A/N: If you recognize it, it isn't mine.
My First Death #1
December 21, 1624
Sex, a most basic urge of all animals - humans included, I bring this up because after the deaths of my family, I found myself in need of shelter and funds. Having been trained to use sex I quickly ran through my options. Street whores don't last very long, so that left me with the brothels but what kind of brothel? After visiting several, I settled on a brothel that specialized in BDSM because thanks to my family I now enjoyed pain. That being said you wouldn't believe that it would lead to my first death…
It was a cold winter's night with snow blanketing the forest when my Master's carriage was set upon by bandits. He had recently acquired me from the brothel I was working at and was in the process of training me in what he wanted done to him during a carriage ride. When suddenly, the carriage came to a complete stop! My Master was yelling up to the driver when the door to the carriage was jerked open and a man with a pistol told us to get out (Remember musket not modern). I had a hard time getting out of the carriage as my hands were bound behind my back.
After the bandits had stripped my Master, his men, and the carriage of everything of value they were shot. I knew what the bandits were going to do to me the minute they saw female flesh. They raped me. There were four of them. My naked body was pinned to the cold, hard ground by one of the men. He sat on my chest pinning me by my shoulders as he jerked his breeches open, shoving his hard cock into my mouth while pulling my head back. He fucked my mouth while two of the others pulled my legs apart, so that the last of them could get easy entrance into me. Thankfully I was still wet from servicing by my master so it didn't hurt too much when the leader of the bandits rammed his cock into cunt. They took turns on me...always two at a time, sometimes three. At one point I was on my hands and knees with a cock in my cunt, one in my mouth, and the third in my ass.
When they were through with me, the leader of the bandits stroked my thigh like he was getting ready for another round when I felt something sharp plunge deep into my thigh slicing through my muscle. I felt the pain and the blood start to pour from my thigh. I looked up at the bandits shocked not believing what they had just done. They just laughed at me while I tried to staunch the flow of blood. With the blood rapidly flowing from my body with each breath, the bandits gathered up their ill gotten gains and left. My sight grew dim as I felt the life leave my body.