Ciri agrees (MMMF, )

She couldn’t stop the tremble in her knees at the thought of one more night with these men, she stepped forward almost touching him before she sank to her knees, “I’ll behave.”

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“Drink,” the man to her left told her, pushing the wine skin into her hand, she did as she was told, leaning back to drink the bitter liquid. It burnt going down her throat then she turned her attention to the fire. They were cooking a boar they had caught earlier in the day.

She tried to ignore the hand on her thigh, the way it kept squeezing, massaging the sore muscle, how good it felt as it slowly crept its way up.

She tried to ignore the other hand on her back and under her shirt, trailing slow circles across her bare skin.

She tried to ignore the six other men that stared at her with wanton looks of lust, she did not hide the disgust as she stared back.

A hand cupped her breast and she pulled away “I don’t--” she paused

“Yes you do,” a man's voice demanded, as her head was turned and a cock was offered, she closed her eyes and sighed as her lips parted and the moist head of him slid between her lips. She began to suck like an obedient whore she was.

“Mmhh,” she moaned her head twisted, the cock bulging against her cheek as she felt another man pull her shirt open his hands cupping her breasts. Her eyes fluttered shut with a moan. Washing herself had been a mistake.

After the man in her mouth had cum down her throat they pulled her into the tent and spent the afternoon fucking her.

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Ciri’s moan was muffled, all sound hampered by the thick cock in her throat. Tears spilled from bulging eyes as her neck convulsed around him. Mercifully the man pulled back enough for air to squeeze past his shaft, she gagged around his cock and he plunged back into her throat.

It was too much, too much sensation, to much pain, too much pleasure. There were hands all over her, greedy pawing things grabbing at every inch they could get too. Hands on her tits, pinching her aching nipples. Hands on her ass and stomach guiding her, hands on her head forcing her to keep their cocks in her throat.

She groaned and drooled, unable to do much else. She could barely move sandwiched between three men, each of them taking one of her holes. Each of them moving with there own rhythm and pace with little regard for her own discomfort, for her own pleasure.

But it didn’t matter, the pleasure came the same, it couldn’t be stopped as she came again her body squeezing down tightly around the cocks in her ass and cunt. Her whorish moans and grasping hands earning another load of cum down her gullet.

As soon as one man finished another took their place, an endless stream of cocks to suck and fuck and she did taking each in turn, moaning and cumming until she could no more.

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She awoke with their leader standing over her, regarding her with ill intent, he was shirtless, his trousers open, his half hard cock freed from his pants. She was cold, it was already night again. How long had it been since they had stumbled on her tent?

He stood then sat beside her, his hand trailing up her naked body and she shuddered at the touch.

“What kind of whore are you?” he asked, his fingers trailing a long scar that ran along her ribs, then down another on her hip.

“I’m not,” Ciri whispered back, he smiled at her his hand traveling between her legs, his fingers dancing around her clit, the sensation made her gasp and without thinking she parted her legs slightly.

He shifted and pushed her legs open further sliding between him, his cock rock hard.

She didn't want this, she hadn’t wanted to stay at that godforsaken estate, she hadn’t wanted to come out on this fucking hunt. She hadn’t wanted to fuck those monsters as dozens of men watched, she hadn’t wanted to be sold off to them to be their sex ****. She hadn’t wanted any of this.

“No,” she moaned as she felt the thick bulbous head of his cock press against her swollen and sore sex. It was quick and painful as he drove his full length into her. She gasped out crying as the hard cock **** its way deep into her. A soft whimper escaped her lips, and the man above her grunted. He pulled out, earning another moan from Ciri then drove back in.

“No,” she cried out again but lifted her hips to meet him as he thrust into her, their bodies slapping together loudly. Again and again he fucked her, moaning with her as he drove her closer to another climax.

No, Ciri thought, this was wrong, so very wrong. She twisted and kicked getting enough space as he pulled away until his cock slipped free of her convulsing cunt, he looked down surprised at her then slapped her across the face, she gasped in surprise pain then pleasure as he pushed his cock back inside her.

It’s where he belonged, buried deep inside her, Ciri could not stop the unwanted thought from seeping into her mind. She watched between her legs where their bodies were joined. The slight bulge of her lower stomach as his cock delved into her body, she moaned and ached as he stretched her out and filled her up.

“Don’t,” she whimpered, and bit her lip holding back a moan of pleasure. He ignored her moving faster, pressing her into the bed, forcing her body to lurch with every thrust, his eyes were closed as he began to fuck her harder.

“Don’t” she whimpered again and she wasn’t sure if it was a plea to the man **** her or herself as she felt her orgasm build. ‘Don’t’ she thought as she came hard and fast her cunt clenching down around the man’s cock, her stomach tensed, her legs squeezing him tightly. She pinched her eyes closed and turned her head away and cried out gasping with unwanted pleasure.

Without thinking she jerked her body up to meet him in a **** bid to keep her pleasure rolling. He continued to fuck her, roughly, grunting into her face with heavy breaths, his sweat dripping off him onto her.

Whore, slut, dirty bitch, the insults and words the men had called her for the last month ran through her head, she cried out moaning. She had fucked monsters, drowners, ghouls, she had let men do terrible things to her disgusting things. Another peak rolled over her, her hand raised to her chest, over her racing heart before cupping her own tit.

“Fuck,” she cried out in barely a whisper as she finally felt the man inside her spend himself as his thrusts began to weaken and become erratic. “Fuck,” she muttered again feeling him slip from her, cum pouring from her well-used body. With heavy breaths she stared up at the tent in disbelief of what she had let happen over the last month and she finally realized what was happening.