Creampie Dreams: Impregnation Erotica Trilogy Read Online Free
Author: Aya Fukunishi
harm her, then surely he wouldn't have gone to the trouble of carrying her back here through the forest. He could just as easily have snapped her neck in the clearing.
So, why? Ransom? Surely that could not be the reason. Her father had no money, as was clear by her clothing. No woman of worth would dare leave her home in such poor peasant's rags. He couldn't possibly have mistaken her for the daughter of a man of means. He knew her name, though, so whatever his intentions this was personal. He hadn't simply stumbled on her in the forest, that much was clear. He had pursued her.
Whatever his intentions, Amelie didn't mean to stay to find out. She fumbled around in the dark, sensing her surroundings in search of a weapon, a key, anything that might help her fight or escape, but the ground was bare. As far as her chain would allow her to move she found nothing of note but a loose board in the rear wall of the shack.
She turned her attention to the chain. The links were thick and heavy, clearly too strong to consider trying to break. Her hands followed the links back to their source and found the chain had been hammered securely into a large, half buried rock by a piton. She tugged on the chain, but the metal spike didn't move at all.
Running her hands back up the chain she found that it split in two just inches from her wrist, with the second length running to another shackle. Her fingers traced around the bracelet, and she felt the hole where the locking pin should slide. Wait... could it be that simple?
She felt the bracelet around her wrist and almost laughed when she found what she'd hoped to find. The shackles were a simple design, meant to lock both hands together quickly. Each shackle was secured by a long steel locking pin that dropped into a hole at the inside of the wrist, and it was designed in such a way that a prisoner could not reach either pin when their hands were secured.
With just one hand bound, however, it was simply a matter of easing the pin from its hole to free herself. She couldn't believe her good fortune, and she rejoiced as the pin worked free and the shackle fell to the ground, the sound masked by the crackling of the fire.
Now free, Amelie reached for the loose board in the wall. It was attached by a single nail, and it easily moved aside just enough to allow her to squeeze through the gap. Beyond she saw the moonlit forest, and she knew she was only moments from freedom. She slid through with her arms raised above her head, and struggled a little as her breasts slowed her progress. For a moment she thought they might make it impossible to fit through the tight gap, but by emptying her lungs of air there was just enough room to continue.
She could taste her freedom now. The smell of meat cooking in the clearing behind her told her that her captor was occupied, and all she had to do was slip silently into the undergrowth and make enough ground to reach the nearest village before her absence was discovered. She knew she could do it.
Something caught on Amelie's leg, something firm and unshakable. It felt as if the steel shackle had somehow attached to her ankle, and she panicked and pulled forward to no avail. Suddenly she was pulled bodily back through the narrow gap, the wood scraping at her chest as she was heaved back into the shack, and the entire structure shook. She found herself dazed, back in the darkness, and her captor loomed over her.
'I told you,' he said, calmly, 'there is no chance of escape.' In the gloom she felt him take her hand and lift her to her feet. 'Now come, Amelie. It's time.'
She was carried from the shack easily, her struggling as ineffectual as attempting to swim upstream against a torrent. She beat her fists against her captor's muscular chest, but he simply grasped her wrists in one hand to subdue her more effectively than any shackle. She felt the power in those hands, and suddenly understood that what he said was
So, why? Ransom? Surely that could not be the reason. Her father had no money, as was clear by her clothing. No woman of worth would dare leave her home in such poor peasant's rags. He couldn't possibly have mistaken her for the daughter of a man of means. He knew her name, though, so whatever his intentions this was personal. He hadn't simply stumbled on her in the forest, that much was clear. He had pursued her.
Whatever his intentions, Amelie didn't mean to stay to find out. She fumbled around in the dark, sensing her surroundings in search of a weapon, a key, anything that might help her fight or escape, but the ground was bare. As far as her chain would allow her to move she found nothing of note but a loose board in the rear wall of the shack.
She turned her attention to the chain. The links were thick and heavy, clearly too strong to consider trying to break. Her hands followed the links back to their source and found the chain had been hammered securely into a large, half buried rock by a piton. She tugged on the chain, but the metal spike didn't move at all.
Running her hands back up the chain she found that it split in two just inches from her wrist, with the second length running to another shackle. Her fingers traced around the bracelet, and she felt the hole where the locking pin should slide. Wait... could it be that simple?
She felt the bracelet around her wrist and almost laughed when she found what she'd hoped to find. The shackles were a simple design, meant to lock both hands together quickly. Each shackle was secured by a long steel locking pin that dropped into a hole at the inside of the wrist, and it was designed in such a way that a prisoner could not reach either pin when their hands were secured.
With just one hand bound, however, it was simply a matter of easing the pin from its hole to free herself. She couldn't believe her good fortune, and she rejoiced as the pin worked free and the shackle fell to the ground, the sound masked by the crackling of the fire.
Now free, Amelie reached for the loose board in the wall. It was attached by a single nail, and it easily moved aside just enough to allow her to squeeze through the gap. Beyond she saw the moonlit forest, and she knew she was only moments from freedom. She slid through with her arms raised above her head, and struggled a little as her breasts slowed her progress. For a moment she thought they might make it impossible to fit through the tight gap, but by emptying her lungs of air there was just enough room to continue.
She could taste her freedom now. The smell of meat cooking in the clearing behind her told her that her captor was occupied, and all she had to do was slip silently into the undergrowth and make enough ground to reach the nearest village before her absence was discovered. She knew she could do it.
Something caught on Amelie's leg, something firm and unshakable. It felt as if the steel shackle had somehow attached to her ankle, and she panicked and pulled forward to no avail. Suddenly she was pulled bodily back through the narrow gap, the wood scraping at her chest as she was heaved back into the shack, and the entire structure shook. She found herself dazed, back in the darkness, and her captor loomed over her.
'I told you,' he said, calmly, 'there is no chance of escape.' In the gloom she felt him take her hand and lift her to her feet. 'Now come, Amelie. It's time.'
She was carried from the shack easily, her struggling as ineffectual as attempting to swim upstream against a torrent. She beat her fists against her captor's muscular chest, but he simply grasped her wrists in one hand to subdue her more effectively than any shackle. She felt the power in those hands, and suddenly understood that what he said was
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