Stretched out on the posts as I was, I couldn’t tell what was hurting me the most; my pride, my heart, or my body. As a Moonweaver, I’d never once dreamed that a pack of random bandits would have the courage to attack us – not to mention conquer us. My father’s two knights. All four of the household guards that I’d grown up with an had always relied on. Even the driver and laborers who journeyed with us – they were all slaughtered before my very eyes.

Only my lifeservant Rose and I had been spared, and that was purely because of our sex and appearance. Stripped, passed around and felt by countless men, and then tied up on display so they all could laugh at us at their leisure! My pride couldn’t take it, and my heart couldn’t take the loss of all my close friends and family. Emotionally, I was a wreck, and my body wasn’t doing much better truly.

Stretched up between the posts until it felt as if my joints were going to rip apart and I was going to come asunder, the men laughed merrily at my distress and told me to get used to making certain that I never hid anything again. None of them would do anything more than feel me – apparently they were under orders to allow our first breaking for their boss before they could all have a turn – but they all felt, rubbed, licked, and spit as much as the wanted. Hell, one fat bastard even pissed on me, just to amuse himself!

And days passed while I stretched up to that hellhole, with me having no certain way of knowing how long it’d truly been. I lost all sense of time as thirst and hunger gnawed at my stomach, and pain was a constant companion which often pushed me to sleep or insistently forced me back awake. I was losing all hope when the fat bastard came back in, started laughing at me again, and gave me another of his golden showers.

“The boss’ll be here this evening, so I’ve got to get you all readied for him,” he laughed evilly, while licking his lips as if I was a tasty treat. “Do you know what this is,” he asked, while holding up a small glass jar and smirking like an idiot.

I didn’t deign to answer, which somehow seemed to amuse him and made him cackle like a drunken mule. “It’s the same little medicine which is used for the pleasure slaves,” he assured me, smirking even wider. “You’ll like it,” he promised me, as he slowly undid the lid and rubbed one gloved finger into the jar. “It’ll help make you moist so you don’t dry out and get all painful for all the men who’s going to be visiting you soon.”

“Of course,” he cackled moronically, “a pleasure slave only gets a single smear of this stuff on those special places where you want to encourage them to have the most fun with a customer with. A small dab between the legs,” he grinned madly as his hand slowly caressed back and forth between my legs, coating both sides of my womanhood thick in the paste.

“And, a small dab behind perhaps,” he laughed merrily as he stuck his fingers back into the jar and removed a large wad of greasy looking paste and shoved it as deep up my ass as he could reach. Wiggling his fingers several times just so he could amuse himself at the pained and angry expression that wrinkled across my face, he leaned up and licked my nipples several times until they were both fully erect.

“Of course,” he promised, “I can’t forget about these, now can I? A little dose here will help them stand at attention like good little soldiers when the boys come a calling.” Tears leaked from the corner of my eyes, no matter how hard I tried to hold them back so he wouldn’t be able to enjoy them, as I felt an instant burn settle into my tender tips of my breasts as he smeared gook upon them. The other had only left me feeling greasy and dirty so far, but the paste on my nipples instantly burnt and made them stand fully, painfully, erect.

“You know,” the fat pig leaned up and whispered into my ear, “they say that a jar of this still is enough to do a score of pleasure slaves. Aren’t you going to have it especially fun, since I’ve got this whole jar just for you?”

Laughing at the tears which were streaming freely down my face now, he rubbed his hand back into the jar and began heavily pushing it up in towards my womb one scoopful after another. “These are for your bastards killing the boys,” he spat at me, as he packed my insides full of the evil goop.

By the time he had finished, a burning itch was already settling into my loins and anus, and I could tell that it was just going to get worse, with no possible relief in sight. My nipples throbbed with every beat of my heart, standing fully erect, as even the slightest breeze made them send what felt like jolts of lightning down my stomach and into my womb, causing me both endless pain and pleasure at the same time. If my chest already felt like this, my mind blanked in fear, dreading as to how the rest of me was going to feel once the herbs had taken full effect.

“Awwww…” Pouting slightly, fatso turned up the empty bottle and made a point of showing it to me. “It’s all gone now, and I was having so much fun. Were you,” he asked, while smirking wildly and digging around in the oversized pocket of his leather pants.

“I loved it,” I lied, while gritting my teeth stubbornly together.

“Well good!” Walrus Ass chuckled and held up a second jar and waved it back and forth in front of my face. “I have another one here, but I’m going to let you decide what I do with this one. If you really want it,” he chuckled, “I’ll let you have it.”

“If not,” he purposefully turned his head to stare directly over at Rose, “I’ll give it to her and let her enjoy it as well.”

“I want it,” Rose volunteered, without a moment’s hestitation in her voice. “Please good master,” she begged, “can you let me enjoy the pleasure of such medicine as well?”

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GODS BE DAMMNED!! My heart crumpled at her words of loyalty.

“I want it,” I cried, as my whole body was wracked with spasms as the existing herbs were taking hold. I couldn’t let Rose suffer the same fate I had. Besides, I tried to reassure myself, what could possibly be the difference in forty times the normal dosage and twenty times? Does it really matter if the fire that’s burning you is hot enough to melt steel, compared to a fire that’s only hot enough to melt iron?

Cackling like a madman, Orc Face waved the bottle back and forth in front of me several times. “Beg for it, if you want it,” he taunted, while taking the lid off and slowly moving around towards the side where Rose hung stretched beside me.

I begged. I ended up begging hard for it.

In the end, he ended up giving me want I wanted.

Hours passed after he left and we were left alone to hang there helplessly. Rose tried to offer me words of encouragement, promised to make the bastard pay – to make them all pay – but I honestly couldn’t comprehend what she was saying. A burning inferno had settled into my most private of places and the torrent of sensations it was releasing was beyond what I could comprehend. Pain. Pleasure. Sensitivity. Heat. Cold. A mixture of dozens of out of control emotions poured through my inner being, leaving my mind dull and empty. How long I lay there like that, I can’t say, until fatso came back into the room again. This time, two burly men joined him, each carrying a sturdy wooden chest in their arms.

“So how you feeling,” Fat Ass asked, as he reached up and pinched my nipples hard with his hand.

“AHHHHHH!!!” I screamed in both torment and ecstasy as my whole body convulsed and I orgasmed shamelessly across the floor.

“Wah ha ah! Looks like you’re really starting to enjoy yourself,” Fatso laughed, as he repeated the process, this time indulging in a hard twist as well as a pull. Once again, my body betrayed me, and I screamed loudly and orgasmed uncontrollably several times.

“Well boys,” Fatso laughed, “let’s have the pretty baubles. We got to get her all dressed up nice and proper so she’s ready to great the boss when he gets here this evening.”

The next hour was a blur of pleasure and torment as he tied and untied one part of my body at a time to place jewelry all over me. I don’t know how many times I cried out and spewed my cream as he pierced my most sensitive places multiple times. In the end, I could just mewl helplessly like a newborn kitten as my voice gave out and I finally slumped into a mindless oblivion.

When I awoke again, the fat bastard and his two goons were gone, and the herbs had taken complete hold on my body. Waves of mixed feelings echoed endlessly throughout my body, leaving me weak and drained. A gentle breeze was enough to shake the tasseled chains dangling from my womanhood, and that movement was enough to push me over the edge into orgasming multiple times.

Not wanting to worry Rose any more than possible, I clenched my teeth tightly together and forced myself to endure without crying out. I wasn’t going to burden her any more than she already was. She was my only friend left, and I couldn’t do anything for her at the moment except kept my mouth shut – so I forced myself to do that.

As I dangled, endlessly suffering from one spasm to another as the breeze tormented my existence, the door to the room swooshed open and a man I’d never seen before stormed inside and closed it firmly behind himself.

Completely drenched, the bastard looked to only be about sixteen years old or so, though it was hard to tell in the darkness of the room and from the tears that creeped endlessly into my eyes. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of letting him see me cry, but it was incredibly hard to resist as stood there silently and glared at me with those evil bloodshot eyes of his.

I couldn’t see his face, as he had it covered in some sort of makeshift mask, but I could tell that he was already devouring me in his mind. I wasn’t going to be anything more than a play toy for this bastard and his men, until either they tired of me and sold me as a slave, or else they disposed of me for good.

“So, you must be the boss,” Rose spoke up suddenly from beside me. “You may not know it, but the Lady is a Moonweaver,” she informed him plainly, not trying at all to hide my identity. “Her family will pay a fortune to ransom her back, if you don’t take her purity that is,” she quickly added. “After all, she can always be contracted off to some rich bastard somewhere for the sake of the family.”

The bandit bastard said nothing. He simply stood there and stared, letting his gaze devour me from top to bottom as he completely ignored Rose.

“Fine,” Rose sighed deeply. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll willingly indulge any and all desires you might have for a woman, if you’ll spare the Lady’s purity. No fighting. No biting. Whatever you want, I’ll do it. Hell,” Rose promised, “if you want to break my legs so I can learn to open them wider, I’ll happily even hand you the hammer myself.”

Silence was her only answer from the bastard, as my mind reeled under what she was saying.

“Not good enough?” I could hear her teeth grind together several times from my left side. “Fine. I’ll even let you fill me full of your seed and I’ll birth as many children as you want for you. It’s the only thing I’ve got left to offer,” she cried lightly while softly whispering, “so, what do you say?”

“Ughhh…” It sounded as if the bastard was disgusted at the very thought of the idea, but as he turned his head to stare up and down at Rose, he changed his mind. “Sure.”

“NO!” His tone of absolute indifference convinced me that he was only playing around with Rose to sully honor, and I wasn’t going to let these bastards defile and soil her like that!

Mustering up as much of my voice as I possibly could, I stared directly into the asshole’s eyes to make certain that he could see I was serious with what I was about to say. “It’s my duty to protect and shelter my servants. I’ll be the one to bargain for us, Rose.”

“But, Milady…”

Rose tried to interrupt, but I quickly stopped her. I couldn’t have her somehow changing my mind, and convincing me to let her take this burden on to herself. “No buts,” I demanded firmly. “Now be quiet until I give you permission to speak again. That’s an order.”

I couldn’t tell if Rose had nodded beside me or not, but I could take her silence as answer enough to my demand.

“Now,” I mustered up as much of my strength as I could and stared directly at my tormentor. “Let’s bargin.”

“B-bargin?” The bastard taunted me by deliberately stuttering, knowing that it was all I could do to try and control my voice as the wind swayed the damnable jewelry back and forth, sending waves of sensations through my most sensitive places.

Completely tossing my pride away, I made the strongest vow that I could imagine. If Rose was willing to go through such lengths for me, the only way I could repay her now was if I was willing to go just as far. I had nothing left to barter with.

“I, Marilyn Anastasia Moonweaver, swear by my name and my honor, that I will submit fully to you if you release my servant, Rosalyn du-Moonweaver, and allow her to return home safe and unharmed. Do with me as you want.” I couldn’t hold my tears back anymore, as they slowly leaked from the corners of my eyes and trickled down the side of my face.

“But please,” I begged helplessly, “let Rose go.”

“Uhhh… Th.. That’s the pl.. plan,” The bastard stuttered, mocking me again, while giving a thumbs up as if he’d gotten what he’d wanted from the very beginning.

“Thank you,” I replied honestly as relief flooded my system. Mock me if you want. As long as you keep your word and let Rose go, I don’t give a damn what you do to me anymore. My voice giving out completely, I closed my eyes and slowly dropped my head in submission. All I could do now is pray that he’d keep his word and let her free.

What transpired after that is a blur of confusion and uncertainty. For some reason, the bandit bastard decided to betray his companions and run off with us. I guess his plan was to grab us and the jewelry and make his escape in the storm so he didn’t have to share the wealth with all the others, but I honestly can’t say for certain what he was thinking. All I know is the next dozen hours were hell as we rushed blindly through the dark forest while limbs and thorns bit and lashed out at our naked flesh as the herbs coursing through my body enhanced every sensation, driving my mind numb and almost blank in the end.