Rin woke up in the shallow depression with dread. It had been months since Barratt claimed him, endless days of being fucked in the ass, pounding to an inch of his life and then magically healed. Or choked as he was forced to drink cum as his only sustenance.
His body was as pristine as the day he became Barratt's, but months of fucking and abuse dulled his mind. He cringed, knowing that it would be only seconds until Barratt grabbed him for another round of abuse. He knew what it would feel like to have his ass torn open, to have the torturous cock slamming deep until he was screaming in agony. He felt every slam of the massive head against his button, the one point where all of his pleasure and pain gathered together. The ceaseless pounding haunted him, reminding him that he was nothing but a hole for the terrible beast.
Inevitably, he would come but the magical root embedded in his cock made even that small pleasure excruciating until the point he finally found release. And then one blast of relief and it would start over again.
Groaning, Rin crawled out of the depression. His stomach groaned with hunger and he let out a gasp of his own. The only food Barratt gave him was cum, liters and liters of it pumped into his belly until he looked pregnant with the creature's child… cub? He couldn't imagine Barratt producing children with the sheer amount of fucking he did. No woman could ever survive his cock, much less having a child.
Clutching his stomach, his fingers automatically finding the edges of the brand, he crawled toward the furs. He swayed his rounded ass in the air, knowing that it would please Barratt and shave off a few more seconds of torture. He licked his full lips, knowing that it would also help.
Rin finally reached the edge of the furs and looked up. The smell of sex and cum was strong in the pile, almost overwhelming as the musk of the creature. His cock grew hard knowing soon he would be raped.
Barratt was gone.
Rin paused for a minute, staring at the empty blankets in shock. Barratt was never gone. Every time Rin had woken up, the beast was there waiting for him.
Tightening his ass, Rin sat up and peered around. The chamber had become his world but he was alone. Alone for the first time in months.
His eyes trailed over to the exit. He considered running but Barratt would hunt him down. He ducked his head.
His stomach gurgled again.
It was feeding time. Time to suck on an immense cock and dislocate his jaw, to jam it deep into his gullet until he couldn't breath just to have Barratt pump him full. He hated eating more than being raped in the ass. At least there, he could paw at the furs and try to escape. Every time he had Barratt's cock in his throat, it felt like he was going to die.
A tear glittered in eye. He wiped it and considered the exit again. Maybe he'd just look outside. That is what he would tell Barratt if the creature caught him.
Rin almost pushed himself to his feet but then hesitated. Barratt said to crawl, demanded it with violence. With a soft gasp, Rin crawled toward the exit. His naked body swayed with every movement, his rounded buttocks upturned and poised to be impaled. It was his duty, it was his entire purpose. To be Barratt's fuck hole.
It took him a while to crawl through the switchbacks in the entrance. As he did, the air grew colder and frigid. The sharpness caught his lungs. When he finally came out to the opening, he stopped in shock. It was winter.
Trembling, Rin sat on his ankles as he peered at the glittering winterscape before him. Trees hung with ice and snow. It wasn't deep, only a few inches.
His nipples grew harder with the temperature and his cock shriveled, if it was possible. He stared out at the ice and felt a longing for freedom.
Rin dreamed of it many times over the month. He didn't know where he could go, the villages would all know that he was Barratt's fuck toy. Even his parents knew, there would be no chance of escape there. He would have to go far away, escape the Ring Villages.
Slowly, Rin oriented himself as his wits came back. He knew the route to Scoville. It was a large enough town that not everyone would know him on sight. He could steal or beg for some clothes and then hitch a ride further out.
A realization rose in his thoughts. Barratt said he would kill people if Rin escaped. But, maybe Rin could find someone willing to help. Like the adventurers he read about as a child or one of the many mage schools that dotted the countryside.
Trembling, Rin pushed himself to his bare feet. He shivered in the cold air as he imagined running across the snow.
An idea hit him. He staggered back into the chamber and grabbed one of the cum-soaked furs. It took only a little bit to rip some holes in there and form a makeshift cloak and coverings for his feet.
When he returned to the entrance, he cringed at the thought of Barratt being there, but the forest was empty.
Rin bit his lip. He was going to run. He was going to make it, he hoped.
Testing his protection, he took a hesitate step into freedom. When nothing slaughtered him, he took another and then a third. Soon, he was hurrying through the idea, moving as fast as he could as he headed toward Scoville. The cold seeped through the gaping holes of his furs, but at least he would make it.