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Prisoner's Torture

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by PancakesMan

Kinna-G054 should have known that it was all going wrong when the Elites took her, the Sangheili capturing her, carting her off, the larger brutes lugging the swearing, screeching human as if she was nothing at all. A human, a Spartan, she was strong, but she was not strong enough to take on an entire horde of them, not all at once.

The world turned around her, dragged into the depths of their stronghold, at least the one they had set up on that planet, but none of that, none at all, was going to be important as they hauled her away into the depths of the earth. Metal ramps rang out with the clanging of so many footsteps as they charged along with their catch, snarling, though the worst was yet to come for the human who had never thought that things could turn and change for the worse so very quickly. As much as she fought, there were too many of them to beat back, and they had her at a disadvantage, her resources depleted, her weapons smashed or taken by the Elite.

She was still in her suit when they strapped her into a machine of some kind, standing on her feet but lowering her hips, but with her helmet still on, she could barely see anything that was around her. Fear clawed at her heart, but Kinna forced it down with every last scrap of will in her body, hissing through her teeth, heart pounding. Her fingers twisted, straining to grasp something, anything, but they had locked her wrists down in metal manacles, mined from other planets they had inhabited.

Be still…

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Think, she had to think. There had to be something she could do!

The Elite snarled at one another in their own language, full armoured, as was she. But they ripped some off her, exposing her tits, which swelled forward once freed of her suit. Her nipples perked up, but that was merely an effect of the cool air and maybe a fair dose of fear there. Trapped by the Sangheili, their hissing wrath surrounding her, there was nothing else that she could do but grit her teeth, bear through it, bracing herself for the torture that was to come.

And yet Kinna could not have expected it. Her arms were bound and locked down to either side of her body, no protection at all to her indecency. She was squatting, leaning back into something chair-like that was not a chair, gritting her teeth, a pounding rod driving straight up from under her, through her tech-suit and into her arse. That would have been bad enough, ripping a howl from her lips, thrashing back and forth. The rod was not smooth, not in the slightest, but studded, hard metal, ramming in hard and fast, like a dick that she did not want up in there at all.

Her suit was ripped, all without her consent, howling, the softness of her shaft springing out. They could not have known that she was a futa, but that did not matter to the Elite, quickly adjusting the machine to cram another rod into her cock, forcing it to harden, to straighten, the hole at the tip parting around something beaded, like anal beads but one after the other, shoved up close together for maximum penetration.

Pain seared through her, red-hot, burning, though it took her a moment to realise that it was not merely the sensation of pain cutting through her that she felt. Kinna screamed, twisting and thrashing, yet she was strapped and locked down far too firmly into the machine to even think about getting away.

She tried to scream words, the metal rods burning, inch after inch forcing their way into her, though she swore she could see the one in her cock burning through it. It was hot, not only with the pain, searing through, the pain arching, her hips bucking, body straining for some kind of escape even when there simply did not seem to be one to be had.

The Elite observed her, though her eyes watered, straining not to cry, despite the pressure, what was so much more than what her body should naturally have been able to handle. She could not help it, not when there was no escape, not upset coursing through her but a bare vocation of the pain of it all painting itself on her face.

Not that the Elite stopped. The machine fucked her harder, rods cramming in, the studs on the one in her backside ploughing through, forcing stimulation, though not of the good kind. Gasping for breath, she raked in all the air she could to her lungs, howling, breaking, crying out.

Yet that was not going to be anywhere near enough to stop them, panting, lips parted, the metal rod in her arse distending her stomach, her organs shoved out of place. They had to make room for it, one way or another, as she squirmed with a new kind of discomfort, something that cut through the pain in a new way. But she had to bear through it, some way, somehow, rolling her head back and forth, not even considering that she was half-naked before them, her suit wrecked and what armour was left not doing anything at all to protect her in the way that she needed it to be.

Would she beg? Oh no, that wasn't Kinna, not like Kinna at all. The noise of her organs being pushed aside squelched obscenely through her, though it was something that she felt deep in her gut more than anything else, the rod in her dick ploughing down, beads popping into her one after the other, more painful, hissing breaths snatched from her in gasps.

Deeper and deeper… That one was not stopping either, her stomach distending all the way up to her tits, lifting the heavy orbs even as she cried out again. She was a warrior and wanted to prove herself as such, but nothing in the whole world could have prepared her for the feel of it. Her cock adjusted to what was inside it, thankfully, but she had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that the worst, whatever that was, was still yet to come, as it dug right down to the base of her cock, finally hitting her prostate.

Oh, sweet pleasure. Yet it was tainted in a moment like that, not something that should have been there, despite everything. She whimpered, gritting her teeth, not wanting to show her reaction to it, though there was only so much that Kinna could hold back, despite what she wanted.

The rods fucked her, the one in her dick bearing down, forcing her to feel, her balls jostling, slipping from the tattered remnants of the suit about her crotch. There was no sense in them being hidden anymore, for the Elite knew everything about her in every way, grunting cum trying to expel, though there simply was nowhere for it to go with a rod sealing her cock shut.

Her head swam. The discomfort, the heat… It was hot, yes, but not so much so that she could not bear it, not once that her body had adjusted to the feel of it inside her. She panted heavily, chest and breasts shuddering with every gulp of air, her urethra plugged up, trying to rock away, hump up, anything to get away, to get a slight moment of relief.

Pain… She knew what that was, but her body adjusted, the lack of lubrication in her arse not something that she wanted to consider too much. That was more painful, but not too bad, not anymore, her body stretching around the penetration, breasts lifted by the sheer, shocking depth of the rod filling her backside. What was she meant to do? There was nothing for her, nowhere to go, blood filling her mouth where she had bitten into the inside of her cheek.

Kinna groaned, for there was some pleasure, as much as she shook her head, trembling in place, a little more of her breaking down. The fight was not in her as much as it should have been, but pleasure tended to do that to a person, warmth searing through more teasingly, as if the rods were something that were meant to bring her delight otherwise.

But the heat was there still, no longer simply pleasurable, coursing through her, spreading out and out and out from those metal rods. The problem with those metal rods fucking her was, besides what they were doing to her broken holes, that they were excellent conductors of heat and the burning touch of them at the beginning had only been a taste of what was to come. That was not set to burn her, but the bulge of them ploughing into her slowly began to show, glowing brighter and brighter, as slowly but surely, they burned her insides, her most sensitive of parts.

Kinna sucked in breath, fidgeting, yet she was so weak already that she could barely flex her muscles, clench her abs, panting, twisting back and forth faintly, weakly, straining. Yet the burn was coming whether she was ready for it or not, searing through, pain ramping up, teasing that line of pleasure, her torture sexual and real at the same time. She didn't know what would be worse.

The glow could be seen through her tech-suit, the bulge of it straining through her dark-skinned stomach, though, of course, her cock was bare. With every heaving breath, fresh tears trickled down her face, though that could not be helped, the heat excruciating, all-encompassing in a way that her mind could not simply turn from it, not in any way, shape or form.

Her belly steamed, fear twisting through her, though it was a different kind of fear to what she had experienced earlier. She might have been a fighter but that did not mean that she was at all immune to emotion, the sensations forcing attention on her body, building and fighting, all for their own kind of precedence. The steam rushing from her dick had her twisting away from it the best she could, howling, gasping, though little sounds seemed to break the barrier of her lips anymore.

Bear through it, she told herself. All things come to an end. And the Elite had no reason to torture her indefinitely. They weren't even asking her for information, trying to get secrets out of her!

Her balls ached, churning, cum trying to find a way out, for her body could not help but react to her prostate being stimulated from both directions. The beads of the rod in her dick ground over it from the unusual angle in just the right way, though the studs, as brutal as they were cramming into her arsehole, were exactly right for grinding over the more conventional part of her prostate in her anal passage.

Right and wrong… Well, that was up for debate as Kinna heaved for breath, trying to cum, breasts wobbling with the weight of them pulling down. Her muscles tensed, but the burning heat could not be ignored, twisting back and forth, though the woman hardly managed to move at all.

“Ah!"

That shocked her, a needle from the machine stabbing, abruptly, into her leg, though that didn't make it any better. Of course, it did not make it better – nothing there was ever going to make it any better at all. She grunted and snarled deep in the back of her throat, cursing the Elite, all that they stood for, all that they had done to her.

Her balls gurgled, rumbling with cum that had nowhere to go, the skin of her nuts forced to swell to accommodate them, though they were already quite sizeable. Litres of jizz flooded them, the injection something that forced her body to increase its sperm production sharply and suddenly, though her nuts the size of fists grew and grew, moment by moment. She tried to tip forward but did not have space in the machine to do so, bearing through it, heaving, panting, her breasts shoved out of place still as the metal rod burned and worked back and forth inside her.

Time had no meaning anymore as her balls grew to the size of watermelons, bulging, inflated grotesquely, too much cum churning about inside as they groaned with the sheer strain of it all. Yet the cum was not quiet either, steaming inside her, the heat of the rods pulsing through, forcing every inch of her body to bear the flaring warmth of them, burning up from the inside out.

She had to hold it… And yet she could not.

“Ah – no!"

Kinna couldn't get the words out, her mouth too dry, skin crawling with sweat, body trying to release, pain digging sharply into her gut.

“No… Yes! Let me… Oh, it's too…much!"

Words were forced out, as if she had to shove them from her lips forcibly with her tongue. The Elite were near, yet she could not see them, whimpering, tearing up more, grunting as her nuts hung down heavily with that steaming, blistering load of cum.

“Let me cum…" She begged, head hanging. “Fuck… You fucking bastards! Let me! I have to! It's… Unnff… Shit. Fuck. Oh it's… Please… Let… Let me…"

Swearing didn't help, not even as she begged, pleading with them to allow her body to ease down in some, small way, any way possible. But it was not to come, not that easily, all part of her torture in some sense, though it was not as she'd thought it was. The sheer volume of cum packed away in her nuts was so much, too much, the rods slamming in, fucking her even harder than before when she'd thought that there was no possible way that they could ramp up.

There was no way that it could get worse. Until it did.

The pain burned through, the rods powering, stripping Kinna of every last bit of power that she might have thought she'd had. The machine clanked and groaned with the intensity of how hard it was being forced to work, though that could have been one of the reasons why it was so hot, burning through her, snarling, hissing, a beast in itself while the Elite watched her abuse. There was not much she could see as she screamed, finally, the ramming brutality of the abusing rods trembling within her, a blur as they pounded her, fucking her without any care for her, her body.

Steam roiled from her body, thicker and thicker swathes of it pouring forth – there could be no way that she could bear it! Yet her boiling cum churned and gurgled, straining for that hot splash of release, erupting, her body straining, forcing it out despite the rod stretching her urethra to burning point. Her muscles ached, burning through with an intensity unlike anything she had ever felt before, and yet she had to hold on, gasping, panting, cum pouring up and up and up the length of her dick. The rod was forced out of the way in a roiling hiss of steam, though she was not able to do anything, not in that moment, to stop it, crying out, again and again, as she finally ejaculated.

It was not the bliss that it was supposed to be, spurting forth in a steaming fountain, drenching herself in boiling spunk, pouring down her body, marked on her dark skin. Kinna howled and wrenched herself back and forth, but there was no evading it, not when there was so much cum to pour forth, spurt after long spurt rising, ropes of it splattering up and over her body. It even marked her tits, as if she was aiming particularly for them, grunting, thrusting, lost in a burning moment of torture that never, not truly, had been hers to take.

Pleasure or pain? Ah, that was the question and perhaps why the lines between the two had changed so much during the course of the torture, and the Elites still had more in store for her. Kinna groaned through her orgasm, humping, bucking, grinding, yet soreness emanated, not able to escape it, the rod slowing, the only one still there lodged in her arse. She couldn't quite see where the other one had gone, but with steam hissing and seething all around, it didn't seem to matter all that much anymore.

Her urethra gaped wide, broken and abused, leaking still thicker streams of cum, a never-ending flow that kept on coming and coming. For the injection still forced her trembling, aching body to produce more and more seed, even if it was not needed, adding a fair dose of humiliation to the torturous vindication simmering through her heated body.

The rod stilled, lodged in her backside, cooling, unmoving, though the heat of it remained in memory. Kinna gasped and shuddered, sweat shimmering on her skin, soaking into the underlayer of her tech-suit, though she shook violently, dragging in breath after breath, straining, fighting.

Yet there was no sense in fighting anymore, not at all. She may as well have given up, though she blinked slowly, fading, falling unconscious, as much as she clawed at the waking world, trying to hang onto it until the very last bitter moment. It was all she could do, felt able to do, the last tiny thing that she could possibly control, even if she was not really, not then, not ever, in control.

The Elites snarled, conversing in their language, as Kinna slumped forward, hanging in the bonds of the machine, metal cutting into her, leaving marks in her skin. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Her cock still leaked, the pool of cum growing around her, for it would not have any need to slow or stop until the injection wore off. And they had made sure it was a long-lasting one…

The shape of the rod in her belly, stopping somewhere just below her breasts that time, showed through clearly, her flexibility on show. But that was not the end for Kinna, not even as her eyes remained closed, unknowing of their plans for her.

A prisoner of the Elite would not escape their torture swiftly, if at all.

They'd make sure of it.