“Please, we grew up together! I know your sisters!”

They cared little as they surrounded her. And so she lamented and gave in, hoping to bewitch them while their guard’s were down. Kenneth the Sly gave a spry smile and mounted her, while the other two held down her legs and arms (CMB 10, 25 vs CMD 12). She manages to kick Hunter in the groin (1 dmg, 11/12 Hunter), hexing him into seduction through pain (nat 1 vs 14).

“Fuck fuck fuck,” he says, letting go of his grip to merely caress the foot which just assaulted him. Kenneth only saw her before him, and he reveled in the change in power. His lanky frame was always repulsive to Havilah, she would not give him any attention. Try and try, neither Tomas, Hunter, Kenneth could win the beau. But war was brewing with Molthune, best to take the best spoils. With that freedom, he expressed his dominance over her, no longer would she deny him. He would wrack her body with the **** of himself slamming into her lithe frame. He moved as though he has stuck her with a dagger and now wiggled it throughout her flesh. Consumed by the pain of this ****, Havilah tried to scream, but Tomas clamped down with an old cloth recently dipped in mud. It clogged her mouth and choked her as the sludgey mud mixed with the sweat from the Sly as he relentlessly slammed into her (nat 1 Havilah -1 STR).

After he finished inside of her, she takes a bit of relief in knowing that she bled only days ago. But fear was instilled in her again when Tomas took his turn, laughing and giggling while holding a dagger against her breasts. Dragging the knife to her collarbones and slicing the straps holding her nightgown together. At one point he threatened to slice her nipple off, but rescinded after he expelled himself into her (CHA 4 vs 1 WIS, -1WIS). Hunter happily sexed her, all the while keeping her soles on his tounge (18 CHA vs 1 WIS, -1 DEX). When he could he would put her whole foot in his mouth then hang on by the toes. The other two were rather taken aback, and their eventual exit was filled in an awkward silence.

Lying on the forst floor, with cuts on her abdomen and arm, along with her dress ruined, and her womanhood violated. She was leaking their fluids and felt used. After she regained her strength, she headed back inside. There she cleaned up how she could and fell asleep on the floor. When she woke, she pushed it from herself, holding her emotions close to the chest.