Full retreat!

I turn to the guard behind me. "RUN! I'll cover us." I yell and he doesn't hesitate back up the stairs. I start to follow as I hear the undead start after us.

I take the holy magic that was in my shield and double it before turning and unleashing it in a bright burst. I see it burn them a little, but more importantly they cover their eyes and recoil back away from us, buying us precious time to run back up the steps. I see past a couple of the undead that there's one wearing a robe. Based on the brighter colors he must be a mage. I need to get out of his sight before he has a chance to use his magic on me.

I turn and continue up the stairs as I see the guard that was with me duck through the doorway. I make it up and I'm a few steps short when I feel an ice cold blasé hit my legs and the steps below me. My metal boots feel heavy and they immediately slip on the now icy steps. I fall hard on my chest and even slip down a couple of steps before I feel solid stone again. I push myself to my feet, but I feel hands take firm grip of my legs. I grab my mace and turn to swing, but the surprisingly strong hands pull hard and I'm thrown down the steps, sliding and bumping into each one, jarring my body and my head. I tumble down the last couple, feeling the stone dig into my sides and my head before I come to a stop on the cold ground of the cellar.

I can hear footsteps around me and I try to get my bearings and get to my feet. I take a swing at the undead, only to realize I had dropped my mace in the fall along with my shield. A longsword swings at me and connects with my breastplate thankfully stopping most of the blade, but the impact sends me flying back against a wall hard.

"AH!" I yelp as my small body collides with the stone wall. I look down to see my breastplate was barely hanging onto my body now, exposing my leather padding and a small gash near my stomach.

"Bind this one. She will be a good backup. Don't go through that door. Let me pave the way." I glance up to see the robed mage walk past me and start up the steps. "You. Stay with her. You, prepare the escape route. Everyone else with me." He commands.

I feel pain throughout my body as I still struggle to clear my head. I feel cold hands on my own as I feel some bindings pull my wrists together behind my back.

"You're a pretty one." I hear a raspy voice say as I feel cold dead hands on my cheeks and chin forcing me to look up.

I see pale eyes looking back at me. What was left of his purple hair was very stringy and I could smell his stench being somewhere between **** and someone that hasn't washed in a long time. Parts of his flesh on his cheeks were missing letting me see some of his teeth as he talked.

"Get your hands off me you vile thing!" I yell as I feel my head clear. I start to call upon the light, but feel nothing flow.

"Hehe. Magic bindings there. The light can't help you now." He says as he looks down at my body.

His hands push my tattered armor to the side. He takes a dagger out and cuts away at my leather padding exposing my bare chest to the cool cellar.

"What are you doing? Stop!" I command him as I start to fight with my wrist bindings.

"I used to love playing with pretty things like you, back when I was alive. I wonder if it will feel the same." He says as his cold bony hands take a firm grip on my breasts and gives them a squeeze.

"AH! You bastard!" I groan as he massages my breasts and rolls my nipples in his bony fingers. The sensation is both vulgar and stimulating at the same time, making me gasp and wince in response as I lay against the cold cellar wall.

I hear an explosion up the stairs. I look up them as I hear the screams of the guards and clashing metal. They were fighting for their lives and not only had I failed to help them, I was being reduced to a play thing.

"Doesn't sound like I'm going to have much time with you. You're friends will be dead soon so lets move this along." The raspy voice says.

I look at him with a look of despair as He releases my breasts and pushes my legs apart.

"Please..." I plead as I feel the same cold fingers slide against my thighs and under my battle skirt. The fingers reach my crotch and move the small amount of fabric aside and the cold touch parts my lower pussy lips. "AHHhhhh." I gasp as he works a finger deeper and deeper inside of me while his other hand goes to his own crotch and I see him free his undead cock.

I wasn't sure how something that couldn't breath could get hard, but he was at full staff and ready to go. I swallowed hard as I realized I had no way out of this. He was right. My comrades upstairs were going to die, the priestess was going to be taken, and the light couldn't help me.

Despite myself not being very wet, He wasn't willing to risk not being able to finish. He withdraws his fingers from my still tight pussy and scoots forward, pressing the cold tip of his cock to my lips.

"Please. ah AH!" I plead one last time as his hips jerk forward, spreading my pussy lips with the head of his cock.

He scoots forward and presses down on my inner thighs, causing my skirt to flair out more giving him a better view of his penetration. "AH!" I yelp again as he thrusts again and gets half of his cock inside of me.

"Mmmm. The warmth feels good. Something I haven't felt in a long time." He moans as another thrust bottoms him out inside of me.

I grit my teeth as I try to relax, but he wastes no time as he starts to thrust into me. His hard cock was thick and pressing against every wall. He was cold too allowing me to really feel each wall his thick shafted grinder against. His hands go to my back and he pulls me up closer to him, bringing me back into range of his stench. He continues thrusting into me and in my new position my weight helps drive me down harder onto his cock.

"Ah AH AH!" I moan and gasp as I feel my body give in to the **** and start providing lubrication.

"Moaning like every other women." I hear him snicker as he continues his **** on my body, thrusting hard up into me and making me moan and gasp each time I came down harder and harder onto his cock, driving his thick head deeper and deeper inside of me. I try to move my arms, still handcuffed behind me as I feel my muscles tense with each shot of pleasure rippling through my body.

One of his hands goes to my head and pulls me closer and I feel his cold lips and tongue against mine. As I moan he slips his grotesque tongue past my lips and it connects to mine as he french kisses me while continuing to buck up into me. I whimper and gag into our kiss as the mixture of disgust collides with my growing orgasm under his undead ****. I feel him groan with pleasure as he experiences my young, warm, body bouncing and gripping his cock, not wanting him to withdraw.

"Mmmmm!!!" We moan together as I feel his grip tighten up and he starts to unload his old dead semen into my young fertile body triggering my own mini orgasm as my body forces my pussy to clench down on his undead cock as it shoots a couple more spurts inside of me.

He finally releases my head and I grimace as I spit some of the taste out of mouth and glance down to the mess he made of my most sacred spot.

"What the hell?! I have to bend and cut steal bars and you get to fuck a paladin!?" Another undead soldier appears from behind him.

"Ha! Good work. Here's your reward!" The raspy voiced one says as he leaves me on the ground.

A women's shriek from the stairs makes us all look as the small raid of undead clamber back down dragging the priestess in tow.

The mage stops before us and gives me a brief look over with a small smirk. "The reward will have to wait. We have the priestess. We move to the lake now. Bring her along as well" He nods towards me.

The second undead leans over and smiles as he picks me up. "We're going to have some fun later." He says as he hoist me up over his his shoulder.

I feel his fingers poke into my cum filled pussy as he chuckles at my fall from grace. He starts walking towards the water and I look up to see the priestess being carried behind us in a similar fashion. I feel guilt and shame. I feel shame and guilt as not only did I fail to protect the priestess, I was defeated in combat, and above all they took my body as their prize.

The undead walks us through the water, forcing us under for a brief moment as they pass through the exit and we surface near several boats. We can hear the clashing of metal and yelling overhead as the battle raged on. So many lives sacrificed for nothing I thought.

The boats started to sail away to the opposing shore. When hands wrapped around from behind me and took hold of my breasts once again.

"I think we have some time for some fun now before we get to shore..." I hear behind me making me shiver with a chill.

As we get further into the water and feel my despair rise I feel a sense to fight back. I can't do much with my hands still bound behind me. I could just abandon the boat before we get too far away from the shore and maybe I can warn the village before they get too far and join in a rescue effort. But that would mean abandoning the priestess. Still, perhaps fleeing now to fight later might be more beneficial.