Lavorra is taken by the camp

How thoroughly is Lavorra used?

How Much - [6] Extraordinary

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Lavorra mumbles helplessly, unable to form coherent words, as the men fall on her. She hears Abnur’s rough growl, his hand yanking her hair back. Then her body jolts as he shoves himself inside her without warning.

Lorkan had been big, but at least knew what he was doing, despite his carelessness. Abnur is nearly at large and feels far thicker, thrusting between her tender lips with hateful ****. She lets out a yelp of pain, then closes her mouth quickly as Kurt steps in front of her, his own member hard and bobbing before her face.

Her knees dig into the dirt painfully, and her body is rocked towards the scrawny bandit, his less-than-impressive cock slapping against her cheeks, and between her eyes.

“Open.” He grins down at her, slapping himself over her face teasingly. She shakes her head, tears flicking from her cheeks as Abnur batters her insides.

A second cock prods her face, and she winces as a wave of foul sweat and musk invades her nostrils,

“Suck it you stupid slut.” Kurt leers, slapping her with his hand this time, then trying to **** himself between her lips.

“I’ll help with that.” Abnur grunts between thrusts, “Gods in the grave this fairy bitch is tight. She’s no virgin but her cunt’s like blushing bride’s.”

He hits her as the men roar with laughter, a quick punch to the back of her head, sending stars bursting before her eyes and shocking her mouth open.

Kurt is between her lips in an instant, and his lack of length works in his favour, as he takes Lavorra’s head in his hand and shoves her immediately to the base. She chokes on him all the same, his pubic hair tickling her nostrils, her watery eyes **** up to meet his with an expression of broken desperation.

They use her like this for long minutes, shoving her back and forth like cargo, Abnur roughly taking her from behind, while Kurt fucks her face, his balls slapping painfully against her chin. She splutters and gags at the **** rather than his size, her chin slick with spit, her cheeks with her tears.

She whimpers thickly as she feels Abnur cum, her thighs shaking in fear - but also with undeniable sensation - then lets out a choked sob as another of the bandits takes his place.

This one at least seems over prepared, as he barely lasts three strokes inside her, before he too is filling her with thick coursing seed that trickles from her abused lips.

Kurt lets out a drawn out moan, the tip of his cock pressed to the roof of her mouth, and she feels him finish as well. His cum is foul and bitter, the very taste of it causing her to wretch. She does her best not to swallow, spitting thickly as he draws himself from her mouth. A moment later, she yelps as the man beside him groans, delivering his own load to her face. She shuts her eyes just in time, but shivers as she feels thick ropes decorate her from chin to forehead.

The smells and sounds of the men overwhelm her senses, along with the ****, uneven sensation as she is thrusted into at both ends, spit-roasted by the bandits as they swap in and out.

She’s only dimly aware as the remaining men take their pleasure with her small pale body. One at least contents himself with rubbing his member between the globes of her ass, spilling himself on her lower back. Another yanks her forward and onto her knees, facefucking her till she feels her throat must be bruised and her cheeks are sodden with tears. Somewhere in the procession she takes an eighth man’s cum on her stomach, laying in the dirt, her arms still bound and trapped behind her back.

Jeers of “fairy”, “knife-eared slut”, and worse wash over her as if she’s underwater, as she feels their loads run down her aching, sweaty body. Her insides squirm and pulse, and she feels - horrifying herself - the desire for a release of her own.

She becomes dimly aware that it is over, her eyes tight shut, hearing the men as they redress, and - elated by the use of their captive slut - prepare themselves to head out.

She feels someone close, and opens her eyes to watch, helpless, as Kurt binds her legs and ankles, dragging off her boots to leave her entirely bare.

He kneels beside her with a foul grin, gripping his semi-soft member, letting it rest against her lips. “Give me a kiss then, little Elf. When we’re back you’ll be sucking it down again tonight.”

She resists, but sees his hand drift to that wicked knife. With a shudder, she opens her mouth, letting him slide between her lips. She bobs her head half-heartedly, feeling him grow hard in her mouth as she watches him. She hopes he sees the hate in her eyes, and remains unaware of the tremble in her loins as she sucks him again.

He forces her head down without warning, filling her mouth with his cock again, and holds her there for long, long seconds, till she feels the air escaping her. She chokes, gags, but he keeps her head captive.

He finally pulls himself out after a few more wretched moments, smearing himself on her ruined cheeks as she gasps and heaves.

“I’ll kill you last.” She whispers to him, and he laughs in her face.

“I’ll miss that fire, when you’re carrying half the camps babies in your belly. Save a little for me won’t you?” He flashes her a demented grin, his face a mask of pure evil, then jogs away to join his fellow bandits.

Lavorra lays in the dirt, curled in on herself, her body alive with pain and prickling skin. Against all odds, she feels her holy icon still nestled against her stained breasts, and does her best to focus on it, willing herself into exhausted sleep.