the view of her back before him made a thrill go up his spine. His hand traveled up from her hips over her ass and then up her back as he continued to thrust hard into her.

With a grunt Volga increases his pace using her tight soft pussy for his own needs. She felt amazing and surprising tight for someone who appeared to have experience with sex. His hands grabbed at her breasts and roughly molded them as he pushed harder and harder against her.

Volga leaned over so that her lips were inches from her ear.

"Your ass feels good." His voice was husky and deep as his muscular chest pressed against her soft back. All while he thrust desperately into.

Volga needed this release and he couldn't wait to experience her more.

[lustily]

A shuddering breath left her mouth as he spoke; his breath was hot on her ear, and the deepness of his voice was almost enough to make her climax then and there. For someone who didn't seem interested in pleasures of the flesh, Volga was certainly much easier to tempt than Moira would have thought.

"Harder," she pleaded, another moan rising from her. "Please, give it to me harder... and as rough as you can..."

All she could think about was his cock thrusting into her and his body pressed against her, and she wanted as much of him as he was willing to give her. The pleasure was almost addicting, filling her mind with a pink haze.

[not_trogdor]

He grunted at her request but after a moment he did as she asked. His fingers wrapping around her throat as his thrust became more powerful. He wasn't one to be distracted by his urges but with the two of them here in this cell it was hardly a debilitating distraction. He wouldn't miss out on an opportunity to feel the soft flesh of a woman beneath him.

"As you wish."

Volga bucked his hips up harder and harder against her not caring if it might hurt. Excitement raced through him as he let his desire grow. His hard cock pushing at her inner walls so that she expanded to fit him. A low dangerous growl ripples from his throat as he continues, his piercing eyes locked on her form.