The Count and the Lord each seized a breast.
They pinched the nipples between their fat thumbs and forefingers. Hard. They twisted. The pink nubs were stiff from the cold air and the fear, and the pain shot through Vess’s chest like white lightning. Her back arched off the bed.
"MMMPH~!! NGH~!! HNGHH~!!"
"Grab her hand," the Lord commanded.
He was the hairiest of them. Dark tufts covered his chest, his shoulders, his back. His belly was a massive, hanging weight. His cock was thick and dark and curved slightly upward, the head swollen to a bulbous crown. He grabbed Vess’s limp right hand and forced her fingers around his shaft. The skin was hot and slick with his own leaking. He moved her hand up and down, using her as a sleeve, a tool, a masturbatory aid.
The Count did the same on her left side. Her arms were moved for her. She was stroking two cocks while the Prince fucked her virgin pussy and the Baron fucked her mouth. Her body was a machine for their pleasure. Her confusion was absolute. Her tears ran down her temples into her hair.
"Please—" she tried to say around the Baron’s shaft. The sound came out as "Pleh— pleh—" before the Baron pushed deeper, cutting off her airway.
"Yeah," the Prince grunted. His thrusts were gaining speed. PAH. PAH. PAH. The sound of his hips meeting her thighs was the sound of wet meat striking meat. "You bitch. You laughed at us. You called us pigs. Look at you now. Moaning like a pig. Oinking for cock. Take it. Take it, you cheap sword-carrying whore."
"MMMPH~!! GLK~!! NGH~!!"
The Baron pulled out of her mouth with a wet, sucking sound. A thick strand of saliva and pre-cum connected his cock to her lower lip. He slapped her face with it. The heavy shaft left a wet mark across her cheek.
"Look at her," the Baron sneered. "The strong mercenary. The soldier. She is nothing. She is a wet hole. A puffy little cunt that bleeds for us."
"Turn her," the Count said. His doughy face was flushed. His pale cock was in her hand, but he wanted more. "I want her from behind. I want to see her ass while I take her."
They moved her like meat.
The Prince pulled out—SKHLRK—and the blood and her virgin wetness made a slick, obscene sound. They flipped her. Face down. Her cheek pressed into the white cushion. Her knees were pulled up under her. Her ass was raised. The Lord held her shoulders down. The Count positioned himself behind her.
His pale, soft body pressed against her back. His doughy chest was cold and clammy. His cock—pale, thick, with a vein that ran along the top like a blue rope—found her ruined entrance from behind and drove in without hesitation.
PAH PAH PAH—
"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! KYAAANGH~!!"
"So wet," the Count moaned. "So wet and tight. Even after the Prince. The bitch is like a fist."
"Fuck her harder," the Baron said. He was kneeling at the side of the bed, stroking himself, watching with the hot, furious eyes of a man who had been denied too long. "Break her. Make her remember who owns her tonight. Make her regret every laugh."
The Count gripped her hips. His fat fingers left marks. He slammed. The impact of his soft belly against her ass was loud and wet. Her face was pressed into the cushion. She could not breathe. She turned her head. The Prince immediately grabbed her hair and forced her face back down.
"Silence," the Prince said. "We do not want to hear your words. Only your screams. Only the sound of your body being used."
PAH PAH PAH PAH—
"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! HAAAAANGHH~!!"
The Count pulled out. He had not finished. He was taking his time. They all were. They had the whole night. The Lord took his place.
The hairy Lord pressed his body against her. His thick, dark cock entered her pussy. The hair around his groin scratched against her inner thighs. He was rougher than the others. He did not roll. He hammered. Each thrust was a slam. His heavy, hairy balls slapped against her clit with each impact.
"Did you call us pigs?" the Lord grunted, his hips slamming her. "Did you laugh? You are the pig now. You are the sow. We are the men. We are the nobles. You are the animal."
"Please—" she gasped into the pillow. "Please— slow— gentle— I don’t know why— why you are hurting me— I don’t understand— why are you putting your things inside me—"
"Because you are a cunt," the Prince said. He was at the side of the bed, watching, stroking his own cock back to full hardness. "That is what cunts are for. That is all you are. You thought you were a warrior. You were wrong. You are a warm, wet hole for men to spend their frustration in."
"Turn her again," the Baron said. "I want to see her face when I fuck her."
They flipped her onto her back. Her legs were spread wide. The Baron positioned himself between her thighs. His body was the widest, the shortest, the most compact. His cock was thick as a bottle. He pressed it against her entrance and pushed.
SKHLRK—
"AAAAAANGHH~!!"
He filled her completely. His belly pressed down on her stomach. His chest hair scratched her tits. He gripped her wrists and pinned them above her head. He began to thrust with a furious, grinding rhythm.
PAH PAH PAH—
"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! KYAAANGH~!!"
"You laughed," the Baron said, his face inches from hers. His breath was hot and rotten. "You laughed at us. You thought we were fat. You thought we were weak. Look at me now. Look at who is inside you. Look at who is breaking you."
"Please—" she sobbed. "I am sorry— I am sorry I laughed— please— I did not know— I did not know this would happen—"
"You did not know?" the Count laughed. He was at the side of the bed, watching, his pale cock in his hand. "You did not know that men fuck women? You did not know that cunts are made for cocks? You are a stupid bitch. A stupid, virgin bitch."
"Virgin no more," the Prince said.
The Baron came.
The seed shot into her in thick, hot ropes. She felt it. The warmth flooded her deepest place. She felt it filling her, occupying her womb. She did not understand what it was. She thought he was peeing inside her. She thought something was wrong. She cried harder.
"Get off," the Prince said. "I want her ass."
They pulled her.
The Baron rolled off, his cock slipping out with a wet sound. The seed immediately began to leak from her stretched entrance. The Lord grabbed her hips and flipped her. Her face was pressed into the pillow. Her ass was up.
"Now," the Prince said. "The ass. I want to hear her scream for the ass."
He positioned himself behind her. His cock—coated in her blood and her wetness and the Baron’s seed—pressed against her anal. The ring was tight. Unbroken. He pushed.
"NO—" she screamed. "NOT THERE— PLEASE— I HAVE NEVER—"
POP.
SKHLRK—
"KKKKHAAAAAAANNGHHHHHH~!!"
Her back arched violently. The ring tore. The head pushed through the resistance. The walls of her rectum were virgin-tight, dry, burning. The Prince groaned with the sensation.
"So tight," he gasped. "Even tighter than her cunt. Even after her cunt. This is the hole of a warrior. This is the hole of a bitch who thought she was strong."
PAH PAH PAH—
"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! HAAAAANGHH~!! PLEASE— PLEASE— IT IS BURNING— I AM BURNING—"