(Sexual) Bonfire of the Witches [part 3] and back to Undrek

A pair of shapely legs with delicate blue painted toenails waves and kicks up in the air. Rima vanishes for the third time under hairy, heaving male bulk, grunting irritably each time another big dick spears her again and again. Even though you have already had sex once already today, and throughout your young life, the session or two of fucking you averaged per month had been plenty to fill any need you felt... watching Rima, Olivia and Hannah being roughly taken was bringing a tickling rivulet of moisture to your pussy. You suddenly decide that no matter how rotten he is, you enjoy the warmth of Ross's body in a show like this. You want him to give you pleasure while you arrogantly watch these women being defiled for your own benefit.

You decide you will deflect. Despite being about as far from virginal as possible you still feel an irrational aversion to trying something so strange and unsanitary with him. Truly, you don't want to think about Ross at all right now, you just want him to act as a living sex toy to stimulate you.

Pulling gently out of his grip, you wordlessly crawl forward a few paces and hike your waifish backside up in the air, waggling it back and forth in front of his eyes. Arresting yourself on one elbow, you reach back with your right hand and tug down your knickers enough to expose your torrid slit... and then, rest your palm right along the cleft of your lily-white ass and spread your cuntlips, giving the mercenary an eyeful of pink.

Ross sets his jaw and unbuckles himself, letting that hard shaft that had defiled you earlier bounce free into the air. The fact that more fanfare and applause does not accompany him aiming his cock at you is a testament to the efficacy of the sleeping potion taking effect on so many of them.

Holding still, you focus your eyes like a hawk's on a fourth "lover" urging Olivia to settle her bubbly tanned buttocks in his lap, the man sitting upright facing her so he could hold her tightly and press up against her breasts as she fucked him. As the short-haired witch bounces in his lap, tight fitting white bodice now covered in spots of sweat and breathing heavily with effort, the man chuckles gluttonously and tries to kiss her on the mouth. Olivia, out of patience for pretending or disguising her feelings, wrinkles her nose and turns her face to the side, leaving the brute to slobber over her cheek like a dog instead. Your sex heats up further as you imagine how messy Olivia's pussy must already be... and with each bounce of her perfect backside against the man's hairy thighs you can see his balls tightening up further. With the crushing grip he has around her chest, you doubt Olivia will manage to dismount in time to avoid a fountain of hot seed this time, either.

...and then your awareness is suddenly and rudely jerked back to Ross. He yanks your inviting hand away and, before you can utter a peep, jabs the head of his battering ram right up against the tight ring of your anus.

"Don't - AhHHHHHH" You don't have time to protest before those back gates are **** and several hot, hard inches lodge themselves in your virgin ass. Just as you feared after watching Hannah, it is uncomfortable - not a sharp stabbing pain like you'd feared, but an over-stretched sensation that made you grind your teeth. The feel of it was disgustingly similar to when you had relieved yourself in the bushes earlier today. Yet even so, it was... an interesting feeling. If it had gone slowly and you had been ready for it and given more lubrication, you might have even enjoyed it, a little.

Of course, given that this was Ross, such a scenario was purely academic. He began thrusting roughly and went a little deeper into you each time. "Yeah! Whatever else you may wrangle out of this, 'countess'," Ross says, grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling your head back, "Y'll nae ever forget that here, tonight, in front 'a all, I FUCKED you in the ASS!"

You have always found it easy enough to respond in kind to the sorts of demeaning comments men like to lambaste you with while penetrating you without losing your dignity. On more than one occasion, an out-of-shape or otherwise less than desirable man had made some comment in bed with you, only for you to respond with a far sharper insult. Sometimes you had noticed it made them cringe... though none of them had ever stopped pounding your twat in response, and some of them in fact threw themselves into you with renewed vigor.

But now, you can't manage anything to Ross except for gasping and ragged yawps. You didn't cry, of course - you had been trained well that un-choreographed shedding of tears was the one thing you must absolutely never do. So instead, you grit your teeth and silently reach down between your legs to rub yourself... you are damned if you are going to let that vicious highland barbarian rob you of the chance to climax in response to a rare sort of show that you might never get to experience again.

And sure enough - you manage to bring yourself to a sharp orgasm, more through your fingers than the odd and uncomfortable sensation of what Ross has been doing, just as the last of the remaining mercenaries falls asleep and Rima, Hannah and Olivia are finally free to get up. Olivia resumes what she had been trying to do earlier and squats down in the grass, spreading her legs wide apart. Her face visibly tightens as she holds her breath and forcefully pushes a hand up against her own midsection. Considering the volume, it doesn't take long before the first of many pulses of glittering pearly semen is squeezed out between her pussy-lips.

Rima has hiked one of her legs up on top of the head of the now-**** man who was laying her last, and is making a face as she digs two fingers up inside of herself, rooting around a bit, then pulling them out and shaking the droplets of cum off. She is about to do so again when Olivia sullenly grunts something at her:

"Don't do that. If you put your fingers in there, you're just going to push some of it up into your womb. It only takes a tiny droplet, you know?"

Rima's response is to cringe, and for her face to turn hotter and hotter shades of pink. She starts to throw you a dirty look but puts a hand over her face, unable to even meet your gaze, and instead begins jumping up and down on her heels, trying to use motion to get some of the seed out of her cunt before it was too late. She kept at it until she at last collapsed from exhaustion. "Hate you Zoe... Hate you... Hate youuuu..." she said in her usual bratty voice in between exhausted pants.

Night time at last. Tomorrow, you will be back at Undrek's fortified walls... and the changeover can be made complete. Justice for these brutes could wait - the one who needed to pay first, and most dearly, for this mess was Count Mace, and you hope to see him quite soon, with rather the opposite power dynamic of what he will have been expecting.