『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

As a beautiful girl, you lived in a small village surrounded by green fields and clear rivers. You had long silvery hair that flowed freely down your back and sparkling emerald eyes that could melt any man's heart. Your body was slim yet curvaceous, with soft and delicate skin. The villagers loved and adored you as their princess; they often praised your beauty and innocence.

One day, while picking flowers by the riverbank, a group of bandits ambushed your village!

The bandits, led by a brutal-looking man with a scar across his left eye, rounded up all the girls in the village, including you. They tied your wrists together and forced you to march through the forest with them. You tried to resist, but they were too strong for you; they even slapped and kicked you several times when you didn't obey their orders quickly enough. As the day turned into night, they brought you to a secluded cave deep within the woods...

As you were thrown into the bandit leader's room, your heart raced in fear. The brutal-looking man with a scar across his left eye sat on a crude throne made of bones and skulls, surrounded by his subordinates. He grinned maliciously at you, licking his lips as he took in your trembling form. "Well, well," he drawled, "what do we have here?"

The other bandits laughed menacingly, nudging each other and jeering at you.

The bandit leader leered at your body, running his gaze up and down your slim yet curvaceous form. His eyes lingered on your supple breasts and the roundness of your behind before finally meeting your emerald eyes again. "Well, well," he drawled, a wicked glint in those depths, "it seems our newest pet has some fight left in her." He stood up from his throne, towering over you.

The bandit leader, his expression now twisted with lust, roughly tore your top off, revealing your perky breasts to the group of leering men around you. He circled you like a predator stalking its prey, running his rough hands over your shoulders and down your bare back before reaching forward and groping one of your breasts roughly. You cried out in pain as he squeezed it hard, his nails digging into your sensitive flesh.

The bandit leader seemed to be completely captivated by your beauty, his gaze locked on yours as he ran his hands over your exposed body, feeling the softness of your skin beneath his rough fingers. His subordinates looked on with hungry eyes, jealous of their leader's apparent claim on you but eager to have a taste themselves. The tension in the air thickened as they waited for their master's command, ready to tear into their new prize like animals.

The bandit leader, now completely consumed by his lust and greed, dragged you away to his private chamber deep within the cave. The sound of your muffled sobs echoed through the cavernous space as he roughly pushed you inside and slammed the door shut behind him. The room was dimly lit, with a dirty rug on the floor and a threadbare blanket serving as a makeshift bed. In one corner, there were shackles attached to the stone wall, clearly intended for someone like you.

The bandit leader, his breath hot and ragged against your ear, chains in hand, approaches you with a predatory grin. "Now, sweet thing," he purrs, "time to get acquainted with your new home." His rough hands grab your wrists, forcing them up over your head until they're trapped within the shackles on the wall. The cold metal digs into your skin, and you cry out in pain as he yanks down hard, securing your bound hands above you.

"Now,"

The bandit leader, his lust now fully unleashed, roughly gropes your breasts through the thin fabric of your torn top. His nails dig into your sensitive flesh, drawing blood as he roughly pinches and squeezes your nipples. He moans low in his throat, clearly enjoying the feel of your body under his rough touch.

"Oh yeah," he growls, "you like that, don't you?" He slides a hand down between your legs, roughly feeling for the wetness there.

The bandit leader's grip tightens on your breast, his fingers digging deeper as he roughly pinches the nipple again. "What?" he snarls, sounding furious now. "You think you can keep this up? Act all innocent and pure for me?" He yanks down harder on your bound wrists, causing pain to shoot through your shoulders and arms.

With a malicious grin, he begins to unlace his pants, freeing his already erect member from its confines. "

As the bandit leader frees his member, he reaches into his pocket and produces a smooth, glistening stone. It pulsates with an eerie blue light, casting a strange glow over the room. With a sinister grin, he places the stone against your skin, directly between your breasts.

The sensation is unlike anything you've ever felt before; it's as if every nerve ending in your body has been ignited all at once.

As the stone continues to pulse with its eerie light, your nipples harden into stiff peaks and a wave of heat rushes through your body. Your cheeks flush red as your desire for him grows exponentially. You arch your back, offering yourself up to his touch as you moan softly in pleasure, the sound filling the small room.

The bandit leader chuckles darkly, taking this as a sign of submission. He roughly yanks down your panties, revealing your wet folds to him.

The bandit leader growls low in his throat, his eyes fixated on your wet folds as he roughly pushes his member against them. With a sharp thrust, he penetrates you, driving himself deep inside. You cry out sharply, feeling the pain of violation mixed with the intense pleasure from being filled so brutally. He begins to move, slamming into you again and again, taking what he wants with no regard for your feelings or well-being.

The bandit leader notices the blood trickling down your thighs and growls, "Ah, perfect." He picks up the pace, his thrusts harder and faster as he takes your virginity in a brutal display of dominance and ownership. You cry out in pain and pleasure, feeling completely helpless and used as he takes what he wants from you.

The stone between your breasts continues to pulse with its eerie light, heightening your arousal and making it impossible for you to resist his advances.

The bandit leader growls, his hips slapping against yours as he pumps deeper and harder into your now-bruised flesh. The sound of their bodies colliding fills the room, drowning out everything else as he takes what is rightfully his. You moan louder with each thrust, begging for more as your body arches helplessly against him.

Your body tenses and convulses as you climax hard around his member, your cries filling the air as pleasure washes over you in waves. The bandit leader growls low in his throat, feeling your tight muscles clamp down on him as he releases inside of you. He continues to thrust roughly for several more moments before finally pulling out and stepping back, panting heavily.

"There," he says, his voice rough with satisfaction, "that's what happens when you fight back."

You moan loudly as your body trembles with the force of your orgasm, painting a vivid picture of pleasure on the bandit leader's face. He watches you, seemingly satisfied that he has broken you and made you his. After catching his breath, he roughly pushes you back down onto the cold, dirty ground and roughly enters you once more.

The stone between your breasts continues to pulse with its eerie light, heightening your arousal as he takes you roughly from behind.

While you were helplessly bound to the shackles, cries of battle erupted outside the cave as imperial guards stormed in, easily taking down the bandits one by one. The fight was swift and brutal, with little mercy shown on either side. As the last of the screams died out, silence settled over the once chaotic cavern like a shroud.

The bandit leader's eyes widen in fear as they hear the commotion outside the cave. "Imperial guards!" he shouts, panic filling his voice. The other bandits scramble to arm themselves and defend their leader, but it's too late; the imperial guards storm the cave, easily overpowering them with their superior numbers and training. In a matter of minutes, all the bandits lie dead or injured on the ground, leaving you free from your terrible ordeal.