Broken in

The attitude among the men is lighthearted and jovial. Almost celebratory. None of the hands touching your body convey malice or cruelty. Why should they? You're not an enemy. You're barely a person. Even if you wanted to fight them, you couldn't do so effectively in your wooden restraint. It was a nice change of pace from your years of combat training in the Order.

Someone pushes you to the left, you step left. A hand gropes your breast, you moan eagerly. You're pushed down, so you go to your knees. You don't need to think about any of it. There are no choices to be made, no worry that you're performing correctly, or that you're living up to your Code, or that you're impressing any teachers. The first man—the handsome one—guides his cock into your open mouth, gripping your hair uncomfortably. You wince, reflexively straining against your restraint, but there's nothing you can do.

Nothing but learn how to comfortably exist as a cocksleeve as he casually drags his thick, musty dick back and forth across your tongue. He tests your throat, making you gag, and the men laugh. Hopefully they know you're doing your best, but you know it doesn't really matter. They'll do whatever they want to do to you, and in time you will become whatever they want you to become. Or they'll sell you to someone else and you'll become whatever they want you to be.

After a little while, you're dragged back onto your feet towards a thick vertical post that had been buried in the ground. You're bent over it and your pillory secured in place to it like a stockade. Another man steps in front of you and feeds his cock into your still-gaping mouth. He's not gentle, but forces the meaty thing to the back of your throat, prodding and testing until your eyes water.

While struggling to deal with that, someone steps up behind you. A hot dick teasingly rubs against the wet lips of your pussy. Yes! You're going to get fucked. The man nudges your feet apart and you spread them willingly, helpless to do much else in your bent over position.

He enters you, finally filling that aching void between your legs. You moan around the cock in your mouth, straining to lean back into the other man, but you're trapped. Thankfully, he doesn't make you wait. He's thrusting and pumping into you at a leisurely pace, bumping your ass and shaking your wooden prison just enough that you bob back and forth on the other man's dick, stuck between two men.

Yes, fuck yes. The intensity of your own craving for this moment drives you over the edge. You come helplessly, squirming and moaning, but the men don't seem to notice, or maybe they don't care. You don't matter, you're just a piece of meat now. Drool and slime drips from your lower lip. Someone pinches your nipples, tugging hard enough to make you squeal.

The men laugh. The one **** your face suddenly pulls back and sprays a warm gooey liquid across your face, then he leaves. Another man replaces him. Someone slaps your ass, and then the man behind you groans and pulls out, robbing you of his beautiful cock. You feel empty, already close again to another orgasm. He cums across your ass, it runs down towards your spine and lazily around your waist to your belly as yet another man steps up to fuck you. He's mean about it, gripping your hips and slamming his hips into you like he wants to hurt you.

Your whole body burns with shame and lust as you come again, but you are happy. After some time, they move you to a low bench and lock you on your back, again securing your pillory to the end of it so your head hangs over the end, available to be used. Each of your ankles is tied to one end of a short rope, and then your legs drawn up across your body and the rope attached to a hook so your feet are stuck near your chest.

More fucking, more orgasms, more cum splattering onto your pale skin. Sometimes they cum directly into your throat, and it takes all your effort to avoid **** or suffocating as you desperately gulp down their spunk. Some of them seem to get a kick out of that. You can't be sure how many men there even are in the camp, but you know it's a small camp. They must each be taking more than one turn, because by the time they are all finished with you, you'd lost count of the number of times they changed places. It just felt like an endless parade of hard cock.

When they are finally done with you, they simply untie your legs and leave you on your bench. Trembling and panting through your obscenely open mouth, your pussy aches and your jaw is numb. Your body is so sore that you're actually glad for the reprieve. Eventually someone returns to remove your ring gag. "Thank you..." you say softly, working the sore muscles of your jaw in the hopes that he understands at least that much. But he leaves without acknowledging that you'd even spoken. You're a proper **** now. Fucked and shelved, you can do nothing but wait until someone has use for you again.