Scheherazade Imaginaria Part 1: Ogre Captivity

I opened my eyes to darkness. Not quite complete, but almost so—I could make out the dim dome of the natural cave above me, maybe fifteen feet high in the center, and the thick timbers of the door barring my escape, the grated porthole allowing the barest flicker of firelight from the passage beyond. I was laying on solid stone, chill and uncomfortable against my naked skin, but not truly cold. For that much, I was almost grateful; I could have been in one of the outer cells, with a mocking view of the sky, exposed to the chill winter wind. It would have been a slow, painful execution for a human girl like me. I thought of the sun, and the open sky… I imagined my upcoming nineteenth birthday surrounded by family and friends, a picnic party out on the midsummer grass, with presents and cake! That would never happen, now. But no matter how much I hated what my life had become, I’d learned the hard way that it could always get worse. At least this deep inside the mountain the temperature never changed.

I heard steps, the rattle of a key, and I sat up, closing my thighs and instinctively hiding my large, heavy breasts behind my arms. The door opened and my captor entered, stooping low under the mantle, closing and locking it again behind him. He wasn’t afraid I would escape, I knew. How could I, a weak, magickless human like me? He just liked his privacy for what he was about to do, and didn’t want any of the others disturbing his fun.

He turned to face me then, all nine feet of him standing straight and tall. One more foot, and he’d have been literally twice my height! I was so skinny I probably weighed as much as a single one of his legs, if even that! He gestured negligently, creating a globe of violet mageflame against the furthest wall of the cave. His own eyes didn’t need it, but I knew he wanted me to see. He was larger than normal even for one of his monstrous ogre kind, proportioned more or less like a man, but heavily muscular, and without a single hair anywhere on his body, wearing only a simple, untanned leather skirt. He grinned wickedly, staring me in my eyes as he replaced the loop of his key around his thick, strong neck. We spoke no language in common, but his leering, hateful smile was all the communication he needed; he loved holding the literal key to my freedom so close to my reach, and yet completely, unquestionably out of my grasp.

He gestured again, thick ropes of the same flaming violet light appearing out of nowhere, encircling my wrists and my thighs just above my knees. They didn’t burn me—if anything, they felt a little bit cold—but they snapped out to the ceiling of the cave, tightening, lifting me helplessly into the air, spreading me open. He undid his skirt and dropped it aside, revealing a massive, twitching cock easily the size of my entire forearm, hardening as I watched. I fought as much as I could, squirming mightily… but I knew it would do no good, the magical ropes were immeasurably strong. He stepped up between my thighs, slapping himself hard against my soft, vulnerable lips, making me gasp at the sting. I closed my eyes for a moment, but could feel him rubbing himself up and down my lips, the unwanted stimulation forcing me to grow wet despite my dread.

I screamed as he entered, loud and long, and I hated myself for it. I knew he enjoyed it; the sound of my pain, the thrashing of my limbs… but I just couldn’t stop myself! He was so huge and stiff, his flesh so much hotter than that of a man. I begged and pleaded, knowing he didn’t understand a word, as that enormous, invading cock forced itself deeper and deeper, stretching me beyond anything my frail human body had ever been meant to withstand! But he didn’t stop there; he started grabbing and squeezing my breasts with punishing force, digging his thick, strong fingers deeply into my flesh. He pinched my nipples, lifting and stretching them, shaking them to make my own heaviness the cause of my pain. I cried and sobbed, and it only encouraged him further. And despite it all, I knew I was starting to respond. My abused, traitorous pussy was reacting the only way she knew how, the heat and pressure building within me. I tried to resist, tried to hold back… but the thick, bruising force of him inside me was more than I could take. I came for him against my will, my hips bucking, my walls tightening around his shaft, coating him with the juices of my involuntary release. He laughed at me, slapping my tits, and though I couldn’t understand his hateful, guttural language, I somehow knew he was calling me a whore.

He gradually increased his power and speed, forcing me to cum for him twice more before he was finally ready for his own release. His grip tightened on my tits, using them like handles as he delivered his most painful pounding yet, grunting loudly as the almost scalding-hot torrent of his cum flooded deeply into my unprotected, fertile teenage womb! I screamed—with pain, and shame, and most of all the unbelievable, unwanted pleasure of my orgasm as my greedy, disloyal pussy drank his potent ogrish seed! There was so much of it! Wave after wave he came in me, filling me completely until there was nowhere left for it to go! I felt I was about to burst but still he was giving me more, the rest squirting wetly out around his thick, punishing cock, splashing audibly onto the hard cavern floor!

He finally withdrew, leaving me sobbing, sore, and empty—empty but for the thick liquid heat he’d left inside, wiping himself clean on the backs of my thighs. He refastened his skirt, unlocked and opened the door, a last gesture of his hand loosening my restraints and lowering me to the floor of the cave. The door closed, the lock clicked, the ropes and mageflame flickered out, leaving me in darkness once more. I wrapped myself in my arms, tightly closing my eyes.

“Love you, Daddy!” I whispered through my sobs, the tears running heavily down my cheeks. “Miss you!” I lay there until the tears finally stopped, my private ritual complete, taking off my visor.

I blinked in the soft, orangish light, sitting up on the smooth, apparently seamless plastic floor, standing and starting to stretch out the kinks. I smiled shyly, shaking my head. That ‘ogre captivity’ scenario was really something else… but even I had to admit, it could do a real number on the joints and muscles, being suspended like that! I stepped carefully to the door of the shower, careful not to slip on any of the fake cum that had squirted out of my pussy as the machine had been shooting it inside of me. There was so, so much of it, much more than even a real ogre could ever reasonably produce, if such a thing actually existed—but I just loved the feeling of getting filled to overflowing like that so much, I just couldn’t get enough!

The door to the scenario room locked behind me with a click, the distinctive whir of the machines starting their cleaning and sterilization protocols familiar and comforting as I set my visor into the special cleaning rack and stepped into the shower.