All too soon, the door banged open to admit Benin again.
"Hello Linny, did you have a good night's sleep?" He asked, knowing all too well she was forced to keep awake on the horse.
"Slept like a baby," she croaked.
"Yes, yes, that's good." He replied distractedly, staring thoughtfully at her breasts. "My boys have brought something to my attention last night, Linny. They say that perhaps this sort of pain isn't the type to break a Warden like you. What do you think?"
"I…"
"Oh but dear girl, you must be exhausted. Shall we let you down so you get a chance to rest your legs?"
A guard moved behind her and loosened the chain hoisting the collar up. She collapsed, her full weight finally being pressed down against the horse and she very nearly did scream, the edge cutting into her most sensitive flesh. And she fell off the hateful wooden horse, thumping onto the filthy floor like a sack. The cool stone felt unbelievably soothing against her abused skin, and she lay on her side with her hands still tied behind her back. Not even an army of darkspawn could motivate her to budge an inch.
"Tired?" Benin smirked, and Solona cracked an eye open to glare at him.
"Don't worry Linny. I'll move you if you don't want to yourself." He shrugged, unperturbed. He squatted down, the motion possible because he wasn't wearing any armor today, she noticed. Then he grabbed her by the hips and lifted up, forcing her onto her knees with her cheek pressed against the floor. She twisted, trying to escape his clutches but he pulled on her until her ass pointed up. His gaze bore into her, obliterating any illusion of privacy she might have clung to.
"Stay." He said, after he finished inspecting her.
Solona kicked out with her leg, intending to catch his jaw. But the hours spent on the horse had spent her muscles, and Benin easily caught her foot before she could land a blow.
"Linny, Linny. Didn't we discuss ground rules already?" He sighed, disappointment coloring his voice.
"I don't remember using my magic," she shot back. Solona didn't like how drained she sounded.
"I really thought you were smarter than this. What could you possibly achieve by attacking me?" He mused, forcing her leg back into place as he wanted. His hands dug into her hips, keeping her immobile.
"My… personal satisfaction?" She suggested.
"You brought this on yourself, Linny." He murmured, and he sounded truly sorry. Solona swallowed with some difficulty, and tested the ropes binding her hands behind her back.
"Hey you, bring that over here."
"Yesser," a guard trotted over, and Solona twisted around to see what he'd brought.
"He said, stay!" Stars danced in her eyes as someone stomped on her head, slamming her onto the stone. Trapped by pairs of hands keeping her immobile, all she could do was strain to hear what Benin was up to.
Before long, a familiar sound of a blade being unsheathed echoed in the room.
"It's a decent blade," Benin muttered.
Did he mean to execute her? No, she didn't think he would. At least not yet.
"Ready?" He didn't wait for her answer – and she bit back a scream as something unyielding breached her down there, spreading her brutalized flesh apart.
Tears of humiliation burned hot, each drop leaving a wet trail behind. Her exhausted mind and body could not comprehend the violence he inflicted on her, and clung to a semblance of notion that perhaps what he's doing was a widespread practice for the prisoners and she's simply unaware.
"Maker, you should see yourself Linny." He whispered, almost reverent. "You look magnificent."
Strangled cry echoed against the walls and Solona wasn't quite sure if it was her or Alistair who made the sound. It must have been Alistair, because someone muttered, "maybe he feels like he's the one fucking her?"
With that Solona knew what filled her abused sex. A polished red steel scabbard, gleaming in the dim light. Long and straight edges gracefully narrowing to a tapered end, housing Duncan's longsword they'd recovered from Ostagar. Bearing the lasting traces of Duncan's rough hands, it was the sole keepsake Alistair treasured of the man.
She writhed against the pressure, screaming herself hoarse as she tried to crawl off it but couldn't. Benin fucked her relentlessly with it, and it was too big, too filling for her to slip away. He laughed with maniacal glee as she sobbed, each sharp jab seeming to bring him physical pleasure. Strong pairs of hands never let up and unable to escape from the endless strokes rubbing against her insides, Solona shrieked against forced orgasm inching closer. Few fingers fondled against her bundle of nerves, and few more pinched the peak of her breasts, and Duncan's scabbard filled her to the brim.
Benin stopped when she was a hair's breadth away from tipping over the edge, panting himself hoarse, his cock straining against his trousers. She wept in silence, trembling as much as the iron grips holding her in place allowed.
"What a waste it is to fill you up with something like this." He growled, tossing Duncan's precious scabbard away.
"Sit her on the cradle." Benin commanded and she was once again hauled up, the motions around her all a blur. She vaguely felt her legs wrenched open wide, as wide as they could go, ropes stretched to keep her spread. Her hateful collar stayed tight around her throat as she was transferred over, and more ropes were fastened around her body to hang her above the Maferath's cradle.
Benin's rough pair of hands grasped her buttocks already slick with herself, and Solona felt him spreading her ass cheeks to expose her once more.
"Lower her." He growled, and she felt it.
The sharp pyramid tip nudged against her tight ring of muscle initially, but they continued to lower her and her weight pressed down upon it, stretching her ass open onto the pyramid. She cried, whimpering as her ass was forced apart, ripping and tearing to accommodate the wooden intrusion.
Zevran had shown her how pleasurable it could be to take an attentive lover with her ass, both Zevran and Alistair spending hours, days to familiarize her to them. But the cradle was merciless in its entry, brutally skewering her.
"You're looking divine." Benin breathed, mesmerized by the sight.
For once she couldn't move her tongue to make a witty reply, and Benin smiled wider. He stepped closer to her, his bare hands grabbing firmly onto her breasts. He weighed each of them in his hands, and started to knead them slowly. He squeezed just hard enough to be painful, massaging them and rolling her nipples between tight pinches. His devilish green eyes watched for every tremor, didn't miss even the tiniest shift in her expression.
"How do you feel Linny? As good as how you look?" He asked, and Solona heard the low chuckles from other torturers. What a sight she must be, spread open by the cradle while he fondled her breasts. With her cunt fucked open by her deceased senior officer's sheathe. Abused by Duncan's trace in this world while Alistair watched. She croaked, her arid throat unable to even make whimpering noises.
"So as I was saying earlier, my boys thought a more… personal approach would help. Now we weren't sure if you'd been trained in that hole yet," He said, his right hand traveling down low to unclasp the buckle of his trouser, while his remaining one still tugged and rolled her sensitive flesh.
"So we will stretch it open – and while we wait, we'll play with your other hole."
She trembled, shaking her restraints in a feeble attempt to twist away from the man. But Benin came closer with his fully hard cock held in his hand.
"I'm sure this is not your first time to service a Templar. But Cullen and Knight-Commander would have been merciful. I follow the will of the Maker, Linny. Expect nothing from me, but the punishment you deserve for your sins."
And he forced it in. The pain of being simply taken ripped through her anew as Benin slammed his way in, settling deep inside her before drawing out, and slamming in again.
"Maker's balls, you're a good fuck." He breathed, closing his eyes.
Solona howled. Her hoarse throat released the scratchy, agonized wail she couldn't recognize as her own, and she wrenched at the ropes keeping her spread open for him, strained at the bindings keeping her hands useless, twisted, trembled, and screamed as Benin widened her passage with sheer force of his pounding strokes. But Solona did not cast. She clamped down on her magic just like she did her muscles, refusing to let out any of her boiling magic. She couldn't, not with Alistair so close by.
"Andraste's tits, would'ja lookit that. The whoreson's finally shut 'is trap!"
Through the tears and the devastating agony she shuddered through, Solona realized the guard was right. Alistair had gone completely, horribly silent. She peeked through her tears, hoping that he was alright.
"Maybe he's screwed little Linny before?" Benin wondered, searching her eyes. He found what he was looking for.
"Tut, tut, Linny. What a loose whore you'd been. You must be punished further." He said, suddenly withdrawing from her. Her cunt felt strangely empty, the hot pulsating pain lingering despite his withdrawal.
"Turn her around so she can face him." Benin ordered.
"No, no… Benin, no." She whimpered, but the men moved fluid around her. They turned her around, the pyramid tearing her ass anew as she was spun while impaled on the wooden thing, and she screamed again, and again.
And then she was facing Alistair.
His knuckles were white as he gripped the bars, his face dead and cold. Rage and hatred had sculpted his features into an icy mask, one she's never seen on him before. Shame and guilt clawed into her for forcing Alistair to see her so, spread open for another man's pleasure with her ass stretched out by a wooden pyramid.
"I'm sorry," she cried softly. He did not respond.
"Linny, Linny," Benin sighed.
"This will not do. The Chantry was clear on the regulations against Mages spawning more of its demonic magic blood. If you would allow yourself to be waylaid by the temptations of pleasure, then I will ensure that you will taste it from me, and with it the proper punishment for submitting."
He stroked her cunt with gentle fingers, slick with pleasure and blood mixing together.
"Now Linny, I want you to service me, and feel pleasure from it. You shall be my pet, hmm?" He tugged on her collar.
She spat, not willing to grace such words with an answer.
"If not, I could make that manwhore suffer what you've endured, or worse. We could cut off a few toes, pull out a few nails and teeth. Castrate him even, perhaps. He is, after all, only a spare."
Solona trembled, her jaws clenched so tight it hurt, and Alistair's blazing eyes spoke of the fury that boiled the blood in their veins. But she could not ever allow such horrors to be inflicted upon him, not when it was within her power to avert such fate.
"Please… allow me to serve you, Ser Bennin." She bit out through ground teeth, hatred dripping from every word.
"Good girl." He smiled, pushing his fingers inside her. There was triumphant victory in his eyes as he swirled around inside her, rubbing against her walls and stretching her, preparing her for him once more even if it was a little late. His callused fingers expertly massaged her sex, swirled around to bring arousal over the tearing pain to the front of her mind.
After a few gentle rubs he pushed his way back in, with far less resistance than before. Benin wasn't as large as Alistair was, she realized. A small mercy, but Solona took whatever she could get. Benin wasn't as skilled as Zevran was either. But he was a Templar, and Templars had their renowned stamina even if it was not comparable to that of a Grey Warden's. He set a steady pace, fully intending to enjoy himself.
"If you do not come before me, I will place him on the racks." Benin mused idly.
Fine then. Solona opened her eyes, and Alistair readily filled her vision. His strawberry-blond hair was tousled, his face frozen with white-hot rage.
"I'm so sorry, Alistair." She cried. How could he ever forgive her what she was about to do? But even if he looked to her with disgust, she didn't want Alistair to come to any harm.
So she tried to remember the time she and Alistair had played… rough, with Zevran's help. It'd done wonders to shake off their stress, and she'd enjoyed immensely. Thinking back, the pain in her taut ass, the endless crashing of Benin's cock began to meld with the pleasure she shared with her lovers. Her cunt was soaked by her forced pleasure already, and her voiced turned from pained gasps to breathy moans. She always did love having Alistair inside her. Her eyes locked onto his furious ones, despising herself as she delved deeper into this horrid pleasure, moaning and writhing, dripping wet while Alistair, her love, watched her servicing another man.
Whistles rang out from the watching guards, most of them already stroking themselves as they watched.
"Lookit, whore's actually enjoying herself. Who'd've thought, eh?"
"She's a fucking Mage, them's all sluts."
More chuckled, cocks jutting out, pre-come dripping from their heads as they greedily drank in the sight of her.
"Ser, might we lean her back? Put 'er mouth to a better use?" Someone asked and Benin jerked his head in assent, not bothering with a verbal permission. He rammed in to her again and again, seeking his release.
The ropes creaked as the guards readjusted them, and soon she found that her torso was slowly being lowered. The additional slack drove the cradle deeper into her ass and she moaned and bucked before the rope around her waist steadied her in the air.
"Now give it 'ere, whore." Someone muttered, and suddenly she was choking. Someone shoved his cock in her throat, filling her deep until she couldn't breathe. She felt it pulsing in her throat, and she trembled, gagging on the filthy stench and salty taste of sweat. She resisted, as instinct demanded.
Sensations erupted on her nipples as someone cracked their whip against her breasts, and she clenched down tight with her muscles as well as her magic. She heard a low fuck! as Benin breathed, cock rammed in deep inside her throbbing, aching cunt.
"Struggle, and remember yer whoreson is gonna git it."
Solona relaxed instantly, slackening her jaws and opening her throat to accommodate the man. Her mouth was strained wide open, her tears pooling and falling as she wrestled against the cock stuffed down her throat.
"Good girl," the guard mimicked Benin.
The man fucked her mouth with fervor, slamming in and out while others watched the two rape her willing flesh.
Some whipped her if she slowed down in servicing with her mouth, others slapped her already-reddened skin. Until she felt the cock bulging in her throat, and the man slammed in, coming in thick spurts straight down her throat. He held her head in a crushing grip and Solona chocked, refusing to swallow his seed. Feeble resistance, but it was the most she could manage.
The man panted, withdrawing his softening shaft from her mouth and slapped her cheek. "Who's next?"
"I am," another took the first's place, and once again a cock was forced into her mouth. She licked and sucked, remembering all that Zevran's taught her to please Alistair and himself. Judging by the guttural groans they weren't disappointed.
Stuttering jerks between her legs forced her to turn her attention to Benin, and she noticed tremors in his body, his rhythmic thrusts growing sharper and more desperate.
Maker, she prayed, please let her come before he did. She moaned and whined, thinking of Alistair's fingers teasing her for hours in their bedrolls, of Zevran's skilled tongue driving her over the brink. She needed to come before Benin did.
"Please… Maker, please let me come…" she pleaded, her voice muffled by the cock thrusting in and out of her mouth.
"Ha, she wants to come! Lads, should we let her?"
"Aye, let her come. Dozens more after that too! She'll learn the agony of her orgasms, aye she will." Others chortled.
She heard it before she felt it. The creak of the ropes being loosened, the whistle of a whip splitting air. Solona screamed, writhing as her ass slid further down the pyramid in time with the whip lashing on her nipples, just as Benin crashed his cock inside her, filling her completely. She writhed and twisted, her muscles clenching around the massive wood inside her ass, around the iron shaft inside her cunt, her orgasm tearing through her with frightful strength. She was being torn in half, every nerve in her body set alight with exotic blend of pain and pleasure. Cruel laughs sounded as she suffered through the waves of her orgasm, again and again, crying and whimpering, moaning and pleading.
With powerful short strokes Benin found his release inside her, his thick spurts of seed feeling treacherously warm within. He panted and laid his weight on her, his unwelcome pressure further driving her down onto the cradle.
"Good girl, Linny. Good girl," he whispered as his breathing returned to normal.
"Guess the manwhore's safe this round hmm?" Someone muttered.
"Now, what do we say after such a nice treat?" Benin cooed.
"Say your prayers?" Solona hissed.
"Wha-"
"Alistair!" She screamed, the noise tearing out of her lungs. Immediately, she could see Alistair diving for the farthest possible corner of the cell away from her.
"You-"
Solona exploded, magic thundering through her crackling skin. Benin flew off her body like a pebble, smashing against a stone wall. Men shrieked, howls of pain silenced abruptly by twisted necks, scorched out lungs. The entire torture wing shuddered and creaked under the immense pressure of her magic. Within seconds the room lay in ruin, most things within crushed to dust. Including that rack.
"Sol!" Alistair clanged against the bent cell bars, squinting.
"Alistair, are you hurt?" She coughed.
"No, Sol. That bastard blocked most of the direct blast towards me, and I cast Cleanse. You need to get off that thing. They must have reinforced the cell bars – I still can't get free!"
Gasping for air thick with dust, Solona tore her arms free from the frayed bindings. Her arms screamed as her shoulders finally relaxed into place. Bending over, Solona gripped her shoulders and forced breaths into her lungs, until the clawing pain dulled to insistent needle pricks. Bracing her hands on the pyramid, she pushed herself up off the Maferath's Cradle. Her arms shook with exhaustion and her legs hung limp by her sides, but within minutes she freed herself and tumbled onto the ground.
"Sol?" Alistair's desperate cry echoed.
"I'm fine,"
Or, as fine as she could be.
Her ass felt too loose, and her every muscle shrieked in protest at being bound for so long. There was come dripping from her cunt, leaving creamy white trails down her thighs. All her torn wounds were left to air, the constant sting a reminder of the shameful display she'd shown for Alistair.
She shuddered to her knees, limbs as week as newborn fawn's. Unable to find her feet she crawled towards Alistair's cell. Already, she could hear the distant calling of alarms ringing.
"Sol, oh Sol."
She pointed towards the lock and blasted it with a lightning bolt, sapping away all her remaining mana. Black smoke rose high into the room, hiding them from view.
"One more time, Sol. It's almost-"
Solona screamed as piercing pain slammed into her gut, sending her tumbling. Sprawled on the cold stone, someone stepped on her head and pressed.
"Linny," Benin's voice growled.
Sudden clangs of metal hitting metal split the air, insistent, pounding, screaming – and in that splitting noise Benin threatened to spill her brain onto the ground.
"Did you enjoy yourself, Linny? Tell me."
"Yes, Knight-Corporal." She replied, grinning despite his foot crushing her head. He was bloody and torn, having received the brunt of her attack while he lay on top. A fraction of second too late with his Cleansing, and he would have been pathetic ground meat. Such a shame.
"I bloody enjoyed it, immensely."
A savage blow took him clean off the ground, as Alistair appeared out of nowhere with fury alive in his eyes. Dazed, Solona watched the man sail across the air with faint satisfaction. It almost seemed poetic somehow.
"Sol, we need to move now. Grab on to me." Without waiting for her response he shouldered her dead weight and lifted.
"I think I hit my head," she mumbled. The world looked so very strange… layer after layer overlapping where only one world should have been.
"I know, Sol. Just hold on. We just got to get out of here. We'll find our gears, dismember these bastards, and return to slit Anora's throat in no time."
"Is this the part where I tell you to leave me behind? My legs won't carry my weight anymore, my head is spinning, I'll be nothing but a burden on you…"
"Sol, I am not-"
"I know."
She felt the grip tighten on he, and saw his jaw clenched tight as he hurried toward the door.
"Sol-"
Alistair lurched forward, clutching her tight as he fell. Her hazy eyes saw the blurry lines of Maker-damned Benin standing over them with Duncan's scabbard.
"Linny, Linny, did you think I'd let you go so easily?" He panted, dragging her out of Alistair's arms. She kicked at his hands, weak but trying.
"The guards are already on their way. Can't you hear them Linny? Their footsteps. That wasn't very smart of you."
"Get! Off!" She shouted, dragging up her depleted mana. Desperate tugs at her magic only made him laugh even more.
"In here!"
"Ser, are you alright? What- Maker, ser, you're injured!"
"Get off her!" Alistair roared, ignoring the guards pouring in as he launched himself at Benin. His bloody fist cracked against his skull, satisfying crunch reverberating. Benin reeled back and screamed, lashing out with the scabbard.
"Get him!"
"Don't you touch her!"
Five guards piled upon each other to subdue him, smashing a pommel into his temple to daze Alistair before forcing him to kneel in front of her, his hands bound behind his back. Solona looked up dazed to see blood dripping from his mangled fist, where he'd busted his hand open on breaking open the lock.
"I am going to kill you!" Benin screeched, stumbling towards him with a dagger.
"Benin, stop!" Solona screamed.
Miraculously, he did stop. He whipped around, frenzied eyes focusing onto her.
"Linny, ah Linny. Almost forgot you, didn't I? Forgive me, really…"
"Ser, you must get treated-"
"Silence!" He roared, making the guards flinch.
"Now, we were playing a game, weren't we Linny? Where were we? Ah, yes. Now I remember. Did you like having me fuck your cunt in front of your lover? Did you get wetter, knowing he was watching you? Your drenched, sopping cunt being ploughed by me while he saw every stroke of my cock thrusting in you?"
She glared up at the man, who pointedly pressed the blade closer to Alistair's throat. Solona clenched her teeth so hard that it hurt, before settling her gaze on the floor.
"Yes, Knight-Corporal." She hissed.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I loved servicing the Sers in front of my lover." She spat.
"Good girl, Linny. But it's not fair to him if only you get to enjoy. You must learn to share."
"Now, suck him." Benin ordered. Dumbfounded, Solona looked up at the man, but he did not budge. The guards around them looked as surprised as she was, but the man did not budge. Lowering the dagger, he cut off Alistair's smalls as they'd done to hers and freed his manhood.
"Go on," Benin smiled.
Solona hesitated, but with even her magic taken away she had little choice but to lean and take him in her mouth as she often did. She heard a low hiss as Alistair felt her wet mouth, and she licked up his shaft, swirled her tongue over the head, and sucked. Alistair was larger than any men here, but she was more accustomed to him. Soon she coaxed Alistair to his full length, his impressive size sheathed inside her mouth. In the background, few lighted the candles to shine light onto them.
The intrusion came without warning. She felt the strong fingers grip her hips, and in one savage stroke someone pounded into her ass. She howled, her sounds muffled by Alistair being drove down her throat as someone laid claim to her anal passage. It was a punishing pace they set, with each slap of wet flesh burning her sensitized skin, obscene noise smacking with every thrust as she swayed with the rhythm. Her tears rolled down her cheeks, and the one raping her ass gripped her hair and pulled while Benin kept her leash short.
"Now, now. We know your ass was prepared for this. Don't make a fuss, Linny." Benin sounded bored, and yet furious.
"And… manwhore? If you come in her throat, I'll put her back on the Maferath's cradle, and lower her twice as much."
She felt him stiffen, felt an angry growl rumbling in his body. She wanted to tell him it was okay, that she'll be fine, but with him inside her mouth she couldn't tell him anything.
And so, the nightmare continued with Alistair panting and growling, straining against her mouth with an effort to keep himself from his release, while the men took turns holding down Alistair or raping her ass. Each torturer spilled their seed inside her, holding themselves in until they were absolutely certain they were completely spent. She hadn't realized just how impressive Alistair's Warden stamina was, until the last of the men fucked her ass and withdrew. Their spunk spilled out of her fucked-open hole, and Solona collapsed, unseeing, unfeeling on to the floor.
Somewhere above her Benin's voice echoed.
"Stubborn bastard. I must admit I'm impressed."
Solona gasped, gripping at Alistair's knee with all her remaining meager strength. If Alistair was to make a smart comment…
But she needn't have worried. Alistair was beyond the capacity to jibe, to provoke Benin – she almost didn't recognize him. Corrosive hatred clung to him, his teeth clenched tight, eyes alight with fury. She was relieved, and yet feared for him all the same.
Benin kicked him over, forcing Alistair down on the ground. He rubbed Alistair's face against the stone floor, in the wet puddle of her ecstasy, and semen which'd been poured inside her, leaked out of her fucked open ass.
"Rut, you mongrel. Rut like a dog and I'll allow her to stay off the horse until you come." Benin snarled, slamming his head against the floor again.
"No!" She croaked, the most she could manage. "Don't…"
"Do it!" Benin shouted, and to her horror Alistair began to thrust his hips. It couldn't have been pleasurable, the rough rocks painful to his over-sensitized cock. She choked back her sobs, pleading for him to stop, for Benin to play with her instead. But Alistair continued to shake his hips, his cock smeared by their seed on the floor as he rubbed himself in the aftermath of her rape.
She wept, until Benin finally turned his attention back onto her.
"Pretty little Linny, why do you cry?" He asked, once again concern thick in his voice.
"Leave him be!"
"Are you sad that I won't play with you? Don't be said, Linny. I have something special planned for you."
"Benin, let him stop." She wheezed.
"That'd be Knight-Corporal, Linny." He growled, pulling her up by her hair again.
"You must learn to pay for your mistakes. I won't let that mongrel stop rutting until you service the men here." He threw her towards the guards standing nearby, some looking uncertain, others looking delighted as their bloody officer offered them a treat.
She looked to her love still rutting on the floor. Alistair was gritting his teeth, watching her with eyes overflowing with malevolence. But he did not stop rutting, despite his bulging red-purple cock being rubbed raw, and Solona steeled herself.
"Anybody who's worth his salt will fuck her!" Thundering cheer rose up, and before Solona could so much as yelp too many hands were on her. She felt rough fingers pinching, grabbing, pulling, tugging, and her cunt was so wet from earlier, so sopping wet she felt humiliation burn at the tips of her ears.
A cock slammed its way inside her, but she found herself unable to even wonder just who was buried inside her.
"Shake yer arse, slut." The man slurred, and shit did. She fucked herself up on his cock, forcing herself up and down his shaft the best she could by thrusting her hips.
"Cunt's as lose as two-copper whore." The man complained, and Solona wanted to snort, to laugh at the absurdity of it. She couldn't care less about how the assault on her felt for them.
"Just gotta make 'er tight." Someone muttered, and Solona felt heavy pressure on her back. Broad head nudged at her other entrance, hands spreading her out, and another cock pushed its way inside her, fucking her deep. She gasped as it entered inside her, the engorged cock stretching her out inside.
"Maker's balls, that fuckin' feels fantastic." Someone mumbled. It might have been the short stubby man. She couldn't tell.
Pierced both in her cunt and her ass, Solona couldn't stop the shuddering orgasm which exploded in her core, couldn't stop moaning out as the guards pinched her bruised nipples, slapped her reddened buttocks, and slapped her face. They tugged on her collar until she was low enough to suck on a cock as well. They pounded inside her, one cock always followed by another, endless stream of men raping her every hole, in her throat, in her throbbing cunt, in her aching ass. They forced her through shattering, agonizing orgasms one after another, each one bringing humiliation as hard as the cock ploughing her.
Their laughter and taunts of her taking pleasure tore at her, made each time she come more explosive than the last. She wept and moaned with every breath she could spare.
Eventually, Benin's harsh voice cut through the endless repetition of her rape.
"Linny, look over here a moment," he said, and Solona did her best to twist her head to look from the entangled mess of flesh.
Thank the Maker, Benin had let him stop rutting on the floor. Alistair was once again kneeling on the floor, his sizeable manhood jutting up and weeping pre-come with one guard who's already finished with her gripping his bound hands. She nearly winced at how red it had gotten, knew he must have been feeling as raw as she felt. Benin wrapped his hand around the thick shaft, giving it a squeeze. Alistair shuddered involuntarily, taking in a sharp breath.
"Looks like your whoreson is getting off on watching you." Benin laughed, giving another stroke.
"You like it when your whore's getting fucked by others? Do you sell her out to others, give them free reign?" He continued, chuckling as he stroked and pumped Alistair. Alistair's breathing turned harsh, panting, straining against the rough hand gripping him tight. Benin motioned for more oil, and poured generous amount onto his hands.
"How many men has she taken so far? How many times did they plough her holes? Have you been counting? I lost it around eight." He spoke, rubbing the slick over his fingers.
"You like others taking her, like the bitch she is?" He rubbed his fingers against Alistair's ass, slowly enough for Solona to watch with growing horror. She nearly forgot the others raping her in the moment, watching Benin slide three thick fingers inside Alistair's ass.
He finger-fucked him, and she saw Alistair trying to resist, trying to stop himself from coming. But there was a limit to even a Warden's stamina, and she saw he was losing the battle after hours of sexual abuse. Alistair was stretched open, must feeling the simmering burn she felt herself deep inside her. From the way his cock twitched, Benin must have been hitting that spot, where Zevran had taught him the first time they'd been intimate together.
Solona felt herself clenching up, readying to come yet again, to burst as her captors fucked mindless into her holes, and Alistair grunted, shuddered as his eyes locked with hers. He saw her undeniable arousal there, along with shame and pain.
Benin pounded his fingers into Alistair's ass, fucking his ass deep and hard, and he laughed at them both.
"Come whoreson. While you watch your wench get screwed by countless others. There's no denying you take pleasure in watching her rape."
Alistair threw his head back, growling as thick spurts of come exploded from his cock. She watched him shudder and tremble, Benin's rough hands squeezing out the last of his seed from the pulsing shaft. Watching him come so hard, Solona felt her own orgasm approaching once more, her core flaring up hot, sweat pouring down her back. She screamed through the climax, exhausted.
The last of the cocks pulled out from her, and darkness claimed her once more.
