Pilloried and Publicly Fucked: The Ranger’s Humiliating Punishment

-0856, day 29 month 06, Ulrich City

I watched as the angular stone parapets of the keep came into view over the treetops. It was the big keep, in the big castle, in the big city. The appearance of the huge building was a sign that I had been looking out for; a sign that we had reached our destination.

I was sitting on the deck of the cargo boat as it drifted down the river. I had bought passage from the city of Trujilo to the north. Duane and I had parted ways there. I had business in the capital and he was still in exile. He didn’t want to risk going to Ulrich, home of the King who exiled him a decade ago.

We had collected the bounties on the orcs we had been hunting to the north-east, around Fangrind Forrest. It was a decent haul, and Duanes’ magic proved to be quite useful in our hunting trips, as we trapped and ambushed two separate orc patrols.

Duane was heading west, to Kabores’ tower. No doubt he would be enjoying the hospitality of his fellow wizard, who was still grateful for our freeing him and his tower from the mad witch, Aerowyn.

…Aerowyn; I wondered where she was now. If she was smart she would be far away. Her ex-coven sisters were hunting her down, as well as the wizard Kabore. I had a niggling feeling that she would come after me again, after I had subjected her to some rough payback. I often wondered if I had done the right thing letting her live.

Now it was mid-morning, the sturdy wooden river-boat had been travelling down the Urial River all yesterday, and through the night. The captain told me we would reach the coast by mid-morning.

The trees cleared from the river and gave way to plenty of farmland, with neatly ordered fields of crops and vegetables and fruit trees. I had a better view of the castle in the distance, surrounded by high grey stone walls. I sat cross-legged at the front of the deck, watching those walls slowly grow larger as we approached. The walls stretched out a great distance, encircling the entire city.

I breathed slowly and deeply as I sat there, getting into a semi-meditative state and preparing myself. As a ranger, I train to extend my senses, to maintain constant awareness of my surroundings. Out in the wild, it is often necessary for your survival. In a large city such as Ulrich, there is so much constant activity, so much movement, and a steady barrage of sounds and smells, it can be overwhelming for someone like me who is not used to it.

I remember when I first came to Ulrich with my lover, Baden, all those years ago. I grew up as a farm-girl in the western riverlands. Travelling into our local village was an occasion for me. So when Baden had taken me to see the capital for the first time, I was completely blown away. I didn’t know that they built walls that high. The huge castle looming over the city had me awe-struck. There were so many people, and so much activity and noise. I was in a daze for most of the short visit. The constant barrage on my senses got to be too much for me and I begged Baden to get me out of there.

I had been back a few times since then, and I know what to expect. I need to be aware of what’s going on around me; the city is not without its dangers. But I also need to block out a lot of the activity, there is just too much for me to process. It’s tyring, but I can handle it, and I didn’t plan on staying too long.

Now the city wall loomed over me. We were heading into the north-east river entrance. The city was split apart by the Urial River, sitting at its mouth in the Bay of Manara. The walls parted for the river and there were two round towers on either side. The babble of sound was emanating beyond the gap and the cluster of strange smells were also drifting out. Gods, I had forgotten how much Ulrich stank.

Soldiers watched from the battlements as we passed through into the city. I could see the huge rusty steel chain hanging loosely from each tower and laying in the water. It could be hauled up to stretch across the full length of the river and bar the river access if needed.

I steadied my breathing as the boat made its way further in. I was now enclosed within the walls, among the buzzing hive of movement, noise and chaos. There were several other boats on the river, ranging in size from small two man ferries to the larger cargo boats like the one I was travelling on. I could see many, many people all along the river banks, going about their business. There were way too many people to observe. I found that a little unnerving.

The boat paddled along the river, taking me deeper into the city. It drifted under the large wooden bridge that stretched across the river. I watched the people and carts and wagons move over it. The boat found its way to the Western docks near the market district. Several other boats were moored at the wooden piers. Our boat found a vacant spot and smoothly settled into its place.

I stood up and took a deep breath. I was working to block out all the stimulus around me. It wasn’t too bad, just uncomfortable for me. It wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle.

“Are you alright Miss Rohme?” came a voice behind me.

I turned to the bearded, middle-aged captain, “Yeah, I’m fine thanks, Halden.” I looked over at the towering castle to the north, “That’s always an impressive sight.”

“Aye, it’s an impressive castle. Shame about the useless little turd sitting the throne inside. I provided passage to Ulrich, as per our agreement. Is there anything else I can assist you with?”

“No. Thank you captain. It’s been a pleasant trip.”

“It’s been great having you, lass, you stories are amazing. I heard plenty of tales of the demon attack ten years ago–can’t believe I have an actual hero who fought them aboard my boat. I will be heading back up the river day the after tomorrow, would you be looking for a trip north again then?”

“Possibly. I’ll definitely seek you out if I am.”

“You know where to find me. Good luck with your endeavours, Miss Rohme.”

“And you, Captain.”

I had my bow and quiver and light pack slung around my shoulders as I leapt onto the pier. A few burly dock workers were walking up, looking to unload the boats’ cargo, which mainly consisted of drop bear pelts from the north.

One of the big, dark-skinned labourers stared at my full shapely breasts as he got near, with a slight smile on his rough face. I stepped past him and made my way off the pier. I stopped and got my bearings. I was at the western docks and the warehouse district. I just needed to follow the river toward the castle and I’d come to the main road, and the bridge that leads to Eastern Ulrich.

“Hello there, lovely lady.” Dammit, someone had approached me without my knowledge, I hate this city. I quickly turned to the person who had spoken, a young man with scruffy long blonde hair. He was fairly short and thin, wearing a simple blue tunic with stained white sleeves and brown pants. “First time in the big city? You need someone to show you around?”

“No and no,” I replied. I watched as two more young men approached. Both were bigger and stockier than the blonde man. One had closely cropped dark hair and a wide jaw, the other had scruffy medium length auburn hair and a short beard. I observed that each had daggers tucked into their waistbands. I looked the three of them over, sizing them up. Just a gang of petty street thugs.

The blonde guy looked me over with his shifty blue-grey eyes, “Aint no one who knows this city better than me. The name’s Sticky Gabbel. These are my good friends Wilks and Brunad. What’s your name pretty lady?”

“Rohme.”

“And what brings you to this fine city, Rohme?”

“That’s my business.”

Sticky gave me a sly smile, “Sure it is. I was just bein’ friendly, is all. I can help you out with whatever you need to do. I can tell you which innkeepers water down their grog less, which craftsmen don’t overcharge quite as much, which parts of the city a pretty girl might want to avoid. Or if yer looking for a good time, we’d love to help you with that.”

I eyed him warily, “You seem like such a helpful fellow, but I told you–I’ve been here before and I know where I want to go. I appreciate the offer sir…”

“Hey nice bow!” said the dark haired thug, reaching out for it.

I quickly swatted his hand away. “Look, but don’t touch!”

He gave me a sleazy smile, “Sorry, you look like the kind of girl that would go for some touching.”

“Be polite, Wilks,” said Sticky. Then he looked my bow over, “That is a real nice bow. Elven? Worth a fair amount of coin by the look of it.”

“It is. It also makes me a fair amount of coin…killing things.”

Sticky smiled, “Yeah? What kind of things?”

“I’m not too particular,” I said, staring him coldly in the eyes. Were they seriously targeting me? It’s not too hard to believe I guess–a woman travelling alone, looking a little out of place. But I was way out of their league. It looked like this small-time crim was too overconfident or stupid to see that.

Sticky paused for a moment and then laughed, “Haha, I like you Rohme, come and hang out with us, we’ll have us a good ol’ time.”

I looked the three men over again. Go with them for a good time, right! I could put them in their place, but a polite brush-off seemed the best option, “I don’t think so. I have better things to do, but it was a pleasure meeting you Sticky Gabbel.”

“I’ll come with you,” said Sticky. “Whatever it is you need to do, I bet I could be of great help.”

“No,” I said firmly. “I’m sure there are others who need your friendly service more than me. Good day, gentlemen.” I sidestepped past Wilks and walked away from them, down the street.

“Yeah, okay then. You take care, lovely lady.” I heard Sticky call behind me. He said something to the others, but I didn’t catch what it was over all the other noises around me.

I walked on down the cobbled street past other pedestrians and exhaled sharply. Lowlifes. I didn’t need jerks like that bothering me. Part of me wanted to go with them and teach them a lesson, but I didn’t need that kind of trouble right now. But then, the thought of them leading me down a dark alley and taking turns ravishing me also gave me a pang of excitement, my pussy tingled in my leather pants. Damn it, there goes my dirty mind again. Perhaps I would seek out a comely city man and get laid while I was here.

There was plenty of activity going on around me. I passed a cart parked outside a tavern–The Golden Hurricane, where men were unloading barrels. A couple of small children were playing in dirty puddles. Small groups of men and women were gathered and conversing. Half a dozen soldiers marched past.

I found the main road without any trouble. I could see the large Western gate in the distance, guarded by the Kings soldiers. I walked over the bridge that I had passed under in the boat not long ago, and crossed over to the eastern side of the river. To the south of me, along the riverbank, was the artisans’ district. I could hear the clanging of hammers on metal from the blacksmiths among the barrage of noise.

My boots were getting worn, I needed to see a cobbler and get them resoled while I was there. I also needed to see a fletcher to replace my broken and lost arrows. But right then I was still following the main road east. I saw the large cathedral loom up ahead, just off the main road. My destination was close.

It was a two storey building facing an open plaza, opposite the large Felorian temple. The well-crafted hanging wooden sign displayed a quill and parchment and the word “Bookmaker.” There was a large advertisement sheet hanging outside the door showing all the scripts the scribe had mastered. I walked past it and entered the shop.

A small copper bell attached to the door chimed as I entered the room and walked up to the sturdy wooden desk. Soon a man appeared from out the back and approached the desk, he was in his middle years, quite pudgy with a dark beard flecked with grey. He was wearing comfortable looking blue and grey robes.

He regarded me, and a look of recognition came over his face. “Ah, Good morning, Miss Walker. Welcome back. I had been expecting you. Have you been in the city long?”

“Good Morning, Master Herneis. No, I just got here.”

“Indeed, so you are keen to see your book, I take it?”

“Yes please.”

The man went into the rear of the shop and soon returned with a brown leather-bound book and placed it onto the desk in front of me. I picked it up and felt a pang of excitement as I read the title–“The Heroes of Acton.” This was it, my own book. I was finally holding it in my hands. I didn’t want to think about what I had to go through to get it.

I opened the cover and started turning through the pages. “I’m rather proud of that one,” said Herneis. “…Despite the rather basic script you chose, I think it turned out quite well. We have started duplicating it, as you instructed in your message, and there are many shops keen to sell it. Adventure stories are proving to be quite popular at the moment.”

I looked at the illustrated map which pointed out the locations of the events in the book, it seemed quite accurate. I flipped further into the book and stopped at a page which was filled with a rather complex illustration. “Sierra was much more beautiful than that! …and Strafe was bigger.” I looked at the strange-looking woman holding a bow taut in front of her, “Ugh! Is that supposed to be me?”

“I will pass your compliments on the illustrations along to Master Nathaniel. So, do you still wish to put all the profits back into duplicating and distributing more copies?”

“Yes, I want as many copies made as possible. I want to get this story out there.”

“Then we shall keep producing the book for as long as we are able to sell it, taking our agreed upon cut, of course. I have submitted the manuscript to the crown and we are awaiting approval for distribution, but we should have the book in shops around the city next week.”

I was beaming, “Thank you, that’s great news.”

“Thank you for your patronage, Miss Walker. You can keep that one for yourself.”

“Great.” I would give the book to Duane when I saw him again, I had promised him a copy. I wrapped the book in cloth and was putting it away in my pack, when I heard the bell on the door chime again. I turned to see several city guards enter the shop. The stern look on their face as they looked me over made me tense up.

The commander stood in front of me, “Are you Rohme Walker?”

“Yes…who are you?”

“You’re under arrest. Come with us.”

“What? What for?” I immediately thought of Duane. I was the one responsible for him breaking exile. But how could they have known that?

“What’s going on here?” asked Herneis.

“You’re coming with us too scribe.”

“What is this about?” I asked again.

“You can ask the King.”

They took my weapons and magic items and marched me and the scribe through the street. I crossed the river again with my escort of six City guards as we moved toward the looming castle. All the while I was wondering what the hell was going on.

We were taken through the cleaner, more affluent area in the north of the city, where the nobles and successful merchants resided. Then we were taken through the barbican and into the castle grounds. I looked up at the huge keep towering overhead. It wasn’t the first time I had been there. I remembered looking up at the keep like that around ten years ago. I had Sierra, Strafe and Cordelia by my side then, and I didn’t have this feeling of dread deep within me.

We entered the keep through the huge elaborately decorated doors, and were walking down the grand hall, which was lined with guards standing straight and looking very bored. The spacious audience chamber beyond was filled with many people. At the far end of the chamber was the King sitting on his intricate throne.

He hadn’t changed much from when I saw him ten years ago–a short, thin, man in his fifth decade, with long dark hair and a neatly trimmed dark beard. A thin weasely face with shifty brown eyes. He wore a coat of blue silk and sleeveless surcoat and mantle of scarlet satin, shoes that looked like high slippers and plenty of jewellery of gold and silver and different coloured gems, topped off with his extravagant gold crown, adorned with jewels.

He was flanked by a couple of large knights in their shiny polished armour. There was also a wizard nearby, sitting in a comfortable chair, he was wearing dark blue mage robes and had long white hair, though he did not appear very old. I noticed the pointed ears, he was an elf, the first one I had seen in this city.

There was a man who looked like a merchant, standing in front of him talking. The King appeared to be bored and taking no notice of him. His eyes flittered around the room and rested on me and he appeared to perk up. He spoke over the merchant, “Well, who do we have here then? Come forward.”

The guard nudged me forward and I approached the King. The guard next to me spoke up in a loud, clear voice, “Your Majesty, may I present Miss Rohme Walker, formerly of the rangers’ guild.” Then he turned to me, “You stand before King Farquad, second of his name, rightful ruler of the Kingdom of Acton.”

I remembered my courtesies and got down on one knee, bowing my head before my King. I heard him say, “Rise.” I stood again, looking at him as his eyes roamed over me. He seemed to have a sour look on his face, “Rohme, is it?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. I have had the honour of meeting you before–ten years ago.”

“Yes, yes, you were with Sierra the Sorceress. Your little group resolved that ugly demon business. I am sorry to hear about your companions, the kingdom is in need of brave heroes like them, now more than ever.”

“Thank you, Your Grace.”

He sneered as he looked down at me, “You have written a book about them.”

Was that a question? “I have had a book written about them, Your Grace.”

There was a tone of anger in his voice now, “A book full of lies and treason, written by a washed-up adventurer in order to glorify herself. And you aim to distribute this rubbish around my kingdom?!”

I was shocked, “No. It’s a truthful account of what happened. I had it written to honor my fallen comrades and to let the people of this kingdom know of the sacrifice they had made for them.”

“Truthful account, Peh! The truth is that your party went seeking more riches and glory, got in over their heads and wound up dead, like so many adventurers do. The rubbish you spouted about the demonic cult and their artefact of power, their ritual to give them the power to create an undead army and take over the kingdom is all fantasy. Yet you paint it as the truth, and aim to make me look incompetent and feeble.”

Shit, this wasn’t good, I wished Sierra was there, she would know what to say to him. “It wasn’t my aim to make you look bad, Your Grace. Have you even read the book?”

“I don’t have time to read books. I have them read for me. I am told that in this book, I refused to do anything about this alleged threat to the kingdom. How did you think that would make me look?”

“Sierra did come to warn you of the threat, and you refused to listen to her.”

“Because it wasn’t true. If a group was gathering that much power in my kingdom, I would have known about it. It was just a bunch of religious zealots getting together for their kooky rituals. It happens all the time. Lady Sierra completely exaggerated the situation and went off hastily, that’s what got your comrades killed.”

I gritted my teeth and did my best to hold off my anger, “The threat was real, I saw those unholy creatures with my own eyes. They were strong and fast and very hard to kill. They could turn their enemies into loyal servants with a bite. My party sacrificed themselves to put an end to this threat before they could spread across the land. They deserve to be honored.”

Anger flashed in King Farquads’ eyes as well, “Enough! We will have no more of your lies. These are dark times, the war against the Idossi to the East is not going well. My treasury is being eroded by this orc bounty and yet the green bastards are still invading my land and terrorising my people. The citizens need to have confidence in their King, now more than ever. I don’t need a has-been adventurer trying to plant seeds of perfidiousness and doubt in their ruler in order to stroke her own ego.” He looked over at Herneis, who was standing back with the guards, “What do you have to say for yourself scribe?”

“Forgive me, Your Majesty. I was only doing as I was commissioned. I thought it was just an adventure story, it didn’t occur to me that it might be considered in such a way.”

“As a work of treason? We shall have all copies of the book destroyed, and I will have the stationers’ guild see to your punishment. Do not let this happen again, scribe.”

“Yes, Your Majesty. Of course, Your Majesty.”

He looked back at me with his shifty brown eyes. I was seething, and I was trying to think– what would Sierra say? “I’m sorry if the book didn’t paint you in a positive light, Your Grace. That was not my intention. I never meant you harm or ill-will.” Not entirely true, it was his refusal to listen that got my friends killed, and now he refused to even acknowledge the sacrifice they made.

He just looked down at me with contempt, “It is your actions that you are accountable for, ranger, not your intentions. I will take your past heroics into account, but you need to be punished for your treason.”

He sat back down on the throne and stroked his beard, “For your attempts to make me look like a fool, I think a little public humiliation is fitting. Take her to the pillory in the market square. We’ll see what the people of this city think of one who tries to spread lies about their beloved King.”

“How long is she to stay there, Your Grace?” asked the guard next to me.

“Until I say she can go. Now get her out of here, we’ve wasted too much time on this matter already.”

Sent to the pillory? Shit! I felt light headed as I was taken out of the audience chamber. I knew our King was an Asshole, but I didn’t see this coming. I had my fleeting moment of joy as I held my book in my hands, now things had turned to shit. Would Sierra have been able to talk her way out of it? I didn’t matter now. I was furious.

***

I was being marched through the streets again, toward the market square. I had seen pillories and stocks in just about all town centres, sometimes with people in them. I usually paid them no mind.

I knew the pillory could be either a mild punishment or a severe one, depending on a number of factors–the elements, the public, how much the detainee was tended to. But the most important factor was time. A few hours in the pillory is nothing, but a particularly cruel lord can leave a man in there for days or weeks until he perishes. The King didn’t specify how long I would be in there, and that had me worried. Just how mad was the King with me for inadvertently hurting his ego?

The markets were in a large open area in the West of the city. Market stalls were lined up in ordered rows, where merchants were selling a variety of goods. Several shops lined perimeter of the square. Many people were going about their business, mostly humans of various races. I could also see a few dwarven merchants selling their wares.

I was marched through the markets and saw the pillory ahead on a square wooden platform that raised around a foot off the ground. It was actually two pillories side by side, three sturdy wooden posts with the strong wooden boards between them, a large hole in center and two smaller holes on either side.

We stopped at the platform and one of the guards began unlocking the boards. I was drawing plenty of curious glances from the people around us. The pillory wasn’t central in the market square, it was around the back, in front of a tanner shop. It was still in a public area though. The guard got it open and lifted up the thick board. “Come on, get up here.”

I was pushed forward, up onto the platform. My heart was beating fast and a feeling of dread had settled into the pit of my stomach. I had been in bondage before–when I was captured and gangraped by orcs, and again in Aerowyns’ bed, and lying in a summoning circle waiting to be raped by a tentacle demon. Being left helpless and vulnerable always carried the risk of ending very badly.

The holes for my head and hands were in front of me, around the height of my breasts. “Go on, get in it.” ordered the guard.

“Uh, how long am I going to be here?” I asked hesitantly.

“For as long as the King says. Now get in there.”

There was really no way out of it, and I was scared. I reluctantly stepped forward and put my head and hands into the grooves of the lower board. The guard dropped the top board down over my neck and locked it into place. I was hunched over so that my back was arched and my ass stuck out behind me. It was an uncomfortable position; designed to be that way.

I looked forward and there were many sets of eyes staring at me. Several people gathered around to watch. The guard who locked me in place stuck a piece of parchment on the board over my head and then spoke out to the crowd in a loud, clear voice, “The condemned; Rohme Walker, has been sentenced to the pillory by our lord; King Farquad the second, rightful ruler of the kingdom of Acton, for the crime of libellous treason. Spreading lies about the King.”

The crowd stood silent, just watching. Then the group of city guards turned and marched off again, back toward the castle.

Several people moved closer as I stood there hunched over with my head and hands locked in the wooden boards. “Fresh pillory meat,” said a dirty-looking young man, smiling. “She’s not bad lookin’.”

A plump, older lady in a brown dress and felt hat looked into my eyes, “Spreading lies about the King, eh? What did you say…that he’s tall and handsome?”

Another man chuckled next to her, “Or maybe you said he’s a competent ruler, that he’s capable of wiping his own ass.”

“I just didn’t tell his version of the truth.” I said.

“That stupid little royal twat!” said the woman.

“Careful.” said an old man nearby.

She just smiled at him and turned and spoke up, “Leave this one alone, she’s all right.” She turned back to me, “Rohme, is it?”

“Yes, and you are…?”

“Joan Fretta.” She reached forward and took hold of my hand. “I have a fruit stall just over there, you let me know if you need anything, dear.”

“Thank you Joan, I appreciate that.”

“Stay strong, Rohme. You’ll be all right.” Then she walked back over to her stall. The people around me soon lost interest and walked away too. Well at least I wasn’t going to get pelted.

I pushed against the pillory, it was sturdy, and the top board was fastened securely. My hands were unable to slip back through the holes. It was certainly an uncomfortable position, hunched over like that, and I knew the longer I stayed there–the more uncomfortable it would get.

I had spent four days trapped in a small dark space under a huge pile of rubble. I had been captured and abused by a horde of savage orcs. I had been ravaged and defiled by a monstrous tentacle demon summoned from the depths of hell. Discomfort I could handle. It was the overwhelming feeling of uncertainty and the vulnerability that I couldn’t stand.

I could turn my head and see either side of me, but I hated that I couldn’t see behind. In front of me were several market stalls selling various produce. I could just see the castle looming over the buildings to my left. Some distance ahead of me was a fairly busy road that ran parallel to the river and met up with the bridge road.

It was around midday. The sun was beating down on me, but the gentle breeze coming in from the bay meant I didn’t get too hot. My nose itched, and it was driving me mad that I couldn’t scratch it.

The marketplace was quite busy, as people came in for lunch. It seemed that everyone was interested in me, and I found it difficult getting used to all the staring. Some people would stand in front of me and read the parchment and make comments, but nobody was hostile toward me. Mostly they were just curious, and I was picking up a lot of negative sentiment toward the King.

I was watching the people as much as they were watching me. I noticed a stocky young dark-haired man walking past the stalls and I recognised his face; one of the thugs that approached me at the docks, the one called Wilks. He looked over and I could tell he recognised me as well. “Hey Sticky, look over here!” I heard him call out. Oh shit!

The short thin blonde thug soon appeared before me. He had a wide grin on his face as he looked me over. “Hey, it’s bow girl…Rohme, right? Row-me down the river. This is your better things to do, eh? Been gettin’ into a bit of trouble? What did you do?”

I just looked at him coldly.

“Don’t worry, I can read.” He stepped forward and examined the parchment over my head. “Sss…sp..spree…spread…spreading…lllllll…li…legs?”

Wilks laughed, “Ha, who ya been spreading your legs for that got you in trouble?”

“It’s lies.” I said angrily.

“Nah, it’s written right there,” said Sticky.

“It says spreading lies about the King, you knob!”

“Ha, right. You been goin’ and upsettin’ little King Fuckwit. That aint too bright now, is it?”

“Maybe she wanted to be put in the pillory,” said Wilks. “She’s a kinky little bitch who’s into that sort of thing.”

Sticky laughed, “Yeah, probably.” He reached forward and stroked my cheek, “So, you wanna hang out with us now baby? We can still have plenty of fun.”

“Don’t touch me, Asshole!”

“Come on baby, touching can be fun.” He smiled as he got closer and reached under the boards and got a firm hold of my breasts with both hands. “Hoo yeah, nice big tits!” Wilks had moved around behind me and I could feel his hands roughly grab my ass through my leather pants. I could do nothing but protest as they groped me.

Suddenly a piece of fruit was hurled into Stickys’ back and the juice splattered everywhere, “Aaaah, hey!” cried out the thug, turning around.

“Leave her alone Sticky Gabbel, you depraved scum-bag!” called out Joan.

Sticky scowled at her, “You’ll pay for that, you dried-up old hag! Yer just jealous no one would wanna touch you.” He got hold of my tits again and continued to lewdly grope them.

“I’m going to get the guard,” said the old woman, striding off.

“Stupid fat bitch!” said Wilks as he rubbed his hand up between my legs and over my crotch. His touch sent tingling pulses through me. I tried to kick my legs back but only hit the air. His hands then moved around in front of my pants and started fumbling at the laces. Sticky began roughly squeezing my tits, and it hurt. I grit my teeth in anger as he laughed at me.

People were gathering around and watching the two men molesting me. No one was moving to stop them. I felt Wilks undoing the front of my pants, he dug his fingers into the waistband and yanked them down, along with my panties. “No, you Prick!” I called out as my bare ass was exposed. He left my pants down just below my ass and laughed as he gave it a few hard slaps. He then went back to groping the fleshy cheeks.

“Hey, you there! Stop that!” I heard someone call out.

“Ah, shit, it’s a red,” said Wilks.

Sticky quickly stepped back and stroked my cheek, “Damn it! We’ll see you around, Bitch!”

The two men ran off as the city guard appeared. “You get back here Sticky, there’s another pillory right here for you.”

Some of the men had moved around behind me to get a view of my naked butt. “Hehe, that’s a cute brown ass!” I heard one of them comment. My face was hot and my heart was thumping. It wasn’t just anger, my pussy tingled and pulsed and was quite wet. My body had responded to the unwanted attention and was highly aroused. That just made me more embarrassed.

“Get out of here, all of you!” called the guard as he approached me. He got behind me and pulled my pants back up again. “Are you all right?” he asked as he was doing up the laces.

“…yeah.” I tried to steady my breathing. My wet pussy still tingled and demanded attention. There were men all around me, looking at me with lust filled eyes. I unwillingly imagined them as big strong naked orcs, with their fat green cocks jutting out in front of them. I tried to shake the dirty thoughts from my mind and regain control of myself.

“That Sticky is a real trouble-maker. I’ll make sure he and his lackey pay for this when I get hold of him.” He stepped around in front of me. He was wearing the silver armor and red cape of the city guard, and had a longsword sheathed at his hip.

He was a tall man in his fifth decade, with short dark hair under his helmet, brown eyes and a thin dark moustache. He was quite attractive, I could imagine him mounting me and… no, I needed to control myself.

The crowd of people gathered around me soon dispersed. The city guard seemed to watch me with curiosity and read the parchment over my head, “Spreading lies about the King. Looks like you’ve been upsetting the wrong people.”

“So it would seem.” I replied.

“What’s your name?”

“Rohme. What’s yours?”

“Private Ludwich. How long have they put you in there for?”

“I have no idea. Do you get people in the pillory very often?”

“It’s not uncommon. I sometimes put petty thieves, vandals, drunks and the like in there for the day. The King sentences people here now and then, usually those caught speaking out against him, or those he suspects of conspiracy.”

“How long do they have to stay here?”

“It Varies, usually no more than a few days.”

“A few days?! Shit!”

“Do you have anyone to look after you?”

“No.”

“I’ll keep an eye out for you. It’s my duty to protect the people of this city, even those sentenced to the pillory.”

“But what about night time? People don’t get left in the pillory overnight do they? I’ll be taken to a cell or something?”

He looked down at me grimly, “There are guards patrolling the city at night.”

“But they won’t be watching over me all the time. I’ll be fair game, you saw what those guys were doing to me. I can’t be left out here like this.”

“You were sent to the pillory as punishment.”

“And that punishment involves being raped?!”

“The King knows what it involves. “

“I thought you said it was your duty to protect the people of this city.”

“Yes, but I get off duty before sunset, then I have a wife to take care of.”

“Listen, I have money stored away that I’ve collected from orc bounties. I’ll give you one thousand gold if you stay and guard me through the night.”

He looked at me sceptically, “Right, next you will be offering more gold to help you escape, then you would slit my throat because you don’t have it. I prefer not to listen to the promises of those in desperate situations.”

“I won’t ask you to free me, and I will get you the money. I swear it, on my honour as a ranger.”

“You’re a ranger?”

“I used to be.”

“Hmph, I’ll make sure nothing happens to you while I’m on duty, Miss Rohme.” Then he turned and walked away.

Joan Fretta walked up to me, “Are you okay, dear?”

“Yeah, thank you for your help, Joan.”

She held a copper cup up to my lips and I drank the water down, “That Good-for-nothin’ Sticky Gabbel. Never done an honest days work in his life. Always looking for an opportunity to take from others. The sooner they lock him away in a dark cell the better, I say.”

“Under normal circumstances I would be able to handle that kind of scum, no problem.”

“What were you talking to ol’ Ardy about?”

“Ardy?”

“Private Ludwich.”

“Oh, that I may be left in here for the night. I need protection. He refused.”

A look of concern crossed her face, “Oh, I see. Apple?” She took the cup away and held the red apple to my face. I took a bite, the fruit was crisp and fresh and tasted good, yet I hated the humiliation of having to be fed like an animal. “You’re right dear, you do need someone to watch your ass. I’d do it myself, but I’m not likely to be much of a deterrent. I’ll talk to Ardy. I know his mother and I have known him since he was a little boy. He’s a good man, he’ll come around, don’t worry.”

I swallowed down my mouthful of apple, “Thank you Joan. Do you have a husband? Children?”

“My husband was killed fifteen years ago. I have three sons, all of them off fighting in the Kings’ stupid war. My market stall keeps me busy enough to not be worryin’ all the time.”

“Well I’m lucky that you’re here to watch over me.”

She smiled down at me as I took another bite of the apple, “You’re a good person, Rohme, I can tell. Good people are rare treasures in this world.”

I finished off the apple and drank down the water Joan offered, and I got her to scratch my nose, which offered some relief. She went back to her stall nearby and I was left standing there alone again with my head and hands stuck between the two boards.

I observed the activity in the marketplace as the hours crawled by. I was still attracting stares and comments from people as they went past. “Lies about the King? Did you say he was tall and handsome?” was getting to be quite a common joke.

I was shifting my weight on my feet and stretching out my legs regularly, but I could still feel the muscles gradually tightening and becoming more sore. My back was hurting and gettin worse, I yearned to be able to stand up straight again. The hunched over position was horrible, and made worse by my large breasts that hung underneath me. I could walk all day, for days on end, but standing still in this awkward position was getting to me. How can people be kept like this for days?

I was facing east toward the river, so the sun was behind me. I noticed the shadows change as the sun slowly drifted down toward the horizon. I remembered what Sierra told me, that the sun wasn’t moving at all, our world was moving in relation the sun. Devout Felorans would call such ideas blasphemy, but I believed her. She knew so much about everything.

Night time was when our part of the world turned away from the great ball of fire and we sat in its shadow. I was anxious about what night time would bring.

I watched Private Ludwich come back around, patrolling the market square. He was stopping and talking briefly with various people. I watched and hoped as he stopped and talked with Joan. If she didn’t talk him round I didn’t know what I could do.

I didn’t have any friends in this city, besides Joan. My party had saved this city, and the entire kingdom, yet no one seemed to care. I thought my book could be a means to change that, but it turned out all my efforts were for nothing, and only got me into deep trouble. As a stood there in bondage I pondered that if I had the opportunity to save the kingdom again, would I bother?

The city guard soon approached me again, and I was hopeful. He stood in front of me and held up the copper cup, “From Joan,” he said as he put it to my lips. I drank the water down. When I stopped drinking, I looked up at him expectantly, “Your money is good? The thousand gold?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“If the King lets you go.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“That doesn’t matter. When I make my report at the end of my shift, I will say that the public have been giving you a hard time. Perhaps the King will be satisfied with that and you’ll be taken out. But I wouldn’t count on it. So I will return at sunset and guard you for the night.” He let out a loud sigh, “My wife won’t like it, but if there’s a payment of gold involved, that will help smooth things over. Is this acceptable?”

“Yes, acceptable, thank you sir.” He reached forward and got hold of my right hand in an impromptu handshake.

“I will be back here at sunset then.” He walked away and gave the cup back to Joan. The plump woman smiled at me and I smiled back. That was a weight off my mind. I still hoped I wouldn’t be stuck there all night, but at least I would have some protection. A city guard would be enough to deter anyone thinking of taking advantage of me.

The sun sunk below the high city walls behind me and left me in its shadow. The activity in the market square was winding down and the merchants were packing up their wares for the day. Joan had some young boys helping her pack her crates away. She came over and shared some bread and water with me, and we talked briefly.

“Well, I hope you’re not here when I return in the morning Rohme. But if you are here all night, at least you will have Ardy watching over you. He can be decent company, just don’t get him talking about his wife.”

“Thank you for everything Joan. I’ll repay your kindness some time.”

“That’s not necessary, just stay safe dear. Do you want me to stay with you until Ardy shows up?”

“No, that’s okay. You should get home.” She tenderly brushed her fingers through my hair before walking off, leaving me alone. The marketplace was slowly clearing out as the shadows grew very long around me. Dusk was getting close. If I hadn’t been arrested I may have been in a tavern, enjoying some wine and checking out some of the more attractive city men and women.

I watched for Private Ludwich. I also hoped that I would see a group of city guardsmen marching through the square to come and release me, or even take me to a cell. My legs and feet hurt and my back ached, and that was just half a day in the pillory, at that point a small dank cell would be a luxury.

I watched as the sky grew darker. The sun was setting. The marketplace looked quite different, empty and bathed in twilight. People were still walking down the road some distance in front of me. I saw the lamplighter make his way along the street, using the wick on his long pole to light the tall oil lamps. There were no lamps in the market square, I would be left in darkness.

I wondered if Ludwich would bring some source of light with him. He had to come soon. Anxious feelings of doubt entered my mind. He had to show up, he shook my hand, we had an agreement.

Twilight gave way to darkness. I saw the first few stars appear in the sky above me. Ludwich was late, damn him. He had to know how anxious I would be waiting for him. I hated being so reliant on someone I had just met. I had been completely self reliant since my party died. I continued to watch for the guard, he was going to show up any moment.

I had the uneasy feeling I was being watched. I intensely studied the shadows around me but couldn’t see anything. Once again, I cursed that I couldn’t see behind me. The blanket of noise from the city also made it very difficult to hear anyone approach.

Suddenly there was movement in my peripheral vision and I jumped. It was a dog. The animal walked past the platform. I could only make out its silhouette from the faint light spilling in from the lamps in the street. It looked up, regarding me for a moment and then walked on, sniffing around the market square for food scraps.

Then the boards behind me creaked as someone stepped onto the platform.

“Who’s there?” I called out.

There were more steps as the person got behind me. I felt a hand on my ass.

“Don’t!”

I heard some chuckling as he leaned forward, reaching around and getting hold of my breasts with both hands.

“Listen Asshole! There’s a city guard on his way here now. He’ll be here any moment. if you try anything, he’ll catch you in the act.”

“Yeah right,” scoffed the stranger in a gravelly voice as he fondled my breasts through my leathers.

“I mean it. The guards will catch you.” He removed his hands from my breasts and I thought I might have spooked him, but then the hands were around the front of my pants, undoing the laces. I started yelling, “HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!”

Then I could feel cold steel being pressed into the skin above my pants and the stranger growled at me, “Yeah, that’s a blade. Be quiet Bitch, or I’ll cut you up. No one’s coming to help you.”

I stopped yelling and he took the blade away and continued undoing my pants. “There is a guard coming,” I said firmly.

“Let him come then.” He yanked down my pants until they were down around my ankles and my panties soon followed. My bare ass was exposed again, and being lewdly groped by rough hands. My pulse quickened and my body was responding by quickly becoming aroused. It didn’t take much these days.

His fingers slid down under the cleft of my ass and poked into my netherlips. They pushed through and slid up inside me. I let out a soft moan as my pussy tingled and throbbed around the digits.

“Ha, you’re nice and wet for me. You really want it, don’t you?” He thrust his fingers back and forth inside me. My body shuddered and I gasped and moaned. My cunt got wetter and my juices spattered out as he fingered me. The lust I had been fighting to keep under control was taking over. Dirty thoughts filled my mind. I needed cock, I needed to be fucked.

His fingers pulled out of my soaking wet pussy and he wiped them on my tunic. Soon I felt another blunt object pressing into me and I felt a pang of excitement. The cock split my lips apart and pushed its way through. I let out a pleasurable moan as my excited pussy embraced the rigid member. It felt good, like my itchy nose being scratched, but much better.

He got a firm hold of my ass and started fucking me with quick stabbing thrusts. I moaned and gasped as I was continually bucked up against the pillory boards. I guessed it was a pretty average sized cock. It felt good rubbing along my slippery hugging cunt. More of my juices spilled out as he banged me.

This stranger had his cock deep inside me and I didn’t even know what he looked like. I imagined Kurok, the big strong orc leader. He had me spread my legs for him by the fire, then he mounted me, forcing his big organ deep into my pussy and pounding me hard. He wanted to breed me, and growled loudly as he dumped a big load of cum inside me.

The stranger squeezed my ass firmly and kept up a relentless pace as he continually thrust into me. He was obviously trying to reach his peak quickly. Soon I heard him groan and gasp as he pushed his cock even deeper. I gasped as I felt the warm wet fluid spill out inside me. He let out a blissful moan as he gave a few more slow thrusts and then pulled out.

He wiped his wet cock over my butt and I felt the cool fluids on my skin. I was still breathing heavily, my face felt hot. My pussy was soaking wet, and now it felt empty, it wanted more. There was some shuffling behind me and then the man got a firm hold of my leg.

“What are you doing?”

He didn’t say anything as I felt him pulling at my boot. “No! Don’t take them. They’re womens’ hiking boots, what the hell do you want with them?”

“Coin.” I heard him reply. I was supporting my weight with my left leg and couldn’t even kick at him as he pulled my boot off. He got hold of my other leg and pulled off the other one. “Thanks bitch,” he said as he stepped off the platform behind me.

“Hey! pull my pants up at least, you Prick!” But he was gone, disappearing as quickly as he appeared. I was left there barefooted, with my pants down and with a load of cum in my vagina. Oh shit. I could get pregnant, I was usually so careful, even when my libido was raging. Would being impregnated by a man I couldn’t even see be part of my punishment? It was so unfair.

And my boots. Their soles were worn, but they were good boots; High quality, custom made for me in Disternia. I could walk in them for days without getting blisters. I could feel the splintery wood underneath my feet.

It was that Asshole Ludwichs’ fault, where the fuck was he? Was he still going to show up? I felt vulnerable with my pants down. It would likely happen again if he didn’t show up soon. I felt both scared and excited about that.

I could do nothing but stand there in the darkness and wait. The wet skin around my crotch was cool in the night air. It was scary the way my body reacted to the rape. A little stimulation and I turned into a bitch in heat.

It was that witch Aerowyns’ doing, I was sure of it, even though the sexy little bitch denied it. I remembered her lying naked on the bed, her lithe slender body, her creamy pale skin, her flowing bright red hair. Her tight shaven pussy that tasted so good. I fucked her brains out and loved every minute. Ugh, my pussy was tingling again and begging to be plugged.

It wasn’t too long before I saw three men enter the dark market square from the road. They were heading right for me and not bothering to sneak up behind me like my previous visitor. I couldn’t see their features in the darkness, but there was a short thin man flanked by two larger men and I knew who it was.

“Fantastic, you’re still here!” said Sticky Gabbel.

“Hehe, party time!” laughed Wilks.

“There’s a guard watching over me.” I told them firmly.

“Oh really, where is he then?”

“He’ll be here any moment.” It didn’t work with the other man, and I wasn’t too confident it would scare these jerks off.

“Nah,” said Sticky. “Looks like you were left here in the dark all alone. Don’t worry, we’ll keep you company.”

“How would you like to make a thousand gold?”

“Gold eh? where is it?”

“If you guard me tonight, I’ll pay you when I get out. I swear it.”

He stepped forward and stroked his hand through my hair, “Yeah right! Wisdom of the streets Bow-girl; gold is King, promises of gold is a shit-covered beggar. Now how about a kiss?” He stooped over and pressed his lips into mine. I kept my mouth shut as his wet tongue rubbed over my lips. He pulled back and stroked his hand over my face.

The other two had moved behind me. They had some kind of light source, I could see the dim yellow light spilling out in front of me and casting long shadows. “I can see her cunt!” said Wilks excitedly. “Someone’s already had a go at her.”

“Did you have fun?” asked Sticky. He moved around behind me to have a look. I felt a hand on my backside and then another hand slipped under my ass and two fingers pushed into my pussy. My body shuddered in response and I let out a moan.

“Yeah, that’s a nice piece of twat,” said Wilks. “It’s gunna feel real nice around my dick.”

“Someone pinched her boots,” said the other thug; Brunad.

“She’s still got her armor though. That’s good quality studded leather, isn’t it, Rohme?”

“Don’t you dare. I’ll hunt you down Sticky Gabbel.” I growled. Wilks rapidly thrust his fingers into me and I let out a loud moan.

Sticky laughed, “If we don’t take it, someone else will. Just a shame the reds got yer fancy bow.” He started pulling my pants out from my ankles. More hands were on my leather jerkin working to unstrap it. I growled and protested as they stripped me of my armor. Wilks continued to finger me and my pussy tingled and got dripping wet again. He slipped his fingers out and clumsily rubbed them around my folds, looking for my clit.

I gasped and moaned as Sticky stepped around in front of me again. He held my pants in one hand and had my panties up to his face, sniffing them. “Mmm, that’s a nice scent, gives me a raging boner.” He laughed as he stretched the underwear over my head so that the soft material was sitting taught over my face and my vision was obscured. The crotch area was sitting over my nose and I could smell my strong musty scent of sweat and pussy juices. Sticky laughed at me again, “Hahaha, suits you.” My face was hot behind my panties and I grit my teeth. That Asshole was having fun humiliating me, and there was nothing I could do.

I heard him step off the platform in front of me. Brunad had my jerkin open and was pulling it off. My large breasts hung underneath, and I felt the cool night air on my skin as I was stripped completely naked, well, except for my panties over my head. I could feel my nipples sticking out erect.

Wilks stopped rubbing my pussy and kicked my legs apart. He shuffled into position behind me and I felt his meaty cock rubbing over my wet slit. My pussy throbbed in anticipation. The thick member split my lips apart and pushed its way in deep. I moaned loudly as my tingling cunt was filled again. This cock felt thicker than the last one.

He left his member wedged deep inside my body for a moment. I could feel his soft hairy balls pressing up against me. “Ah yeah! That pussy feels fuckin’ great!” Hands were over my naked breasts, lustily kneading and groping them. Wilks got hold of my hips and pulled his cock back before thrusting it in deep again. He got into a steady rhythm, fucking me with strong deep thrusts that bucked me forward.

I gasped and moaned into my panties as he fucked me. My body was responding to the stimulation with overpowering lust again. My pussy throbbed with intense pleasure and I just wanted to be fucked harder, deeper and faster. I felt like such a kurv.

The big hands continued to grope at my tits. I felt a rough wet tongue rub over my skin. Brunad had gotten underneath me and had brought his head to my chest. His lips sealed around my left nipple and he sucked. It was a strange pleasurable sensation and only served to fire up my desires even more as I was banged from behind.

I heard a loud bang as something was dropped down in front of me. “You’re loving it, aren’t you, Slut?” teased Sticky. “I bet you love sucking dick too.” He pulled the panties away from my face. He was standing in front of me and I could see in the dim light that he was stroking his average-sized erection. I looked down and saw that he had placed a small wooden crate in front of me. He stepped up onto it and his crotch was right in front of my face.

“Perfect,” said Sticky cheerfully. He got hold of his cock and rubbed it over my cheek. I took in the strong, masculine smell of his crotch. In my highly aroused state, the hard cock sticking in my face looked very tempting. When he moved his dick to my lips, I readily opened up and took it into my mouth. I sealed my lips around the meaty shaft and began sucking.

“Ooh yeah, good girl. I was right, you do love that, don’t you?” He slowly bobbed his member back and forth in my sucking mouth. My tongue rubbed around the head and I could taste his mild precum. I wished I had my hands free, I knew how to use them well when giving head, stroking his shaft and rubbing his balls.

I had one man fucking my face while another ploughed into my wet pussy and another man was underneath me groping and sucking my tits. I was losing myself to the carnal pleasure, and loving it.

Sticky moaned with pleasure as I sucked on his hard dick. He ran his fingers through my hair as he thrust into my face. Now and then his cockhead poked into the back of my throat, making me gag. He pulled out from my sucking mouth and let out a loud slurping sound, then he brought it forward and I took it in again.

I sucked for a while longer and he pulled out again. He stepped down off the crate and moved around behind me, “Give me a go at that pussy.”

“Yeah, awright,” said Wilks. He gave a few more fast thrusts and pulled out of me.

“Go and watch for reds, Brunad.”

“Why me?”

“Just fuckin’ do it, dickhead. You’ll get a piece, the slut aint going anywhere.”

He let out a growl and stopped sucking and groping my tits and moved out from beneath me. It was a brief pause in the action as I caught my breath. Then Sticky got behind and shoved his cock into me with one hard thrust.

“Ah yesss, that’s really wet.” He reached forward and fondled my boobs as he started jerking his cock forward with short fast strokes. Brunad walked off toward the road and Wilks stepped around in front of the pillory.

He put his finger on my lips, “Yer gunna give me a good suck too, aren’t ya?” He got up on the crate and I could see his thick wet cock as it was shoved in my face. I opened my mouth and took it in. I could taste my own juices as I sucked him off.

Sticky stopped groping my tits and started ramming his cock into me harder. I could hear the wet slapping sound as he fucked me. It felt so good, I could feel the carnal pleasure tightening down inside me. I just wished that I could slip my hand down and rub my clit to help it along. Wilks thrust into my sucking mouth like Sticky did.

I then felt a wet finger pushing down the cleft of my butt. It prodded at my puckered opening and I shuddered. The finger continued to rub around my anus as the cock pumped my wet pussy. Then it pushed into me and my sphincter opened up, hugging the invading digit. Sticky wriggled his finger around in my tight ass and I moaned around the thick cock.

“Like that, eh slut? I’m gunna sample all your treasures. Hehehe.” His cock slipped back out of my saturated pussy and he moved his finger around in my clenching hole before pulling it out.

“Yeah, go on Sticky, fuck her up the ass!” encouraged Wilks.

I felt the fat cockhead prodding at my netherhole and braced myself. I was no stranger to anal, I knew it was going to hurt. Sticky pushed his cock forward and my little pucker resisted the invasion. Slowly, the fat cockhead stretched my tight sphincter open and my mind registered the sharp pain. The tip suddenly sunk into my rectum and my hole was painfully stretched around the thick shaft. I squealed and gasped around Wilks’ cock.

Sticky pushed it in deeper and I felt the shaft slide through my squeezing ring until the whole thing was wedged deep inside me. He grabbed my cheeks, spreading them apart and pulled his cock back again. I heard him let out an animalistic groan as he started giving deep hard thrusts into my clenching ass. I was making muffled moans as I sucked on Wilks’ cock.

The cock felt like it had gotten much bigger now it was poking up my ass. My anus wasn’t nearly as wet and slippery as my pussy and there was more friction as the member banged into me. The sensation was intense. Once again I bemoaned the fact I didn’t have a hand free so that I could rub and finger my cunt while my tight ass was getting fucked.

I was being bucked up against the pillory boards and found it hard to focus on sucking the cock that was in my mouth. Above me, Wilks started panting and groaning louder. That was the only warning I got before my mouth was suddenly filled with cum. I opened my mouth and let it spill out as Wilks groaned and spurted more of it into me.

He pulled his cock out and I spat the thick fluid out and it ran down my chin. Wilks looked down at me and laughed, “Aw, you spitting it out? I thought I’d feed you. Didn’t want you going hungry while you were locked up there, hahaha.”

Sticky was still slapping his cock into my ass, “She doesn’t like the taste of you Wilks.”

“Maybe she’ll like the taste of your dick after it’s been up her ass.”

“hehe, maybe she will.” Wilks rubbed his wet cock over my face and then pressed it into my lips. I opened up and took it in again. The taste of cum wasn’t so bad, but I didn’t like the idea of doing ass to mouth. He withdrew his dick from my mouth and stepped down from the crate. I spat out some more cum, and felt the fluids dribbling down my chin.

Sticky continued to bang my tight hole. I relaxed my sphincter and stopped it from clenching. The sharp pain and friction had subsided somewhat. I could feel his cockhead prodding deep inside me. Wilks got beside me and casually groped at my tits.

Soon Sticky started groaning and slowing his thrusts. His cock pulled all the way out, and my squeezing hole released it with a plop. He quickly moved around in front of me and got up on the crate. He grabbed his hard cock and pressed it into my lips. I kept my mouth closed.

“Come on Bitch, open up for me.”

“I’ll get her complyin’,” said Wilks. He squeezed my nipple between his fingers and twisted it. I felt the sharp pain and squealed and Sticky pushed his dick into my mouth. I pressed my teeth down into his meaty rod to show my displeasure, without biting him hard.

“Don’t be stupid, Slut!” said Sticky. “We can make you suffer.” I knew I was at their mercy. I sealed my lips around the shaft and sucked. There was a slight bitter taste and I was grossed out. “Good girl.”

I didn’t suck him for very long before he was breathing heavily and groaning. I thought he was going to cum in my mouth like Wilks did, but he quickly pulled out and was jerking his cock furiously in front of me. He groaned loudly as ropes of warm cum spurted out onto my face. Some of the cum spurted between my eyes and ran down over my nose and lips. I screwed my face up and Sticky laughed at me.

“Ha, now you know why they call me Sticky, Bitch.”

Brunad was walking up behind him, “I thought it was because of that time you were locked in the pillory and those guys come and–“

“Shut up!” snapped Sticky. “Did you see any reds?” he asked, stepping down from the crate.

“None. It’s unusually quiet.” He walked around behind me. “I’m gunna get some now. Did you guys ass-fuck her?”

“I did. She loved it. Didn’t you, Rohme?”

I didn’t answer him. I could feel the cum running down my hot face. I wished that I was able to wipe it off. Brunad got up behind me and gave my ass a few hard slaps. I soon felt his hard cock press into my little opening. It pushed forward and my ring stretched open as my ass was painfully penetrated again. He wedged his cock in deep, it felt bigger than Stickys’.

“Ahh, yeah! That’s nice ass.” He grabbed my hips and started fucking me with hard deep strokes. I let out a series of moans as I was roughly sodomised. His balls slapped against my wet cunt as he ploughed my rectum. My body was still hot and excited, despite the pain and discomfort. My pussy buzzed and pulsed, I really wanted to be fucked there again. The anal sex alone wouldn’t get me off. I wasn’t going to reach my peak and that frustrated me.

Sticky and Wilks waited around, touching and teasing me as I was fucked. After a while Brunad growled as he wedged his cock in deep and spurt his cum into my ass. He gave a few more slow thrusts, letting my tight hole milk him off and then he pulled out again.

“Let’s get out of here,” said Sticky. “No need to thank us baby, we had a good time too. And I like your generous gift.” He held up my leathers.

“Can you get me some water, and wipe my face?” I asked.

“I can’t be bothered. You’ll get more gentlemen callers through the night, no doubt. Ask them. See you later, Slut, have a fun night.”

“Fuck you!” I growled angrily.

“What, again? If you’re still here tomorrow night.” The three of them laughed as they walked off.

I grit my teeth in anger. Those bastards enjoyed humiliating me, and raping and stealing from me. I’d make them pay.

I was left alone in the darkness again. Now I was stark naked. I had a horrible taste in my mouth and I could feel the cum on my face, and I couldn’t do anything about it.

The three of them had barely left when I heard the boards creaking behind me. There was someone else there. A hand landed on my ass. He must have been watching from the shadows, waiting for those three to finish with me. I didn’t bother to say anything as he shuffled into position behind me. His cock rubbed over my wet pussy and then moved up to my ass. It forced its way into my tight hole and soon the stranger was grunting and breathing heavily as he butt-fucked me.

I moaned softly as I took it. I was sore, stiff, defiled and humiliated, yet I was still highly aroused and getting pleasure from the organ rubbing up inside my body. I could taste cum and smell it, feel it running over my lips and dripping off my chin. I could also feel it dripping out of my cunt and spreading out inside my ass as the thick rod thrust into me.

He reached forward and grabbed my tits as he continued to bang me. It went on for a while until he gasped and shuddered and I felt more cum spill out into my rectum. He quickly pulled out of my ravaged hole and stepped off the platform. The mysterious stranger vanished as quickly as he appeared, without ever saying a word.

I could feel the warm cum dribbling out of my sore anus. I had also been in considerable discomfort from my full bladder, made worse by the fucking. I was naked and defiled, there was no harm in releaving myself. I spread my legs and let the stream of piss flow onto the platform beneath me and splash around my feet. At least I felt a little better alleviating that discomfort.

I had given up hope that Private Ludwich would show up. Damn him to hell. Brunad didn’t see any city guards while he was keeping lookout. “Unusually quiet,” he had said. There had to be a reason for it. I pondered that as I waited in the darkness.

I didn’t wait too long before I had company again. I could hear them approaching me this time, I thought there were two sets of heavy footsteps. “Ah, grand, they did leave her ‘ere for the night.” I recognised a dwarven accent.

“She’s been stripped naked. The lass had some good gear on ‘er. Told ye we should have gotten ‘ere earlier.”

“Aye, well she’s the prettiest thing I’ve seen put in the boards. We can still have some fun, Barris.”

“You gibbering smudge-rubber! I told ye not to use me name!”

“What does it matter? Scared of a human woman, are ye?”

“I was watching her after they put her in today. Got dangerous eyes this one, and that kind of armor aint for paradin’ around in.”

“Ha! You are scared of her, you milk-drinkin’ pixie. That’s fuckin’ funny!”

“Ye shut the fuck up! Ye witless lice-ridden stench kow!”

I decided to take advantage of this situation, “You should be scared. I’ll hunt you down, Barris the dwarf.”

“Ah, shit on legs!”

“Hahaha!” laughed the other.

I spoke up again, “Get me out of here and I’ll make it worth your while.”

“No, fuck this. I don’t need this kind of trouble. I’m getting out of here. I didn’t touch you, monkey bitch.”

“Yer a snotling-fondlin’ beard-shavin’ sissy, Barris!” called the other dwarf. The boards creaked as he stepped up on the platform behind me.

“I meant it dwarf. Help me out and I’ll reward you with gold. Take advantage of me and I’ll reward you with an arrow.”

“I aint no fairy-pussy like him, lass, and I aint no troll-brain to believe yer empty promises. I am as horny as a spring minotaur though.” His heavy hand slapped against my ass and groped at it. His fat fingers were probing around my slimy asshole. “Yer treasure holes’ been plundered a few times already, eh? Ye won’t mind a bit more plunderin’ then, will ya?”

“You are a fool.”

“Yer the dumb breeder locked up in the boards.” He stepped around and reached forward and got hold of the crate in front of me, then dragged it back. I only got a brief glimpse of his arm in the darkness. He settled the crate behind me and then stepped up onto it.

He groped at my buttocks with both hands and then I felt his turgid member rubbing up between them. One of his rough hands was removed, and then I could feel his fat netherrod prodding into my asshole and pushing forward. My sore hole was stretched open and penetrated once again. I groaned as the dwarf wedged his organ into my ass. It was short and broad, like the dwarven body, and I was stretched wide around his shaft.

“Aaah, yeah! Ye aint nothin’ to be afraid of. I’m gunna mine out yer tight huggin’ flesh tunnel with me hefty rock hammer, ye plump piece of over-breedin’ fuck-meat!”

He started ramming his thick rod into me with hard steady thrusts. I felt the wiry bush of pubic hair brush against my skin and his heavy hairy balls slap against my pussy with each thrust. The dwarf made loud grunts and groans and other strange noises as he fucked me.

I just grit my teeth and took the fervid violation. The pain subsided after a while and I was feeling hot and flushed as my pussy tingled wildly. The dwarven cock wasn’t penetrating as deeply, but I could certainly feel my stretched ring rubbing over the bulky, veiny shaft. It seemed to go on for a while, I was wondering when he would finish, but he just continued to grunt and groan, enjoying himself as he hammered into my sore ass.

Eventually he started groaning louder. “Aaaagh fuck! Yer gunna catch all me mushroom squirt fuck-snot now, ye full-bloomin’ pork-lover!…nnngh!” He wedged his bulky member in and I felt it throb as his cum spurted into me. I was relieved that he had finally peaked. The dwarven cock slid out and I could feel my asshole gaping and cum spilling out after it.

The dwarf stepped down off the crate and then wiped his cock on my leg. “Ahh, that was grand. Ol’ Barris missed out. I’ll be sure to rub it in how fuckin’ good yer little cock-squeezer was, and how much of a hanky-wavin’ pussy he is.” He gave my ass a hard slap and I felt more cum dribble out of my violated hole. “Ye have yourself a good night now, breeder.” he said as he stepped off the platform and walked away.

That was six men who had violated me now. My threats and offers of gold were going unheeded. I was just a helpless woman in the pillory, to be taken advantage of.

I didn’t know how late it was. I looked up and could see The Archer in the night sky. I always considered that to be my constellation, ever since I was able to show my brothers up with my bow skills back at my fathers’ farm. I hoped that the stars would grant me strength to endure my unjust punishment.

The cacophony of city noise was still all around me. There was a chill in the night air, I could feel it on my naked skin, particularly where I was wet with bodily fluids. The cum still dribbled out of my ass and ran over my pussy and down my legs. I waited in the darkness again, straining to listen for another man sneaking up behind me. Not that I was able to do anything about it.

Soon another man came. I heard his footsteps on the cobbled ground before he stepped up on the platform behind me. He got beside me and chuckled as he groped at my tits. I heard him breathing heavily and muttering to himself as he molested me. I didn’t bother to say anything. His fingers pinched at my nipples and darts of pain shot into my mind, making me yelp. The Prick found that quite amusing.

Soon he pulled his hands away from my breasts and moved back around behind me. I heard him drag the crate aside. He got up behind me and started rubbing his hard cock around my sore wet asshole. “Heh, how many men have got up here already? You dirty whore!”

He pushed his cock deep into my ass and got a tight grip of my hips. I was being violently bucked up against the pillory boards again as he fucked me with deep hard thrusts. I could feel the cum splattering out of my hole as the thick member ploughed into me.

“So this is where we can get the free pussy, eh?” came another mans’ voice behind me.

“Ungh, it aint her pussy I’m enjoying…ahh…unnn.”

“Yeah? Bangin’ her bumhole, eh? She’s not bein’ too noisy about it.”

“The slut likes it. Ungh…don’t you Bitch? She’s got nice big tits too.”

The other man got up on the platform and grabbed at my tits. “Ooh, yeah, she does…nice!”

I just grit my teeth and breathed heavily as I was fucked and groped by the two strangers. My nipples were still tender from being pinched and the rough groping hurt. The cum continued to run down my leg. Now my shoulders were getting quite sore from being bucked up against the solid wood boards. There was movement in my peripheral vision, I turned my head and saw another dark heavy-set figure heading toward me.

“Hehe, enjoying the pillory whore, eh fellas?” came another deep voice.

“Yeah, seen her here earlier,” said the man squeezing my tits. “Pretty brown-skinned lass with a nice curvy body. Been spreading lies about the King, apparently.”

“What, did she say he was tall and handsome? Hahaha.” The big man walked around in front of me. I could only see that he was fat and bearded in the darkness. He brushed his finger over my lips, “I can think of better things you can do with yer mouth than tell lies about King Fuck-wad. Hey, pass over that crate, will ya?”

The hands came off my tits and the small crate was dragged forward again. The big man pulled the crate in front of me and stepped up on it. He dropped his pants and started rubbing his half-erect member over my face. It smelt bad, did this fat prick ever wash?

He put his dick on my lips, “Suck it down, Slut.” I obediently opened my mouth and took it in. It had a horrible taste, worse than Stickys’ cock after it had been up my ass. It got larger and harder in my mouth, but still wasn’t a very big dick. His smelly thick bush of pubic hair brushed against my lips and his balls slapped on my chin as he bobbed his cock into my sucking mouth.

The man behind me groaned louder and started rapidly thrusting up into me. He wedged his hard cock right in and blew another load of cum deep inside my ass. The spent member then slipped out of my sore wet hole.

I continued to suck on the gross cock as my legs were kicked apart and another man got behind me. I felt a blunt cockhead rub over my wet slit and then push up into my cunt. Finally, my sore asshole was getting a break. The cock felt pretty big as it filled me up. My wet pussy tingled and pulsed in response.

He started fucking me with fast thrusts and I moaned around the cock in my face. My pussy was really responding to the fucking, it throbbed with carnal pleasure. Even my clit seemed to pulse, I really wanted to rub it. More hands got hold of my boobs, I didn’t know if it was the guy fucking me, or someone else.

I sucked hard on the dick and the fat guy gasped and groaned above me. Suddenly the cock throbbed and cum filled my mouth. I opened my mouth and tried to spit it out, but it was hard with the cock still wedged in my face. It soon pulled out and the man stepped down off the crate.

I threw my head back and moaned. Warm cum dribbled down my chin. My hot pussy felt good as it was vigorously rubbed by the hard cock. I could feel the intense coil of pleasure tightening down inside me again. I opened my eyes and saw the silhouette of a figure some distance in front of me, near the road. It looked like a slender woman, with long hair and long flowing robes.

Aerowyn?…Was I seeing things?

Then another body stepped up on the crate in front of me, obscuring my vision. A hard cock pressed into my lips and I took it in, sealing my lips around the shaft and sucking. The pleasure deep inside me was building, I was heading for a powerful climax. Then I felt warm wetness spread out in my tingling pussy and the cock stopped thrusting, he had reached his peak before me.

The cock pulled out from me, and my fluttering pussy felt empty again. I needed it back inside, I needed to cum. Another man stepped up behind me and I eagerly spread my legs for him. His rigid cock rubbed up the cleft of my butt and then around my asshole. I tried to lift my ass up, to get his cock to my eager pussy, but he grabbed my butt, spreading the cheeks apart and pushing into my little hole.

The thick rod speared into my anus and I let out a frustrated groan around the cock in my mouth. My pussy tingled and pulsed and leaked cum as my backside was roughly fucked again. The pleasure deep inside me was no longer building, I was so close to climax, and now I wasn’t going to get there. If I didn’t have the cock in my mouth, I would yell out and demand he fuck my pussy.

He just continued to slam into my ass with hard thrusts, and my frustrated body was getting further and further away from the powerful orgasm I needed. Once again, I cursed not having a hand free, and I cursed these perverts for only wanting to bugger me.

The cock pulled out of my face and I made a wet slurping sound as it left my lips. He jerked his cock in front of me, before letting out a growl and spurting more thick warm ropes of cum onto my hot face.

As soon as he got down from the crate I looked back toward the road and scanned the dark area. The woman was gone. It couldn’t have been Aerowyn. She wouldn’t be here. I was seeing things, it must have just been another woman passing by.

I was being bucked up against the boards as my sore ass was roughly fucked. the warm cum was running down my face and dribbling off my chin. Soon another man came around in front of me and stepped up onto the crate. I groaned. My jaw was sore from all the cock sucking, and I had a horrible taste in my mouth, I really needed a drink of water. But when he pushed his half-erect dick into my face, I parted my lips and took it in. I sucked as it swelled and stiffened. Hands were groping at my tits again, and I could hear the man behind me moan with pleasure as he ploughed into my ass.

“Hey buddy, get in line like the rest of us!” someone called out behind me.

“I’m just checking her out.”

There was a line? How many men were there? I got a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. This was bad. The cock started thrusting up my ass even faster and then he groaned loudly as another load of cum was released into my ass. It pulled out and the cum spilled out of my gaping hole and ran down my leg.

It didn’t take long for another man to get behind me and spear his cock into my sore wet ass. I groaned again as I sucked on the cock. It wouldn’t be as bad if they were fucking my pussy more. My arousal had died down, giving way to soreness and fatigue and feelings of utter debasement.

It was just like that night at Fort Nikes. I had no choice but to endure the endless sexual assault. Merciless violations brought upon my body. That was deep in the wilderness, where I was surrounded by orc savages. This was in the middle of a “civilized” area. Our kingdoms’ capital, where its people are supposed to be under the protection of the law.

City men were worse than orcs.

On and on it went. I was taking cock after cock in my mouth and ass, and now and then in my cunt. I was getting so tired, stiff and sore. I had no idea of the time, but it must have gone on into the early hours of the morning.

Eventually I was standing there in the limply in the pillory, there was a wet slapping sound as the stranger fucked my ravaged asshole. I barely noticed when he came and pulled out. More cum ran down my leg. Then he was gone and no one took his place. I was finally left alone.

My ass, back, jaw and legs were aching. My face and hair were covered in sticky cum. My holes were filled with cum and leaking, I could feel it running down my legs and pooling under my feet. My breasts were sore from their constant manhandling. I was so tired, but I couldn’t rest. Every time I drifted off and my legs went weak and faltered, the wooden boards bit into my neck and wrists, jerking me awake.

The hours crawled by. I was wet and shivering there in the darkness. The constant noise of the city had died down a little in the early hours of the morning, but was still there. …

Eventually I looked up and saw the sky begin to brighten. Dawn was finally starting to break. The arduous night was finally over. The daylight would offer me protection, but the violations were already brought upon me. Now I was worried about more humiliation, being on public display after being stripped naked and repeatedly ravished and defiled. It would be obvious to anyone who saw me–I had been turned into a public cum-dump.

I shifted my weight again, feeling puddle of gooey cum under my bare feet. It had dried up and coated my ass and inner thighs, and my face. It felt gross. I was filthy. Gradually, the market square got lighter and lighter around me as the sun rose.

I saw a few people walking down the street ahead of me. Someone came into the market square and was approaching me. I saw that it was woman in her middle years, carrying bolts of cloth over her shoulder, likely heading to one of the shops. She saw me and a look of shock registered on her face. She stared at me for a few moments and then walked away quickly.

I waited a while longer, and then I saw a city guard enter the market square. He approached me at a brisk pace. When he got close enough, I could see that it was Private Ludwich. A flash of anger went through me, my fists and teeth clenched. He stopped an looked at me with a horrified look on his face. I saw him mouth the words, “Oh shit!”

“Where…were you!” I said angrily.

“I…I’m sorry! I don’t know what happened.”

“You don’t know?!” I growled.

“Wait there,” he said, walking away. He was clearly flustered.

‘Wait there?!’ that wasn’t fucking funny. He soon returned with a pail of water and a cloth rag. “Hold on, I’ll wash your face.” The water was freezing as he splashed it over my face, it woke me up with a jolt.

“Can I have some to drink?” He carefully held the wooden pale up to my mouth and took a gulp. I sloshed the water around in my mouth and then spat it out. I was glad to finally be getting the horrible taste out of my mouth. I took some more in my mouth and drank it down. He wiped my face with the cloth. I looked up at Ludwich with furious eyes, “Where were you?”

He looked deeply ashamed, and couldn’t even look me in the eyes, “I was going to come back here, I swear. I got off duty and went home to have supper before returning here. Then…”

“Then what?”

“My wife said she found me asleep at the table. She couldn’t wake me. …That never happens to me. I wasn’t that tired.”

“Then what the hell happened?”

He just shook his head, then walked off again. I found it all hard to process, especially in my exhausted state. Was he even telling the truth? And what about the lack of guard patrols last night?

He soon returned again and I heard him get up behind me. I shuddered as I remembered all the strange men getting up behind me in the darkness. Then I gasped as I felt the cold water splash over my bare ass. More water splashed on my skin washing away the sticky, flaky coating of cum. I shivered uncontrollably as he started wiping me down with the cloth.

“Wh…what about the guard patrols last night?” I asked.

“What about them?”

“There were none. Dozens of rapists were here having a party with my ass and there were none to be seen. Why is that?” I flinched as the rough material wiped over my tender pussy and ass.

“I don’t know. There should have been some coming by here.”

“Did the King order them away?”

“I don’t know. I only woke up not long ago, and came straight here.” I felt him wrap some more material around my chest and butt, covering me up. I felt a little warmer, but still shivered. He stepped around in front of me again. I could see that he had removed the red cape from his uniform, that was what he had around me.

He looked down at me somberly, “I’m very sorry…I’ll get you some more clothes.”

“Find out what happened.” I said firmly. He nodded once and walked away again. I felt a little better being cleaned up and covered. My ass was still sore as hell.

The sun continued to rise, I looked over at the castle and saw the first rays of light shining on its walls. The chill in the air still hung around, my wet hair clung to my face and was freezing. Soon some merchants started coming into the market square, those who wanted to get an early start to the days’ trade. I could see them looking over at me, clad in only the red cape. They chattered amongst themselves. It was obvious I had been left here overnight, and what had happened to me. They soon stopped staring at me and went about unloading their hand cart and setting up their stalls.

Slowly more people came into the marketplace. The blanketing noise of the city started to pick up again as the new day began. I just wanted to lie flat on my back and sleep. I just wanted to get out of that fucking pillory. I dropped my head and stared blankly at the ground in front of me.

When I looked up again I saw Joan. The woman was looking at me with a horrified expression on her round wrinkled face. “What happened?!” I just looked at her, she stepped forward and stroked her hand gently through my wet hair, “You poor dear, were you left here all night unguarded? What the hell happened to Ardy?!”

“He said he fell asleep,” I said bitterly.

A look of anger flashed across her face, “That useless, pathetic, idiotic …worm! I’ll give him what for. Was it that Sticky Gabbel and his good-for-nothing lackeys?”

It was a lot of men. “It doesn’t matter.” I told her.

“Pathetic, cowardly turds, abusing a helpless woman. They need have their cocks cut off and shoved up their ass!” Then she looked down at me sympathetically, “You poor thing. Is there anything I can do for you?”

I looked up at her, “Can you pick a lock?”

She shook her head slowly, “Hang in there dear, they will have to let you out of there today. This is inhuman…Are you worried about pregnancy?”

I slowly nodded my head.

“Well I may be able to help. I’ll be back soon.” She turned and walked away as Private Ludwich was entering the market square again. I saw her storm over toward him and start angrily accosting him. Ludwich seemed to be mostly just taking her abuse though, not defending himself too stoutly. Then she stormed away from him and he slowly walked over to me.

He had some folded up brown material in his hands. “I got you some clothes,” he said as he stepped forward. It looked to be a simple brown dress. He got behind me and pulled it up over my legs and unwrapped his cape and pulled it around my torso before tying it up at the back. It was a little tight around my tender breasts, and I was sure my cleavage bulged out of the front of it. “Oh, I didn’t realise the hemline was so high.” I heard him say.

“How high is it?”

“Uh, it’s not so bad.” But I could feel the chill air on my thighs and crotch. The dress must have been quite short.

“Did you get me some underwear?”

“No, sorry.” Oh great, I’m a public spectacle and he had got me a tight skimpy dress to wear, without any panties. “It seems that half the citys’ garrison has come down with food poisoning,” he told me.

“Poisoning?!” It sent a chill through me. I remembered briefly seeing the mysterious woman last night. The woman I immediately thought was Aerowyn. Could it be?

“A lot of guards are violently ill, with diarrhoea and vomiting. It was why patrols were severely cut back last night. The King has thrown the entire kitchen staff into the dungeons. They’re claiming that it was a shipment of contaminated fish. I don’t know if my blacking out is related, I didn’t eat any of the fish.”

“Could it be a deliberate attack on the city? Perhaps by a mage proficient with poisons?”

“Why do you think it’s a mage?”

I took a deep breath as he finished tying up my dress, “Just speculating.”

“The King has his own powerful mages. I’m sure he’ll be on top of it.”

I had a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. What if the King wasn’t the target? “When am I going to be let out of here? Haven’t I been punished enough?”

He walked back around in front of me and looked down at me solemnly, “Sorry, that’s not for me to say. I swear I’ll do all I can to make sure no harm comes to you again though. I really am sorry for what you had to go through.”

I was more worried about what would come if I stayed there.

“Is there anything else I can get you? Are you hungry?”

“No.”

“I need to go and report for duty. I’ll be around.” He turned and walked away with his red cape bundled in his arm.

More merchants were coming into the marketplace and setting up their stalls. Carts were going around and workers were unloading crates and barrels. An ugly bearded man walked by, looking at me and grinning. Probably one of the pack who had raped me last night.

Soon Joan had returned to me. “Here luv, I have something for you.” She held up a small blue potion bottle. “It’s a morning-after potion. You won’t have to worry about catching.”

“Thank you Joan.” She uncorked it and held it to my lips and I drank it down. It had a very strange tangy bitter taste, not very pleasant, and hard to swallow down with my unsettled stomach. But I drank it all.

I felt strange. My body started to tingle all over. I could particularly feel it in my sore ass. Then the constant soreness, stiffness and fatigue began to fade away. It was a feeling I was familiar with. The fog of fatigue lifted from my mind and I felt re-energised. I looked up at Joan with much brighter eyes. Even my back didn’t hurt any more.

She smiled down at me, “Feeling better dear?”

“That’s a healing and rejuvenation potion.”

“As well as a morning-after potion, yes.”

“Brews like that don’t come cheap.”

She shrugged, “Not normally, but I know someone.”

“Thank you again, Joan. I owe you so much.”

“Is there anything else I can do for you?”

I just shook my head.

“If they don’t let you out of here today, I’ll march to the castle and demand it of the King myself. I’ll be around if you need me.” She walked away and went about setting up her market stall. The sun was higher in the sky now and its rays were peaking over the city wall. Thank the gods for Joan Fretta, my ass and back weren’t bothering me any more, and I felt awake again.

The morning moved on and the market was once again in full swing. Private Ludwich hadn’t returned yet. I was attracting stares again and hushed chattering that was no doubt about me.

An ugly, pudgy woman in a brown frock came over and spat in my face, “Filthy whore!” She then turned and strode off. What the hell was her problem? Did she think I had any choice, locked up in those boards? I made an annoyed growl as the spit ran down my face.

Several men were looking my way and grinning. It was likely they were there last night, waiting in line to get a piece of me. That made me angry as well, that they can just go about their business, like nothing happened. I saw a dwarf with a bushy red beard who was deliberately not looking my way, and I wondered if it was Barris, or his friend who sodomized me. It was likely, there weren’t a lot of dwarves about.

Then someone stepped up on the platform and grabbed my ass. “Hey!” I called out. I heard a laugh and then saw Sticky Gabbel walk around.

“It’s okay sweetheart, it’s only me,” he said grinning. “I love yer new threads. Easy access to your fuck-holes.” He took a bite of an apple he was holding.

“You got some nerve. I’ll have you arrested, you rapist scumbag.”

“Hehe, how’s yer ass? Heard it got plenty of attention last night. Had everyone linin’ up for the ride. Good thing I got in early.”

I grit my teeth in anger as I glared at him.

“Dirty little slut like you would have loved it. I found out why you were so upset ’bout us taking yer armor. We took it to a fence, and when he was appraising it, he found out it had a little enchantment, didn’t he?”

An enchantment? That was news to me.

“He had a scroll that cast Identify on it. Found out that it was an arousal charm. Dirty slut, you were going around in leathers that kept yer pussy soaking wet, weren’t you?”

My mouth gaped. Oh my gods! Aerowyn! I thought the witch had cast something on me. It was my leathers the whole time. She had shown up after that night at Fort Nikes, after all the orcs were poisoned. She must have done it then. Damn, why didn’t I think that it could have been my leathers?

“Got a decent price for it, I guess. That Prick is always lookin’ to rip me off. He reckons the enchantment isn’t much help for combat armor, but there’s gotta be some frigid bitch who wants it, right?” He looked up, “Ah shit, gotta go Bow Girl. I hope yer still here tonight, Me and the lads’ll fuck your dirty holes again.” He reached under me and squeezed my right breast before disappearing.

Then I saw Private Ludwich walking through the market square toward me. His red cape was draped around his shoulders again. He stopped in front of me, “Is everything all right Rohme?”

I nodded, and he continued walking on.

Two young boys were running about and playing nearby, they looked to be around five or six years. One of them was carrying a small wooden sword. He ran up onto the platform and got behind me. He struck the back of my legs, “Take that, nasty bugbear!”

“Hey cut it out!” I called sternly as I kicked my leg. He just laughed and kept at it. His little friend came up and joined him. “You look like little goblins. It’s quite easy to run a blade through a goblins’ head, you know.”

“You fought goblins?” asked the boy.

“I fought lots of things.”

They stopped whacking me and came around in front to look at my face. “Have you ever fought a troll?” I had, unfortunately, I had been fucked by one as well.

“I killed a troll in the Longshank Mountains.”

“All by yourself?” said the boy in wonderment.

“Liar! That’s why she’s in there, because she’s a liar.” said the other boy.

I ignored him, “No, not by myself. I killed it with my party.”

“Your an adventurer? I’m an adventurer too! Did your party have a big strong warrior, like I’m gunna be?”

“Yes, his name was Strafe. Really big and strong, and you wouldn’t find anyone more skilled with a broadsword.”

“I’m gunna be a mighty wizard,” said the other boy.

“You can’t do any magic,” said his friend.

“Shut up, yes I can!”

The boy looked back at me with his big blue eyes, “Tell us ’bout the time your party fought the troll…or I’ll strike you down.”

I let out a sigh, I didn’t have anything better to do. “Okay…It was several years ago, when my party was up north, travelling through the mountain passes into Disternia…” The children sat down and listened with interest as I told the story. I did my best to tone down the sex and violence, despite their encouragement for more detail.

Another young man was walking by and stopped and listened. Then a couple came and stood within earshot. I just continued to tell my tale, with little embellishment. I just told it how I remembered it, and my audience was listening with interest. People looked over and wondered what was going on, they wandered over and stood around to listen to me talk.

“…My quiver was running out of arrows, most of them were stuck in the enraged beast. It’s lumpy head looked like a porcupine. I took my time and lined up the shot, waiting for it to stop moving around so much. Finally I loosed my bow and the arrow struck its eye, making it let out a thunderous roar. Sierra cast entangle on the trolls’ feet and it came crashing down hard, causing the ground to shake. Strafe dodged its wildly swinging arm and raised his huge sword high before bringing it down, cleaving the monsters’ skull apart. Then the big swordsman collapsed to the ground. Cordelia rushed over to heal his badly wounded side. The trolls’ huge legs thrashed about wildly as it died.”

“What’s a porky-pine?” asked the boy.

“See, it was the big strong warrior who killed it,” said the other.

“No, we all worked together to kill it.” I said.

“It’s all made up,” said an old man standing nearby. “She’s no adventurer, she looks like a trollop.”

“Shut the hell up!” another man snapped. “That was great. Five stars.”

“Tell us another story,” said the boy sitting in front of me.

“Yeah, tell us another one,” said a woman standing behind him.

“Seriously, when is the next one coming?” said an anonymous commenter.

I looked around at the small crowd of people. They were looking at me differently now. Not with disgust, or pity or morbid curiosity. I considered that getting a crowd on my side could be my means of getting out of there.

“Well, have you heard of the demon attacks on the city ten years ago?”

“Yeah,” said the boy, “My Pa told me about it. They destroyed the cathedral.”

“They destroyed lots of things. It was my party who put a stop to them.” The people around me seemed to be listening with interest and I began telling the story. More and more people came over to listen. Private Ludwich came up while I was speaking and stood beside me. The crowd grew as I talked, as more people came over to see what was going on.

Eventually I finished my story. A man started clapping, soon others joined in, and I had the whole crowd applauding me. It was a strange feeling. The applause died down and the boy in front of me spoke up, “It was the wizard who saved the day that time, he sent them back to Hell.”

“Idiot, it was the wizard who summoned them in the first place,” said his friend. “It was her party who saved the day.”

“They saved our city,” said a woman. She snarled at Ludwich, “You should be ashamed, putting a hero like that in the pillory on some trumped up charge!”

“I’d let her out if I could,” said Ludwich defensively. “It’s the Kings’ decree.”

“To Hell with the god-damned King!” called out a man, and others cheered their agreement.

Then Joan came forward and offered me a drink of water from her cup, which I gladly accepted. “Those are nice stories dear.” Something told me that she didn’t believe them. For some reason, I think she had trouble seeing me as an adventurer. It didn’t matter, I was glad to have her still watching out for me. I finished the water and thanked her. She walked off again, going back to her stall.

“Where is your party now?” asked the boy.

I let out a sigh, “They’re dead.”

“How did they die?”

I hesitated, that was the story that got me put into this pillory in the first place. The King had my books burned. It was the one story I wanted to put out there, but I guess I was forbidden to tell it.

“Yeah, how did they die?” asked another man.

I took a deep breath, did I really want to risk upsetting the King again? I considered for a moment, and then I thought, ‘Fuck him!’ I cleared my throat, “They died saving the realm.”

I looked around and saw that I had their attention. “It all started around six years ago when we were travelling through the Degray riverlands to the west…”

I went on to tell the story from my book, including the details of how the King ignored Sierras’ warnings, and how close the Kingdom came to being swallowed up in a tide of darkness. Was I making a huge mistake? Things couldn’t get much worse for me…Could they?

“…It was a chaotic battle. We faced powerful mages and those powerful undead monsters. I was firing off arrows as fast as I could. Strafe was in amongst them, swinging his sword about like a madman and taking many critical wounds. Cordelia was struggling to heal him and keep him alive while fending off her own attacks. Sierra was blasting away at the high priestess, but she was too heavily shielded. We were fighting a losing battle, there would be no retreat, we had to stop them. Then Sierra started blasting away at the stone pillars in that grand chamber. Load bearing pillars. I soon joined her, shooting at them with my magical explosive arrows. The high priestess saw what we were doing and cried out in defiance. Then the ceiling started caving in on top of us. Great slabs of stone came falling down, crushing all those beneath it. I looked into Sierras’ eyes as the rubble crashed down around us, she was eerily calm. And then darkness. I was trapped in a small pocket for several days before a team of dwarven relic hunters dug me out. I was the only survivor.”

“Wow!” said the boy, looking at me wide-eyed.

Then the crowd was clapping again. Even louder this time. It had me feeling good, even better than when I was holding my book in my hands. This was a better way of getting the story out there. To the common people on the street, and not just those who were able to read and could buy the book.

“Why haven’t we heard of this before?” I heard someone say.

“Those heroes should be honored.”

“Let her out of there!”

The applause died down and then stopped, But I could still hear one person clapping. That person stepped forward, pushing through the crowd. I was shocked when I saw that it was a beautiful half-elf, with flowing red hair and mismatched green and hazel eyes, and wearing elaborate green mage robes. She had a devilish grin as looked into my eyes, “Great story, Rohme, I was riveted.”

“Aerowyn!” was all I could manage to say.

She stepped onto the platform, pushing past the boys. “Wait, who are you?” asked Ludwich.

“I’m her girlfriend. We know each other intimately, don’t we lover?”

“Stop her, she’s dangerous.” I told him.

“She’s just kidding,” said Aerowyn giggling. “Now how about a kiss? I missed you.” She leant over and brought her face to mine. I could smell her exotic spicy aroma.

“I spared you!” I said desperately.

“So did I.” She locked her lips onto mine and kissed me forcibly. My mind was reeling. What was she going to do? I was stuck in that pillory and at her mercy. I didn’t have my ring of poison resistance, she could kill me with a single spell. I was scared, yet her lusty kiss stirred up some wild passions within me. I couldn’t deny that I was attracted to the half-elf hotty. I kissed her back, rubbing my tongue against hers. I could feel the heat rise within me.

Then I could feel something else, a powerful tingling surge in my mouth, it had to be magic. I tried to pull away, but with my head stuck in the boards, I was unable to. Aerowyn stopped kissing, but kept her face close to mine. “What was that?!” I tried to say the words, but they didn’t escape my lips.

“Yeah, my kissing leaves you speechless,” whispered Aerowyn. “I had a premonition of you here in the pillory. I just had to come and see for myself.”

“That’s indecent!” called out an old woman behind her.

“Oh, you have no idea of what indecent is,” giggled the half-elf, turning to the crowd.

“Rohme, do you want me to remove her?” asked Ludwich. I tried once again to warn him how dangerous she was, but I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t make any sound at all. Aerowyn leant back on the boards, right between us, so he couldn’t see me nodding my head strenuously.

“I absolutely adore dear Rohme,” Aerowyn said, addressing the crowd of people. “Such a strong and brave hero, for sure. She’s also a very kinky and perverted kurv with an insatiable appetite. Did she tell you the story of how she took out a whole horde of orcs by herself?” She looked down at me, “You don’t mind if I tell the story for you, do you?”

I was unable to say anything.

Aerowyn looked down at the two boys, “Run along scamps, this story is for adults only.”

“No, we wanna listen.”

Then a middle aged woman stepped forward and got hold of their arms, “Come on boys, you have chores to do anyway.” The children protested as they were dragged away. I was glad they were going, I didn’t know what was going to happen here. I looked over at Ludwich and tried to get his attention, but he seemed fixated on the half-elf standing before me.

Aerowyn leaned back on the boards again and stroked her fingers through my hair. “So, it was up in the Fangrind Forest not that long ago. Rohme and I had killed a bunch of smelly orcs together at the ruins of Fort Nikes. Rohmes’ lusts were fired up, as usual, and she ripped her clothes off and had me eat out her hot pussy.”

“I’m not listening to this filth!” said an old woman, storming off. A few others left too, while some murmured their displeasure, but stayed. Many men smiled and listened with interest.

“That’s quite enough, Miss,” said Ludwich, stepping toward her. She suddenly lunged at him and planted a kiss on his lips. The guard was shocked, as well as the crowd. She pulled away from him, and he seemed to be in a daze as he stared at her with a faint smile on his lips.

“Do you know what would make me really happy?” she said to him in a seductive voice. “A black rose. Would you go and find one for me?”

“Yes.” Then he turned and walked off. I knew what had happened, she had just cast a charm spell on him. This was getting worse. I tried to yell out, but couldn’t make a sound.

“Now where was I? …Oh yes, with my head between Rohmes’ legs, lapping at her wet pussy. Mmm, she tastes good. As I serviced her, she told me that the orcs we killed were just an advance scout party. She said that there would be a whole horde following them. Then she had a plan; for me to cast a poison skin spell on her, and leave her tied up for the orcs to find. I thought it was crazy and tried to talk her out of it. ‘It’s too dangerous,’ I said. ‘What if they decide to kill you?’ But she said that they wouldn’t kill her, she’s a hot bitch and they would just want to fuck her. She was getting really wet at the idea of being ravished by so many big strong orcs.”

There was murmur going over the crowd, a lot of them were looking at me with shocked faces, they were believing Aerowyns’ distorted perversion of the truth. My face was hot and I grit my teeth in anger. I couldn’t even deny what she was saying. She smiled down at me, “You’re getting wet right now as I tell the story, aren’t you, my love?” She moved around behind me and I felt her hand rub up under my skirt and over my bare netherlips. “Ooh yeah, you’re soaking wet!” I wasn’t, but I could feel my pussy tingle as her delicate fingers rubbed around my folds.

Aerowyn continued, “I didn’t want to leave her there as orc bait, all bound and helpless. But she insisted. She can be quite overbearing. I went through with it, and spent the long night worrying about her. When I returned in the morning I was shocked at what I saw. There were scores of dead orcs everywhere…so many. There were many dead goblins and wargs too…and one dead troll. Yes, there was another troll she killed, this one she had fucked to death. You loved that didn’t you Rohme? Being filled up with that enormous troll cock?”

A potent surge of energy shot from her hand and into my quivering pussy. I caused my cunt to convulse wildly as I was suddenly hit with a powerful orgasm. I moaned loudly as my lower abdomen pulsed with intense pleasure and my legs went weak. I had been at the mercy of her pleasure surges before. I gasped for breath, my face was hot and flushed as I came down from the intense climax.

So many eyes were staring at me, their mouths agape. I realised I had made a sound again and tried to talk, but couldn’t. It must have been a complex spell to allow me to moan but not form words. I tried to moan out the words, to warn everyone to get away, but it just sounded like, “Gaaaah…Awooooh!”

My pussy was soaking wet now, Aerowyn slipped a couple of fingers inside me and rubbed at the slippery hugging flesh as she continued, “I found Rohme lying in the ruins. She was absolutely covered in orc cum. Her cunny and bumhole were gaping. She had such a blissful satisfied smile on her face. She had me clean her up and heal her ravaged holes. Then she wanted me to eat her out again. I couldn’t believe it, her appetite is insatiable!”

“Good Lord! is that true?” said someone in the crowd.

“I don’t hear her denying it.”

“That’s disgusting!”

“Dirty orc-fucking slut!”

“Hey, don’t judge her!” said Aerowyn. “She killed a whole horde of orcs, and a troll. They would have caused a lot of havoc if they had made their way down to the riverlands. So what if she had indulged her deviant perversions in doing so? She’s still a hero.”

“Just a filthy whore if you ask me,” said an old man. My face was so hot, I had perspiration dripping off me. I was getting unwanted pleasure from her fingers thrusting up my wet tingling slit. Aerowyn wanted to humiliate me as much as possible, and she was doing a good job of it. I was helpless to do anything.

I could feel her slipping a third finger up into me and her other hand cupping one of my boobs. “You know what else she likes to do? I’m a bit embarrassed to say this, but Rohme here enjoys using dark magic to alter her body. She grows a big nasty cock and takes great pleasure in roughly sodomizing me. I’m really not into that rough stuff, but my cries and begging for her to stop just egg her on. It’s horrible. But I still adore her, and want to please her, so I endure her sordid abuse.”

There were more disgusted stares aimed my way. Some of the crowd were spitting at me and hurling abuse. I tried my hardest to talk, to tell them what a sick evil witch she was, but I could only let out moans as she vigorously fingered me. Her hand slipped back and then pushed forward into me again. This time she was penetrating me with her whole hand. I let out a loud moan as my cunt was stretched wide around the appendage. I heard her giggle as she forced her hand deep inside me.

“There are really no limits to her debauchery. She had a black mage summon a big tentacle demon from the depths of Hell. She took great pleasure in having the beast ravish her body with its many large tentacle cocks. Then she forced me endure the monsters’ merciless violations for many hours while she watched and played with her wet pussy.”

“Is there anything you won’t fuck? Thrice damned whore!” said a woman, before spitting on my face. Aerowyns’ hand had clenched into a fist and it was slowly pushing and pulling inside my obscenely stretched cunt. I moaned and groaned loudly as the crowd continued to boo and abuse me.

Aerowyn continued talking as she fisted me, “And now she deliberately got herself put in the pillory, and had me keep the guards away so that crowds of strange men could have their way with her. This is really the kind of thing that gets her off.” Her hand stopped groping my breast and the one in my pussy started thrusting back and forth faster. I thrashed my head about and moaned.

Her other hand started rubbing over my clit. The sensations were so intense. I was blocking out the riled up crowd in front of me. Then a powerful surge emanated from the fist buried up my clenching pussy, quickly followed by another surge into my clit. I threw my head back and screamed as my whole lower body throbbed wildly and waves of intense pleasure shot through me. It sent me into a daze and my legs shuddered and gave out. I couldn’t stop myself from letting out a series of high pitched moans as I peaked.

The overpowering orgasm slowly subsided and I was left hot and gasping. Ever so slowly, Aerowyn pulled her fist back. My soaking wet pussy released its tight grip on the hand, and my juices spilt out after it. Aerowyn laughed, “Oh what fun!” She stepped around in front of me and wiped my juices all over my hot flushed face.

A big man came forward, “Dirty whore! I’ll give you what you want, just like I did last night.” He rubbed his erection through his pants. He quickly got behind me and I felt his cock rubbing over my wet pussy lips and then prodding around my ass. I groaned as it painfully opened up my little sphincter and pushed deep inside. He grabbed me tightly and started ploughing into my ass with deep hard thrusts.

Aerowyn was watching with delight. The crowd of onlookers seemed to be watching with morbid fascination as I was groaning and being bucked hard against the boards. The witch smiled as she reached into the pouch on her belt. She pulled out a scroll and took a deep breath. “Mmm, can you feel it, Rohme? Such raw power.” I couldn’t feel its power, but I felt a strong sense of foreboding as she undid the ribbon and unrolled the parchment.

I tried to cry out again, to warn the people around me, but it just sounded like loud strange moans. Aerowyn started reciting the ancient words that were written on the scroll. “What’s she doing now?” I heard someone say. I was moaning loudly, trying to form words. The cock continued slamming painfully into my tight asshole.

As she read the incantation. I started to feel the magical power, like static electricity in the air. Surprised murmurs came from the crowd as they felt it too. A wall of flames rose up from the ground, making people scream and scamper out of the way. Aerowyn stopped reading the scroll and the flames took on a dark shape. Suddenly there was a large bulky form standing before me.

It was a roughly humoid, bestial form. Covered in jet black fur. It stood hunched over with a broad chest, long muscular arms and large hands with sharp claws. Its head was very similar to a wolf or warg with long pointed ears, glowing yellow eyes and a large wide snout full of sharp teeth. It looked to fit the description of a werewolf; a type of lychanthrope I had read about, but there was no doubt that this was a hell-spawned demonic form of the creature.

People were screaming and fleeing as the beast snorted and looked about. I felt the cock in my ass quickly pull out, as the rapist fled. The beast let out a loud growl and then lunged forward. It slashed its claws through the back of a fleeing man, who screamed loudly and fell as his blood sprayed through the air.

The demon ran after another fleeing woman, galloping on all fours. The woman screamed as it clamped its jaws down over her neck and shoulder. The beast shook its head violently and the sharp teeth ripped through her flesh. More blood splattered about as agonized screams filled the air. It released her and she fell limply to the ground as more blood spilt out of her gaping wounds.

There was plenty more panicked screaming around as the people cleared the area. The monster paced around the market square, growling louding. Aerowyn was just standing next to me watching. I was stunned.

Slowly the demon made its way back toward us, snorting and growling as it got closer. I could see the blood dripping from its snout. My heart was pounding in my chest.

Aerowyn didn’t seem scared though, as it came and stood in front of her. “Ebrithil!” She said loudly. “Easy boy, easy.” The beast just seemed to be regarding her with its glowing yellow eyes. Aerowyn stepped back and reached around rubbed her hand over my pussy. She stepped forward again and held her hand up to it. The beast brought its snout down and sniffed at her hand, “Yes, don’t hurt this one, she’s a good pliant bitch. Do you like her scent?”

The monster snorted and then slowly started walking around me, watching me with its intense eyes. I could see its long pink phallus sticking out from it dark beard of crotch hair. It was thick and veiny and very big, and didn’t even appear to be fully erect.

The monster disappeared behind me and then I could feel its hot breath on my backside. “Oh good, he likes you,” giggled Aerowyn. She leant down and brought her lips to mine and gave me a long kiss. A rough, wet tongue started rubbing over my backside and pussy.

Aerowyn pulled her lips away from mine, and took in a deep breath, seeming to take in my scent. “Have fun, Rohme. I’ll see you at the ruins.” Then she turned and started walking away from me, heading toward the castle.

The hot bestial tongue continued to lap at my pussy, and had it throbbing and tingling as my juices were flowing again. Then it stopped. The wooden platform groaned and creaked as it stepped up behind me. Oh shit! The monster was going to mount me!

I cried out as its big strong hands wrapped around my waist and got hold of me tightly. It growled as it shuffled forward, bringing its groin toward me. The spongy flesh soon started pressing up against my slippery skin. I groaned as the fleshy organ prodded into my slit. The beast growled and thrust forward, splitting my lips apart and entering me.

I moaned loudly as I was penetrated. The cock felt soft and spongy, but filled me completely, stretching out my wet tender walls. The beast let out a throaty growl as it thrust into me, driving its organ deeper. Its bristly fur brushed against my skin. It thrust again and went even deeper into my body. Then I could feel the organ expanding inside me, painfully stretching out my vaginal walls. The blunt tip pushed against the entrance of my womb.

The organ was expanding more and more at my entrance as a bulbous knot formed. I was being stretched to my limits. I threw my head back against the wooden boards and cried out in pain. It felt like the huge invader was going make me burst.

I continued to scream and moan as tears streamed down my face. The cock didn’t just feel impossibly huge, it also felt very hot. It throbbed and pulsed wildly inside me. I could hear the demon grunting and growling loudly above me. Its sharp claws dug into me as it held me even tighter. The big mass throbbed with even more intensity and then there were strong gushing sensations deep within my body.

Hot wetness rapidly spread out inside me and it felt like I was being stretched out even further. The phallus continued to throb as I was filled with more cum, which couldn’t escape past the big knot plugging up my violated orifice. I cried out some more as my weak legs gave out under me. The demon held me up and growled as its fleshy rod pulsed deep inside my body.

Then there came some shouting, “Kill the monster!” I heard an arrow slamming into flesh, a sound I was quite familiar with. The demon let out a mighty roar. It let go of me and tried to back up, but the bulging knot was unable to pull out of me. Our bodies were locked together. I was being pulled hard against the pillory boards and the beast was growling and squirming about. I was scared it was going to break my neck.

Another arrow shot into the beast and it let out another mighty roar. Then the monster suddenly lunged forward. I cried out in pain as I was pressed hard against the wooden boards. Then the boards splintered and broke apart. I let out a scream as I was carried forward with the beast. My hands were finally free and I instinctively reached back and grabbed a fistful of black fur.

The monster was running forward on all fours as I hung beneath it. I cried out in pain and fear as I was being bucked about with the big fleshy rod still wedged up inside me. The beast suddenly stopped and I was bucked forward. I heard a man screaming in front of me.

I needed to get free of the demon. I twisted my body around and grabbed onto some more shaggy hair. Then I managed to get my legs up and pressed them into the beasts’ hairy body. I pushed against it and cried out as intense sharp pain hit my mind. I gasped and pushed even harder. My pussy stretched open around the bulging knot. I let out and agonized scream as it stretched wider and wider until the knot suddenly slipped out. I went crashing to the hard ground as the beast scampered off again.

Hot cum gushed out from my aching cunt and spilled over the ground. I moaned loudly, a huge amount of pressure was released from my lower abdomen. My body hurt all over. I gasped for breath as I struggled to sit up again. I looked over and saw the torn bloody body of a guardsman lying on the ground in front of me. A quiver was at his hip and there was a longbow lying on the ground nearby.

I heard a scream ahead of me and looked to see another guardsman being ripped apart as the monster slashed wildly with its claws. Two more guardsmen ran toward it with their swords raised. Another stood back, firing arrows. The beast turned away from the critically wounded man and then lunged at the others.

I stopped watching, but could hear their frenzied screams as I struggled to get to my feet. My legs were shaky as I stood again. Streams of hot cum ran down my leg. Then I heard someone call out, “Rohme, are you all right?” I looked ahead and saw Joan. What the hell was she doing there? Several meters behind her I could see the monster growling and snarling with blood dripping from its snout and claws. Its big erect cock with its bulging knot at the base was still poking out in front of it.

I wanted to call out to Joan, to tell her to get away, but I could only let out a throaty groan.

The beast had killed all the guards and it started lumbering back toward us. I moaned loudly and waved my hands at Joan, pointing behind her. She turned and screamed as she saw the black monster bearing down on her. She darted off to the side and hid in one of the market stalls amongst a stack of large crates.

The demon reached the stall and was snarling and growling as it was slashing at the crates trying to get to her. I heard Joan crying out in fear. I darted over and snatched the bow off the ground and then knelt by the quiver at the dead guardsmans’ hip. I quickly notched an arrow, drew it back and lined up my shot.

I loosed the arrow and it struck the knot on the beasts’ penis. It threw its head back and let out a piercing howl as it staggered around. It turned to me and roared furiously. I could see the arrow stuck through its cock. I had another arrow notched and shot it into its neck.

The demon started lumbering toward me, running on all fours again. I aimed another arrow and waited for the right moment. I shot the arrow into a joint in the beasts’ leg and it roared loudly as it staggered and tumbled. It crashed right in front of me and I fell back as the arrows spilled out of the quiver.

The beast immediatly crawled at me. I could see its enraged face baring sharp fangs as it roared loudly. It raised a huge arm, getting ready to strike. I reflexively shot an arrow, and it went into the beasts’ hand. It let out another piercing howl as it shook its wounded hand about. It lunged at me, gnashing its jaws. I kicked at it and had my feet planted at the top and bottom of its snout. I felt along the ground for another arrow. The monster roared loudly. I managed to grab an arrow just before it lunged forward again, pushing me back along the ground. I quickly notched the arrow and aimed it down between my legs. The monster let out another thunderous roar, I loosed the arrow and it shot into the open mouth and lodged deep into its head.

The monster let out a gargled cry and its head slumped onto the ground. I quickly scrambled to my feet and seized another arrow off the ground. The huge hairy body was twitching about as I moved around in front of it again. I pulled the arrow back as far as I could and slammed it into the beasts’ head, between the eyes. I wasn’t taking any chances.

The demon stopped moving and lay there limply, the damned thing was dead. There were several arrows sticking out from its black furry body and blood started pooling beneath it. I slumped over and caught my breath. Then Joan rushed over to me, “Rohme, are you okay? Rohme?”

I stood up straight again, stretching my back. I nodded at her. The adrenaline was wearing off and my body ached, my vagina hurt like hell. Warm cum still leaked out of me and ran down my leg.

Joan came and put her hand over my shoulder. She stared at me with wide eyes, “You really are a hero!” I smiled at her and then threw my arms around her and hugged her tightly.

Private Ludwich showed up behind us. He was clutching a small black flower, “Where did the beauty go? I have her rose.”

Then three more city guards ran up to us. They looked over the dead demon, “You killed it!”

“We need to get to the castle, now!” I told them. Then I realised I had spoken again. The spell had worn off. We ran out from the deserted market square. I was barefooted and still shaky on my legs.

Soon the high grey walls were towering above us. We entered the castle grounds through the barbican. I immediately saw several dead castle guards lying about. I saw the white-haired, pale-skinned elf wizard from the audience chamber yesterday, he was examining the dead bodies. He looked up and saw me, but remained expressionless. “Oh, it’s you.”

“Where is she?” I asked, holding the bow in front of me.

“She’s gone. Vanished.”

“What happened here?”

I turned and saw the King storming out of the castle, flanked by four heavily armed knights. “Locien, What happened here? Who attacked us?”

“It was a mage,” answered the wizard.

“A single mage attacked my castle? Did you kill him?”

“Her, and no, she got away.”

The King looked over at me, “You?! What are you doing out?”

One of the city guards spoke up, “There was some sort of summoned wolf-demon in the market square, Your Grace. It killed several guardsmen, and then she killed it.”

“A diversion,” said the wizard. “I would wager she was responsible for the food poisoning too.”

“For what? What did she do?” asked the King, I was very interested to know as well.

“She broke into one of the castles’ storage vaults. We’re still determining what she took.”

“Who was it, who would so boldly attack my keep?”

The wizard looked over at me, “She knows.”

The King looked at me expectantly and I spoke up, “Her name’s Aerowyn, a mad half-elf witch.”

“What did she want?”

“I don’t know.”

Then another castle guard came out of the keep carrying something. I saw that it was my pack. He stopped near us, “This pack had been rummaged though by the intruder. We haven’t been able to determine what was taken.

“That belongs to you, doesn’t it?” said the King.

“Yes, Your Grace.”

He looked at the guard, “Empty it.” The guard tipped the contents onto the ground. “What is missing? What did she take?”

I wondered what she would want to take from me as well. I looked over my possessions; Changes of underwear, a towel, first aid kit, hygiene kit, lockpicks, emergency rations, bedroll, hunting knives, whetstone, rope, a glowstone in its pouch…

“Well?” said the King impatiently.

“My book. Unless your men took it out to burn it with the others.”

The king looked over at the guard who brought the pack out. He shook his head, “No Your Majesty, we did not remove anything from the pack.”

“Why would she attack my castle just to steal your treasonous book?”

I remembered the last thing Aerowyn said to me–see you at the ruins. “She wanted the location of the ruins of the temple. My partys’ tomb.”

“Why?”

The elf looked at him, “She seeks the artefact of power. Twin full moons will rise again in five days time. She seeks to complete the ritual that was stopped six years ago. Your kingdom is in great danger once again, Your Grace. This time you had better heed the warnings.”

I was stunned, and gave him an incredulous look, “You…you believe me?! The book? Why the hell did you say nothing when I was being accused yesterday?”

He looked at me evenly, “Events had to run their course.”

“Run their course?!” I clutched the bow in my hand as hot anger surged through me.

The elven wizard addressed the King again, “The witch needs to be stopped your grace, and it needs to be her.” He nodded toward me.

“Why her?” asked the King sceptically.

“There are many reasons–Because she is an experienced ranger. Because she knows the way to the ruins. Because she will fight for justice. Because she has bested the witch before. But there is only one reason that matters–because it is her destiny.”

The King let out a long sigh, “You haven’t steered me wrong yet Locien. If you say this woman, this…hero, needs to stop the witch, then so be it.”

I looked right into my Kings’ eyes and did my best to keep my cool, “So you believe what was in my book to be true?”

“If Locien believes it, then I believe it. I…apologize for the inconvenience. I will see you generously compensated, and well equipped.”

I grit my teeth, “Inconvenience?!…compensated?! Do you have any fucking idea what I went through out there?!”

One of the knights stepped forward, “Watch yourself ranger, you are addressing your King.”

King Farquad approached me, “It’s all right Ser Barclay. Your anger is understandable Miss Walker, but I need you. This is your chance to be the true hero you claim to be. You and your party once saved my Kingdom. I acknowledge that now. I will see your book published–perhaps with a few amendments. I will honour your companions’ sacrifice. So will you go forth and vanquish this evil from the land in the name of your King?”

I looked into his eyes for a moment, my rage was boiling over. Then my fist slammed into the Kings’ face and he was knocked off his feet. Before I knew it, a knight lunged forward and knocked me to the ground. A sharp blade was at my throat. The bow was snatched away from my hand.

King Farquad let out a pitiful cry as he sat up on the ground and clutched his face. I could feel the sharp blade press into my skin and didn’t dare move. All four knights stood over me with their blades drawn. Finally the King managed to speak, “Nnaahh…get me my healer!That…that is punishable by death!”

“I would not advise that, Your Majesty.” said Locien.

“But no one can get away with attacking their King. No one!”

“You need her. I would suggest the sentence she has already served will be adequate for that little digression.”

“Little digression?!” exclaimed the King.

“Yes. Surely the great ruler of Acton can handle being hit by a woman.”

The King grit his teeth and growled angrily. “Let her go. Give her equipment back and send her away.” A knight offered his hand and helped him up. Then he stormed off, clutching his face, “Where’s my fucking healer?!”

The blade was removed from my throat and the other knights backed away. I picked myself up off the ground. Forget that Asshole. The wizard regarded me cooly with his icy blue eyes.

I pictured Aerowyn in my mind, smiling and walking away, “See you at the ruins.” Yes Aerowyn, you will. No second chances, no enjoying her hot little body–The witch had to die.

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