She wades in swinging

Teysa hesitated, but only for a moment. Life or ****, Mish'li had said. The dwarf's arm had already fallen limp and, as she watched, it disappeared beneath the stamping feet of the mob. She hefted her mace and charged forward, heedless of Mish'li's shout of dismay. Blocking her path was a one-eyed drow and a dark-skinned human. They saw her coming and tried to scramble out of the way, but the press of bodies behind them was too thick. Praying for forgiveness, Teysa swung her mace left and right. She checked her swing. A blow that would have broken an arm instead knocked the drow off his feet. The human ducked, lost his balance, and toppled forward. Teysa could see the dwarf just ahead. His eyes were closed and a line of blood trickled from his nose, matting his beard. She prayed that he was only ****.

Another figure stepped out in front of her, and she swung instinctively. It was a young man, half-elven at least by the looks of him. His expression had time to change before her mace slammed into his cheek. Teysa winced as she felt bone crack. The young man gave her an affronted look, as though he could not believe her rudeness, then toppled over at her feet.

The mob's attention shifted. Before, they had been yelling and jeering at Mish'li. Now they focused on Teysa. "She brained Kivlik!" screamed a woman a few rows back. "Yeah! Get her!" growled someone much closer. Teysa ignored them and tried to push closer to the fallen dwarf, but figures were closing in all around her. She heard a metallic noise from behind her and half-turned to see Aliara, her daggers out, closing in. "No, Li!" she screamed. "No blades! Don't-"

Something struck her hard enough to snap her head around. She shook off the blow, only to feel another on the back of her leg. They were all around her, holding bottles and sticks and paving stones. Fingers grabbed for her mace and she wrenched it away, incidentally bashing a human woman in the back of the head as she turned to flee. The woman collapsed and the crowd roared with anger. They surged forward, towards Mish'li and her ring of terrified novices. The cry went up: "Get them!" "They have more food!" "****!" Teysa struggled to keep her balance against the tide of humanity. They surged over her and bore her down to her knees. A fist crashed into her face and split her lip. Another held back her arm, while strong fingers prised free her mace. They held her down by the shoulders, punched her, spat on her. She tried to rise, but something hard crashed against her knee and she felt an explosion of pain. The leg went out from under her.

She heard Aliara shriek from somewhere behind her, but the mob was so thick that she could not make her out. El'keth was the only figure large enough to be seen over the rampaging crowd. She reared like a horse, two novices clinging to her back. Blood ran from a series of shallow cuts in her forehead. She broke into a run and disappeared from Teysa's vision. Good. She's gotten away then.

With El'keth gone, the mob turned their full attention on their remaining captives. Teysa was being held down by at least three people, one on each arm and one pressing down on her shoulders. Hands emerged from the crowd and vanished again, pinching, groping, slapping, pulling at her hair and clothing. Her tunic tore down the front. A fist with fingers the size of sausages closed around the loose scrap and ripped it free, shredding the remains of the tunic off her. She felt cold steel against her hip, as someone sawed through her breeches with a knife.

Her assailants formed a circle around her. Two of them dragged Aliara and Mish'li forward and threw them down to the ground. One of Aliara's eyes was swollen shut and blood leaked from the corner of her mouth, while Mish'li was staring wide-eyed in shock and trying to pull the tattered remains of her robe tight around herself.

"Not so high and mighty now, are they?" roared a half-orc. He was a huge beast, his ears and nose tangled stubs of gristle, his chest bare to show his scars. He thumped it one with massive fist. "Seems like they've gotten a taste of what it's like down here in the camps. Let's help them fit in!"

He held one of Aliara's daggers in his hand. His other hand beckoned, and Teysa's captors dragged her forward. The half-orc stepped up behind her and grabbed a fistful of her hair. He yanked backwards hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. Her head jerked back, baring her throat. She closed her eyes as the blade descended, but to her surprise, it did not reach her throat. Instead, she felt it sawing at her hair. The half-orc tore away a clump with a grunt of satisfaction, then shifted his grip. Again and again the blade descended. Her scalp was raw and bleeding by the time he finished. Her hair lay scattered in the earth. He shoved her to the ground and she collapsed. The strength had run out of her limbs like water.

Aliara was next. She reared up and hissed like a snake when the half-orc approached her. He laughed and grabbed her by the throat. Her eyes grew wide and she let out a thin, keening whistle as she struggled for breath, but still she did not stop thrashing. "Li, no!" Teysa wailed. She couldn't help it. Aliara met her gaze and went limp. The half-orc released her and she collapsed to the ground. The dagger made quick work of her hair as well. Their brutish captor admired it, turning it this way and that. "This is a fine sharp blade, missy," he growled. "I have to thank you."

As he turned to Mish'li, the men crowding around Teysa grabbed her under the arms and pulled her up into a kneeling position. A few scraps of clothing still clung to her, along with her smallclothes; rough hands tore these off, spilling her breasts and revealing her cleft. They hooted and hollared as she tried in vain to cover herself with her hands. "Why so modest?" shouted one. "We share everything here in the camps!"

"Yeah!" added another. "No need to be self-conscious. Give us a good look!" They wrenched her arms apart and pushed her down until her shoulders were grinding into the dirt. Her ass stuck out shamefully into the air, and she could feel a cool breeze on her ****, exposed pussy. She shuddered as she heard the rustle and fumbling of clothes. A burly human's shadow fell over her. He leaned down and exhaled a cloud of boozy breath in her ear. "Welcome to the camps, love," he whispered. She felt his stiff prick nudge in between her thighs a second before he shoved it in.

She had mentally prepared herself for the violation, but she still howled. Her cunt was dry with fear and his member was quite large. He **** it in, heedless of her screams. She felt it like a punch to the gut. When he pulled out, the reprieve was brief; his second thrust was, if anything, more violent than the first. He took up a steady rhythm. Each time he bottomed out she let out a little chuffing noise as the impact knocked the wind out of her. Tears trickled down her cheeks and pooled in the dirt under her face. It began to churn into mud as the ferocious pounding dragged her back and forth across it.

Another pair of hands grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her up. "Open wide, bitch," their owner snarled. He cupped her chin with one hand and held a broken bottle to her cheek with the other. "And no funny business with the teeth, or this goes in your eye." He hesitated, then added, "Or your little mongrel friend's eye. You don't like that, do you?"

Teysa hesitated for a moment, then opened her mouth. It was immediately filled with sour, reeking meat. The man's prick felt greasy and he clearly hadn't washed in weeks; she nearly vomited from the taste, but **** down her gorge. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction, and she suspected that if she did throw up he wouldn't stop to let her clean herself. His cock was girthy, and the tendons in her jaws twanged as it plunged down her throat and bashed at her tonsils. He did not seem interested in her technique; he grabbed her ears and thrust wildly, trying to turn her mouth into his own personal fuckhole. Drool and precum ran down her chin, and his pendulous balls slapped into the mixture with a wet splattering sound.

Meanwhile, the thrusting of the man in her cunt was reaching a fevered pitch. He jackhammered fiercely into her, heedless of the damage he was doing to her delicate inner lips. Her cunny already felt bruised and sore. The man's long fingernails dug into her flanks as he slammed his hips into hers again and again and again. He grunted and twitched, burying himself to the hilt one more time, then sighed. She felt his prick moving inside her. It fired off rope after rope of thick, sticky cum, basting her inner walls and filling her up almost at once. When he finally withdrew his rancid creampie oozed out after him.

Teysa did not have time to rest and recover her strength-- another suitor was already lining up at her ravaged hole. This one's cock was, if anything, larger than the one before. Her pussy had finally moistened, in self-defense more than anything else, and the mixture of her own juices and the cum gushing from her sloppy hole lubricated her ****'s passage. He cooed in delight as his massive tool scraped out her insides. "This bitch is tighter than any of the whores around here!" he declared. "She ain't been fucked out yet!"

"Give her a few... nng... days," replied the man currently fucking her throat. "She'll be as loose as Sally Roundheels." Laughter erupted all around here.

The men double-penetrating her began to sync up their strokes. As the cock in her mouth slithered to the back of her throat, the one pounding her pussy would withdraw, only to hammer home once more as her oral assailant pulled back. They sawed back and forth like two men trying to cut down a mighty tree. The man behind her slapped the meat of her ass, making it jiggle, and he and his friends hooted and hollared as though it was the funniest thing they had ever seen. Finally, she felt the cock in her mouth spasm, then begin to unload a batch of hot spunk directly down her throat. "My balls have been backed up for days!" groaned the cock's owner. "Enjoy the meal, bitch!" Indeed, it seemed to go on forever, volley after volley of sludge the consistency of porridge filling her stomach and esophagus. As he pulled out, the last couple of shots filled her mouth, and she nearly threw up again from the foul taste of his seed. It leaked out of the corners of her mouth and smeared across her cheeks and nose.

Nobody stepped up to her mouth right away, so she had a moment to look around. Both Mish'li and Aliara had been shaved and stripped, and both women wore expression of shock and rage. The half-orc had shoved Mish'li on her back and claimed her cunt. Her legs waved in the air as he brutalized her with his truly massive truncheon. Her eyes were crossed and she was letting out a series of tiny moans, counterpointing the symphony of undignified squelching noises emanating from her quim. The half-orc's paws groped at her smooth, round breasts, squeezing them until flesh bulged out between his fingers. As Teysa watched, the half-orc shivered and thrust deeper still. Mish'li squeaked like a rubber toy as a torrent of orcish ball-broth flooded her guts.

Aliara, meanwhile, was sandwiched between a burly dwarf and a vicious-looking drow. Their pricks were lodged in her pussy and ass, and each time they thrust her eyes nearly bulged out of her head. Her arms flailed as she was rocked back and forth by her fervent partners, but there was no sense in their movements; she looked zoned out, her mouth hanging open, tongue lolling out.

The man currently filling Teysa's quim quickened his pace. His breathing became shallow, and he hammered her with **** intensity. He slammed home one more time, hilting himself so deeply that the tip of his cock bruised her cervix, then began to spew forth his thick load directly into her womb. "This cunt's gonna end up knocked up for sure!" he announced. "Hey, what do you wanna bet it's one of my swimmer's instead of Jurreth's?"

"I guess we'll have to see if the baby comes out as ugly as you!" hooted someone else, and the whole crowd laughed uproariously. The man currently painting her insides with his cum laughed loudest of all. He withdrew and stepped away, but Teysa knew her reprieve would be short-lived. Indeed, she felt another man stepping up behind her. This one positioned his rod at the tight pucker of her ass. She thought to cry out, but saved her breath-- her pleas would not deter him. Her sphincter held for barely a moment; his turgid cock battered past her defenses and plunged into her bowels. She gritted her teeth against the pain as she felt her rectum stretch and distort around the intrusion. He picked up a regular rhythm. Every time he pulled back, he would actually pull entirely out of her ass, which gaped and puckered for a moment before he thrust back inside. The pain was fresh every time and Teysa fought to keep from wailing. Tears ran down her cheeks, but she buried her sobs inside. She would not give these animals the satisfaction. It was almost a relief when the next cock began to press against her lips; it meant that the crowd of rapists would not be able to see her face.

On and on they went, on and on and on. Either the mob had grown since Teysa's capture, or some men came back for second helpings. Her breasts were mauled, grabbed, licked, bitten, and crushed. They kneaded her ass cheeks, pulled them apart, slapped them to make them bounce. She took cock after cock, and other things; one man fisted her asshole as his cock plunged in and out of her twat, and a woman took a turn at her with a bottle. After a while, she went numb. She simply lay there like a doll as they vented their frustrations on her. So much cum was pumped into her stomach that it bloated out slightly; the half-orc, noticing, wound up and socked her with an uppercut right to the gut. She vomited explosively, then collapsed in the spreading pile of partially digested semen. Aliara and Mish'li fared no better. By the time the crowd began to disperse all three women were barely conscious, smeared with sticky filth, leaking trickles of fluid from their gaping holes.

That was how the rescue party found them that night. All three women were bundled up and taken back to the Basilica. The senior priestesses were confident that their healing arts could tend to their terrible injuries. As to whether their minds would ever be the same... only time would tell.