Segfried laid on the ground screaming and writhing in pain.
“How do you fancy that, ya lil bastard?” The man with the bloody eye asked.
He then walked over to Niyeighty and pulled down his pants, exposing his erect cock.
Niyeighty, squirmed as he fell atop her.
“Ease yourself” he said with a smile, grabbing his cock and placing it at the surface of her vagina. He held it there, as if he wanted to savor the moment. Niyeighty stopped squirming and laid still, surrendering to defeat. She held her breath, waiting for him to enter her. She waited anxiously, her heart pounding heavily in her chest, and beating faster with every passing moment.
PLEASE, be done quickly!
The tension was killing her. She felt like her heart was going to implode. And just when she least expected it, he shoved it in. He had shoved it in with one with hard thrust; causing her to gasp in pain. She had wanted to scream, but she clinched her lips tightly, and held it in. She took deep breaths hoping it would ease the pain as he continued to roughly thrust inside her, but it didn’t. The pain only got worse as he thrusted harder and harder.
“Does this pleasure you baby?” He asked, as blood dripped from his eye onto her face. She turned to avoid the dripping blood, but the sudden motion of trying to reposition herself caused more pain.
“Yeah, I know you fancy this,” he said, continuing to thrust.
The weight of his body was so heavy, it was like it was crushing every bone in her torso. And he seemed to get heavier with each passing moment as his cock pushed deeper and deeper inside her; and she felt blood start to slowly run down her buttocks. It hurt so bad she just wanted it all to be over.
Count the stars. Count the stars... One, two, three, four, five, six, seven..................................................................................
"Ease yourself darling, I’ll be done in a moment,” he said, interrupting her secret count and making her forget what number she was on.
He leaned forward kissing her on the lips, and then bit hard into her collarbone. She groaned loudly; and as she did, he did one final hard thrust, and shouted in ecstasy. She could feel his liquid seed shooting into her as his cock twitched inside her repeatedly.
‘When a man is fully pleased, he will climax; hence, releasing his liquid seed inside you. That is how life is created.’ She heard Mother Nora’s voice as clear as day as if she was right beside her, whispering it in her ear.
She remembered the day Mother Nora had told her that. It was a beautiful sunny day a few Dark-Suns past. They had just finished their midday meal, and Mother Nora said it was time for them to have adult woman conversations. Coincidentally, it was just before Segfried was dropped off at the orphanage. Almost as if it were a sign from the Gods, that Segfried would be her first. She wished she could go back to that day...
How can something so beautiful, be created by something so painful and horrible?
“Woooohhh! See now, that wasn’t so horrible, was it darling?” The man asked, pulling his cock out and slowly pushing himself off her. His face was covered in sweat and blood, and he looked fatigued.
"So, that’s what the seed of life looks like..." she thought, staring at the white liquid dripping from his cock.
A wave of anger and sadness rushed over her, and tears came to the surface of her eyes.
It should have been Segfried. Not this man. This was supposed to be Segfried’s honor. Segfried was supposed to be my first and only.
“Hey guys, that cunt was so tight and sweet, it was worth almost losing my eye!” He joked.
The other 3 men erupted with laughter.
“Who’s next?” he asked enthusiastically?
“Me!” One of the men shouted jumping forward, cock already in hand. He had been squeezing and jerking it while the man with the bloody eye had been thrusting inside her.
“Whoah, easy grunt, you’ll get your turn, but I’m next!” The man holding the torch said, stepping forward. He walked up to the man holding his cock in his hand and shoved him the torch. “Here, hold this!”
He removed his chest plate armor, his sword, and then loosened the lace to his pants. Niyeighty’s heart began to race as he walked towards her.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve.
“Get up bitch!” The man ordered.
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen--
“I said get UP!” The man yelled, stepping down hard on her stomach.
Niyeighty cried out in pain and flipped over onto her hands and knees gasping for air. It felt like someone had dropped a boulder on her abdomen.
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‘Be mindful, and use your ears, when spoken to, understood?’ He demanded angrily. Niyeighty remained on both hands and knees, still gasping for air, unable to answer. He bent down and grabbed a handful of long blonde hair and pulled her head up; forcing her to look at him.
“Understand?”
Niyeighty, nodded as best she could.
“That’s a good girl! He said, encouraging her like she was a pet dog. “Now, open your mouth.”
Afraid, Niyeighty, followed his orders and opened her mouth slightly.
The man laughed obnoxiously. “I’m going to need you to open your mouth much wider than that!”
Confused, she opened her mouth more.
“That’s it, now stay on your knees and keep your mouth wide open!” He said, letting go of her hair and standing back to his full height.
Niyeighty nodded slightly, showing that she understood his demands even though she was confused as to why he was instructing her to do such. But she didn’t want to upset him, so she complied and waited for what was going to happen next. Before she could ponder what, he was going to do, he grabbed her by the back of her head and shoved his cock into her mouth and down her throat. She tried to launch back as a gag reflex, but he held her head tightly and forced her forward.
“Oh yeah, that’s how it’s done.” He said, jerking his cock back and forth into her mouth. "Just like that! Put it all in your mouth!" Niyeighty moaned in discomfort. “Yeah, I knew you’d fancy this” he said, intentionally misreading her moans.
She had no idea how long it continued for, but it felt like an eternity. And when she finally thought, she was going to pass out, he retreated his cock from her mouth.
Saliva drooled from her mouth, and she gasped for air like she had been underwater for a long moment. She had never been so desperate for air. Breathing never felt so good.
“Now, make use of tongue and lick it” he ordered. "That’s enough rest, put mouth to work” he said, grabbing the back of her head again and forcing her closer to his erect cock, which was now covered in her saliva.
Niyeighty did as she was told, and licked it, over and over and over.
“Kiss it, and caress it with your lips” he ordered, his voice growing softer. His tone as if he were experiencing bliss and his soul had lifted to Harmonia.
Niyeighty, unsure how to properly do so, cautiously wrapped her lips around his cock and kissed it. She kissed it a few times and then went back to licking it. She repeated the same motions over and over, feeling a little relieved. This wasn’t as painful as lying on her back and having a cock inside her. Or as bad as when he was forcibly shoving it into her mouth and down her throat.
She started to relax and let her mind wander as she searched the ground and surrounding area for Segfried. She eventually spotted him in the corner of her eye to her right. He was still holding his eye and crying and writhing in pain. Only his cries sounded more like whimpering now. He sounded like an abused dog cowering and afraid; too fearful to snap its jaws at its master. She was somewhat relieved to see him writhing and whimpering. He was still alive. He was still there with her. She wasn’t alone. She suddenly felt guilty for feeling that way. He didn’t deserve to be there, and she should have never talked him into staying.
I am an evil person... Why would I be happy about having Segfried here with me!?
“Mind your mouth you foolish bitch!” The man shouted, backhanding her across the face. The hard smack sent her head flying to the side. She had gotten careless and accidentally bit down on his cock. He grabbed her by her hair again and shoved his cock even deeper down her throat than before; causing her to gag and choke. She grabbed at his waist trying desperately to push him back, but he was too strong. He continued to thrust into her until he let out a loud cry of pleasure and his liquid seed filled her mouth. In that one moment, he loosened his grip and became just weak enough for Niyeighty to use every last bit of strength, to push him back, and out of her mouth before she would pass out.
She fell to her hands and knees and spat his liquid seed out, just as her morning meal came rushing up her throat and out onto the ground.
“Woah,” the man said, jumping back. “You almost got me!”
“Apologies...” Niyeighty said, between dry heaving and gasping for breath. She felt like she was going to die. Reflex tears dripped from her eyes onto the ground below. She wiped her mouth, but remnants of saliva, liquid seed and vomit, clustered in the corner, just between the lips and the cheek.
“Aaarrggghhhh, I can’t withstand it any longer” the man now holding the torch, shouted in desperation. He was stroking himself hard and fast. He paused from stroking himself; ran over to Niyeighty, and then continued to stroke.
“UUuuggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!!!!” He screamed with pleasure as he stood over her and shot his liquid seed all over her. Niyeighty raised her hand for cover as if it were acid instead of liquid seed. She winced as some hit her face. Most of it landed on her breasts, and some of it went on the top of her head and in her hair. The man who released his seed all over her, fell to his knees, moaning with pleasure and struggling to hold the torch up with his other hand. He was still stroking his cock, which was quickly going limp.
“Come on, you blinkin amateur.” The only man yet to assault her, said to the man holding the torch.
“Apologies,” the man holding the torch said, sounding ashamed and embarrassed.
The fourth man looked enraged. “You all couldn't have the decency to try and keep her clean!? Now what am I to do with her!? She’s covered in seed, vomit and blood!
Niyeighty looked around for Segfried while the group argued. She spotted him in the same spot as he was before. However, this time he wasn’t moving or crying. He was lying completely still.
Is he dead!? NO! He can’t be! He can’t! What should I do!? Should I go to him? If I do, what if it angers them and prolongs this. But if I don’t, and he’s dying, it’ll all be over. What do I do!?
Tears began filling her eyes again, as she remained on her hands and knees contemplating, and unsure of what to do. Her heart suddenly felt heavier. It sunk into the pit of her stomach, causing her pain in the gut, as if she were having cramps.
I don’t want to make things worse; I just have to trust that he’s still alive.
The man with the torch looked down submissively... “I already apologized! I told you; I couldn’t hold it any longer.”
“Easy on em, he’s a virgin” the man with the bloody eye said.
“I don’t care whether he’s a virgin or a regular at the whorehouse! Where am I going to stick my cock, now that her mouth, cunt, and body is soiled! You sprayed your seeds all blinkin over her, you blinkin slobs?”
He went and picked up one of the swords on the ground and began walking towards the other men.
“Woah, no need to clash swords over the matter,” the man with the bloody eye said, holding his hands up passively.
“Have you lost mind? Use brain! The bitch has a rear-end too!”
The fourth man stopped in his tracks and stared at Niyeighty in shock. As if he felt dumb for not realizing such earlier. His face went from an angered expression to one of contemplation, as if he were considering it.
“And if you fancy rear-ends, you can ravage the boy’s hole if you desire.” The man with the bloody eye added.
There was a long silence, and then a perverted smile formed onto the fourth man’s face.
“The boy's hole... Yeeeaaah, the boys’. That’s not a bad idea... Not a bad idea at all.”