Merille Debauched Adventure – Chapter 2 [fantasy][dubcon][gangbang][submission][degradation][creampie]

A rough hand yanked Merille from the floor by her short raven hair. She stumbled to her feet with a grunt as pain flared on her scalp. But the sting turned into pleasure frighteningly quickly, and wetness oozed from her pussy along with the gooey load Salus had left behind.

Even after three years, her body remained a slave to *their* reconditioning. A slave to those men whose faces had faded into vague shadows. Their brainwash had made her their obedient pet who craved nothing but their commands and depraved lust.

She thought her mind had recovered. She was dead wrong. Nothing had changed after all these times.

Coarse hands explored her supple flesh, groping and kneading her soft mounds and firm ass. She was merely a piece of meat they planned to *skewer, spit roast, and savor.* They would fuck her again and again until she was broken.

*Then they’ll discard me like a soiled piece of trash as those men did.*

The thought sent a shiver of grotesque lust up her spine. Merille hated herself for longing for it. For craving these depraved desires like they were sweet delicacies. For pressing into those hands roving her body and moaning gleefully as they teased her pink nipples and clit.

“Time to get your fill, bitch,” the bandit with a broken tooth growled. His rotten breath made her wince, but she was too delirious to form a retort.

Hands pushed her down, and a smoldering length impaled her as she knelt, straddling a plump bandit. His fat cock shoved all the way into her soppy cunt, ripping an obscene moan from her lips.

Merille ground her hips reflexively, but the motion was awkward with her arms bound behind her back. “Fuck me! Ram your cock into me,” she mewled in frustration at the teasing pulsation of his shaft.

The plump man only snickered before pulling her down into his hairy chest. His thick arms wrapped around her lithe body, keeping her pinned helplessly. Stench of sweat and intense musk enveloped her, making her pliable walls quiver with overwhelming need.

“Please…” she begged, tears streaking down her flushed cheeks.

A bony hand seized her shoulder before a hot bulbous tip found her rear entrance. Icy goosebumps shot up her back as pressure built against her pink pucker. Fright and yearning churned in her stomach to the point of nausea.

Her body responded by pushing against the intrusion even though her mind reeled at the thought of taking two cocks at once.

It was not the first time, of course. *Those men* had used her thoroughly during the time they had her under their control. Not an inch of her was untouched. They would plunge into her whenever and wherever they desired.

Every breath she took then was tainted with their scent, and their taste was the only taste on her tongue.

The bulbous crown popped inside her eventually after some effort by the bandit. Pain shot up her spine from the incredible stretch of her pink ring. Though her grunt of agony quickly turned into gasping whimpers as he inched further in.

Fiery ecstasy and pleasure returned as if they never left her. Even after three years of denying herself of such grotesque desire, everything came pouring back as if a dam had broken. And the flood that followed would return her to the obedient cock-craving pet she once was.

A shuddering breath blew over her shoulder when the bandit finally hilted her. His thick girth pulled her impossibly wide, and she could feel every pulse and throb of his length.

Merille groaned, her lithe body trembling with burning desire and disgust. She wanted to rut into them, to fuck herself senseless on their cocks, and screamed in ecstasy when she finally lost herself in feral need.

But she was there to apprehend them. To make them pay for their crimes. To rid the village of these pests that rob and steal. Though she tried as hard as she could, thoughts of resistance slipped from her grasp like sand between her fingers.

“Are you ready for us?” The man behind asked with a chuckle before leaning down to lick the back of her ear. “We’re going to fuck the living shit out of you, bitch.”

His fingers clenched around her shoulder as he pulled back until only his engorged head remained inside her ass. The jolt of overwhelming sensation painted her mind white with pleasure and resistance became a distant memory.

He rammed back into her with force that made her ass cheeks ripple and the slap of their flesh echoed across the small cellar. The man below her thrust upward just as the other man drew back once more.

A short second later, they were sawing in and out of her in alternate thrust. One filling her while the other withdrew. Each of them speared her with violent surge of ecstasy with their relentless thrusting.

“Ohhh! Fuck!” she groaned through gritted teeth, body tensing with need.

“Whose bitch are you now?” the bandit behind her asked through heavy breath.

“Ahhh! I’m your bitch. I’m your fucking bitch! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

The words poured out of her unfiltered. The shamelessness of it made her fair skin tingle. The degradation tasted sweetly on her tongue as she willingly demeaned herself for them.

“Why don’t you fuck yourself on this!” Another bandit with dishevel brown hair stepped in front of her and balled a fistful of her black hair.

He shoved his cock at her mouth and Merille opened for him, purely out of trained reflex. Her tongue lashed out along the underside of his shaft as he slid between her sucking lips.

His taste was downright sickening and his stench was vomit inducing but she slurped greedily as if it was the best thing she ever tasted.

The hunter bobbed her head into him, taking him deeper and deeper until he pushed against the back of her throat. She grunted in discomfort but did not relent. Her lips closed around his girth and her cheeks hollowed with suction as she tried to take his remaining inches into her mouth. But with her arms bound, she had no means of pulling him into her.

“What a fucking greedy bitch?” the brown-haired man chuckled. “You want it that badly?”

His face was blurry through the veil of tears as Merille nodded eagerly. She tried to beg, but her words were inaudible grunts and moans.

The fingers in her hair clenched tighter, and he let her have all of him with a cruel thrust of his hips. The crown popped past her gullet and lodged deep in her throat just as her nose smashed into his bushy crotch.

Tears streamed down her face as the bandit kept her pinned there, savoring the tightness of her confines. “You like that, bitch? You like my cock in your throat?!” he asked, then yanked her head against his pubis even harder.

“Mmmhmm…” the hunter purred against him and felt a shudder through his length.

“Did they send a whore to try and capture us, boss?” the plump man below her asked between pants, continuing his fucking of her pussy without missing a beat.

Salus’s voice drifted over from somewhere, “A whore wouldn’t be this depraved. I don’t think. This bitch is downright masochistic.”

*I am! I am a depraved woman! A masochistic bitch!* She moaned in response to the demeaning words, rolling her hips into the two cocks ravaging her cunt and ass.

The brown-haired bandit pulled her head out then slammed her back into his crotch. Again and again. His cock slid in and out of her throat with no resistance. Her head moved in his grip like a mindless doll while her lips sucked and her tongue swirled around his length.

It was her only purpose now. To serve their pleasure. To fulfill their lust. To be used endlessly until she was broken.

*That’s your purpose from now on…* a stern but soothing voice of a man drifted into her mind. A man with his features shrouded in shadow. A man with long golden hair and a burn scar on his square jaw. A man who had turned her into *this masochistic bitch.*

Merille might have felt anger, but it fizzled out as quickly as it started amidst the torrent of pleasure roiling within her. The fire in her loin had built into molten magma.

Then the climax came like a sudden strike of lightning. Every muscle in her body spasmed out of control at the same time. A cry of ecstasy gurgled out of her stuffed mouth as hot honey gushed from her stretched pussy.

The men did not stop or even showed a hint of slowing. If anything, they fucked her with even more brutality. Each impalement prolonged her orgasm and ignited a new heat inside her.

She writhed and squirmed helplessly between them. Helpless to escape from the overwhelming pleasure that built and built to no end.

The plump bandit roared before he shoved upward with all his might. His fat cock gyrated against her milking walls as he erupted into her womb. Jet after jet of thick fire gushed into her while the bandit behind her continued his rutting with growing ragged breath.

Her eyes fluttered at the blooming warmth in her core, savoring the strangely soothing sensation. Maybe it was *those men* doing as well but it did not matter anymore. All that mattered was the lust, the pleasure, and the heat of ecstasy.

The man behind wrapped his arms around her taut middle and hugged her against his chest. He fucked her with a burst of short, rapid thrusting as he bit and licked her shoulder. Goosebumps rushed down her back at the sudden change of pace.

His cock swelled and pulsed violently within her, and he stiffened with release. He crushed her in his embrace and his teeth dug painfully against her skin as his smoldering load flooded her bowel.

*Ohhh! Fuck…Fuck!* Merille let out a muffled scream when another shattering surge of pleasure lanced through her.

She jerked in convulsive spasms between the men, drowning in complete bliss and losing herself to the intoxicating euphoria.

The brown-haired man slammed her face into his crotch and held her planted there as he began to pulse furiously in her throat. Then it came in hot sputtering spurts. His pungent goo coated her throat and flowed copiously into her stomach.

After a moment, the men dislodged from her, letting the hunter slide limply on the wood floor. Their murky seed oozed from her abused holes as she lay breathless in euphoric delirium.

After three years, the heat of semen felt almost foreign inside her but Merille knew that would change by the time these men were done with her. When they were done sating their lust upon her flesh, the *heat* would become the sensation she could not live without.

*I’ll be theirs to use. To ravage. To break…just like back then.*

New pairs of hands grabbed her and all that filled her was gleeful anticipation.

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