Apologize to all of his guests

“In fact I think we all are.” Cyrus clapped for a servant and whispered in his ear. The man scurried away and soon a table was brought to the center of the great hall.

“Vivianna, go lie back on that table.”

The witch stumbled to her feet. Her body jerked forward, her feet carrying her to the center of the room against the will of her mind. She practically flung herself onto the surface and splayed her arms and legs out toward each corner. The servants had found a perfect sized table for her: her legs hung off the edge so her pussy was on display at perfect waist height while her head hung off the other end.

“Very good, now permit the servants to bind you.”

Lazily, one of her hands traced something on her stomach. Cyrus held up a hand to stop the servants who advanced holding ropes to tie her in place.

“And permit anyone to touch you.”

As soon as she’d stopped, her other hand traced another spell. A shimmering red light cascaded across Vivianna’s body as her wards preventing touch melted away. Cyrus waved his hand and the servants advanced with the ropes. They bound her so she was fully splayed out with easy access to any of her holes.

“Kamen, as this feast is to celebrate the union of our families you are perhaps most insulted by this witch’s display. Will you join me?”

A man at the head of one of the tables stood at the same time Cyrus descended from his seat. The manor lord handed a rich velvet cloak to a nearby servant as he advanced on Vivianna.

He reached her and stood between her legs. Slowly, he ran a single finger up and down her inner thigh.

“Are you excited to apologize, Vivianna?”

The witch shook her head trying to strain against her bonds. She’d been commanded to let the servants tie her up, but not to like it. Cyrus’s finger strayed to her mound. He ran the digit down her slit and smiled.

“I think you are.”

He walked to the other side of the table and plunged his finger into her open mouth. Vivianna tasted her own, sweet juices.

“No! No, please let me go.” Her speech was still slurred and her mind still clouded by the drink.

“I think you came here for your game to end.” Cyrus walked back between her legs and she heard him begin to undo his breaches. Another man now stood at her head where she could watch him doing the same thing. Kamen, as she took him to be, freed a short, fat cock and began stroking it to full hardness. His belly hung over his member and she smelled sweat and dirt. She gulped and locked her jaw closed. She’d die before she let such an odious man penetrate any of her holes.

“And end your game will.”

Something massive split her pussy open. Vivianna opened her mouth to scream in surprise and it was quickly filled by Kamen’s cock. She was grateful she was as wet as she was even if she was ashamed. Cyrus fucked hard. He used her like a toy. The sound of his thighs clapping against her’s filled the hall as the men cheered at the debasement of the witch. She struggled to breathe around Kamen’s belly and thick member. Her body shook with the effort of fighting for air and her hard use at both ends.

Cyrus waved a hand and the other men stood. Soon two more cocks filled her hands. Distantly, she heard another command, “jerk them,” and her hands began to act with minds of their own. Locked inside her, her own mind screamed for her freedom.

She heard a raspy voice, “swallow,” and her mouth was filled with salty cum. She found herself drinking from the cock greedily. She’d been commanded to swallow and swallow she did.

Before another man could fill her mouth, she raised her hand to see Cyrus between her legs. He was almost dispassionate in his fucking. To him, she was clearly a hole to use. No, a hole to punish. He looked down and his dark eyes seemed to drill into her. He smiled as a thought occurred to him.

“Men! A competition! Let’s see who can fuck a bastard into this whore!”

She opened her mouth to scream again before it was filled with another cock. This one was much longer but blessedly less girthy. She felt the man thrust against her throat barrier before plunging deep in her esophagus. At the same time, she felt Cyrus thrust harder than before and the tip of his cock twitch inside her. She knew he was painting her womb with his potent seed. A cry of desperation escaped her only to be muffled by the member filling her throat.

Her night was a blur of cock. Each man got two cracks at her: her mouth and her cunt. By the end of the night she was dripping with the seed of twenty or thirty lords. Her stomach was full with their loads. Her greatest shame was that she enjoyed her own debasement. Pleasure had built in her with each use along with her anger.

Another clap rung through the the hall. Cyrus’s voice boomed. “Surely the witch is bred by now, but just to be sure, I wish to reward the men who have served us tonight. As we retire, those who have attended this dinner may also use our newest toy. Be sure her accommodations are seen to after you’ve finished.”

Vivianna screamed “NO! How dare you.”

Cyrus looked back at her and laughed. “Have at her.”

The next thing she knew a livery clad man grinned down at her from her head. Another filled the place between her legs. The looked at each other and nodded before plunging their cocks deep inside her simultaneously. She screamed around the servant’s cock penetrating her throat with hard, fast thrusts. As the other man fucked her like he hadn’t had a woman in months, she felt the pleasure building to a breaking point.

No! She couldn’t possibly climax for a mere servant. She tossed her body trying to escape the onslaught, but it was in vein. She exploded, squirting on the man taking her cunt. He cheered as she milked his cock. She heard Cyrus’s familiar laugh from somewhere distant before the doors to the great hall closed.

Another thirty men filled her holes with their seed. The last had to be as thick as Cyrus and she distantly understood through her ****- and cum-addled brain why they’d made him go last. Even as stretched as she was she felt every vein in that man’s cock. As he blew his load inside her she laid limp on the table. She was surely impregnated. After nearly sixty men there was no way her fertile womb wasn’t bearing some bastard.

She felt her bonds loosen. Her arms and legs ached from the hours in the same position. She watched herself be tied to a long wooden pole before being lifted from the table by two large men. Her body hung from the pole, ensuring that the cum stayed deep in her. Tears began to flow. How far she’d fallen. The town tease had finally had her game ended.

The men descended deep in the manor’s dungeon and found a place for her. She was laid out on the cold stone and finally freed from her ropes. Desperately, she began drawing a transportation sigil in the floor before a voice rang out.

“The master told us to command you: stay.”

Her hand froze before withdrawing to her side. She had no idea how long the spell would last that made her **** to these commands, but clearly it was still in effect. The servants laughed as they walked away and she heard “whore” and “slut” in their conversation.

They were right. She had been a whore tonight. Worse than that, a breeding whore. One of her hands drifted to her stomach and felt how cum-bloated she was. She laid back against the stone exhausted and felt sleep take her.