I woke to sunlight on my face. I had slept clear past sunrise for the first time in my life. As I rose from bed I could hear Damien and Anton moving about. They were already packed and were watering the horses.

“She wakes at last, dear Brother! Shouted Anton. “We thought perhaps you would sleep the day away. Added Damien.

“My apologies. I suppose our activities last night had a great deal to do with that. I responded, a blush crossing my cheeks like a crimson tan.

“As we are traveling the same way, perhaps you two would like to join us? At least for a bit? Asked Damien. I thought I saw a hint of mischief cross his face but decided it was merely his fantasies for our next evening together.

“I was going to ask you that myself. If you don’t mind the company we’ll be glad to join you. I said. I woke Ella and the four of us began to make our way to the road. Once there, Anton threw Ella up on one of the horses, as she still looked tired. The rest of us walked alongside the horses conversing and carrying on as we had the night before.

A few hours later we approached a fat, disgusting man heading the other direction. Anton and I held the horses while Damien went to see what news the man had of the next town.

After a few minutes Damien returned and told me to go fuck the man. I stared at him in disbelief. What the hell was he talking about?

“What? I asked. Shock and quickly rage flashed across my face as I realized he wasn’t kidding. Why the hell would I do that?! I yelled.

“Because if you don’t I’m going to turn you over to the first Lalicland soldier I see. I know who you two are. You’re those escaped slaves. I’ll send you right back where you came from. Damien hissed back at me. His teeth were nearly clenched as the words slipped from his mouth.

I was suddenly glad I had never mentioned where we were headed. I had just told them we were heading north. Damien grabbed my upper arm and gripped me hard trying to pull me toward the man. I looked over at Anton, my eyes pleading with him to stop this awful event. He mouthed that he was sorry and promptly looked at his feet. Damien continued to drag me over to one of the fattest men I had ever seen.

“You’ll fuck him, and you’ll pretend to like it. He’s going to pay me for your services so do well. We need the money, Anton and I. If you don’t please him, I’ll kill your little friend back there.”

I gasped as the last few words registered in my stunned brain. I realized I had to do what he said. Even if he didn’t kill Ella he would surely send us back to Alester.

As we neared the ugly fat man Damien threw me at him. I landed against his huge greasy gut and felt his lard ripple from the impact. Ugly Fat Man grabbed hold of me and marched me into the woods. By the time we were out of sight he was panting from exertion and I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I realized this experience would at least be short. How right I was….

He began to undress, as did I, and by the time he removed his trousers and britches I had to suppress a chuckle. Short was putting it nicely. The man had the smallest penis I had ever seen. It looked as though it couldn’t possibly be of any use. He laid himself on the ground and grunted something about me doing all the work.

I knelt down and straddled Ugly Fat Man. He was so wide I could barely touch my toes to the ground because my legs were spread so straight to either side. His immense thighs made it nearly impossible for me to even think about wrapping around him with my knees so I simply let them sit to the sides of his hips. Unwilling to put Ugly Fat Man’s pathetic cock in my mouth I took his tiny member in my hand and feeling that it was already hard tried desperately to make it reach far enough to actually penetrate my pussy.

Ugly Fat Man groaned as I held his puny dick in my hand. After much wiggling and re-situating I had managed to get the head and a small portion of the shaft far enough above the swell of his thighs to penetrate my pussy. I was nearly bone dry (my only moisture supplied by a morning of sexual daydreams and fantasies). Trying to pump myself up and down on him was useless. Each time I rose (assuming I could get the leverage in the ridiculous position I was in) he would slip out of me and it was another minute before I could wrangle his cock and get it back into me. I knew at this rate we’d be at it all day and, eager to get it over with, I began to hold his cock with one hand nearly crushed between his immense thighs while I gently bobbed up and down.

Nearly three minutes passed and Ugly Fat Man began moaning and (as far as I could tell from the jiggle of his enormous gut) thrusting upwards. He came (mostly on my pussy and hand) and glad that he was satisfied I found some leaves to wipe myself off and dressed. Then we returned to the road where my party was waiting. Damien approached Ugly Fat Man and money was exchanged. I didn’t know how much and I didn’t care. I was just glad it was over. Damien smiled at me as he walked back to join us. I couldn’t help but notice that Anton was still looking at his feet.

I was furious with Damien for treating me in such a way but what really got to me was the way Anton wouldn’t stand up for me. He knew what was happening was wrong. But he was too pathetic to do anything to help me. He just kept looking ashamed and glancing at me with eyes that begged forgiveness.

The days passed with much of the same. Luckily Ugly Fat Man was just to break my spirit. Most of the other men Damien chose were at least human. He was indiscriminate, however, selling me to anyone who would pay a high enough price. Luckily, at most, we only passed two or three men a day that were traveling alone or in small groups. He would never sell me to more than one man but he would charge the others and allow them to watch. Sometimes Damien would watch as well. Anton, in his shame and guilt, would never watch me fuck the men I was sold to. Sometimes when someone was particularly harsh I wished he was there as I knew it would only add to his guilt.

I realized that Damien only sold me to one man at a time so he and his brother could ravage me together at night. Being the only men to share my holes with someone else. Anton was reluctant at first, needing his brother to coax him into the action but once he saw me being impaled on his brother’s cock he never took long to join in.

When they were finished with me for the evening (and sometimes before they were done) Damien would tie me up so I couldn’t escape. I was made to sleep all night with my arms bound behind my back (in the same manner Alester had used) and my ankles roped together to keep me from running off.

As much as I hated Damien and his brother for their horrible blackmail my body was constantly aroused and eager to take on the next cock. My favorite experiences were when Damien would allow other men to watch.

I loved lying there, feeling a cock sliding in and out of my well lubricated pussy while other men stood around playing with themselves. I found myself wanting them to join in. I wanted so much to have three men inside me at once. Night with the brothers had taught me the pleasures of being filled in more than one hole and I longed to have every hole plunged into. I wanted to feel entirely filled with cock and sperm.

Weeks passed, perhaps even a month, and I grew used to my new life as Damien’s whore. He would spend the money frivolously on drink and women whenever we came to towns and villages. It burned me to know that my unwilling encounters were providing him with his entertainment. It wasn’t as if he was whoring me out for food or water. He was using the money he gained and wasting it away, driving himself to sell me more to make up the money he so frivolously spent. He constantly teased me, laughing at my misfortune. Even worse he would threaten to tell Ella of the horrible things he demanded of me.

“Emma, do you know what your mother does with these men? Do you know what terrible things she does in the forest while you wait here for her return? He would taunt until I begged him to stop. That’s right! He would laugh, beg your new master to stop! I would plead with him until he did stop and then we would continue on our way, a tense silence overtaking our party.

Then one day he didn’t sell me to any of the men we passed. He stopped us and we made camp early. I wasn’t sure what his reasons were but I knew they couldn’t be good. That night he tied me up without having his way with me and I began to worry he was tiring of me and was, perhaps, thinking of turning me over to soldiers or even killing me.

“You’re wondering why I spared you today, aren’t you? He asked. An evil smirk twisting his features. I nodded and he broadened his smile. I’m saving you for something special. Soon we’ll be crossing the Lalicland River. I’ll need you at your best when we get there.”

I couldn’t begin to understand what he was talking about and had a nearly sleepless night wondering what terrible things he had in store for me. Perhaps he was simply going to throw me into the river and put me out of my misery.

Dawn came and I was once again untied, fed, and then made to ready the horses. Once we broke camp we made our way back to Kinwick Road. We traveled north for most of the morning and came to a halt at the bridge crossing the river. There were fifteen, maybe twenty soldiers guarding the bridge. My heart sank as I realized Damien planned on turning me in. I had done everything he asked but the sick bastard just enjoyed watching me suffer.

Damien halted us a good distance from the bridge and went to address the guards. He went directly to the highest ranking officer and talked to him for a while. The more he talked the more soldiers gathered around him. They were motioning to each other to come join the conversation. Damien shook hands with the lead soldier and returned to us.

“I’ve bartered us passage across the river. These soldiers are greedy and usually charge 500 galocks per person. I convinced them to let us cross for use of you. He nodded his head toward me.

By now I was numb to the pains of being Damien’s whore and I shrugged. Yes, sir. I responded. Which one?”

“Silly girl! He mused. All of them! You are to fuck every last one of them until they are all satisfied. They are to do whatever they like with you. When they are finished, we shall cross the river.”

I stood in shock for what felt like hours. Once his words sank in my knees gave out and I sank to the ground. I was suddenly happy I hadn’t counted how many men there were. I didn’t want to know. I looked up at him, my face pained from the contorted look of fear etched into it. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. My heart was pounding in my chest and blood pulsed through my ears drowning out all sound. Finally, I managed to gather myself and I crawled to Damien and wrapped myself around his legs begging him not to do this to me.

He simply reached down, pulled me up, and looked straight into my eyes. All of them. Was all he said as he turned me and marched me toward the men.

Once we reached the soldiers he handed me over and returned to sit with Anton, Ella, and the horses. We’ll be here when you return. Then we shall cross the river together. He yelled to me. I looked around at the soldiers who now surrounded me. There were so many faces. I shuddered as I thought of how painful this was going to be. But part of me was glad that I would finally have all three holes filled.

I followed most of the soldiers into the forest to a small clearing. Four soldiers stayed at the bridge (two on each side). The clearing was obviously man made and I began to wonder how many women were sold for passage over the river. I was commanded to strip and did so. The head soldier informed me that he would get use of all my holes first. Once he was finished his men would get to use me however they saw fit.

Standing there naked in front of all these Lalicland soldiers I was suddenly thankful to Marcus for the salve he had provided. It had not only helped the slashes on my back heal but had left me without any scars. At least these soldiers wouldn’t know I was a slave unless Damien told them. And hopefully he wasn’t going to…if I did everything demanded of me.

The senior officer stripped himself below the waist and made me kneel before him. I got to my knees and began to stimulate his already hard cock. I was aware of the other soldiers disrobing as well. I could hear the rustle of their clothes and the clanging of their weapons as articles were lain on the ground.

Suddenly, without warning, the man in my mouth thrust himself into the back of my throat. This wasn’t new to me as many of the men I had been sold to lately had done the same. But this man’s cock had a sharp curve and it nearly bent in half as he jammed into me. The three or four inches at the end of his shaft went down my throat almost sideways. I gagged and sputtered into his cock. The sensation just drove him on.

Most men who had used my mouth were content with grabbing the back of my head and holding it as they thrust into me. Not this man. He felt it necessary to grab onto my ears and use them as handles while he slid sideways into my throat. He held my ears like handles and I was certain he would rip them clean off my head. I tried to keep with his thrusting pace to provide more slack on my ears but he simply pulled harder. Even when my lips were pressed firmly against his pelvic bone and he couldn’t go any deeper, he continued to pull. I would scream in pain and feel the vibrations of my voice against his crooked shaft. Finally he was done with my mouth.

Once he released me I fell forward, gasping for air. My hands reaching up, not knowing whether to soothe my aching throat or throbbing ears. As I pitched forward, preoccupied with my lack of air and intense pain, he moved behind me and checked the wetness of his next endeavor. He ran his hand quickly up my crevice and I gasped in surprise. To this day I can’t be sure if it was surprise at his touch catching me off guard or at the fact that I was wet after what he had just put me through.

With no warning at all he plunged his crooked cock into me. His strange bent member was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It didn’t feel better or worse than anyone I had been with (well obviously better than Ugly Fat Man) but it was a strange new sensation and it certainly managed to stimulate me. The feel of his cock inside me distracted me from the pain of my ears and I began to thrust against him. I started to moan as I neared climax and almost immediately realized what a mistake that was. Before I could stop myself he laughed. This wench doesn’t realize this isn’t about her pleasure, men! Stupid girl!”

He leaned forward and whispered into my ear, I don’t want to hear you moan. I want to hear you cry and scream in pain! With that he reached up and grabbed a handful of my hair. He jerked so hard my teeth clacked together. He continued to bend my head back until my hands were no longer on the ground. Still thrusting into me, he pulled harder until I was nearly upright. When I couldn’t be pulled back any further he threw me forward and pushed his hand down on my head, driving my face into the muddy ground.

I began to panic. I couldn’t breathe. His hand wasn’t giving me any chance to get up. I began to flail my arms and tried to scream for help but no sound made it farther than my muffled mouth.

Without letting up on my head he moved himself into my ass and began thrusting even harder. That’s when everything went black.

When I regained my senses it took me a moment to remember what was happening to me. When my eyes managed to focus all I could see were treetops. The sun filtered through the leaves as they danced in the wind. For just a moment I thought I was back in my village lying in the forest near my house. Then the pain between my legs registered. It wasn’t the pain of being invaded. This was different. I was being pulled in two. Something was tearing me in half.

I looked down and saw what the cause was. One man was holding my hips up in the air while he knelt down and plunged into me. Two other men were holding my legs behind him. In unison the man inside me would thrust forward while the other two yanked on my splayed legs. Finally the man inside me erupted and another one took his place. This continued for six more men until they decided to flip me over and share me.

One man would pump into my mouth while two others would share my bottom half. While I was being used other soldiers would empty themselves onto me. I was covered in mud, sperm, and dead leaves. At first I enjoyed the sensation of being completely filled. I loved the constant spray of man-seed on my naked body. But soon the physical expense of my situation took over. The men never seemed to tire. Every time I thought I was finally finished two more men would show up. I finally realized that they were taking turns guarding the bridge and ever time one of them was worn out he would go back to the bridge and another man would return. This gave them plenty of time to recover and at this rate I knew they could use me all night as well.

I began to pray that I would pass out again. My body ached and I was exhausted. I thought my hell was finally over when they once again stopped but they were, again, simply changing positions. One man lifted me up onto his shaft as he stood. He wrapped my legs around himself and lifted me up and down impaling me on the stiffened cock. Another man came up from behind and slid himself easily into my sperm soaked asshole. I was flopping around like a rag doll. My limbs too tired to stay where they were positioned, I simply remained limp and hoped they would all tire soon. Both men continued to lift me up and down on their cocks until they came at which point they simply removed themselves and dropped me to the ground. The fall was enough to send me back into the sweet bliss of darkness.

I don’t know how long the attack on my body lasted. And I don’t know how many loads of seed I took. I don’t even know how many men used me. I woke to a cold shock to my body and flailed my arms trying to protect myself from further invasion. Once I took in my surroundings I realized they had taken me to the river to clean me up. It was already well into night. The lights of the nearby city were lit and burning brightly. Two men held me while another moved his hands gently across my body, washing away the filth that covered me. When they were finished they gave me some fabric to dry off with and handed me my clothes. The soldiers turned their backs as I dressed as if they hadn’t just used me as their plaything. Once clean and dressed, the men took me back to Ella and The Brothers, carrying my exhausted body the whole way. They dumped me on the ground at Damien’s feet.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to hit Damien. I wanted to grab Ella and run. But I simply lay there in front of him. Unable to even call him one of the awful names running through my mind.

Anton threw me up on one of the horses. My body was so weak I couldn’t keep myself situated so he climbed up behind me while Damien led Ella’s horse and we all crossed the river.

Once in the city Damien got a room at a nice inn and deposited myself and Ella while he went to find a pub. Anton decided to stay with us and tend to my battered body. Bruises were beginning to appear. Anton asked me what they had done to me but between the blackouts and my exhaustion I was unable to tell him anything.

Ella sat beside me and cried. She kept asking me to tell her what had happened but I couldn’t get the words out. Tears were streaming from my face but I couldn’t even find the strength to utter a sob.

I woke in the middle of the night to find I wasn’t restrained. Ella was sleeping next to me and Anton was across the room in the other bed watching.

“She wants to know why I don’t stop him. “What?….Who? Was all my foggy brain could manage. “Emma. She wants to know why I let Damien do these things to you.”

“She knows? How much does she know? I had tried my best to shelter Ella from the horrors of my life but she was a young woman and I knew there were things about life she knew. But how much?

“She doesn’t know what sex is. Not really anyway. But she knows Damien makes you do it for money. She knows you don’t get any of the money. And she knows it hurts you to do it. She also knows that some of the men hurt you. Especially after tonight. She wants to know why I let Damien do this to you.”

“Well, why do you let him do these things?”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m going to let you two go. As soon as you are ready. Feeling better I mean. You give me the word and I’ll let you go one night. Whenever you want. Damien will never just let you go. I know that now. He’ll keep you and use you until he doesn’t want you anymore. Then he’ll kill you. I cannot let that happen.”

Anton seemed to be talking to himself after a bit and, as if that was all to be said, he rolled over and went to sleep. I rolled to my other side and wrapped my arms around Ella. Then I cried myself back to sleep.

More to come. Please feel free to leave comments, suggestions and requests. As I have stated before (and this is the absolute LAST time I will say this), being a victim of child molestation I do not wish to include Ella's character in any sexual situations (yet). I have included the character because I do want to involve her later. If you have interest in sex with young children there is a section here for that. As I have no interest in sex with young children, lesbian encounters, watersport, or beastiality, those subjects will probably never appear in this story. It's a personal preference and if that makes the series less popular, so be it.