Do you go with them willingly?

You offer your hand

Chapter 8 by targetthyself targetthyself

The men smile as they lick their chops at the vision of you entering. The unoccupied men surround you quickly. One cupping your bottom, and giving it a firm grab, while the one who brought you reaches into your ill-fitting top and frees your small orbs. "Oh look at you dollie! Those teats have never had a runt on em, have they?" He licks across them with his tongue before he gums one as hard as he can with his practically toothless mouth.

The sensation is divine, and you moan out your approval as the others slide their hands to the piece of twine holding your pants in place. "No way this girlie has been buggered yet! She fresh, boys!" one of them raves. "We're ready to belly ya, princess! You can't deny us, look at that ready look in her eyes!"

You swoon as a hand grabs you under your chin, a slimy tongue enveloping your cheek and slipping inside your mouth. "Let's get that cunt out! Bend her!" the one in your mouth vacates leaving behind a rotten taste, the twine is unraveled, and your over-sized pants cascade down your hips and hook around your calves leaving your raven-haired, cock-sheath unprotected.

A filthy finger slides across it, and you moan out "Yeah, I want all your cocks in me!" The men howl in conquest. "Hear that boys, we're in! Don't let her off until she's good and stuffed." The men grab for every bit of flesh they can before the dirty finger hooks inside your ready fuckhole.

"She's a blood-en maiden!" All of them stop immediately, leaving you cold and well-teased. "No fucking way, she's full-grown!" the man breaks away from gumming your tit to reply. "Yeah, she's got a thick maidenhead, boys... we gotta stop!"

"Girl, what's your name? How has a willing peach like you hit such a ripe age without knowing a cock?" You recover from your desire cold-turkey. The men step away, most returning to Ruthie, who is happy to have the attention back. "I don't know." he looks down at her "Are you fo' real? You don't know your name?"

"No. I just remember waking up in the forest. I remember pain, I remember being cold... I remember waking up in the cabin. I remember meeting you." He sighs in defeat "Well then, I'll be taking you to see the Harvest Mother tonight instead of getting my dick wet. Come on girl, nights burning!"

You watch as he reaches for his pants, and helps you re-dress. You're still in bewilderment as he helps you walk. But before long, you're into the fields heading towards the forest.

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