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The Last Confessor Episode 10

Posted by Hedowho on 29 January, 2021

The Last Confessor Episode 10

(She’s the last of her kind….)

By: Kebby NG

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“Come on” the guard said gruffly and started walking away, expecting Isabelle to follow, of course.

Isabelle glanced at the face of Mia and could see the saturnine look she had.

“Bye” she mumbled to Isabelle, but Isabelle didn’t say a word as she started trailing behind the guard.

The guard was so huge and his muscles stretched as he walked ahead of her, while Isabelle just lowered her gaze to the floor, thinking of what could possibly happen in the King’s room. She wondered if she’d be able to escape it this time around.

Oh! If only he’d have mercy on her. If only he’d punish her in any other way aside sex. She knew she might not survive it after this night. The memories – they’d hunt her.

She had suddenly thought of running, running away from the guard, but she knew it was pointless. There were guards everywhere and without her powers, it’d be just a single lady against hundreds of guards. That was impossible.

She managed to stifle the sobs that made attempts to rack her throat.

After a very long walk, she got to the hallway leading to the King’s chambers, and walking deeper, they finally got to the door.

“Come in” the King’s voice replied when the guard knocked and Isabelle felt all the muscles in her body become weak.

The guard opened the door and they walked in and there she met him on his table, working on some scrolls.

The room would have been dark, but the lights from the lamps prevented it and gave it a gloomy feel.

“The confessor’s here, My King” the guard bowed, while Isabelle stood behind him, fear getting the best part of her.

Caesar didn’t say a word or try to raise an eye brow as he focused on the scrolls he was working on.

The guard kept his head bowed and dare not move, and after a very long while, he spoke up.

“Leave us” came the stringent command, and the guard bowed and left.

Isabelle interlocked her fingers and kept her eyes glued to the floor. At that moment, she felt she was alone with the devil – an angry devil.

“You know what to do, Isabelle. Get rid of your clothes and get on the bed”, he said, like it was such an easy thing to do.

Isabelle’s hands trembled as she lifted them to the hem of her dress,,rose it above her waist, to her head, and finally, they were off her head.

Caesar focused on the scrolls and acted like she wasn’t doing a thing.

She took off her underthings and walked slowly to the bed, laying downwards like the first time.

She let out muffled whimpers against the pillows as she tried to still herself. It appeared Caesar was still sitting because Isabelle was yet to hear any movement from him. But after a while, she did.

First, she heard the sound of a chair being moved, then some footsteps, ruffling of clothes, and some footsteps again. It was obvious,he was coming towards her – he prepared.

Isabelle’s breath wavered as she felt him so close to her. Her head was resting on the pillow, but suddenly, she felt a hand yank her hair backwards, making her face lift from the pillow.

A dark cloth went over her eyes, blindfolding her, and Isabelle pondered, what exactly what he was doing? Why was he covering her eyes?

He tied the blindfold on her eyes and released her hair roughly, and all Isabelle could see was darkness. Total darkness. Why was he doing this to her?

Afterwards, she felt him fully on her back, and her breath hitched when she felt his erection on her thighs.

“N-o” her voice cracked.

As he held her down, the memories came rushing in – the memories of being touched.

“Caesar please….” She whimpered.
“Don’t do this”.

He moved his erection from the top of her @ss, into the lines, until he’d gotten to the exact hole he needed.

“Next time you call me by my name, I’ll kill you”
He growled into her ears and forced his rod into her tight sheath.

“No o!!!” Isabelle cried as she felt something big going into her hole.
It tore her apart.

‘No!! Please” she cried.
The painful memories came driving in, the memories she’s been trying so hard to forget.

As Caesar forced himself into her, she recalled how she’d lost her virginity. How that man had drilled into her, while her father stood by and watched.

“No…Please…..” She sobbed, the memories tearing apart.

Caesar didn’t know of the mental pains she was passing through, so he just continued what he was doing.

He pushed his full size into her, pulled back, and went in again.

“No ooo! Stop it, please…!” Isabelle cried, recalling how she’d pleaded with her father to stop the man, but her father wouldn’t listen.

She could remember Tabitha crying outside the locked door, hitting and begging their father to stop the man. Her father had taken some pieces of silver from the man, in exchange for her dignity.

As Caesar covered her, she could feel the man’s touch over her, not just him, but the other men who used her as well after that day.

Oh! All the horrible things her father made her pass through. Those were the memories she’d been trying so hard to forget.

Caesar was already thrusting freely into her, deeper and roughly.

He turned deaf ears to her pleas, and the blindfold over her eyes weren’t helping matters at all.

She cried painfully against the pillow, her head becoming so hot already.

“Ah….

“No….please…!”

She begged helplessly.

Caesar went on for a long time and Isabelle had stopped screaming. All she did was whimper, fighting so hard with the memories which tormented her. Each thrust that Caesar took, reminded her of the thrust those men had taken into her.

And to think her father had…..

Oh! She didn’t want to think about it. But she had no choice. The memories came freely.

Getting to his satisfaction, Caesar pulled out of her and left the bed immediately.

Isabelle remained there, sobbing weakly. She couldn’t hear anything, anything at all. All she felt was pains, both mental and physical pains.

She felt the blindfold go off her eyes, and light could be seen again. But she still felt weak as different voices and images played in her head.

“Get off my bed” she heard the King’s voice amongst them, but she could barely move a finger.
She couldn’t move anything.

The pains from the memories were more than the pains she felt from the intercourse. Every single thing replayed in her head.

“Get out of my bed, Isabelle!’ Caesar growled and this time around, she tried to make an attempt.

She fisted her hands around the sheets and managed to lift herself from the bed. She was visibly shaking, her hands and legs were shaking. She felt so cold.

She felt some liquids rush down her legs from her vagina, but her mind couldn’t process what it was.

Her vision was already blur, and when she tried to take a step, she fell on the floor and passed out.
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TBC.

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