Hey everyone! If you didn’t read the previous chapter of this story, I’d consider it. This part is the one that gets into the sex, but the first did have some mastrubation/foreplay, so read it if you want. I won’t be
mad if you don’t ;).
I’m a 19 y/o lesbian author of a few books and a fair amount of erotic stories. I write about my deepest fantasies, but mostly about my personal sex stories. Obviously, this is the former. If you didn’t read the previous, to
summarize, the protagonist (a young girl from a village in 1600s/Skyrim time period) was kidnapped by a group of bandits, who bring her to an isolated, abandoned castle presumably being used as a base of operations.
At the end of the last section, they had just arrived at the outpost of the bandits. The girl, bound by ankles and gagged, was pressed against a tree by a black-haired woman of late 30s, maybe early 40s. The woman had her hand
around the girl’s neck, keeping her to the tree, spreading her ass cheeks with the other, opening her up for analysis. It ends with the girl coming to the realization that she was nothing more than a “plunder”, a “piece of
loot” to the bandits, and that they would show her no sympathy. They would do whatever they pleased.
You’ll probably like this story if you’re into: anal, rape fantasy, bondage, humiliation, semi-machochism, gangbangs, medieval/fictional settings, etc. I also explore a small amount of lesbian fart humiliation in here (I’ve been into that lately haha don’t ask.).
I’m not sure yet how far it will go, but it should be fun! :) Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy!
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The girl squeamed, attempting to escape the unbearable situation. She had been put on display, humiliated, in front of some number of men and women present. Her beautiful body, a prized possession, something to be earned,
was reduced to a pleasing observation. While she could not see behind her, she recieved several spanks, slaps, and pinches. She hated being touched against her will. How could the woman holding her in this position have
no sympathy for her? Was she so insensitive?
After a lengthy analysis of her rear, she was moved by the neck to the enterance of the crumbling fortress. Nearly nude, but a frontally torn blouse and bindings, seemingly dozens of eyes indulged in her as she entered, crying,
still attemtping to escape. Her protest was met by a strong slap to the ass, prompting a painful reaction, but silencing her rebellion. She was quickly equipped with a sack, only accomidated by small holes for breathing.
She was reduced to the sense of sound. Around her, many men and women spoke. She could hardly make out a few words, but what she did implied that she was seen as a very, very fine possession to hold. The finest they’d seen,
said some. They were justified in saying this — her natural, long red hair flowing down her pale body, accompanied by her perky, firm tits and playful ass made her the target of many, leading her to believe that this had
been planned in advance. After all, the bandits had come up from behind in the woods.
The sound changed to a more solitary one as she was brought into, she assumed, a large room. It was cold, which she found soothing. She only heard the footsteps of one other now — the woman who had been moving her
along. They continued moving, presumably through a long hallway, leading into another large room. Upon entry, her mask and gags were removed.
“Sit, you bitch” says the woman, expressing a very European, modern American accent. She spoke in a way that invoked no sympathy into her words, but rather, utility and a bit of disgust. The woman showed no pleasure, excitement,
or eagerness, as some of the others did. This led her to conclude that she was some form of leader for the camp. Rather than indulging in pleasures like the rest, she did what needed to be done.
“Scarlet. That’s your name?” the woman said to the girl. Able to speak, but nervous and in tears, she nods her head. “I said, is that your name?” she said again, calmly. “Yes, that’s my name” she said. “Good”. The woman sat on a chair
in front of her. “I’m not here to make you feel better. I’m not here to help you. You killed one of us, you put up a fight, and I have no sympathy for what’s going to happen to you.” Scarlet replies, “h-he tried to attack me!
That’s why I killed him! No other reason!” She recieved yet another slap for this. “Listen, whore. We do what we want. We take who we want. We fuck who we want. Don’t like it? Not my problem. That’s the way it is, and
you’re going to live with it.” Scarlet was smart. She knew that no amount of logic, reason, nor emotional appeal would talk her out of this. The woman had done this before, presumably. What use was it now?
“Speak when spoken to”, the woman bitterly threw. “Okay, I’m sorry”, Scarlet says. Not good enough. “You disrespectful whore (the woman spits at her). Have you no respect for your elders? Refer to me as ma’am, nothing else, unless
I say so. Got it?”. “Yes ma’am.” “I want you to apologize for being so rude, for killing one of our men, and for making it a pain in the ass to get you here”. Scarlet knew her game — she didn’t actually think that Scarlet was in
the wrong. She wanted to hear her apologize. She wanted her to concede. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I’m sorry I killed him, I’m sorry I was disrespectful, and I’m sorry I was difficult. How can I make it better?”. The woman smiles.
“Thank you. We can be reasonable, you know, we just ask for respect. You’re still going to make it up to me, though. Do me a favor. Put on these undergarments, and button your shirt.” Afraid, and opposed to her current state
of dress, Scarlet steps into the underwear, rebuttoning her shirt. This calmed her. Maybe she wasn’t going to be raped, after all. “Don’t thank me”, the woman said, harming her newly formed hope.
“The preparation will take some time. You are a beautiful young woman, I am sure you’ll work out very, very well”, the woman says, shooting her a mischevious, stabbing smile. “Come along with me”, the woman said, grabbing her
by the neck despite her newly found trust. The girl was much more submissive than when she was brought in. That made her job easier. She leads her into a wash room, housing latrines, baths, chests, a fire, as well as several
brushes, oils, and soaps. It was quite beautiful, nicer than the one in her village, but this was cancelled out by her ever-present fear.
The woman releases her, locking the door in which they entered from. She removes her shoes and trousers, leaving her undergarments on, in not so much of a provocative way as the way any woman in a conventional bath house would,
placing her trousers and weapon in a
footlocker nearby. “Now relieve yourself” the woman commands, prompting the girl to remove her underwear and sit herself on the wooden latrine. The woman submerges her toes into a nearby warm bath, showing few signs of relaxation.
She watches the girl. Was she trying to embarrass me? Was she simply making sure I didn’t attempt to run? Questions pulsed through her mind. Her guess was that the woman wanted her to empty herself so that she was clean
for when they had their way with her. As she is seated, a woman walks in. She wears long, black hair, which travels down her back, covered by a blouse similar to Scarlet’s. “The bitch is filthy”, she comments in a more Gaelic
accent. She analyzes the girl, moving her chin up, feeling her, checking for dirt. “Got a bit o’ work with this whore. “Needs a good bathin’, this one. She’ll make a good girl.” The other woman comments, “she was fiddlin’
herself when we found her. They love horny girls. Tell me, darling, you ever been fucked?”. “No, never”, Scarlet replies. This was true. This prompts both women to laugh, the black-haired one fondling the young girl’s lips and
tongue, seemingly analyzing her in some way. She seems to like what she sees. She exits, commenting “she seems’a tight one. Be sure her arse is cleaned.” Was this the woman in charge? Their casual dialogue made her question this
theory, despite the fact that the woman seemed to be issuing orders. As she exits, she says to the woman, “make sure to keep ‘er blouse. I fancy it quite a bit.”, prompting a confirming nod.
“Relieve your bowels” the woman said to her as she began to stand. “I just have, a couple of hours ago.” The woman insisted, prompting her to pass gas several
times, eventually relieving herself entirely. “Now remove your blouse” the woman commanded to an embarrassed Scarlet. She nervously hesitated once again, but ultimately unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off. “Come”, the woman said,
Scarlet nervously walks over to the tub. “Lean on the edge, show me your ass” She does as she is told, leaning her body over the edge, displaying her ass to the woman. “Closer”, she says. Scarlet moves herself around the tub, closer
to the woman. As she situates herself, the woman takes a smell of her crotch. “You’re not sick, are you? You’d better not be, bitch.” The woman opens her cheeks, shallowly inserting her middle finger into Scarlet’s ass.
“Push it”, the woman says. Scarlet enjoyed the feeling, but was discomforted by it. She felt horribly violated, more than she had before. This woman showed no regard to her tradition, her principles, or her body. She simply
took what she wanted. Was she a doctor? Was she pleasuring herself, or testing her? Why would she think she was sick?
As requested, Scarlet pushed on the woman’s finger, met by strong resistance. “More”, she commands. She pushes the woman’s finger, tightening herself in the process, eventually dislogding it, passing gas along with it.
“What the fuck did you just do?”, the woman says, holding semi-sincere curiosity. “What the fuck was that?”, she asked again. “Speak when spoken to, you disrespectful whore!”. Scarlet quickly replies, afraid “I passed
gas. I didn’t mean to, ma’am. I am sorry.”. The woman refuses the apology. “Listen this time, you stupid cunt. I tell you what you can and cannot do. You don’t fart without my permission,
nor do you stink without my permission. you don’t defecate without my permission, nor do you eat or drink without my permission. I control you. I control your body and everything you do. Got it?”. “Yes ma’am. I understand”.
The woman enters the tub, clothed from the waist up and yet wearing undergarments, passes gas in the girl’s face, seemingly as punishment. “That’s your punishment. That’s what you did to me.”. Scarlet replies “yes ma’am, I deserved
it.”. The woman began to notice that Scarlet was taking notice of their customs. She would turn out well for them.
The woman tastes the previously inserted finger, unphased by the scent nor taste. She seemingly concludes that the girl is not ill, and thus may be prepared. “Hold them open” she says, referring to the girl’s cheeks. She reaches
back, holding them open. The woman returns a minute later with a thin-haired brush. She submerses it in the water, and applies it to the girl’s anus, crotch, and buttocks. She trades this brush for a funnel of sorts. Using a bowl,
she funnels water into the girl’s anus. Scarlet moans during this process, still embarrased and disliking the strange feeling. She’d recieved an enema before, but never enjoyed the process. Once the woman deemed her ready,
she commanded Scarlet to empty herself, which she did. While she did this, the woman obtains a luffa and soaps, obviously preparing to clean the girl.
“Thank you, ma’am.”, Scarlet says. “What are you thankful for?”, she asks. “For cleaning me, ma’am.”. “You’d better be thankful, you filthy fucking whore.”. The woman generously applied the soaps to the girl’s back, wetting the
loofa, and lathering her. Scarlet seemed to enjoy it a bit. The process was continued all throughout her body. Her hair was then cleaned. Proceeding this, the woman applies oils to her hands. She begins to run her hands down
Scarlet’s neck, massaging her and touching her. This helped to relax her. Had the woman taking a liking to her? Was she sympathetic? Who could know?
“Show me your cunt”, the woman commanded, prompting Scarlet to bend herself over the edge, as she had last time. “Yes ma’am”. The woman took a position behind her, slipping a finger into her tight pussy, inserting her thumb into the
girl’s anus once again. She stays here for a seemingly long time, not pleasuring Scarlet, but assessing her. She conclusively washes off her hands, exiting the tub. “So you’ve never been fucked?” the woman said bluntly, as she
seemed to state most things. “No, ma’am.”. “Have you ever used your mouth?”. Scarlet assumed that she meant sexually. “No, ma’am. Never.”. “You’ll have to learn, then. The woman removes her undergarments, revealing an bottom
possibly comparable to that which Scarlet might have in a decade or so. She bends herself over, resting her arms on the wall. “Lick it”, she commands. Scarlet had never had a sexual experience. She had been touched for medical
and otherwise purposes, and she’d been and seen others nude, but she had never engaged in something like this on another person. In front of her, the woman presented a darker hole, contrasting her pale complexion.
“Lick it, you stupid bitch!” she turns around, smacking her, returning to force her anus into Scarlet’s face. Scarlet has no idea how to go about it. She cannot possibly imagine the idea of eating this woman’s arse. Was it clean?
How would it taste? Would I be exiled from my village? She decided that, if she didn’t do it, her village would never see her again to find out. She nervously extends her tongue, introducting an undescribable flavor.
The woman’s asshole emitted a foul scent, coupled by a foul taste. She continued, licking the dark brown flesh around her exit. The woman showed few signs of pleasure. She continued, moving towards the hole itself,
flicking her tongue and executing long, slow strokes over the woman’s anus. It seemed as though she was enjoying it. The woman pushed herself back, moving her ass closer to Scarlet’s face, forcing her tongue to enter deeper.
She slowly managed her tongue inside of her, rimming around her interior, much less nervous than she’d been before. Still fearful, but more embracing of the act.
The woman, pleased with the performance, moved her anus from the warm hug of Scarlet’s tongue. “Thank you, ma’am.”, Scarlet said, surrendering every ounce of rebellion she had in that moment. The woman responds,
“You’d better be, you dirty whore. Did you enjoy the tastes of my arsehole? Did you enjoy your tongue being deep inside of my arse, tasting and smelling me?”. “I loved it, ma’am, thank you.”. The woman walks to the
toilets, taking a seat, commanding Scarlet to exit the room. “You are a dense, retarded bitch if you think you can stay in here while I relieve myself. You don’t get to see me shit or piss unless I say so. Only good girls have
the privelage. You’ve been a bad girl today. What gives you the right to watch me?”. Scarlet responds, almost systematically “yes ma’am, it won’t happen again”, leaving the room.
As she stands outside, the woman from before and another she hadn’t yet seen are passing through. “Hey there, ya dirt’y lit’l whore. Did she get ye’ nice n’ clean? Let me see.” The women feel her hair, running their hands across her
breasts. They feel her crotch, noticing that the girl yet had pubic hair. “Anna didn’t clean ‘er hairs?”, the familiar woman comments. “She must’a taken a fancy to ’em. The others may not fancy ’em so much, though.”. Displeased,
the women begin to direct her back into the room. “Wait! She’s on the toilet! She told me I wasn’t allowed to see!”, Scarlet quickly throws out. “Do ye think we give a fuck? She’s only takin’ a shite, no reason to be scared.”,
replies one of the women. They direct her back in, discovering the woman mastrubaiting on the toilet. “Anna! What the fuck are ye’ doin? Playin’ with yerself? Takin’ a shite? The girl’s gotta be shaved, she’s filthy.”.
Anna replies, “I was just getting to it. She was respectful enough to leave as I relieved myself, I suggest you do the same. Leave the girl in here.”. The women leave reluctantly, giving the girl an aggressive spank as they go.
“You dare try to hide your hair from me? No hair is allowed on young ladies here. You defiant bitch, will you ever fucking learn? Get me the razor.”, Anna fires at her, prompting Scarlet to retrieve the razor. She walks back to
Anna, who completes relieving herself shortly after her return. “First, you’re going to clean me.”, she states. She assumes a position similar to that which Scarlet held, prompting Scarlet to reenter the tub. She picks up the
brush placed on the floor nearby, using it to thouroughly clean Anna’s ass. She obtains another brush which had been used on her after her enema, one resembeling a plug, slowly inserting it into Anna’s anus. She does this serveral
times, proceeding to clean it off in the water. “Thank you for letting me practice on you, ma’am.”, Scarlet says. The woman replies by bending her into a similar position, only with her body leaned into the tub. Anna
takes the razor, analyzing the girl’s unkept hairs. She begins by applying oils around the anus, carefully shaving off her hairs with the blade. She continues down her crotch, shaving her vagina to the flesh. She continues to the
underarms, and washes the razor off in the tub. Scarlet lays in the tub, cleaning off the freshly clipped hairs. Scarlet thanks the woman, to which she again is given no reply. Anna leaves the room, leaving Scarlet to relax
herself in the tub.
Shortly after, a well-dressed woman with a similar accent enters the room. She provides no introduction. She seats herself near Scarlet, quickly proceeding to conduct several medical activities on her, including examinations on
her orifices, ears, hair, and breasts.
“Have you ever had intercourse?” said the woman, introducting herself with the statement. “No, ma’am.”, said Scarlet. The woman seems like a doctor. She makes a mental note of this fact, and her observations.
“Your mouth will work. Your vagina is too tight, as is your anus, and they will need to be loosened. Your belly is full, and you’ve eaten lots within the past weeks. You’ll fast for two days. Do you understand?”.
Scarlet liked the woman. She was not polite, but she was not rude. She was professional, to an extent. “Yes, ma’am.”. This struck fear into her. She could hardly go several hours without eating. Two days were unbearable.
Two men entered the room. “How’s she lookin’?”, one says. “Recently entered puberty, several months or so back. No previous intercourse. The orifices look optimal. The muscles of her anus suggest that she may not retract for
a longer time, days, possibly. She should be easily adjusted. The vagina should easily accomidate, and seems optimal for child bearing. She’ll be fasted for two days, which we can use to prepare her.”, said the doctor.
This made her nervous. Child bearing? Anal sex? She was horrified of what may have been yet to come.
The two men, satisfied with what they heard, grabbed her and pulled her from the tub. They carried her for a while, passing several people making crude remarks about the girl they carried. Eventually, she was placed in a cell,
with only a toilet, bed, and a wooden chest. She was locked inside. She now had more questions about her situation than she had answers. She knew nothing but terrifying ideas of what was to come. She laid on her bed, tired,
prepared to relax. It was cold, and the bed was thin, but she was tired. She quickly fell into sleep.
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Loving it so far! Seeming quite mysterious. Need more :)