Ciri wakes up weak, , and agreeable. (MF, , , bondage)

Ciri’s eyes fluttered then shot open wide in surprise. She looked around frantically, trying to get her bearings.

The three men were no longer holding her. Instead, they surrounded her, watching her, letting her lie there breathing shallow breaths on the narrow bed. Ciri became aware that saliva was drooling from the corner of her mouth and down the side of her chin. She stared up at the ceiling, seemingly transfixed on the shadows dancing across the ceiling.

“W-what...” Ciri gasped, swallowing hard, "What did you give me?" With great effort, her fingers shakily found her lips. They were still numb.

“Freya’s gift,” Erik told her.

“Your lucky Bjorn here studied to be a druid or this might have gone much differently,” Asger said before throwing another log onto the fire.

“It will keep you warm, numb, and...“ Bjorn stopped, smiling. “More agreeable,” He finished.

Ciri felt hands on her shoulders, slipping down her shirt, then lightly touching her breasts and cupping them gently. Soon they were pulled free from her bra. Ciri gasped as a rough, calloused finger rubbed up against her exposed nipple.

Ciri's eyes rolled in the back of her head and she tried to pull away. She was so tired, so warm.

“I know..." Ciri paused as a soft moan escaped her lips. The hands squeezed her flesh. She tried to focus and pull the hands off her body but her own limbs felt so weak,

"I know Crach an Craite... he’ll have your head for this,” She warned breathlessly.

“Do you now? And who are we?" Asger replied, shaking his head. His hands traced Ciri's torso down her flat toned stomach. "Skellige is a mighty large place with a thousand islands. Who's head would he take? Besides, with Freya's Gift, by the time we are finished with you you'll be begging us for more.” Asger's hands began to undo the laces on Ciri's pants.

Ciri gasped as the room spun faster. She felt her trousers loosen and the large man's large hands slip between her legs. A single rough finger slid across her slit before finding the bundle of nerves and teasingly tracing a trail around it.

Ciri closed her eyes. Her hips moved ever so slightly upwards into his hand, increasing the contact. She groaned and clenched her jaw, unwilling to believe her body was betraying her so easily.

Fighting herself, she jerked back and away. The sudden movement made her head spin. The young monster hunter tried to shake herself out whatever haze they had put her under only to find her vision fading.

"No, no," Ciri moaned as she felt her hold on consciousness slip. She moaned again as she felt a thick finger enter her right as she passed out.

~

Half-conscious, Ciri let out a soft moan as she felt hands cup her breasts. More hands pulled her shirt and bra off. She felt yet more hands undo her belt, the metal clanging as it hit the floor. The leather corset she wore around her waist went next. Her hips were lifted as her pants were peeled off, leaving her naked and bare. She could feel their hands run up and down her body. The warmth of the fire melting off whatever dampness was left from her dip in the cold Skellige ocean.

Ciri's eyes fluttered open and she watched with bated breath as one of the men (she couldn't make who out) disrobed. Another caught her attention beside her as he bent down and kissed her neck, then her collar bone, then finally his lips closed over her nipple as he sucked on the bud of flesh.

She could still taste the root in her mouth and the bitter aftertaste numbed her senses.

Whoever it was left her nipple and kissed down her stomach, taking time to lick her navel before going lower still.

"Don't," Ciri muttered, unsure if she had even made a sound. She was unsure if she could even make a sound at all until she felt hot breath on her sex. A tongue darted out and traced over Ciri's clit, making her gasp. She knew she had made a sound then because all three of the men chuckled.

"Boil the rest of the it," Someone (she thought it was Bjorn) said. Ciri watched as one of the men threw a wad of whatever they had shoved in her mouth into a pot over the fire.

~

Ciri's eyes rolled back as she sucked in a breath of air. It was Asger going down on her and his hands were both firmly cupping her breasts as his tongue worked wonders between her legs. As much as she tried to fight it, her body was already quickly warming to his touch.

"Shh, little girl," Asger spoke as he pulled away from her flesh. He grabbed the large mug Bjorn was holding out for him and took a large gulp of the hastily brewed tea, then looked down at where Ciri was lying. Her eyes were wide and shocked, staring up at him. He tipped the cup, pouring the liquid down over her chest, before he bent down and began licking it up. He groped her right breast roughly with one hand as he devoured the other with his mouth, rolling her nipple between his tongue before nipping at it. Ciri cried out in passion.

Asger shoved himself between her legs, forcing Ciri to spread for him. His stiff cock bobbed between their bodies, rubbing against her legs and stomach. Every time it touched her thigh, it sent a shiver up her spine.

Ciri knew that he was going fuck her, defile her, take her against her will and there was nothing she could do: all her training, all her gifts, and she couldn't stop it. All three of them were going to use her like a common whore.

And the worst part was that she couldn't wait for it to happen.

Asger moved up and pressed himself against her, the head of his cock running clumsily down her slit. He reached down between their bodies and grasped himself tightly. He rubbed himself against her, teasing her. Asger smiled at the clash of emotions that crossed Ciri's face.

Ciri pinched her eyes closed and hissed out a warm breath through clenched teeth. He was going to fuck her. She knew she needed to stop this but she could barely stop herself from thrusting her hips up when his meaty cock **** itself inside her.

"Gods," Ciri moaned, her eyes going wide. She reached up and pushed on Asger's shoulders, trying to push him away, but he was too strong and she was too dazed. She reared back and hit him with a clenched fist across the jaw as hard as she could. It was enough to twist his head sideways but he simply turned back and grinned at her.

"You like it rough, do ya?" He spat. He leaned into her and the first inch of his thick cock forcefully penetrated her body.

Ciri hissed out a sharp breath and closed her eyes.

"That's it, Girl," Asger taunted. Again he pushed forward, slipping deeper inside her. "Tell me how much you like it." Another thrust forward and Ciri cried out. Her legs spread and her highs lifted. Soon she found herself squeezing her legs tightly around Asger's waist.

Asger pulled back, then thrust himself fully into her. Ciri screamed in both pleasure and pain, arched her back off the bed, twisted her head and cried out again. Asger pulled out slowly, Ciri's soaking wet cunt gripped him tightly all the way, before thrusting forward again. Ciri's hips slowly rolled into his, increasing the sensation between them. Asger pushed back in, throwing his body into hers, crushing his hips against hers.

He wasted no time now and began to roughly fuck Ciri. Again and again, he pounded into her with strong powerful movements. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled Ciri's ears as Asger began fucking her harder and harder.

Ciri whimpered and struggled weakly against him, her breasts crushed against his wide chest, her hips rolling against his, pushing his cock even deeper inside her body.

This wasn't supposed to happen. Not like this.

Ciri couldn't stop herself from moaning as his body rubbed against her own. She wasn't in control. She was his. She couldn't stop this.

Asger's much larger body completely covered hers, his head pressed against the side of hers. His harsh loud grunting and his warm bitter breath blasted into Ciri's. His hips moved like a rabbit's, in and out, driving his hard shaft in and out of Ciri's aching cunt.

"Oh gods," Ciri moaned, her eyes darting around the room as if she was trying to find a way out. The heat in her belly was intensifying with every stroke. Faster and faster Asger moved, relentlessly pounding into Ciri's much smaller body. His hand was wrapped around her throat, pinning her body to the bed.

"Unngh. Uhhh!" Ciri eyes went wide in shock and she cried out as sparks shot up her spine. Her stomach clenched tightly and her thighs squeezed Asger as hard as she could. She couldn't breathe, couldn’t blink, couldn't think as an intense wave of pleasure shot through her.

"Gods, fuck!" Ciri cried out. She then let out a **** sob as her body rocked with pleasure. Disgust and despair washed over as she realized how strongly she cumming. She couldn't believe how amazing it felt and how wrong it was.

"Mmhhh!" Ciri moaned and finally Asger slowed his pace until he was slowly grinding into her.

Asger pulled back then slipped his cock free of her aching cunt. Ciri's own juices dripped from her, and small trembles still coursed up and down her sweat-soaked skin. Ciri closed her eyes and sucked in lungfuls of air as she tried to re-center herself and regain control of her inflamed body. Then she heard it.

"Get the rope."

'Rope?' Ciri thought as she opened her eyes . She sat up when she realized no one was holding her down, but Asger immediately grabbed onto her shoulders and pushed her back down. She grunted as she landed hard against the bed. The wood frame creaked under the stress.

She twisted and twirled, feeling stronger than she had in hours "Hurry up," Asger grunted before he managed to flipped Ciri onto her stomach and sat on her lower back, pinning her to the bed. "And get more tea," Asger added.

"Here," Someone responded.

Ciri felt the coarse fibers of rope wrap around one her arms. There was a tug and her arm was pulled behind her back.

"I'll kill you for this," Ciri warned but the only response was a laugh. Before she knew it, both arms were secured tightly behind her with the rope. Asger sat up and rolled Ciri onto her back.

The Witcheress lied there, glaring at the 3 men who now all stood towering over her, their clothes all removed, their cocks dangling proudly between their legs.

Bjorn had a mug in his hand and he took a sip before kneeling down before Ciri. Forcing her to sit up, Bjorn brought the mug to Ciri's lips but she twisted away.

"Drink," Bjorn warned. "It's better than the alternative."

"You don't want another scar on that pretty face, do you?" Asger threatened.