Near the secret entrance to the great vault of the Slane Theocracy, where even the Cardinals cannot enter alone without an escort, Zesshi greeted the captain of the Black Scripture with a bored face.
"I heard the team returned empty-handed. Did you not find the Catastrophe Dragon Lord?"
"No. It's likely it was not revived in the first place." The captain, being polite as always, kept everything professional with Zesshi.
"Thousand Leagues has never been wrong before. Is she losing her edge?"
"She still predicts a strong possibility. We have not done anything yet to alter that future. The time of the event is uncertain, though."
Zesshi puts away her Rubik's Cube with only one side completed. "What about the Sunlight Scripture? Are they still loyal?"
"Without a doubt, in my opinion. They were recalled from the Draconic Kingdom. An inquisition was completed. All the surviving scripture members vouched for Nigun. The 7th seat also confirmed that the knights were not around Nigun or any of the mages before they lost two of their members. Everyone was satisfied with the investigation. The Dragon Queen was not happy though."
"Of course she isn't."
"There's more. She lost all but one of the members of her kingdom's only Adamantite Adventurer team to some beastmen trap. She protested loudly when the Sunlight Scripture was also leaving."
"Hoh… The beastmen can use traps now?" Zesshi was amused.
"To call it a trap is putting it loosely. The Adamantite team's leader, Cerebrate, wanted to one-up the Sunlight Scripture by raiding a beastmen camp. Anyone with enough sense should know an enemy camp pitched so closely to the city walls is out of place."
"Couldn't they resurrect them?"
"Nope. They don't have anyone capable of that as far as we know."
"They could ask the Re-Estize Kingdom for help, to lend them Blue Rose. They brought Gazef back."
"Maybe, but Cerebrate was the main reason his team was Adamantite level. His dead teammates may not be that important. About Gazef, I don't think it was the Blue Rose that resurrected him. There is another strong possibility. One of the civilians that accompanied him to E-Rantel was a strong divine magic caster. There are stories of her using powerful resurrecting magic several times in a day."
"Hold on, could she be the possibility for the Catastrophe Dragon Lord's revival?"
"People do not give you enough credit for being so smart. The Cardinals were kicking themselves for not connecting the dots sooner."
"What do they plan to do about this?"
"The Clearwater Scripture has already infiltrated E-Rantel. They were planning to nab her, but something happened that made them consider other options."
"Surely a Scripture trained for infiltration would have no problem subduing a magic caster? What happened?"
"Before I tell you that, let me ask you something: how much do you know about Ijaniya?"
Head butler Benedict himself brought Ariel's breakfast to her quarters today. There were no others with him except two maids carrying the tray and a pitcher of strawberry lemonade, as requested by Ariel from before. They waited patiently at a respectable distance for Ariel to finish her food.
"Lady Ariel, the other butlers have informed me of your wish for a longer stay. Does that mean you have accepted the mayor's proposal?" Benedict asked as one of the maids topped off her drink.
"Mostly. There are details I want to discuss before anything is decided. When can I meet the mayor?"
"You may tell me your counter-offer now if you'd like. I can let mayor Panasolei know what you wish for. He is very generous, so don't hold back."
"It's nothing too outrageous. First, I want to make it clear that I owe no allegiance to him or any part of the Re-Estize government and I am free to leave at any time. I grew up in the wild. I don't like to be controlled by any duty I wasn't born into. I also want the right to refuse service to anyone that I don't like, or provide service to anyone I want."
"These are mostly reasonable. As long as it does not constitute as an act against the state, you may do whatever you want." Benedict waved the maids away after they cleaned everything up.
"That should be it for now. Can I let you know if I come up with something else?"
"Of course. I will be in my office downstairs most time of the day. A servant will be there with emergency message scrolls if I'm away."
Ariel wondered around the mansion after she was left alone. Maids stopped what they were doing and bowed when she passed by. The butler trainees were helping tending the garden, or getting trained by the head butler on doing butler things, like folding napkins into animal shapes or setting the tables.
She found some maids that didn't look too busy, and asked them about brothels in the city.
"Ah, lady Ariel is curious about the ways between the man and the woman. You can ask any of the maids here directly. No need to hide anything. We are all mature and highly trained professionals. Although I recommend discussing these things in private, away from snoopy ears."
"Eh? What?"
Ariel just wanted to learn about brothels so it can help her find Tuare. She thought a maid would be the most appropriate source when discussing a potential racy subject.
"I'm sure any young man who laid his eyes upon you would be enticed by your charms. There is even a painting of yourself. It should have arrived at your room about now."
"A painting?" Ariel turned and walked briskly towards her quarters. A maid and a couple of butlers were just coming out the door. The maid bowed. The butlers placed their right hands over their chests and dipped their heads. Ariel sensed the eyes of the butlers lingering on her body, giving her a subtle sweep.
She ignored them and went inside. Against the wall adjacent to a window, sits a large painting of herself. It's so big, it reached her neck from the floor. Ariel felt her metaphorical jaw dropping down.
'What is this? I never posed for a painting like that!'
The girl on the painting looks graceful, dainty, nothing like the tomboy Ariel has been acting most of the time. She wears a delicate white shirt with bright green little flowers sparsely decorating the neckline and sleeves, along with a creamy green skirt. Her hair let down, some of it braided at the corners, flowing slightly to some unseen breeze. A thin circlet made of green leaves and small flowers sits on her head. She held a small white rose at full bloom to her chest with one hand, while raising a white silvery staff with a blue gem in front of her. She faced slightly towards one side, with only one foot on the ground, seemingly skipping backward while trying to cast some spell. Her gaze is gentle and slightly downcast. The entire thing is a picture of innocence.
'I will admit the quality is not bad. All the proportions are correct. I do remember some men in the Middle Ages had paintings of themselves shown around, as a way of presenting themselves as potential suitors. Some even painted a bulge at their crouch area to showcase their virility. Don't know if the women did something similar.'
Once Ariel took another look after stepping back a little bit, the painting of herself looked more feminine. There was not any one place shown in a vulgar way, but everything goes together to present the form of a fertile young woman just starting to develop. They were subtle. Some slight creases at the chest, a tiny, rounded edge at the hip, the arching of her supporting foot, and the bottom of the skirt raised just enough to show a part of an athletic calf.
'Don't tell me, that's what the maids were doing! They were creating a photographic memory of my naked body when bathing me, so they could get an accurate physical description for the painter!'
Ariel burst out of her room and asked around what the painting was for. The maids told her it was for commemorating her status as the head healer sanctioned by the government. There are also other works of art being worked on or considered, sort of like a way to advertise her heroism and power. There are hints of placing a statue of herself somewhere in the city.
'Great, so much for being discreet. I wanted my exact description to be vague, so the public will fill in the blanks with their imagination. It would have been useful in creating a legend.'
Ariel still wants to travel the land in her default form without being swarmed like a celebrity. She can still change her appearance and remain at level 100 as long as she doesn't change her racial or job classes, but she's grown to like her default form. She only left enough detail in Tira's semantic memory to sow fear amongst her enemies. There was no way she would reveal her true nature to anyone unless absolutely necessary. She may have to disappear one day if the world turns on her.
She strolled in the garden, hoping the fresh scenery will clear her mind. One of the butlers came out the back door and noted her tense demeanor.
"Good morning, lady Ariel. Some adventurers you might know are here to request your audience. It seemed important. But I will tell them to come another day if you are not up to it."
It was Swords of Darkness, here to deliver a request from the Adventurer's Guild. Several iron ranked adventurers were killed by a bandit group called Death Spreading Brigade. There was only one survivor. She also needs healing, and the Guild does not provide it for free. A large party consisted of several adventurer teams including Swords of Darkness were dispatched to rescue the teams sent before them. Most of the bandits got away through a secret passage in their cave.
Several Days Ago: (Warning: Stroke Story)
Brita's adventurer team moved slowly in a tight formation as they approached the bandits guarding the cave entrance. They were investigating a large group of former soldiers attacking caravans near E-Rantel.
The arcane magic caster gave the signal, and the ranger shot one of the bandits behind the barrier. The other bandit ducked behind the barrier and rang the bell to alert the people inside. That was the plan. Brita was with the first group to scout and lure the bandit into a trap that was prepared by the second group. They charged forward, killing the remaining guard, then ran away as soon as they saw the rest of the bandits coming out of the cave.
Everything was going smoothly. The bandits too enraged and over-confident in their numbers to stop their pursuit. They ran into the traps. Several bandits in the front fell into pits filled with spikes. The ones in the back were shot by arrows fired from the trees. The adventurers threw a couple of miniature bombs before jumping in to engage in melee. The bandits had the greater number, starting at around 70 people, now down to less than 60. But the adventurers had better teamwork, and they were not confused.
It looked like they were going to win, until a blue-haired swordsman came out of the trees' shadows, slaying two warriors from the adventurer team in quick succession.
"Brain! Finally, we are saved! Get behind him, men! We will not let these filthy adventurers get away with killing our comrades!" Said the leader of the bandit group.
Brita's teammates were cut down one after another. They couldn't stop the swordsman no matter what they did. Their formation collapsed. Their supporting members tried to run but were chased down and killed by the bandits who knew the woods well. Brita fought with Brain and was disarmed easily. He went easy on her, saying something about not hitting women or some other nonsense. The same couldn't be said about the other bandits, who surrounded her from all sides.
The bandits brought Brita back to their cave, along with all the valuables they collected from the battlefield. They stripped her and bound her to a crudely made pillory. It was made of some sticks of different heights. Brita's legs were spread wide and tied to two short posts at the lower legs, lowering her body closer to the ground. She was bent with her arms tied horizontally to t-posts beside her.
The bandits were very mad about so many of their comrades being killed in the ambush, despite killing their ambushers and gaining all the spoils. The leader wanted to calm their rage and restore their morale. He stood behind Brita who was shivering slightly in the cold. He admired her body. Being a warrior of some experience, Brita's body is toned. There is not a bit of extra fat anywhere, unlike the other female captives.
"One for each of our brothers killed by you people!"
The leader took off his leather belt, and smacked Brita across her butt cheeks.
"UGRR!" Brita was surprised by the first strike. She didn't know what the leader was talking about at first. She held back her screams after that. It wouldn't do to look weak in front of the people who killed her friends. Only sharp breaths and some occasional small grunts accompanied the spanking.
The leader finished spanking Brita's ass into a deep red color. Sweat dripped down the sides of her face. She was breathing rapidly. Her back a sheen of sweat reflecting the torch lights.
"You, go untie one of the girls who can still walk and bring her here." The bandit leader said to one of his men.
Brita saw a naked woman in the corner of her eye. She was too tired to turn her head. Her body bent low with her facing the ground. Some sweat rolled into her eyes and it stung.
"Get her wet and ready for us. Do it well and you will be spared for one day and fed properly."
The female captive tentatively approached Brita's back, then hesitated.
"Hurry up, whore!" The leader kicked her in the back of her leg, bringing her to her knees. He swung the belt against her back, knocking her down. Before he could take another swing, the woman quickly got back up on her knees, grabbed Brita's thighs, and planted her mouth on her pussy.
"Errm?!" Brita was surprised by another sensation. The woman dug her tongue into Brita's vagina and moved it rapidly. She could not get away. Her legs and arms were bound securely, keeping her in her pose.
The bandits watched on with interest. The other female captives they had were weak. They cried and begged until they were too weak or scared. Then they became comatose and boring. They wanted to see how it's like to make a young female adventurer into a woman. Brita was bound in an extremely provocative way, showing all her naked glory to the men. They circled around her and watched patiently.
The woman ministering Brita changed up her technique. She swiped Brita's pussy lips with her entire tongue then inserted just the tip and wiggled side to side, teasing her. She did this several times, then nibbed on Brita's clit with her teeth gently, bringing a sharp intake of breath from her. Brita held the breath at the end, then exhaled with a small grunt. The woman then wiggled the top of her tongue against Brita's clit while kneading her hips. The bandits could see Brita's breathing start to pick up again. Her breaths getting deeper. Her belly undulating slowly. Her small abs rippled with visible muscles when tightened.
It went on for several minutes. The woman too afraid to move from her spot. Brita's breasts were left untouched. Her nipples stiff partially from the cold. The only heat source coming from her crotch, spreading to her legs and core. Her feet unconsciously pushed against the ground, trying to move the rest of her body by instinct.
She was close now. The woman behind her inserted a finger into Brita. The tightness cut off some of the circulation. Brita never had anything in there before. She was too busy finding work and feeding herself. No wealthy single man would give her the time of day. She never wore make-up on her tanned face and kept her hair short, the opposite of what an ideal woman would be for typical rich men.
The leader pulled the woman's head back and flung her away from the bound Brita. He invited Brain to go first, but he declined. It has always been like this. Brain dedicated as much of his time and energy on training with the sword as possible. He refused to bed with any of the female captives. It was not done out of any moral reasons.
Brita almost cursed for being left hanging by a thread. She felt like she was on the verge of something pleasurable, but prevented from going any further. The leader got behind her and lowered his pants. He stroked Brita's tight ass, which squirmed around seductively as she tried to bring herself off, before she caught herself.
The leader put some type of herbal ointment on his dick. It acted as a sort of stimulant. It was used with the other women when they stopped reacting. He spread Brita's pussy lips with his thumbs, and pushed the tip of his rigid cock against the opening.
The sensation brought Brita closer to reality somewhat. She knew what was likely to happen as they carried her into the cave. She considered begging, but that would hurt her pride as a warrior. Plus, it wouldn't change anything anyway. The only thing she has control over for now is trying to be quiet, to not give the bandits a sense of triumph. She would not moan like a harlot, she told herself, or cry like a baby. She has experienced worse things and came out on top. The few scars on her exposed body testify to that.
The bandit held onto her hips, pushed the head of his cock forward a little, then with a long continuous motion, bottomed out into Brita's hole until his pubes were against her ass cheeks. Brita gave a short but very audible grunt. She felt one little sharp pain, then she cummed at the moment of weakness. She tried hard to control it, to keep her body still as to not show what had happened. But it was obvious to the person violating her. The inner walls of her vagina gripped his cock with pulsing sensations. He could feel a rapid heartbeat through their connection. The people close to her could see her trembling.
The bandit pulled back almost all the way out, then rammed forward all the way, knocking some wind out of Brita and pushing her forward. He continued to go back and forth at full length, speeding up gradually. Brita was pushed against her bindings. The wooden stakes gave slightly with each push before returning, making Brita's body bouncing back against her rapist, accelerating their fucking. It looked very erotic to the onlookers.
"Unh. Haa... Hmm!"
She huffed and puffed. The stimulant taking its effect. Her pussy walls felt hot and chilly. Every time the bandit thrust forward, she felt like an itch inside her being scratched. Her juices squished out, creating wet slapping noises as the man crashed into her.
Brita was still not finished cumming. Her attempt at controlling her orgasm prolonged it instead of letting it release all at once. Another one started to come before the previous one ended. Her breathing was loud enough for everyone to hear. She tried to control that too. It resulted in feminine grunts because of the non-stop pounding.
The bandit gripped her ass tightly, moving his dick around when it was all the way in, probing every inch of her inside that could be reached. He smacked on her ass cheeks to get more reactions out of her. Brita gave agonized grunts when she couldn't hold her voice back. Her ass cheeks were so sore from the beating, it burned when the bandit hit them.
He gripped her waist this time, increasing his pounding to a blinding speed. He was almost done. Brita's head lolled back and forth with the pounding. She gave up trying to keep her head still because her neck was sore. Sweat rained onto the ground below her face.
"Hmph! Hmph! Hmph!"
Brita held her breath trying to prevent any ungraceful sound from coming out. The last few thrusts were the most powerful, knocking against Brita's inside, almost opening up new territory. She felt something warm spreading inside her. The bandit pulled out with a plop. Brita exhaled a shaky breath. Her whole body glistening. Her pussy lips didn't close completely. Some semen oozed out and dripped on the ground.
The bandit leader walked around to Brita's front, holding his pants with one hand and lift her head by her hair with the other.
"Clean this up, whore."
"I… I will bite it off!"
"Better not. We will hurt the other women if I even feel your teeth. Aren't you an adventurer? You are supposed to protect them, not cause them more pain."
Brita grit her teeth, then relaxed and opened her mouth wide.
"Stick out your tongue. Don't tell me you don't know how to do this properly."
Brita licked the sticky shaft, then accepted it into her mouth. She sucked and swirled her tongue against the underside of his dick. She was not innocent in the information department. Other low-ranked adventurers were quite descriptive in their tavern talks.
"Mph! Ghurpff!"
The semi-erect cock shoved against Brita's throat. She licked and sucked as fast as she could, afraid of the loss of air supply. She pushed the tip of her tongue against the pee hole trying to keep it back, but it only made the cock become larger and harder. The bandit grabbed the t-posts securing her arms and started face-fucking her.
"Urrppp! Grrpphh! Hurrphh!"
Her hands opened and closed as her instinct told her to break free. She wanted to tell the bandit to slow down, but her words were all turned into slobbery chokes and grunts. The bandit felt a rush dominating the bitch in front of the crowd. Bound securely, she has nowhere to go but to accept his brutal thrusts.
He braced against the wooden posts and put more force and speed behind his thrusts. Brita felt her throat being rubbed raw. Her eyes teared up from the gag reflex. Snot shot out of her nose when she coughed, then it was pushed back into her mouth by the expanding cock. She unconsciously squirmed her body around as she fought for relief. The crowd drank in the erotic scene and can't wait to jump onto the inviting flesh.
The bandit leader shoved as deep as he could at last and held it there. Her nose in his pubes. He pumped his seed into Brita's gullet. Her body convulsed from the lack of oxygen, adding to the bandit's pleasure. She was also trying her hardest to keep her teeth away by opening her jaws wide, tightening her throat in the process.
The cock was pulled out of Brita's mouth. She dropped her head and heaved, sucking in mouthfuls of air. She sounded like she just ran a marathon. She moaned softly as she tried to control her breathing. The bandit leader wiped his dick on Brita's hair, then fixed his pants, leaving her gasping and spluttering.
"Yes, that is good. Can't believe you were a virgin. Were you using your mouth all this time to save your other hole? Alright, boys, you know the drill. Do it like always when we need to break in a new wench. But DO NOT damage her too badly. She is a rare find. Let's get the most out of her as we can."
The bandits cheered and formed up a line. Sounds of disrobing and pants unfastening could be heard throughout the cave's main area.
The bandit leader stepped aside to watch the fun. Brita was trying hard to swallow the remnants down her throat. She didn't want to anger the bandits by spitting them out, lest they take it out on her or any of the other women. She hoped she was strong enough to endure what's to come. Someone from her team might have survived and on his way for reinforcements. She must do whatever she can to keep herself and the others alive for the rescue.
By the time the sun came up, Brita was almost delirious. They poured cold water on her several times to keep her active. Brita felt like she drank gallons of jism. She never knew her anus could be stretched so wide without tearing. She could not get used to the anal fucking even after several times. The pain made her shudder and freeze still, afraid of any extra movement making the pain worse.
The bandits were impressed by her stamina. Her body always reacted positively to their poundings, and kept on reacting. Something inside her has woken up to the stimulations and it made her function as nature intended. Some of the bandits who couldn't wait slapped her sweaty back and fondled her hanging tits. Brita didn't know what to think with her body overloaded with different kinds of sensations, from pleasure inside her pussy, pain in her anus, to the choking of her throat. She learned to breath quickly with her nose to not suffocate, and to relax her anus and just accept whatever was pumping in and out of it.
She was past the point of keeping quiet and maintaining her dignity. At least she didn't scream her head off. Not that she could, with the constant supply of dicks plunging into her throat. There were just too many customers wanting to sample all her holes. The ones who finished earlier would get hard again from watching her getting ravaged by the others. A small puddle of cum formed on the ground below her head. A much bigger one was on the ground between her feet.
The bandit leader went back and used her again after only a few bandits had their turns. He seemed to want to lead by example by coming up with new ways to stimulate Brita. What a great leader, Brita thought ironically. He must really care about his men.
Some of the bandits took the hint and tried to out-perform one another, trying to get different reactions out of the tied-up girl. They played with her by bouncing her back and forth between two rapists, almost like a reverse tug-of-war. Some would time their ejaculations at the same time, see who would shoot out the most. There were a few really big and beefy guys that pounded Brita so hard, the sticks in her bindings were being bent back and forth with the movements. Her feet would have been left off the ground if it weren't for the bindings. She felt she was about to pass out from their size and strength.
The rape paused at midday. The rapists ate and gave Brita none. They only fed her water mixed with herbal birth control from time to time. The only food she would be getting is their semen. Brita didn't feel too bad about it when she smelled the food. She has eaten more disgusting things before in order to survive.
After letting her rest a while being tied up to a bed, the bandits wanted to try something else. They tied her wrists together and hung her up from the cave's ceiling. Someone lit a small fire behind Brita. The heat was not enough to injure her, but it was really painful. Brita kicked up her legs trying to get further away from the fire.
A buff bandit wearing only shoes walked up to Brita. He caught her relatively small leg with his large hand, then did the same with her other leg. He raised them higher as he walked forward, pressing her legs against his body. Then his hands let go.
Brita panicked as she was dropping back down closer to the fire. She swung her legs up again trying to get away. It was harder this time because she didn't want to kick the bandit. He just stood there with his arms crossed.
As Brita's abs were getting sore, and her backside felt like it was melting, the buff bandit hooked his hands underneath Brita's knees and placed her legs against his waist. Brita finally understood what he wanted to do. Or more specifically, what he wanted her to do.
She moved her legs and dug her heels against the bandit's back, trying to bring him closer. He grabbed her hips and guided his thick cock into Brita's reluctant cunt. Brita grunted and moaned pitifully as her vaginal walls were stretched by its wide girth. She couldn't relax her pussy because she was trying to hold on to the brutish man. The bandit let go of his hands. Brita tightened her legs to not let go. He was too wide for her to wrap her legs around.
"If you satisfy me, the fire will be put out." Said the man in front of her in a deep voice.
Brita started gyrating. She was still getting used to his size. Her abs were still sore. A less athletic person would be cramping right about now, but she can do this. Brita flexed her hip muscles, moving her body as one, undulating like a wave. She grunted from the exertion.
She was no longer being baked by the fire in this position, which she was thankful for. Her male partner ran his hands lightly along her sides, not enough to lift any of her weight. His large hands were enough to completely encircle Brita's thin waist.
He stroked her tits, rolling her nipples between his fingers. Brita redoubled her efforts trying to bring the man off. Her whole body was tired. She wanted to thrust out her tits more, to offer them to the man. Whatever helps, she would do it if it's within her capacity. She came once, but the man is still hard. She continued to hump him despite the sensitive state of her cunt.
Brita grunted and whined through her teeth. She felt herself slowing down from exhaustion. She tried rotating her hips, swirling the fat rigid cock inside herself. Her leg muscles tense. The sweat on her skin made it easier for the man to slide his hands all over her, but also made her slipping.
There was less and less movements coming from Brita. Besides being tired, she was afraid of losing her hold and fall off. She focused moving her inner muscles, forcing her vagina to tighten. She used muscles she didn't know she had. Her short breath rasped; her hair stuck to her face with sweat. Her cunt walls going overdrive from the multiple orgasm and continued exertion.
The buff bandit suddenly grabbed her hips and pushed her legs with his body up against herself. Her feet were pushed near her head, folding her nearly in two. He gripped her hips tightly and jackhammered her. Her feet bouncing against his shoulders. Her ass cheeks smacked against him rapidly in loud "SLAP! SLAP!" sounds.
Brita shirked. The bandit's fat cock reached deeper in her bent state, banging against her cervix. He gave one final push and held it there, spraying his cum directly into Brita's womb. Brita came again from the force. Her abs cramping, but she didn't care. It was the best feeling in a long time.
The bandit dropped Brita's body, leaving her hanging limply and twitching occasionally from the aftereffects. He grabbed a bucket of water and splashed it against Brita's back, also putting out the fire. After her body was dried, she was carried away and tied to a bed, where she slept soundly.
During the few days of captivity, Brita was kept in the common area most of the time, so that more than one person can keep an eye on her. Some liked to test her warrior's endurance, by making her stand feet wide apart and hands behind her head. Her tits thrust out invitingly in this position. They put a bowl of water on her head, and told her she could drink it if she stayed still enough to not spill it. They fingered her, messaged her, spanked her backside lightly. The most challenging part for her was when someone swung a thin stick side to side between her legs, hitting her sensitive inner thighs rapidly. It made her squeal cutely as she tried to stay still. Brita failed several times, mostly from cumming too hard.
They dressed her up with clothes looted from caravans. This was more embarrassing for Brita than being naked. She wore thigh-high stockings with heeled sandals. A tight corset left her firm breasts and midsection exposed. People would pinch her ass and fondle her tits as she walked by. Some bent her against a cave wall, kicked her feet apart and took her from behind. They used the corset like a harness.
Some would take her two at once. She complied and climbed onto the first bandit briskly, wrapping her arms and legs around him. She bit her lip and lowered herself onto him, then relaxed her anus and waited for the second bandit. Her ass cheeks was spread open before another cocked was forced up inside her. What little voice she failed to keep back was clearly heard by her rapists. They pumped her suspended body furiously to the amusement of others. She tried to hide her face behind the first bandit's head, until they started biting, sucking and licking on her sensitive neck, bringing out little mewing noises.
Whatever the bandits wanted, Brita gave without resistance. But she kept it all business-like. She put no more passion into it than what the bandits forced out of her, only doing her part diligently.
She stumbled in her heels as she carried supplies and performed other errands under watchful eyes. It didn't take long for her to learn to walk properly, which caused her to roll her hips sensually.
When there were a few more successful robberies, the bandits celebrated by making Brita and the other women put up a show for them naked. Brita learned new things she can do with women that she didn't think was possible. They did 69, scissoring, and numerous other debaucheries for the bandits' entertainment.
Everyone put in their best effort with promises of punishment and reward as encouragement. All the women including Brita raced to bring one another to a cum. The winner gets fed some decent food. The losers were spanked and ass-fucked. The bandits preferred to have Brita lose most of all. They signaled the other women to gang up on her and hold down her limbs with her facing up. The women attacked her vulnerable pussy and licked her body expertly.
Brita was not mad at the other women. She was willing to take all the punishment for them if she could, but it was still embarrassing to convulse and squirt like a mad woman with the bandits watch. She talked to the other women in secret, encouraging them to not give up. Little did she know, most of them were glad she was there to divert the bandits' attention from themselves. They watched in relief as the tied-up Brita was spanked and ass-fucked at the same time. Her asshole twitched painfully around the invading cock each time the thin leather strap hit her back.
When the rescue party finally arrived, they ran for their lives, leaving Brita behind to distract the bandits. Brita jogged awkwardly over the uneven ground in her lewd outfit. The bandits tried to use her as a hostage to buy time. She broke free but was cut up badly in some places.
She was brought back to the Adventurer's Guild, where Nfirea fixed her wounds with herbal medicine to an acceptable degree. Ariel arrived some times later to heal her and some other adventurers fully. She widened her eyes a little as she tended to Brita.
'Whoa! What did you go through, girl? I need to know the details.' Ariel's perverted side was taking over again.
Brita looked at her healer as she got better. Her body was fine again. Even her old scars were gone. She thought Ariel looked precious. She met her once when she healed her after the undead attack. There were still some good things in this world, Brita thought. She didn't know what she would do after this. But one thing she knew for sure: she didn't want to be an adventurer anymore.