It's all a blur...

Most feeling had left your body from the copious amount of **** you had ingested. However, Dervish seemed to be affected very little, only a faint rouge reddening his cheeks. After staring deep into your eyes for a few moments, the winner of your little competition began to get to work on making you completely helpless. He placed a knee on your chest to keep you pinned, and grabbed your arms and brought them to either bedpost, and you dimly feel the rough touch of a rope around your soft, pale wrist. If you were fully sober, you would probably be able to wrestle your way out of his grip and kick this would-be ****'s ass, but you cannot seem to summon up the strength. One arm is swiftly bound to the bedpost, despite your loud protests and struggles, the other joined it soon after.

Luckily, the tightness of the rope is barely registered, your drunkenness dulling most sensations. Apart from the sensation of fear. You struggle clumsily, loud grunts and groans escaping your parted lips as you strain and wriggle like a fish out of water, looking rather pathetic with both hands bound just above your head. "Shut it, girl. I'm gonna get my money's worth..." Dervish grunts, turning around, keeping his knee on your chest. Your drunken mind struggles to work out why he is doing this, but the forceful stopping of one of your legs flailing about answers your question. You try your damndest to kick the dark haired man, but you simply cannot get the angle nor the strength. Both of those slender, though still armoured legs, were soon tied to the bedposts. It's impossible to move. Stepping back to admire his handiwork, Dervish's smirking face appears in your vision, though blurred with tears of frustration.

"Time to get ya undressed lovely." He murmured softly, and sets on undoing the straps keeping your armour on. Thankfully he doesn't take a dagger to the various leather straps, and swiftly removes your breastplate, exposing your chest, barely covered by your cotton shirt. "Nnghh! Get off me!" You say, the first coherent sentence in awhile, but of course, it is in vain. The rogue simply smirked down at you, and quickly gets to work on your vambraces. These are more difficult to remove, but the rogue manages to fully declothe you, but is **** to merely yank down your leg guards to pool around your boots. But his prize is revealed. Your tight, pink paladin pussy, nestled between your soft, thick thighs. His eyes lit up, and the rogue licks his lips. Dervish quickly took his position above you, having pulled down his trousers and exposing a rather thick, rapidly hardening cock, and began to manoeuvre himself between your legs. You struggled mightily of course, but Dervish was in the far superior position. It was only a matter of time.

Dervish manages to get himself just under your thighs and pushes them up, giving easy, if not somewhat awkward access to your lower lips. "W-Wait! Please don't, Take my gold!" You plead, though you still struggled against the bindings. Your panic had cut through your drunkenness, but it lingered like a fog on the borders of your consciousness.
"I've decided what I'm going to take, missy. And it's you." He said with that trademark smirk, and then finally, thrusted inside you. You feel the rogue's cock enter you rather roughly, and a sharp cry escapes your lips. Dervish is thick, thicker than you've ever taken, and your lower lips are **** wide to take him. Gritting your teeth and writhing there in the single bed, you feel your virtue being taken by such a dastardly rogue. His thrusting starts almost instantly, not allowing you to adjust to his girth. If you could see down there, you'd be able to witness your tidy labia spreading apart around that invading cock, with your thighs clenched inwards in a futile attempt to keep Dervish out. This only succeeded in tightening yourself however, making the rogue enjoy it even more.

His rough, calloused hand reached down and began to grope and squeeze your round jiggling breasts, shaking with each harsh thrust. You are powerless to stop of course, and soon enough drunkenness returns to claim you. Your panic has subsided, and is replaced by resignation and shame. And being drunk is a much better thing to feel...

After a few minutes, the rogue thrusts inside one last time, and fills your tender canal with his thick seed, his balls flush against your round buttcheeks. You barely feel it thankfully, but your cheeks burn with shame. He pulls out, milking the rest of his load over your soft, exposed belly just above your vulva. He is still hard however, and is clearly not done. He is going to get his money's worth from you...

Your **** brings you another drink and near forces it down your throat. It was either drink or drown. After that, your newfound sobriety is smashed to pieces. The rest of the night becomes a blur. You drift in and out of consciousness, and are unsure how many times he takes you. Each time you wake, your womb feels even fuller with the amount of baby batter the winner of the little competition pumps into you. You even wake up once with his cock thrusting down your throat. You try and bite down, but you cannot work up the strength, and soon enough, the taste of cum fills your mouth and is **** down your throat. After that, drift back into unconsciousness.

You come to once more, only briefly. You feel Dervish's cock spasm inside you one last time before being withdrawn. His load spills out of you overstuffed pussy, and stains the mattress. He gets up and redresses, and draws a knife. A sudden stab of terror sinks into your heart. Was he about to kill you...? But you feel the tension keeping your arms and legs removed one by one. Letting out a sigh of relief, a wave of exhaustion rises to drag you back down to sleep. The last thing you see if Dervish departing. "Thanks for the game darlin' See ya around."

Sleep takes you.