Luz felt good about her plan to save the Boiling Isles. It went like this: If Philip Wittebane had never killed his brother, then he never would have gone to find the Collector, he never would have killed all those people, and he never would have become Belos. So, for the good of witchkind, Luz would find a timepool to take her back to Caleb Wittebane's time in the Isles—and she would save his life!
That was the plan anyways. It turned out a little different.
Trapped in his too-tight grip, Luz cried out as he pushed his hips against hers again, his pelvis flat against her ass. He was pushing his horrible, too-big cock so far inside of her it made her want to die. It hurt like she was being stabbed, even worse than when she was little and she broke her arm trying to climb up to the roof.
All around them were the red trees she had come to find familiar and beautiful. For miles, there was no one, just wilderness. Still, she screamed, begging him, "Stop! Please, stop!" She sobbed as he clutched his hands around her arms tighter, moaning into her ear. "Why are you doing this? It hurts!"
The man behind her, the man who looked so much like and unlike Hunter, just laughed, letting go with one hand and bringing it up to pinch her nipple. She didn't both reaching back to fight him.
"Like any self-respecting man would let a—ouufgh—beautiful thing like you get away without using your tight little pussy," he said, voice warm. He fucked her harder, his skin slapping against hers stingingly. "Cry harder, honey. Mmmf. It makes your cunt clench when you sob."
Luz took a deep breath to avoid crying. It hurt to cry; like he said, her guts clenched up around him and felt his girth like a hand reaching up inside her. "I don't want—AAH!"
He had slapped her hard across the face, his other hand tightening further around her wrist. Though he was still, she didn't bother trying to run. The hand she had free instead came up to touch her stinging face, shocked. It came away wet with tears. Finally, startled, she tried to run away.
Immediately, magic vines reached up to keep her feet planted to the ground and then too grew tighter.
"Uh-uh, none of that now, pretty thing. Remember: I didn't ask what you wanted," Caleb said, fucking hard into her once in punishment. "I told you to do something, didn't I?"
"Wh-What?" she sobbed.
Caleb growled. "I told you to fucking cry!"
Luz didn't argue after that. It was hard to ignore his command, held captive and fucked, with his slow, deep, hard thrusts jolting her like lightning. Each thrust was like a hammer to the stomach. So, she cried, each sob making the pain worse.
Behind her, Caleb just kept moaning, murmuring horrible things into her ear. Things like, "Your pussy's so wet for me," and, "I haven't fucked a hole this tight since Philip was little." It made her sick. If she wasn't afraid of what he'd do to her, she was certain she would vomit.
When he finally finished, shooting white-hot cum up inside her with a disgusting groan, he pushed her off and dropped her to the dirt. She felt his cum slowly slide around inside her, making its way out, and cried again. It hurt. Everything hurt.
She heard him rustling behind her before his hands were suddenly on her again. She gasped, terrified, and tried to crawl away, but he just laughed and pulled her closer. "Let me see my work, baby," he said. He kicked her legs apart—she held them there miserably, mortified as his thumbs spread her sore pussy open.
"Ow," she whimpered.
He made a fake sympathetic noise, then suddenly licked a stripe up her pussy. "I can't stay for long," he sighed. "Otherwise I'd taste you more fully, but for now..." He reached beneath her and punched her stomach, making her wheeze as the air was knocked out of her. "There we are. Watch that seed drip out of you... Can you feel that?"
Luz wasn't sure if she should answer or not. With a sniffle, she whispered, "Uh-huh," just to keep him satisfied. Anything to end the pain faster.
Another sigh and Caleb finally stepped away. "Pretty thing." She listened to him out his clothing back to rights. "That was just what I needed, love, thank you, truly. And, just so we have an understanding: if you tell anyone about this, I'll keep you in a little box and rape you every day." He ended the sentence with a laugh. "Maybe I should do that regardless. Sounds fun!"
With a last, final kick to her inner thigh, he turned away, whistling a cheery tune as he went.
When he was far enough that she could no longer hear him, Luz pressed her face into the dirt and cried and cried and cried. New plan, she thought. I let Belos kill him and then I get us both the best therapy ever. Then, with tears still soaking into the ground below, I want my mom.