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Intrigued by the scream, you move in the direction from which it’s coming from, stepping of the main street and venturing in between two houses. The alley leads you across a tiled plaza surrounded by houses, and you cut past the collection of trees in the middle of it and enter another backstreet as you hear another scream.

Moving carefully, since the source of the screams is now quite close to you, you reach the corner of a house and carefully look out from behind it.
What you see is four men clad in simple, grease-stained tunics, none of them looking particularly pleasant to be around or particularly dangerous to get into a fight with.

One of the men is holding a gladius while the others have clubs, the man with the short sword standing in front of the woman who you guess to be the source of the screams.

The woman, who is held in place by the three other ruffians, is easily one of the most beautiful ones that you’ve ever seen. She has long blonde hair which flows down the back of her head over her shoulders in a most alluring fashion, her face is perfectly shaped and blessed with a pair of gorgeously lush lips which you suspect would feel divine locked around your cock and she’s unusually tall for a local woman, even if the tall heels of her shoes give her an couple of inches extra.

The woman is clad in a thin white dress which clings like a second skin to her hourglass figure and which has been cut in a fashion which leaves plenty of her luscious, tanned skin exposed; her entire right leg for instance is completely bare, and more of her body is now exposed thanks to the men tearing the garment to pieces. The dress was low-cut to begin with, the neckline taking a steep dive down towards her stomach, but now it has been torn open to reveal her right breast, which you notice is not only very large and flawlessly round, but also sits on her chest in a way which makes it clear that her tits need no support whatsoever to stay up and keep from sagging.

“You’re gonna be our bitch, bitch.” The man with the sword gleefully informs the woman, making it perfectly clear that he’s not exactly eloquent.

The woman looks positively terrified at what is about to be done to her, and you can’t blame her for it.