Entertaining the Boys Part One

“Aaaaaaaa~❤” The voice of the young woman with Ungonius floated out of his tent.

“At it again, eh?” Herne gave his rotten grin. He spat onto the ground and swept his oily blond hair out of his face. “The boss can really keep on goin’.”

“Selfish bastard is keepin’ ‘er all to himself.” Goran replied. Due to an injury he received a while ago the urkan’s lower lip was twisted and scarred making him drool constantly.

“You seen the other one? Kazo’s pick. Hot little blond number.” Jellik licked his thin lips and grinned, “Can’t be long till they let us have a go at that delightful morsel.”

“Not likely. Ain’t allowed to hav’ a piece of the wenches in the last town. Not anything goin’ to change this time.” Goran grumbled, he stretched his mouth to dispel the pain of his old wound and rubbed his scar with a meaty finger.

“Listen gents.” Jellik leaned in conspiratorially, “ I happen to know a quiet little place where we could take that little bit of blond. Have ourselves a good time and return her before any soul knows.”

“Keep talking.” Goran replied, clearly interested.

After Jellik laid out his idea the three bandits sauntered casually over to where Serepia was being kept. The woman was blindfolded and chained to a bench off to the side of Ungonius’s tent.

“W-who goes there?” Serepia asked, “If you know what’s good for you, you will let me go.”

The bandits chuckled and pulled Serepia to her feet.

“Where are you taking me?” Her movements were still affected by herb and she moved sluggishly as they took her through the camp.

They received odd looks from many of the other bandits but the three of them tried their best to act casual. Like this was an order from Ungonius.

They reached the tent that Jellik told them about. Herne opened the flap and the other two escorted Serepia within.

The tent contained a number of chests and crates. Ungonius was explicitly clear to the men that they were not to touch them. The bandits all thought it was just loot that Ungonius was keeping for himself but with how generous he was with what they received from the villages, they didn’t mind him keeping something extra for himself.

They dumped Serepia on a wooden stool that sat in the middle of the room next to a table.

The three bandits then proceeded to crow and dance around the ex-adventurer as she struggled to stay in the chair. Herne ripped the blindfold off her and brought his gap tooth grinning face right up to Serepia’s

“Y-you won’t get away with this.” Serepia slurred as she stared into the filthy bandit’s face. Hate in her eyes.

“Looks like the kaputi drink is starting to lose its hold of her.” Jellik laughed, “Should give her a fresh drink.”

He hefted a clay jug containing the contaminated water from the table with one hand while with his other he grabbed a handful of Serepia’s hair pulling her head back.

“Open up!”

The bandits laughed as Jellik poured the contents of the jug into Serepia’s mouth. The water came in too fast for her to swallow and she sputtered and coughed as it poured over her face and soaked into her clothes.

“That’s it! Get yer fill of that.” Herne leaned in close to Serepia’s face. She could smell the foul rot in his mouth as he laughed openly at her.

The herb worked fast and before long she was back under its control, swaying glassy eyed. The three bandits looked at each other in anticipation.

Jellik was the first to act, taking Serepia’s hand pulling her up against his body. He was already hard and he rubbed the tumescent bulge in his trousers against Serepia robed thigh excitedly.

“You like that, don’t you wench?”

He leant in and kissed her full on the mouth. His lips moving like he was trying to take her whole face into his mouth. Serepia stood passively as Jellik made out with her, mouth slightly agape. Herne came up behind Serepia and slid his hands under her arms and around to the front. He cupped her breasts through her robe.

“Nice little handful.” He grinned squeezing Serepia’s boobs.

“Mmmm.” Serepia moaned into Jellik’s mouth at Herne's ministrations.

“Get ‘er clothes off, so we can really enjoy her.” Goran growled impatient for his chance with Serepia.

Jellik unclasped Serepia’s blue cloak, throwing it over his shoulder, while Herne did his best to undo the tie that held her dress at her neck.

“Machine Spit! This is too fiddly for me!” Herne grumbled trying to undo the knot.

“Get out of the way!” Goran shouldered Herne out of the way and took two handfuls of Serepia’s dress in his meaty hands and pulled outwards. The urkan’s brutish strength was too much for the flimsy material and it ripped like paper.

“Ah.” Serepia stumbled forward as her dress came apart. Jellik laughed as she fell into his arms, now clad in only her small clothes.

“Eager for more kisses, my little whore.”

“Ah...no…” Serepia whispered but when Jellik’s lips met hers she could not help from matching the movement of his mouth with her own.

Goran, lacking patience, ripped off her undershirt with a snarl and grabbed one of her breasts with great ****. Serepia’s breasts were not large, but despite not being a young woman they still stood high and proud on her chest. She moaned in response to the urkan’s fingers, the rough calloused skin sending shivers of pleasure through her body.

Herne, refusing to be crowded out by the other two bandits went down on one knees and grabbed Serepia’s hips, turning them to face him. The material of her panties was beginning to show the evidence of her pleasure, an expanding wet spot on the front. As it expanded the material clung to her skin and Herne could see the outline of her sex.

“That kaputi ‘erb is some real potent stuff.” Herne muttered. He ran the pad of his thumb over the outline of Serepia’s slit, up and down, up and down. Serepia’s hips bucked each time he reached the top of her pussy.

“That feel nice?” Herne asked, looking up at Serepia’s face that was busy making out with Jellik.

“Mmmm...ah...that’s....❤” Serepia groaned in between kisses from Jellik as the combined efforts of Goran and Herne lit an unwanted fire in her body.

Herne couldn’t help himself, after hearing the sounds of pleasure from Serepia, from pulling aside the front of her panties and adding his tongue to the **** on her senses. Serepia’s sex was swollen and glistening and the bandit licked up her fluid with great gusto.

“S-stop...hmmm...Halen...no” Serepia cried out as the tip of Herne’s tongue teased her clitoris. She stood on her tiptoes as her pleasure built and built and when Herne drove two large fingers into her depths it was all she could take.

“Noooaaaaaaaaa~❤” Serepia cried out, hips spasming.

After a moment all strength left her body and she sagged in the arms of the three bandits.

“Did you like that, wench?” Jellik whispered into ear, “Did you like us foul bandits making you cum?”

“Ah...no.”

“Don’t lie. You loved it. If you tell me you loved it we will do more.” Jellik tilted her head up so that their eyes met. The confused arousal in hers meeting the cruel perversion in his.”

“I....l-loved it.” Serepia’s face couldn’t go more red than it already was and tears gathered in her eyes as she thought of her husband, off trying to save the village while she was here laying with its attackers.

“She got hers. Time we got ours.” Goran said, his twisted lips curling into an approximation of a smile, his hands going to undo his belt.