A woman with pink hair.
From Create Your Own Story
A young woman, possibly in her early twenties, walks into sight, drawn by the young woman's cries for help. She has a pink tank top, gym shorts, and sandals on, with her pink hair cut short. She is breathing deeply, her well endowed chest rising and falling. She rushes over to the native, and begins untying her hands.
"It's alright, I'll get you out." She says, her fingers working the knot, as you sneak up behind her.
"Na, na!" The native cries out, just as you get behind the pink haired girl. "Es trap! R-run!"
The woman turns around, only to get knocked unconcious by your club. Ignoring the native's cries, you use the rope you brought to tie her up. You also climb up the tree, and detach the rope holding the native.
With pinky on your shoulder and the native behind you, you leading her with the rope, you make your way to the castle. It is a long journey. By the time you reach the door, pink has woken up, and struggles against her bonds.
"Look, you bastard, let me go!" She yells, the door opening to the throne room. Gale sits at the throne, wearing a violet cloak. At each side of her, four guards stand, leering at the women before you. At one side of the room, three females sit. The one with small breasts and a flat butt looks at the decoy you used with pity. The one with a well endowed chest and a curvy butt sneers at the pink haired girl. And the teenaged one with them looks at you and the guards fearfully. Gale clears her throat, getting your attention.
"Good job, Walker." She says, blowing a kiss at you. "Any problems during your task?"
"This native tried to warn her." You say, bringing said native forward. Gale smirks at the nervous girl, a bit of pee trickling down her legs. She whispers to two of the guards, who grin, and run over to you. Taking the leash, they drag the native in front of Gale. The wig native comes to her side.
"Milady?" He asks, looking at pink fearfully.
"What do your people call this girl?" Gale asks, pointing to the girl before her, in between two guards.
"She is called 'Sloot', as she mated with one male behind the back of her husband. Husband leave her." He says.
"Hmm, seems appropriate." Gale whispers, before raising her voice. "Stella, have you missed tasting me? I know you want me." She suggestively moves a hand down her front, to her crotch.
"Gale, I want commitment, not screwing for fun!" Pink, now Stella, yells. She softens her tone and volume. "Just fucking with no regard for consequences got me knocked up at 17." She now looks pleading. "Please, Gale, stop this whole evil thing, come back home."
There are two seconds of silence. Gale contemplates. The decoy, Sloot, looks sadly at Stella.
Then, the guards laugh.
Even the girls at the side snicker and sneer.
Gale laughs into her hand, Stella now tearing up, calms down, and speaks.
"Well, if you don't do as I say, the guards make you and Sloot 'come'." She says, giggling a bit. She bangs a fist on the throne's armrest, springing the guards into action. The two nearest Sloot force her on her hands and knees, the on behind her pulling out an eight inch dick. Thrusting immediately into her, Sloot cries out in pain and pleasure. She is then muted, the other guard stuffing his cock into her mouth. You and Stella watch this sick display, before Gale calls out.
"If your not willing to be with me, the guards can provide 'company'." She says, slipping the shoulders of her dress off, exposing her big boobs.
You...
| Status | ||
| Health | 88 | Equipment:
Cloth kilt, club |
| MP | 96 | |
| Level | 2 | |
