A closer inspection

"What do you want?" you demand of the guard blocking your way.

"You need to step aside," he responds with a devilish grin on his face. "We need to inspect what you're bringing into the city."

"I don't have anything I'm bringing in!" you protest, stomping your foot in the dirt for emphasis.

"Oh I'm not so sure about that," he retorts. The way he looks up and down your torn dress as he says this betrays the real objective of this "inspection". Two other guards join you and Louis, boxing you out from the main road. They huddle close to you and nudge you off to the side, slowly forcing you in front of the guard shack beside the town gate.

You turn all around you, trying to find a path out of this situation. Unfortunately you are completely surrounded on three sides by Louis and the guards. In a panic, you turn around to desperately find a way out only to slam breasts first into the locked door of the guard shack. The guards take the opportunity while you are momentarily stunned, the guards to your left and right taking a firm grip on your respective wrists. You give a token attempt at resistance, but you can't move your hands a single inch against either of them.

Now that they have you surrounded and restrained the guards quickly get to work. The guards on your sides take their free hands to squeeze your exposed breasts while the one behind you pulls up the bottom of your dress to begin the "inspection".

"Nothing here," the guard behind you smirks as he bunches up your dress, exposing your ass to the open air. "Wait hold on, I think we need to check closer," he adds as he takes both hands and spreads your ass cheeks. He slowly traces a finger around your exposed asshole before abruptly letting go of your ass. Much to your continued embarrassment, your lower cheeks bounce and ripple as they fall back into place. The men behind you can't help but laugh at the display, and in your immobilized state all you can do is grit your teeth and put up with it.

To your relief, the guard now pulls your dress back down. Hopefully now your unwilling exposure will be over. Just as you are letting your guard down, however, you hear a loud RRIIIIIIIIP and feel your ass again exposed to the open air. Oh no. He tore your dress.

"Oh clumsy me," he chuckles. "I really need to be more careful with this dagger." His feigned clumsiness only elicits even louder laughter from the other men. You feel him pull on the back of your dress, and with another loud RRRIIIIIIIIIP, the entire bottom half tears clean off. You gasp and look down to see the damage. Falling slowly to the ground is the entire skirt of your dress, leaving everything below your hips exposed. Both of the guards massaging your breasts begin pinching your nipples now to add an extra insult to your plight. With your dress providing this little protection now, it might as well not cover anything at all.

"Well, we needed to inspect here anyway," the guard nonchalantly muses. He pushes the backs of his hands against your inner thighs, prompting you to spread your legs. You comply, not wanting to anger him in your current compromised situation. He pushes lightly on the small of your back, forcing you to bend over slightly, sticking your ass out for him and revealing your virginity. You stubbornly stifle a response as he spreads your lower lips with his thumbs, revealing your most private place out here in the open. As he traces a finger up and down your folds, a whimper escapes your lips. To torment you even more, each of your nipples gets a firm twist in unison. The sudden action makes you jump a little, your breasts jiggling in your tormenters' hands.

"Have to check here for contriband," the guard behind you sneers as he pushes an exploratory finger inside you. The intrusion makes you moan aloud, no longer able to hold yourself back against the pleasure. Your reaction only prompts him to continue further, sticking most of his finger in before slowly withdrawing.

When he finally fully removes his digit you take a deep breath, expecting this ordeal to be over. Instead of releasing your spread lips, however, he gives your exposed clit a sudden pinch. The unexpected sensation takes your weary body over the top, making your thighs quiver and your core tense up in a **** orgasm. You drool a little as your jaw goes slack. Your hips buck and your nipples, still being pinched and squeezed between the guards' rough fingers, feel like they're on fire. Much to your dismay, you even lose control of your bladder for a moment, letting a weak stream dribble onto the ground and the torn portion of your dress now in a heap around you.

Only after you completely finish riding through your climax do the guards let go of your wrists. You look over your shoulder at the lecherous guards and Louis, wondering if your little show is enough for them to let you continue into the city.