A druidess is born

I could hear their screams, but I wasnt thinking about that. I had blood in my hands. I killed that man. I tried to forget his face, what he did to me, but I couldnt. I tried to say it was justified vengence, but I still felt guilty. I sough succor in the sky, and found that same Owl, perched over a building. It was staring deeply at me, waiting.

I was scared, I didnt know what it was waiting for. I felt rough hands grabbing my arm, shoving my protective father back to the wailing crowd. I was tossed like a grainbag, to the waiting arms of another bandit. This one also stank, of sweat and mead. I slapped his face hard, and I could hear others laughing. "It is always the sweet, innocent looking one" someone said. My tormentor seemed to find it funny, took his knife out. I waited for a moment to see if that same killer instinct would take over, but it didnt. They manhandled me, Cut my dress to ribbons. My eyes went up and the Owl was still there. Watching.

I was held by two men, one in each arm. My body was struggling, but they were too strong, too many. I was a coersed animal. There was someone behind me, caressing my back, my ass. Appraising his prey. I closed my eyes and saw my victims eyes, accusing. It was my just punishment, I had no right to struggle. "So... just decided to accept it? we will be gentle, if you behave"

There was nothing gentle about what came next. The man behind me raised my ass, exposing my pussy. His hands caressed my hump, and I gulped silence. And then, I screamed. His dick was pounding inside me, my innocence dripping to the ground. He wouldnt stop, I couldnt make him stop, nature was taking its inevitable course. The souring pain was still there, but there was so much more. My body was on fire, estimulated in new, impossible ways. I didnt try to deny it, wicked punishment for a killer. The hurt was spreading like wildfire, threatening to consume my entire body. There were hands in my breasts, and if i wasnt restrained I knew I would be caressing my assailant. I exploded first, but he wasnt far behind me. "Hell, this wench is quite something".

It wasnt a short explosion. My first orgasm lasted, my quirm pleading for more, and filled to the brim. My entire strenght drained as my last scream marked just the middle of my trip. The men let me go, and I collapsed to the ground. There was no shame, nor sadness. I felt true, and angry. My eyes saw the Owl again, and I stared back. I smiled, and it flew away.

I was right next to my shabbled clothes, and I saw that flute again. A rough man took my face, his manhood dangling between his legs. "my flute" I asked him. He seemed to find it amusing, and let me scurry for the instrument, enjoying the show my dripping cunt gave him. The blood in my hands, as soon as i touched the wood I saw small twigs grow from it. I brough it to my lips, and a new song came from the depths of my souls.

This was a dark song, violent and cleaning. Almost as soon as I started playing, the first drops of the storm started to fall. I tried to scream, and a thunder stuck one of the houses. It wasnt merely raining, it was pouring. The sudden viollence of the tempest caught raider and villagers by surprise. Everyone forgot me, the raiders scurried with their plunder, the villagers tried to look for cover. My father may have screamed my name, but I never heard him. And when it was over, I was also gone.