“I-I…” she started, but words would not come out.
It was easy when darkness and long tresses of fake golden hair concealed her features. Under the illumination of a glow-crystal and surrounded by four men, the pleas stuck behind the lump in her throat.
The bandit came for her without warning. He plunged deep inside her with his fingers while rubbing at her slick bud with brutal speed.
“No! N-No…I-I can’t…” the petite merc groaned, her head jerking back from the violent onslaught of pleasure.
“Then tell me! Do you want to cum, Raven?” Salus asked through sadistic chuckles as he continued to abuse her sopping pussy.
“Nghh! I-I…I…”
Pain shot through her when the black-haired bandit tugged on her erect nipple. His rough fingers clamped on her pink tip until it reddened with agony before he twisted and pulled on it cruelly.
The blend of rapturous torment overwhelmed her. Merille wanted to fight it, to escape their captivity, and to not succumb to the pleasure. But coherent thoughts tumbled out of her grasp as if she was trying to hold water in shaking hands.