Unending exhaustion

The next couple of weeks were more than a handful for our young witcheress. The bandits kept fucking her in all the ways she could imagine and then even more. She was their fuckpet and every night they all used her until every single one of them was spent. Ciri tried to escape, even use her powers multiple times, not caring about the risk of alerting the wild hunt. Not once could she muster enough strength to do it. She was always too tired from the previous nights gangbang. She would get fucked for hours and then the next whole day she would recuperate, gathering enough stamina to survive another night of fucking.

That being said, days were also not an exception when it would come to them using her. Bandits who would not leave the camp during the day would come to her cage and either let her suck them off or fuck her in what position they'd want. Afterwards they would lock the cage once again and she would stay there until the cycle could repeat.

But overtime Ciri began to listen to their conversations and gather information. One night, as five bandits surrounded her, one underneath her fucking her pussy, another one fucking her ass and the last three standing around her head, taking turns fucking her throat.

" They would not allow you to fuck such a beauty back there eh ? " The bandit drilling her ass said with a grin.

" Those fuckass commanders would get these ones. We are gonna take them for interrogation... yeah yeah fuck you. We know what they've been doing with them. " Another one replied.

So the former soldiers now turned bandits found that robbing and pillaging is a better lifestyle for them than the life of a soldier. Clearly they were enjoying their time with Cirilla as they continued to fuck her, the loud gawks as their dick slid down her throat echoing in the nearby forest.

But maybe all good things come to end...