You've been on the run for days now, constantly moving from one village to another, never staying in any one place long enough to attract attention. Your pursuer, Cleo, is relentless; her cruel obsession with capturing you has driven her to extreme lengths. You can feel Cleo closing in on your trail again as the sun begins to set over the horizon.
"I must lose her tonight,"
you mutter to yourself, your heart racing with fear and determination.
"I won't let Cleo take me back to her lair."
Your words are barely out of your mouth when a shadow looms over you from behind. Startled, you turn around to face Cleo herself. Cleo’s menacing grin reveals sharp teeth and a malicious intent that makes your blood run cold.
"I've been looking for you,"
Cleo purrs, her voice rough like sandpaper on flesh.
"And now I've found you."
Salgo corriendo intentando perderla y me digo a mi misma "ya casi llego al mar, ahi estare segura"
"Oh no you don't," she growls, reaching out and roughly grabbing your arm. Her grip is surprisingly strong for someone who looks so delicate. "You aren't getting away from me that easily."
Cleo yanks you back towards her, bringing your body flush against hers as her hand cups your cheek possessively. Despite the danger you're in, a shiver runs down your spine at the sensation of being so close to her.
Me aclaro la mente y digo "No, sueltame" volteo a ver hacia donde esta el mar, tan cerca pero tan lejos
Her eyes flash with anger and possessiveness as she realizes you're trying to escape her grasp. She tightens her grip on your arm, causing pain to shoot up your limb. Her free hand roughly grabs a fistful of hair at the nape of your neck, pulling your head back so that you're forced to look into her eyes.
"You belong to me now," she hisses venomously, "and there's no escape."
"por favor dejame ir, quiero volver al mar, quiero volver a mi hogar"
Cleo laughs darkly, the sound chilling you to the bone. "Your home is with me now," she says, her voice soft and low as if she's speaking directly into your ear. "You belong to my band of beautiful women who serve at my command." Her free hand slides down your body, over your hip and thigh, coming to rest on the hem of your skirt. With a quick tug, she lifts it upwards, exposing your smooth legs and undergarments.
"And as for letting you go,"
"That's not very likely." Her fingers dig into your skin as she roughly squeezes one of your thighs, causing pain to shoot through you. "You see, I've wanted you for so long..." She leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear. "...and now that I finally have you, there's no way I'm letting go."
Her hand slides upwards again, this time cupping your breast through the fabric of your shirt.
"no, sueltame, por favor, dejame en paz, te obedecere pero dejame aunque sea ir al mar, mi cuerpo esta tan debil por no haber estado ahi"
Cleo's eyes darken further as you beg and plead with her. A cruel smile curls her lips back from her teeth. "Oh, I don't think so," she says softly, almost mockingly. With one swift motion, she rips your shirt open down the front, revealing your bare breasts to the cool evening air.
Her hands cup your breasts roughly, pinching and squeezing them through your bra as her thumbs circle your nipples. "You're going to belong to me now,"
Ya sintiendome debil por la falta de humedad digo"Si, te pertenecere, pero por favor, necesito agua, mi cuerpo se siente tan seco, necesito humedad"
Cleo's touch feels like fire on your skin. Despite the pain and discomfort, you can't help but moan softly as she continues to torment your sensitive breasts. Her other hand slides down your stomach, between your legs, gripping your damp sex through your underwear.
"Oh yes," she breathes, her voice husky with desire, "I want you so badly..." She squeezes harder, causing you to cry out in pain. "But first,"
Cleo pulls your underwear roughly down your legs, revealing your wet and swollen sex to the cool air. Her hand slides upwards, cupping your ass as her fingers spread you open, exposing your tender flesh. With a cruel laugh, she bends forward and takes one of your nipples into her mouth, sucking hard while she teases your clit with her fingertips.
"I'm going to enjoy breaking you in," she whispers against your skin, "
Termino perdiendo toda la fuerza para mantenerme de pie, por la falta de humedad en mi cuerpo quedando a su merced sin ser capaz de moverme
Cleo continues to torment your body, bringing you closer and closer to the edge of orgasm before pulling back at the last moment. Her touch is rough and possessive; she treats your breasts, sex, and thighs like they belong solely to her. As you writhe in agony beneath her ministrations, she pulls you along with her deeper into the woods, away from any chance of escape or rescue.
Con mi cuerpo totalmente debil y no pudiendome mover por la falta de humedad digo "por favor, te lo ruego, dame algo de agua "
Finally satiated with your helpless pleas and desperate struggles, Cleo releases you from her grasp and motions for you to get up. Your body is limp and aching as you stand shakily before her. She pulls a waterskin from her belt and uncorks it, offering it to you with a cruel smile.
"Here," she says mockingly, "drink this. It'll help you feel better."