A Small Price to Pay

The absolute nerve of these filthy perverts!

Drunk, lacking in any sort of discipline, and horny as teenagers. Truly, they disappointed Alice with each word that came of their mouth. If her bar was on the ground, then they somehow managed to dig right under it. It was unfathomable how much her kingdom's armies have deteriorated without her father's direct supervision. Where were the unbreakable legions that once carved a whole kingdom out of nothing? Knights in shining armor that could reduce a single squad into dust beneath the hooves of their trusty steeds? Now, all that remains are unworthy conscripts who lack the will and the drive to improve. Good times create weak men, as they say, and the three men standing before her embody such a saying perfectly. Weak and pathetic excuses for soldiers.

Indeed, Alice was not surprised by their depravity nor their request. They were simple people, with simple desires. And what harm could there be in indulging them a little? After all, they were little more than animals following their most base instincts. After all, if she didn't mind a dog sticking its nose up her crotch, then were these three not the same? Fools following their instincts with nary a thought for the consequences. In fact, it's quite a change of pace to be lusted after so openly. She was used to being the most beautiful girl in the room, but the upper crust of society deemed it impolite to ogle or stare. She could tell that most of her father's ministers and other nobles wanted to have their way with her, but the way they displayed that desire was subtle and subdued, shown only in fleeting glances at her cleavage or thighs. These three though, they wore their heart on their sleeves without pretense, and they knew exactly what they wanted. It was refreshing, in a perverted way. Their hungry gaze ran down her body with such power that she could practically read into their imaginations, seeing herself at their disposal to be used like a common slut. For a brief moment, she imagined it too. Naked and on her knees, a collar strapped to her neck as she eagerly serviced their putrid cocks, with other soldiers lined up waiting in line...

A slight shudder ran through her body at the idea, but Alice quickly shook her head and reestablished her sense of self, quelling the scene in her mind. Stepping forward, she gazed confidently at the three, a smirk on her face. "Fine, you've got fifteen seconds. Do your best knaves, and show me what you've got," she said, placing her hands at her hips, not shying away from their greedy stares.

Without wasting a moment, they practically swarmed her, and despite her confidence, Alice yelped in surprise when she felt a rough, calloused hand reach beyond the hem of her skirt to rub her inner thighs. Soon, that hand was joined by others, squeezing her butt through her panties and reaching down the top of her dress to grope her breasts. There was no sensuality in these movements, no grace and no love, but that was what gave Alice pause. She was used to a lover's caress, slow and gentle, but these brutes didn't care for such things. They had one singular focus, which was satisfying their own lust. What she liked and wanted didn't matter, and paradoxically, she could feel a slight hint of arousal from the way they manhandled her.

"Alright enough!" She finally growled and shoved them away, fixing her dress as she panted. Had that been fifteen seconds? Or had she been so overwhelmed she lost count? It didn't matter, she had to focus now that her obstacles were gone. "Take a hike! And don't let me see you three ever again!"

They knew better than to ask for more, having taken all the liberties they could. Scampering away, Alice could hear them laughing as they discussed the details of her body loudly, from her perky tits to her tight ass. To them, it was definitely worth the scolding they'll receive from the general.

In a bad mood, Alice pushed open the door to the command tower. At least she managed to get inside...