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Alexia felt the cold hard ground beneath her bare feet. A few groans confirmed that the cook and attendant were beside her too. It was pitch black around her, so she had to use her sense of touch. Despair filled her heart, chilling her to the core.

"Ugh..." the cook grunted, having injured his head in the fall. "Blasted guards. Blasted world! I can't believe this is how I'm gonna die!"

"It's all this bitch's fault!" the attendant added. Alexia felt a hand close around her ankle, and she was yanked to the floor.

"Look who I caught. Miss slutty whore. It's all your damn fault we're in this mess!"

"Wait! We need to work together to survive in this place!"

"Survive? This is the end, stupid girl! Just because you couldn't keep your breeches up! You're a witch!"

"If you like cocks so much, I'm going to oblige you right now!"

"It's not the time for that!" Alexia screamed, trying to get away. But he was much stronger, and the cook had joined in as well.

"At least I'll get to fuck your tight pussy before I die again."

There was little she could do to stop them. Her rags didn't even need to be removed for them to access her bottom. The manservant gave his cock a few pumps to stir it to life, and jammed it into her vagina. Alexia winced from the pain. As if being cast into a dungeon was doom wasn't enough, she was going to get **** before she died. Not that she didn't find it pleasurable...

Suddenly, the man stopped thrusting and gave a strange gasp. He was pulling away, but Alexia felt something slimy and cold slither past her thigh. Her eyes had started to adjust to the darkness, and she could make out the manservant's silhouette- with something sinuous and tentacled coiled around him.

Alexia screamed and scrambled away from him. There was nothing but gurgling and wet sloppy noises. The cook was also paralyzed with fear, staring in disbelief at the scene unfolding before them. Wasting no time, Alexia picked a direction and ran as fast as she could.