The fourth man walked over to Segfried, who was lying completely still in the leaves and dirt.
“Take the boy’s hole, that’s not a bad idea” he chuckled to himself.
Niyeighty’s heart, started pounding hard.
NO, I can’t let them! I must stop them...
He bent down and flipped Segfried’s seemingly lifeless body, face down into the dirt.
“Hey, is the little piece of fly mud even alive?” The man holding the torch asked worriedly.
Niyeighty’s heart, skipped a beat as she waited eagerly to hear the answer.
“If he doesn't draw breath, the blinkin piece of fly mud curses us from the afterworld.” The man with the bloody eye said.
“I thought we were not going to claim any lives.” The man holding the torch said, frightenedly.
“Still your tongue! And do not speak another word on the matter!” The man with the bloody eye ordered.
“All of you, put your minds to ease, the little booger is alive,” The fourth man said with a smile.
“Thank the Gods.” Niyeighty thought, feeling relieved.
The man with the bloody eye smiled, “Good, make haste so we can take our leave.”
“Mind your tongue and know whom you speak to! Do not press me for time! I let you all have your fun, now I am going to have mine. I will not hasten; I want to enjoy every moment of this."
The fourth man grabbed the top of Segfried’s pants and pulled them down; exposing, Segfried’s small, pale, buttocks. He smiled and drooled with pleasure.
“What do I do!? What do I do!?"
More tears came to Niyeighty’s eyes as anxiety and panic began to set in. The man loosened the lace to his pants and let them drop down, exposing his large fully erect cock. He then used both hands to spread Segfried’s cheeks, hawked, and spat on Segfried’s hole.
“SUCH A PITY!!!” Niyeighty shouted. Her voice coarse and fading. Her voice was weak from the vomiting and her throat being roughly handled.
There was utter silence as all the men turned their attention to her. They all stared at her waiting for her to speak again. They were as surprised as she was. She attempted to speak again, but her throat was dry, and she got choked up with fear.
“Pardon us?” The fourth man said.
Niyeighty, took a hard swallow.
Find your courage. I must save him!
She cleared her throat, “I SAID IT’S SUCH A PITY,” she repeated, much louder and more confident than before.
All the men stared in disbelief.
“What's a pity?” The fourth man asked.
Niyeighty tried to hide taking a deep breath. “It’s a pity, because I was just beginning to enjoy myself, and after the virgin boy couldn’t perform, I was curious to see what you were capable of.
The man with the bloody eye and the original torch holder looked at each other and erupted with laughter. The virgin boy and the fourth man remained silent, obviously not amused.
“Virgin boy”, the man the holding the torch repeated shamefully, clearly feeling insulted.
“You're about to see what I’m capable of!” The fourth man replied, smacking Segfried on the buttocks twice with a huge smile.
He's aware of my plan. He is not the big dumb brute he appears.
Niyeighty shrugged her shoulders pretending not to care. “It’s truly a pity. He’s unconscious and won’t feel a thing. Your efforts will be wasted on him. However, I am fully awake and can feel EVERYTHING! Why not give me all you have to offer? But if your preference is little boys, by all means, take him. Not every man can handle a woman.”
It was a phrase she had heard Mother Nora say often. Mostly, to trick men into doing what she wanted them to.
The man with the bloody eye and the original torch holder continued to laugh. And the virgin boy who was holding the torch, cracked a nervous smile.
“Surely, you’re not gonna allow her to speak to you in such a manner?” The virgin boy asked challengingly.
The fourth man stared at her with a peculiar expression, as if he couldn't believe she addressed him in such a way. In fact, they all looked shocked, like they couldn’t believe what was happening. Even Niyeighty was surprised. It was like she was watching herself from a distance and had no control over her mouth and body. It was like someone, or something else came over her.
“Girlie, you’re playing with fire, and you have no idea” the fourth man warned.
Niyeighty giggled nervously; “Educate me,” she taunted.
Is this me right now? What am I saying? Why am I doing this?
The fourth man unhanded Segfried’s cheeks and stood up; clearly more interested in her now.
“I’m going to inflict pain you wouldn’t have nightmares of.”
Niyeighty smiled, “I wager your cock won't even get hard!”
That was it. That did it. His face was blood red and his eyes burned with hate. Niyeighty could tell he was going to hurt her fiercely, but that didn't matter. All his attention was off Segfried and on her.
There's that brave girl using my tongue again. Now, I have to pay the price for her words.
The other three men laughed and made noises to amplify the insult, which only infuriated him more.
“You better instruct her how to address you proper” the virgin said.
“Yeah, give her a lesson she's not soon to forget,” the original torch holder encouraged.
"Whatever you do, make haste. The Dark-Hour is to be over soon! And make certain she draws breath when you finish." The man with the bloody eye ordered.
Niyeighty smirked.
How bad can it be? What in the name of the Gods can they do to me, they haven’t done already? Blink them! They are all piles of fly mud!
“Yes, instruct me! I wager you cannot even get your cock hard. You're attracted to young boys; you cannot handle a woman!” Niyeighty taunted him again.
In truth, she was putting up a brave façade. She couldn't have been more frightened. Her stomach was aching and balled up into a nervous knot, and even though she had already vomited everything in her stomach earlier, she felt like she would vomit again.
A large smile formed on the fourth man’s face.
“Wager accepted,” he said, walking over to her.
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"Get on all fours!" He commanded.
Niyeighty's heart, began to race again; fear gripping it.
I can do this. I can withstand it.
Tears filled her eyes as she obediently bent over on her hands and knees. He began stroking himself, attempting to make himself hard. His cock had gone down considerably in the time she had spent taunting him.
"You're going to take all of this cock in your rear-end" he said confidently. He walked behind her, still stroking, a wide smile on his face. Niyeighty braced herself for the sharp pain of him entering her; her heart pounding in her chest as she again waited for the unbearable.
I hate waiting. That's the most terrifying part.
This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.
"Come on, plough her already!" The virgin encouraged as if he were aroused again.
"Give me a moment!" The fourth man said.
Moments passed and there was no sharp pain. She turned around to look at him and caught a glimpse of him stroking his cock harder and faster to no effect. He seemed desperate to get it hard, but it was completely limp.
"Do not lay eyes on me bitch! Turn head!" The fourth man said angrily.
Niyeighty went back to staring at the trees straight ahead, and the darkness that had swallowed the forest. She wondered what evil hid behind the trees and basked in the darkness of the forest. After staring awhile, she swore she could see a pair of predator-like, menacing eyes staring back at her; looking deep into her eyes, as if they could see into her soul. The strangest part about the eyes looking back at her was, they had no life in them. They seemed empty and void; with no soul behind them.
My mind is playing tricks on me. It's just darkness. Nothings there. It's the light from the torch flickering. It's causing the shadows to bounce off the trees and move randomly.
She closed her eyes and re-opened them to reset her vision, and when she re-opened them, the eyes watching her were gone.
See! It was nothing!
"Is something amiss?" The original torcher holder shouted at the fourth man.
"We must hasten" the man with the bloody eye said, not giving the fourth man a chance to answer.
"Shut your eat-holes and give me a moment," the fourth man shouted in frustration. He dropped to his knees and began rubbing his flaccid cock between the cheeks of Niyeighty's bottom-end. Niyeighty could feel how soft he was.
"All the time in the day won't make your cock any harder. The bitch was right! You are a boy lover!" The original torch holder replied with a laugh.
"Oh, come on, not now!" The fourth man yelled aloud, rubbing himself against her harder and faster.
"He's a mud pusher?" The virgin boy questioned, his tone concerned and disappointed.
"Yeeeeaahhhhh, he's a fly mud plugger!" The man with the bloody eye chuckled. "He probably finds cunt repulsive."
"Blink you all!" The fourth man yelled, attempting to shove his cock in Niyeighty’s rear-end, but it was so soft it couldn't enter.
Niyeighty giggled; "I was right!"
"Even the girl is laughing at you, this is embarrassing! Let's just take our leave!" The man with the bloody eye said, turning and getting ready to walk away.
"You find this amusing!? The fourth man asked furiously, taking his middle and index fingers together and jamming it into her rear-end with all his strength.
Niyeighty screamed so loudly, it echoed and bounced off the trees in the forest.
"Laugh now, bitch!" He said, twisting and turning his fingers, causing her to scream even louder.
"OOOooooohhh" The other men reacted in unison. They all winced and cringed at the sight and sound of her screams.
"You thought it wise to insult me?!"
"Apologies," Niyeighty muttered. The pain was unbearable. "Please, please stop!" She cried out, her entire body convulsing. As she panted, her stomach sucked all the way in as if it were touching her spine.
"You wanted to embarrass me! You said I couldn't HANDLE a woman, remember!?"
Niyeighty didn't answer, she couldn't. It took all her strength to cope with the pain of his fingers inside her. And to make it worse, he kept twirling and wiggling his fingers around; tearing her hole and causing her to scream louder. He also pulled them out and shoved them back in, repeatedly, as if it were his cock.
"You fancy that, do you not? Perhaps, now, you will know your place whore!" He said, removing his fingers from her rear-end with the same speed he had used to jam them in.
Niyeighty instantly fell to the dirt face first ready to pass out. She started urinating on herself and the dirt below. She had no control over her body.
"I'm not finished with you yet!" The fourth man said, pulling her hair and lifting her face out of the dirt, only to smash it into the dirt again.
"On your feet! Get up!"
The cool dirt felt so good on her face that she didn't want to get up. She just wanted to lay there for eternity and rest. She ignored his commands and began to fall asleep.
"If you don't get up, I suppose I'll have to go play with your friend."
No! Niyeighty thought, slowly opening her eyes. She pushed herself just enough off the ground to lift her face out of the dirt.
"Wow, you must truly love that boy huh. He said, sounding impressed.
Niyeighty was barely conscious, when she felt her hair being pulled again, which helped her rise to her feet.
“You dare question my manhood” he said, punching her in the face. Her head jolted back, and she felt throbbing in her right eye. "How's this for handling a woman!? He asked, punching her in the face again and causing her head to fly back violently. She felt a sharp pain in her mouth and tasted blood. He had busted her top lip. Her legs gave way and she almost collapsed to the floor, but his grip on her hair gave her legs enough support to keep her standing.
"That's enough! You're going to murder the girl" The man with the bloody eye said angrily.
"No, it's enough, when I say it's enough!" The fourth man retorted, wrapping his hands tightly around her neck.
"She's going to pay!"
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Niyeighty wavered in and out of consciousness. The last thing she remembered was the fourth man choking her. His grip was tight around her neck, and she had tried to beg him to stop. His face was red with rage as he continued to squeeze harder and harder, crushing her windpipe and constricting her breathing.
Just as she was about to pass out, she remembered the man with the bloody eye and the virgin boy intervening, tugging at the fourth man's arms and breaking his hold on her neck and causing her to drop to the ground. Her head was spinning fast, and everything had been fuzzy.
"You blinkin brute! You nearly murdered her!" The man with the bloody eye said, his voice distorted and drawn out.
Though her vision of them was blurred, she recognized all their voices.
"Apologies, I lost my temper," The fourth man said, his tone contradicting his words.
"Blink your apologies, your recklessness almost damned us to Harmonyou."
"Calm yourself, the girl is alive. I should have killed the cunt for how she embarrassed me." The fourth man said.
"Forget your ego fool! Whether you like boys or cunt matters not! You almost assured our deaths! Now let us take our leave before light returns to sky and we are discovered by a passerby."
There was a long silence followed by the sound of metal clinging.
They're retrieving their swords and armor. They must be leaving...
Niyeighty laid there listening to the sound of her wheezing as she struggled to breathe. Each breath threatening to be her last. She lifted her head a little to get a view of the men.
"Hey guys, I think we may have gone too far," the virgin boy said, standing over her body and staring at her. "You may have crushed her windpipe!" He said turning to look at the fourth man worriedly.
"BLINKIN FLY MUD!" The man with the bloody eye exclaimed. CURSE THE GODS!" He said, looking all around in every direction. "If she passes, we are all damned," he said turning to leave.
"Yurgo, don't forget your sword!" The virgin boy said, and after a moment of silence, "Apolgies," followed.
"Imbecile! Are you attempting to leave clues to our discovery? Keep your eat-hole shut, or I'll see your tongue removed from it." The man with the bloody eye yelled.
"Apologies." The virgin boy muttered again. "Here, take your sword."
"Leave it." Yurgo replied.
"Pardon me?" The virgin boy asked, obviously confused.
"Leave the sword for the boy. To land a blow on me is quite impressive, even if, I was distracted by cunt. If he survives his injuries and draws breath to lay eyes on tomorrow's sun, my sword will be his reward. He's a brave little piece of fly mud, I'll give him that."
"You think it possible for him to survive?" The original torcher holder asked skeptically. "Observe his injuries, it will take a miracle for that boy to see TONIGHT'S moon much less tomorrow's sun," he laughed.
"Miracle or no, the sword is his. Should he take it to the afterworld or wield it in this one is for fate to decide. Furthermore, if you want to speak miracles, should we four not be skeletal remains this very moment?
There was no rebuttal, just silence. The silence continued for a long moment until interrupted by the sound of metal dropping to the ground.
"Let's make haste," Yurgo said, as the sound of leaves rustling and twigs snapping filled the air.
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Niyeighty laid on her back, sprawled out on the dirt, half-naked, battered and bruised. She was wheezing heavily and in excruciating pain. Her throat was soar, her thighs throbbed, and her face was severely swollen. Her back was also stiff and cut from the sticks on the ground. And liquid seed and blood leaked from her womanhood onto the dirt below, and blood ran from her rear-end down the back of her thighs.
I never imagined it would hurt this much!
She had heard whispers from other women in the village that having one's maidenhood plucked was a painful process, but this was nothing like she had imagined. This was much worse.
‘It eases the pain if done by the man you love’ Mother Nora’s voice boomed in her mind.
“It should have been Segfried...” She thought as tears filled her eyes and sadness welled up inside her.
Count the stars. Count the stars...
She looked up through the gaps between the tops of the trees and could see the stars in the sky. She counted 108 stars but knew the count was inaccurate. She counted many of the stars over and over as the events that had just occurred replayed in her mind. She didn't even know how long she had been laying there counting the stars, or how long ago the men departed. Everything was all one big blur. She couldn’t even recall which of the men did what. Or what order they did it. Instead of four different faces, she saw one mutated face. A hideous creature-like face with the combined facial features of all four men.
Why didn’t they let him kill me?
Though she attempted to beg for her life in-between gasps for air and tiny bursts of pleas, she had wanted to die.
It’s strange how we can desire death and still beg for our lives when it is being taken from us.
"At least I won the wager," she thought with a smirk. The fourth man couldn't get hard. It turned out, he indeed, fancied young boys.
Look at me, I'm so pathetic. Here I am thinking about some foolish wager. I didn't win. I lost! I lost everything. I didn't win, they did!
They had used her in every way possible. They had filled every one of her holes, and when they were done, they happily departed. They were proud of themselves. As if they had achieved something great. They left her bleeding, aching, sore, and lying in the dirt feeling dead inside. She was their plaything. Trash to be discarded. Not a human being. Not a living, breathing, woman, with dreams and feelings and a beating heart. She wasn’t human to them.
Ellagio’s words, echoed in her mind:
‘By law of the Five-Land’s Kingdoms, he’s my property. I can do whatever I please to em.’
Tears filled her eyes again.
Why didn’t they kill me? Why am I still alive? I should be dead. I feel dead. I’ll just lay here and wait to die. No one will miss me. No one will mourn me. I’m just an orphan girl. My own parents didn’t even want me....
The tears that filled her eyes made their way down her cheeks. She had cried so much she was surprised she still had any tears left.
Yes, I’ll just lay here and wither away. I’ll go to sleep and never awaken. I’m so exhausted. I’m so....
She slowly closed her eyes, surrendering to exhaustion..............................
One day when I am of age, I will travel the Five-Lands and find my real family. I will find my parents and discover who I am and where I'm from. I'll find my home!" Segfried’s voice shot across her mind.
"It's settled then! We'll get married, travel the Five-Lands, find my parents and then start a family." Segfried’s voice and face in that moment, flashed in her mind....
SEGFRIED!
Her eyes shot open. She couldn’t lay there and die. She couldn’t give up yet. She had to get up. She had to live. He needed her, and she had to answer. He would likely die without her. She had to live. She had to rise.