A Horrible Revelation.

You awaken slowly and groggily, opening your eyes only to shut them almost instantly in a wince. Your entire body aches, but the worst of it is inside your head, your nipples and your pussy. Yesterday's happenings come back to you all at once. You shiver. At first, you think it's from the memory. But then you realise that you're very cold. And then that you can't move your arms. Momentarily terrified that they've broken your arms, you quickly move them, only to find that you can move them. Just not very far. Slowly, you open your eyes again, and swear at your current predicament.

In front of you is the camp's cook fire. And beyond that is Karl's tent. However, you are locked up in a pillory. **** into a bent over position, your arms are trapped beside your head, hands poking out uselessly. You try and close your legs, mostly to avoid the humiliating feeling of the morning air caressing your bare pussy, but suddenly realise that your ankles are **** apart by a spreader. The reality of your situation hits you like a tonne of bricks. You've been caught trying to **** this group's leader. They're going to keep you for however long they like, and going to do whatever they like to you until the day they get bored of you comes. If that day ever comes. You feel the urge to cry, to shout out and beg for your freedom, but to resolve to stay strong. These beasts won't see your plead.

Your first visitor comes soon after. He walks up to you, and slaps you across the face. "That's for trying to kill our boss, wench." He growls, before walking out of your field of vision. You grit your teeth, knowing what he has planned for you. "S-Scum." You manage to say, even as the man gropes your ass, spreads your cheeks and spits on your ruby red pussy. "Villain. Wretch. The king will come for you soon." You spit. "The mayor will come for me. He knows I-N-Nnnghhh..." You start, but are cut off by the Magpie steadily pushing his thick cock into your fragile, unprotected pussy. He holds your ass still with one hand, the other at the base of already rock hard length, gradually pushing it further and further into you. You wince at the stretching. It's not been too long since you've had something inside there, but this human is brutishly thick. Clenching your fists into balls, you shut your eyes as he steadily begins sawing in and out of you, your tight pussy lips squeezing and clenching around that thick length.

His fucking speeds up rapidly, and he brings one hand to your ass, squeezing and spread it, gazing down at your cute, puckered asshole and spread pussy as he reams you. You try to keep focused and keep strong, but you cannot deny your body's base response. He's moving at such a pleasurable rhythm that your body betrays you, and soon enough his cock is lubricated with your juices. You gnaw on your lip to keep your mouth shut, preventing any involuntary moans from escaping.

It's not long before he cums. He shoves himself in to the balls, causing you to gasp in shock and pain, his member penetrating you to it's depths. He grunts, gripping your ass clumsily. You can feel his balls pressed against your cunt, throbbing and churning as he pumps your womb full of his thick seed. You hope it won't take, but your parents are living proof that humans and elves can procreate...

Finally, he pulls out, leaving your once prim, proper cunt a leaking, gaping mess. You sag in your bindings, panting loudly from the ordeal. Little do you know that he is only the first of many that you service. Two more men emerge from their tents, yawning and stretching. That is, until they spot you. It doesn't take long until your mouth and pussy are full of cock. A brutish, swarthy man fucks your throat like it's a pussy, forcing you to gag and **** around his invading length, while gripping your sharp, elven ears like handlebars. When he finishes, he pulls out and paints your face with his thick, salty cum. It's left to drip down your pretty face in a show of your debasement and failure. The man behind you, slim, reedy and lithe, has a cock so long you swear it's in your tummy once he's inside. You can't hold back your gasps and cries as he reaches places you've never felt before, and when he cums, it feels like he's pressed up against your cervix. By the time they're done, you're a leaking, bow-legged mess. And yet you maintain your pride and dignity. Well, as much as one can when she has cum running down her face, and a womb full of her enemy's cum.

That's when Karl comes out of his tent and you grit your teeth. His face is rather sharp, elven almost, with an angular nose and clearly defined cheekbones. He moves with grace, the opposite of what you imagined for a leader of a mercenary band. He walks over to you, and fixes you with a steely glare.

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"You are the one Krenvich sent to kill me?" He asks you icily, his voice barely an octave above a whisper. You nod in defiance.

"Yes! I'm told you're a good for nothing spiteful, pillaging bastard who threatens the life of the normal people of Barrowden!" You respond, not daring to show him any weakness, any pleading. A small smile passes over his face in response.
"Is that what he told you? You paladins are so easily deceived..." He murmurs, and you wonder if he has experience with that. "I heard you telling my man that the king's men would be after us soon. I'm going to tell you why they aren't." The mercenary leader leans down towards you, making you two eye-level. "Krenvich, the rat bastard, owes me a great deal of coin. A loan that is recognizable by the king. He hired you to squirm out of that particular arrangement." Your heart sinks, and your mouth opens in surprise. "Yes, you see now? You were nothing but a tool to him. A tool to save him some gold. After your defeat, he'll probably pay up. No other fighters are around without local ties and who can smell bullshit when they see it. Unlike your naive self." He allows himself a smirk, while your heart turns to ice, and your legs wobble a little. Cum leaks down your thighs. You cannot believe it. That... Bastard of a mayor used you to attempt to settle a debt. A legal debt, upheld by all the laws of the land. Not only that, but you've failed in this task. Your lower lip wobbles a little, and you struggle to hold back the tears. "This is when I'd let you go..." The bandit leader continues, examining his nails for a moment. Your heart surges. "...But, all of my men know that you were intent on killing me last night. If I let you go, my men will think me soft, weak. And when my men think I'm weak, I won't live long." He shrugs with a shocking detachment. "I considered just cutting your throat and being done with it but... My men need a toy. They get awfully rambunctious without one. And you'll suit that role perfectly." He smiles sadly down at you, and you hear the crunch of men's boots behind you, accompanied by whispers. Karl's eyes flick from you to the Magpies behind. "Enjoy..." The scarred male says with a hint of sadistic pleasure, before turning on his heel and marching back into his tent. Then, his men fall atop you, and you are relentlessly shared between them. Your mouth is in constant use for hours, while the men seem to alternate fucking your pussy and your ass. A few, when both sides are occupied, **** you to jerk them off, and one even kneels below you to play with your tits until your asshole is freed up.