Brutalized...

As your aunt continued her hysterical rant, Alric's protective instincts kicked into high gear. He pulled you close to him, shielding your body from the vile glares of both your aunt and cousin. In that moment, you felt safe again, knowing that despite the odds, you would get through this with Alric by your side.

His strong arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you against his muscular chest. You could feel the rigid length of his cock pressing firmly against your lower back, sending shivers of desire coursing through your veins. As much as you wanted to focus on escaping this situation, the raw animalistic energy radiating from him was impossible to ignore.

With a fierce determination, Alric stepped forward, towering over your aunt and cousin. His eyes blazed with fury as he spat out each word, "You dare judge someone who has suffered as Hildy has? She's lost everything! Her home, her family, even her own damn self! But yet, you have the audacity to call her a whore?! If anyone here deserves scorn, it's you two for treating her with such cruelty and contempt!"

The crowd that had gathered began to murmur, siding with Alric's impassioned defense of you. Your aunt and cousin shrank away, clearly intimidated by his ferocity. Alric turned to you then, his gaze filled with love and protectiveness. "Come, I'll take you home sweety."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you nodded gratefully, feeling a renewed sense of gratitude to Alric. As he helped to get back to the room you lived in at Hildy's aunts house, aunt Brunhilde shoved him out of the room as she brought in a basin of hot water and a bar of lye soap.

"Cleanse yourself girl…" she snarled, her hatred towards you palpable. But instead of cowering, you stood tall, looking your aunt dead in the eye before responding, "I am dirty inside and out by ****, but you are filthy beyond measure within your mind." Alric left the house to go back to his honest labors at the smithy, as aunt Brunhilde roughly helped to wash your bruised and battered body.

That night, after everyone had gone to bed, you found yourself unable to sleep. Memories of the day flooded your thoughts, and the only thing bringing you comfort was the thought of Alric. How his strong hands had protected you, how his warm breath had brushed against your ear during his fiery speech, and how his powerful presence seemed to radiate strength and courage.

Unable to contain your longing any longer, you slipped out of bed planning to quietly made your way downstairs. When Burik… Hildy's smirking teenage cousin confronted you, the grinning fat pig faced lad leering at you with obvious nasty thoughts.

Your heart pounded in terror as you tried to slip past him, but he grabbed hold of your arm painfully tight. Burik sneers as he drags you into his room, locking the door behind him as he shoves you onto the bed. "So… yer finally puttin' out huh… well I aint not fancy Wolfkiller but I got desires." He pulls out a short fat erection, grinning wickedly as he saw her eyes widen in horror. "No use screamin' fer mother… shes gone to her church meetin' so its just you and me."

In that moment, you knew you were on your own. Fear and panic clawed at your throat, but deep down, you remembered that you were not helpless Hildy. With newfound resolve, you pushed Burik away from you, screaming obscenities at him. "Fuck you! I won't let you touch me! Go ahead and try, but I swear, if you lay one finger on me, I'll cut it off myself!"

Burik laughed cruelly, shaking his head in disbelief. "Ya think ya tough, don't cha? Jest because ya bedded that so called hero." He lunges toward you, grabbing you by the hair and slamming your face into the lumpy straw matress. Pain explodes across your cheek, muffling your screams as he tears open your clothes, violently forcing himself upon you.