Ciri entertains the men (MF, mindcontrol, anal)

Ciri watched the camp, shifting on her heels as she adjusted the tight leather pants she wore before pulling her blouse loosely closed knowing it wouldn’t stay that way long.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and it came away wet, she stared at the mess for a moment before she licked it up with her tongue. She knew it was disgusting, depraved even, she knew that these men were using her, that something wasn’t right, but she could not bring herself to care. There were seven men in this squad, seven men who needed tending too.

Booted heels hit hard rock as she made her way to the first tent.

“Fuckin’ took ya long enough,” the scarred man said as she entered the tent. He gave her a long up and down, noticing her state of disarray.

“Caleb is a selfish prick,” he muttered, “anyone else?”

Ciri shook her head, her hand coming up to her waist lingering for a moment where her dagger once rested before moving to the strap of her pants and pulling it free. The man’s eyes watched her as she unlaced her pants, shimming her hips down until they were around knees. She looked at him expectantly, submissively.

“Fuckin odd,” he said looking at Ciri’s bare cunt. “But I ain't complaining,” he stood and grabbed her by the arm pulling her closer. “not so mouthy now are yah girl,”

“No,” Ciri whispered looking up at him, his cock pressed against her belly.

“Where he take ya?”

Ciri lifted her hand up to her mouth, tracing them over her swollen lips. She could still taste him, feel him between her lips. “My mouth,” she whispered staring up at him, her hand trailed down between her legs, “then my cunt.”

“Selfish fuck,” the man repeated his hand pulling at her shirt, cupping one breast and pinching an already hard nipple until Ciri winced. “I should punish you for being such a bitch to me, would you like that?”

Ciri nodded.

He pulled her over, twisted her around then pushed her towards her bed. With her pants around her legs she struggled to stay standing.

“Only one place left to put it then,” he said with a grin as he began to undo his own trousers.

Ciri arched her back up her head twisted around to look at him as he freed his dick. She couldn’t stop her legs from parting slightly her hand tightening around the edge of his cot. He stroked himself once, his member already hard as diamonds. He pawed at the tight cheeks of her ass, squeezing the firm flesh before pulling them apart.

“You’ll get what you deserve.”

“I will,” Ciri half moaned as she felt him press himself against her asshole. Her eyes lit up with desire and she pushed back slightly forcing more pressure against her. A small pinch of pain shot up her spine as the head of his cock pushed against her opening.

His hands were heavy on her, one around her waist, the other on her ass pulling her cheeks apart.

Ciri grit her teeth in pain. “Fuck,” she cried out as he **** himself forward. “Fuck,” again as her body resisted the intrusion. Her hand shot back reaching for his thigh then against his hand as he thrust deeper.

Her ass clamped down tightly around him and she shuddered with a gasp. He spit down onto his cock, the only lubrication he would use. The first inch slipped into her and she saw stars. He was too big, she was too dry. She cried out.

“Shut your whore mouth.”

A guttural throaty moan escaped her lips as he **** the next few inches of his cock into her, the tight ring of muscles resisted, squeezing tightly around his shaft. Ciri’s eyes fluttered as more pain shot through her, but she couldn’t stop herself from pushing back against him forcing more of the man's meat into her.

She deserved this, deserved whatever he wished to take of her. Her head pounded, her cunt ached, her ass throbbed. She deserved to be punished. Why? She didn't know or care.

He sank into her fully, until his balls rested against her slit, she ground back rubbing herself against him letting out a softly whispered slutty moan and he laughed in response. His hand ran up and down her side and he urged her forward ever so slightly and she went with the motion pulling away from him

Her ass clenched onto him dragging along his shaft before she stopped then pushed back towards him forcing her body to sink down on his cock like the good little whore she was.

Hissed tight breathes escaped between clenched teeth as she began to move in earnest. Her body became numb to the pain. What was pain to her, she was trained to fight, to kill, she was made to fuck. She moved quicker, her body trembled and she let out more quick heavy gasps each time.

It felt better than good, it felt right to be fucked like this, hard and rough and raw. Her moans filled the poorly built tent matched by the dull thud of his hips slapping into the firm muscles of her ass and thighs as he fucked her. Ciri closed her eyes and chewed on her bottom trembling lip as she lost herself in the sensation of having a man take her.

Ciri could hear his muttering, his insults as he began to fuck her harder, his hands digging into the flesh of her ass spreading her cheeks apart, using her ass like his personal fuck toy. Faster he moved, driving himself into her making her cry out with every thrust. Her body burned with need. Her fingers tightly gripped the edge of his cot and it rocked with every movement threatening to send them both spilling to the ground.

“Fucking whore,” he bellowed with one final thrust before he pushed himself deeply into her and held on, frozen in place. Ciri whimpered as his body trembled inside her as he emptied his seed into her bowels. He pulled free and his cock slipped from her leaving her ass gaping.

She turned rolling onto her back then slipping down to her knees. She did not need to be told, she looked up at his disgusting sweat covered face then down at his spent cock before she slipped him into her mouth cleaning him with a pleasure filled moan.

His hand was in her hair, almost tenderly as he murmured tiredly in appreciation.

Satisfied he pushed her head away. Ciri looked down, then stood on uneasy legs and began pulling her pants back up. The man all but ignored her slipping down to his cot with a satisfied smile on his face.

She adjusted her clothes making sure she looked somewhat presentable before he left his tent without a word. He was not the only man in this camp and her night had just begun.