Try to run

You shove the watchman away and bolt into the rain. Your pale skin is stark white in the darkness. You squish out into the muddy road, nearly slipping on the cobblestones. The watchman is right on your heels. There is no way you can escape him and climb onto Aegis in time. You run in the opposite direction, bolting up the embankment beside the watch house and slipping your way up it towards the treeline. Of course, with all the rain, it's a hopeless attempt. Your feet scramble uselessly in the slick mud and you fall face down onto the incline.

The watchman is on you almost immediately. He grabs you by the back of your head and pushes your face down into the muck.

"Stupid bitch," he shouts over the roar of the rain, "making me get soaking wet. Was going to be gentle. Now I'm not."

You try to push him off your back, but he drives a fist into your side and knocks the wind out of you. Tears spring from your eyes as the brute holds you down in the mud and forces your legs apart. one hand holds your head down in the muddy slope. His other grabs your ass, rubs between your cheeks and slips between your legs. Rain soaks your body, the water some small mercy as he roughly thrusts three fingers into your virgin sex. The pain is instantaneous as he pierces your hymen.

"Ha! You really were a virgin. I thought you were putting me on." He sloshes his fingers into your cunt as the pain echoes through your mind. "Yeah, gonna be a tight fit in there. But you'll learn to love it, you pure little bitch."

You try to lift your hips and he pushes you back down into the mud, the cold rain drumming on your naked body and washing away the traces of your taken virginity. Mud fills your mouth. You sob and try to get up again, but the watchman has your head pushed down firmly and he is shifting his weight above you.

"Stop fussing, little one. I've got something to calm you down now. Just hold still."

You feel his hardness rubbing at your thighs, touching your bottom and dragging between your legs. He guides his tip to your entrance and pushes past your rain-slicked folds. The pain of being skewered and stretched wide is minor compared to the lingering pain of losing your connection to the Burning Rose. A life of devotion to your chastity is squandered in a few rain-drenched seconds in the mud with the watchman. He grunts and fucks into you, driving you deeper into the mud with each stroke as his cock works in and out of your helpless slit.

The worst part is the way your body begins to respond to the pleasure. The pain recedes and the watchman's hard cock stokes your growing lust. His heavy body even insulates yours from the cold and protects you from the worst of the rain, though the cold mud is hardly pleasant. His breath steams past your head in the cold night. He pants and his thrusts become rougher and rougher.

"Fill you up," he groans. "Your precious little quim, just aching for my hot cum. It's what you want, isn't it?"

"No," you moan.

He yanks your head up and presses his lips to your ear as he roughly saws his swollen fucktool into your stretched quim.

"Go on then, beg for it. Beg for my cream." His thrusts shake your entire body. Your inner walls begin to tighten as your pleasure teeters on the precipice of climax. The watchman snarls, "Beg!"

"P-please," you cry, "cum inside me. Spill your - Ahhhhh! - spill your seed inside meeEEE!"

Whatever he says in reply is lost to the deafening inner roar of your orgasm. Still in the throes of your pleasure, his weight pushes into you a final time and he holds his cock buried to the hilt in your violated cunt. His manhood throbs in your clutching channel and there is a warm, spreading pressure that fills your hungry depths. He is cumming inside you, spurting his seed against your womb and grunting with his release.

When the watchman has spent his cock inside your stretched cunt, he lies heavily atop you for a long time. You can hardly breathe beneath his weight. You occasionally feel his cock twitch and, eventually, it begins to shrink in your flooded hole. His cock finally leaves you and his cum spills out, washed quickly away by the rain.

Finally, his weight lifts, and the watchman actually helps you to your feet. The rain washes his face and soaks his shoulders. He shows you no mercy and claps irons on your wrists and ankles.

"I'll be taking you to the cell in the village," he says. "Whoring is outlawed in Launsdorf and you have no coins to pay the fine."

"Bastard," you cry.

"Don't worry, lovely," he laughs and smacks your bare ass. "I'm sure the judge and the other men of the watch will decide on leniency after a few days of enjoying your company. Just be nice and sweet."

Tears begin to fall from your eyes as you realize you have failed in your mission and abandoned your faith.