That rape, it had been hell. Tears of pain had flown. Korak had cried out. His innards on fire .. like a branding iron of shame being sharply thrust up inside his guts. A searing pain. Pain. Shame.
Wishing like hell for this to stop. His brain in a sickening vortex. Praying like mad for Nguana to cum. Aching for the moment when Nature would play its part. Shoot and deflate .. let his boner down. No longer driven like an red-hot iron pole of disgrace thrust up his insides.
It had seemed that moment would never come. Tortured cries broke unmanning out of Korak’s chest. Bewildered. Pain, shock, disgust .. all falling over each other. His emotions in turmoil. A friend cuming inside.
Even through the confused chaos in his head, the monstrous hate-filled jeers of the tribe broke through. Rejoicing in Korak’s agonies. His whirring head flushed with emotions of rage. At these cheers as he was raped. Relishing his physical pains. Torture and torment keeping his head in a sickening spiral.
Screeching hoots from hateful monsters celebrating his anguish. Who were the violators?
A hand gripped Korak in his hair. Twisting, hauling pain out of his scalp as the hand pulled Korak’s head up. The shaman. Korak had forgotten him .. had he been off communing with his gods? His face was contorted into a mask of perverted evil. What had the gods said to him? What desires had they wished of him?
The face creased into an evil glare. His eyes directed Korak to look down. At the clay bowl. At the carved hard-on coated with his evil sludge. His sadistic hand picked the evil tool up. Held it up. The green muck glistening evilly. Held it before Korak’s mouth. A nudge. A gesture. Ordering Korak to open up. Take that dildo in. Swallow that goo-glazed cock. Take it down. A perverted blow-job. Torturing his mouth.
Nguana had warned him. Swallowing that goo …. It’d burn his tongue. His throat would be on fire. And Korak was hurting enough. PAIN. He’d felt enough of that. These monsters had made sure. SHAME. What human being would not baulk at getting raped? It was monstrous. Shame? What fucking choice did he have? No shame on his part, though. These monsters ought to feel the shame! Suck on that evil carved cock. No fucking way! Coated with Nguana’s burning concoction. They could go to fucking-hell!
Pain. Shame. Regrets. He DID feel regrets that Nguana had had to go through that. Raping Korak had to have been as bad for him. Korak felt the shame that he had not been able to fight back. What he would have given to have his hands free! To knock that chief senseless. Twist the neck off that shaman until he croaked.
Shame? That he could not give them back what they deserved? YES! But what fucking-choice had he had? No shame in having all fighting skills whipped away .. held down, tied down. Just give him one fucking chance!
Regrets? Like hell! NO! He’d come here for a friend. To rescue him. Fearing he was injured, needed Korak’s help. Regret that? No way! Even with all he knew .. and despite the fact that Nguana had brought this all on himself .. his vain stupidity …… If Korak had to risk it .. he knew .. Korak would do it again. That was what you did. That was what you did for a friend.