Dark Times, Rough Times

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(closed for myself and sallythescorpian)

Year of our Lord 1436

Amiens, domain of Burgundy

Serjant Jean and his men were growing bored. After the city was annexed by treaty to the Duchy, the Duke Phillip le Bon decided to turn his attentions to the north, to Flanders and the regions that he had to struggle with both the Emperor and the Crown of France, the war had grown soft and there was little excitement nowadays.

After all, Phillip decided that befriending France was turning out to be a better bussiness than with England. So, the burgundians at Amiens had not to contend with the nearby french-held cities anymore.

So, Jean and his fellow had little to do except getting drunk with the free ale offered to the soldiers of the Duchy. This time, he and other two soldiers were sitting at the inn's porch, awaiting for something to happen.

One of them was an english. Welsh, actually, but nobody cared anymore. Except that Arthur was a capable archer, and most of the longbowmen had fled north, to where the war was more... interesting. The other, Tomazzo, was a savoyard whose skill with the crossbow contended constantly with the arrows of the welsh.

"What a terrible, boring day." Jean cursed. Nobody happened at Amiens any more. The inn was just in the outskirts of the city, among the hamlets of peasants that still had not swore fealty to the burgundians. Blasted dogs.

Suddenly, someone walking down the muddy road catched his eye. A woman, yes. And not too bad-looking, after all. Or was that the beer talking?

 

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Allura de Richard was scared. She had ventured out of the walled city, into the rural part of Amiens, but she had to find Jacques. They had married four years before, when she was twenty one, and virtually an old maid.

She had loved him from the age of 15, but she had not been allowed to marry him, and then, to her horror, he had married another, and broken her heart. His wife, however had died when birthing their first born, and he had left, going south to Marseille, but he had returned, and when he did, they had married.

She loved him, with everything in her, but while he was a good provider, he was also a womanizer. She was a good God fearing woman, who went to church and prayed, and some of the things her husband suggested were nothing short of sinful, and she refused him.

He been out in the woodlands poaching, when the soldiers arrived. There was a little cabin in the woods, where a widow woman lived, and Jacques had spent time there before, and Allura was determined to find him, and drag him away from that harlot!

She was skulking along the edge of the forrest, when she heard them, the soldiers chatting amongst themselves, drinking and being loud and crude. She kept inside the trees, tip toeing, being careful not to attract their attention. Then one of them looked her way, and got to his feet.

Terrified she began to run, not watching where she was going, she just knew she needed to get away from them quickly. Hopefully they were as drunk as they sounded, and too lazy to give chase.

She hitched up her skirts, and ran for all she was worth, and then she felt it, the snare, biting into her ankle as it quickly brought her to the ground.

She screamed a moment later as she felt a hand on the back of her skirt, and she was pulled up. She trembled, remainaing silent, hoping he meant only to help free her. He pulled out a dirk, and slashed the string forming the snare, and then to her horror, he called to his friends.

 

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"Look what we have here...", Jean smiled wickedly towards the woman. She wasn't too younger than himself, after all. And she was pretty. Very. For a soldier who was used to sleep in haypiles with no other company besides other men-at-arms and pigs, the Serjeant was quite satisfied he hadn't drinked too much ale, after all, for it had turned out to catch a fine fish in his net.

The snare, forgotten by some poacher, was probably there for a day, at maximum. After all, it had brought down the woman, hadn't it?

"Come, boys! Come, I just found something!"

Jean wasn't as tall as Jacques, but he was much broader. His shoulders and arms were tanned and well-bore after years of fighting with the halberd, his greasy beard growing almost wild under his chin. Allura noticed his broken nose, as he bent to pull her up standing by her hair, taking out the small sheet of cloth that married women should use.

He examined her body greedily as his partners catched up with Jean. Tomazzo was the first to arrive, having driked just a tankard, while the Welsh struggled to stride straight.

"What does such a pretty face like yours doing out here, ma'am??", Jean asked, his eyes blazing while he held Allura at her knees, befor him.

 

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Allura quickly found herself dragged to her feet, as her hair was pulled above her head. The man holding her was a broad, young soldier, who appeared as though he had been living rough for a while! His shoulder were massive, but he was less tall than Jacques, but still almost a foot taller than her. She barely made 5'1".

She felt tiny surrounded by the three men. Quickly she found herself pushed to her knees, leaving he unfortunately at eye level with the swelling at their groins, which comfirmed her fear that they were not here to help her.

"Please, let me go!! Don't....."

She trailed off, unable to bring herself to voice the words that terrified her. She looked about hoping to see help at hand, but the forrest was silent, save for the soldiers.

She looked over to the little clearing where they had been sitting, where the fire was smouldering, and the ale being consumed. Her heart was hammering, and she brought up her hands, tugging up the shift at the front of her dress which was showing a lot more of her breasts than normal, as she had been running, something that was not practical with breasts as large as hers.

Her black hair fell around her shoulders, at least that that the soldier was not holding, and she looked away, looking up pleadingly, to see three faces, masked with lust, as they looked down the front of her dress.

 

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"Please, let me go!! Don't....."

"She has quite a rack, eh?", the savoyard commented, smiling towards the others. Tomazzo had brought the crossbow with him, but except for the dirks and the mace that sat on Jean's belt, they were unarmed.

But before such a small creature, they were overpowering. Tomazzo was as tall as Jacques, but as capable of feats of strenght as the burgundian. The english was somewhat oblivious of the situation, smiling dumbly as he stared at Allura's chest.

Jean suddenly kelt himself before Allura, his grimace filled with lust. Still holding her hair, the serjeant brough her face close to his.

"We will let you go, dear, for you see... Lord Phillip wishes us to treat well all the frenches. We are supposed to get friendly, you see..."

The serjeant's bad breath wasn't as bad as Allura thoughted it to be, after all. But Jean's hygiene was the least of her concerns.

"I have an idea...", the burgundian went on.

Too quick for her to react, Jean caughted Allura by the waist and lifted her to his shoulders, alone. He wasn't the most bright warrior from the garrison, but he had made renown due to his strong arms. Laughting, Jean lead the group about twenty paces inside the woods, the peasant at his arms struggling against this... situation.

As Jean bumped around, both Tomazzo and Arthur stared at Allura's breasts. Those were quite appealing ones, large enough to make them think she was pregnant. But the men didn't care, for a twisted plan had already made it's way to their minds. As they went one, both of them made faces and smiles as her breasts sagged around, showing themselves as Jean walked.

Jean suddenly throwed Allura to the ground, caring not how she landed on the dirt-covered leaves. Before she could get up again, Tomazzo pulled up his own dagger, and circled her, closing her way.

"I'll go first."

"Why's that?", Tomazzo started.

"Because I am your superior and I've found her!", retorted the serjeant angrily. He catched the peasant's hair once again, and brough her close to his groin. A sizeable bulge was forming there, and as he got Allura's face closer to it, he grinned once more towards the woman.

"Simple enough, dear. I'd be delighted if ye were to help me with my... growing problem."

Arthur laughted again. Tomazzo held his own manhood over the fabric of his pants, awaiting for Allura to start up.

"Take it out, darling."

 

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"She has quite a rack, eh?"

Allura bristled at the coarse remark.

She was terrified now, fearing the worst. But she was frozen to the spot. She ought to fight, to run, even to scream, but she was frozen with fear and unable to do any of those things.

"We will let you go, dear, for you see... Lord Phillip wishes us to treat well all the Frenchies. We are supposed to get friendly, you see..."

She recoiled from him, sucking in a breath, her heart hammering.

With a thump, she was thrown to the ground, hitting it flat on her back, knocking the wind from her lungs. She tried to breathe in, but she couldn't, and that stopped her scream.

They began to bicker amongst themselves, fighting over who would go first!!

She began to scramble away, but before she could, a sharp dagger was at her throat. They were going to kill her!! She began to cry.

" I'd be delighted if ye were to help me with my... growing problem."

"Take it out, darling."

She stared from one to the other, did they actually expect that she would willingly assist in this. She struggled , but the sharp knife pressed against her neck, and trembling she reached out, and closed her hand around the proffered dick. She had no idea what she was supposed to do now. She had refused to touch her husband like this, and she looked terrified from one to the other, hoping for mercy and finding nothing but lust.

The man waving his manhood before her, leaned forward, and grabbed her hair, yanking her head right back, and forcing her her neck to strain. Then, his other hand pinched her nose, pressing hard on the underside until the pain overcame her and forced her to open, and take him into her mouth.

She was almost sick, and it was obvious to all that this was not an act she had engaged in before, but suddenly, he grabbed her hair, and drove in, forcing his cock into her mouth, gagging her, choking her.

 

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Jean drove all of his member inside of Allura's throat. So suddenly the peasant gasped and choked on his filthy cock. As he went inside, he held her hair with one hand, keeping her from backing off.

"She's never did so before!", laughted Arthur, pointing at her face, his other hand already unbuckling his belt. "Look at her eyes!"

"It can't be! She's an old bitch, this one! Almost as old as Good Jean here!! How could she have never did that??", taunted Tomazzo, who stared at Allura's face.

The woman was choking on it. Jean used both hands, one on her hair, the other grabbing the back of her neck, to bring it all inside of her mouth. Allura went forward as the man held her in place, his prick going all the way to the hilt inside of her mouth. Both her and Jean felt his member hit the back of her throat, and start to descend further. He held her there for about twenty seconds, her hands struggling to let her go.

Allura couldn't catch a breath. He was suffocating her with his cock. Nausea filled her nostrils, and her eyes widened as she felt his balls at her chin. He was too strong for her. She couldn't breath.

"Look at her go!", the welsh kept saying, his own prick in his hands. Tomazzo decided to join the fun, too. He came from behind her, as Jean held her plugged at his phalus. The savoyard then caressed her hair, the knife-hand at her neck, and pulled out his own dick.

Tomazzo then lowered the top-half of Allura's dress. It was a simple, rough fabric, but it concealed two breath-taking breasts. The most perfectly round the soldiers had ever seen. Tomazzo toyed a little with her hair, rubbing his erection in her long, black mane.

Suddenly, he backed up, as Jean letted her go.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Allura was petrified!! She was choking on the cock being forced into her throat! She struggled by their size relative to hers made a mockery of her attempts.

"She's never did so before!",

One of them men made the comment, and although Allura couldn't see him, she could hear the lust in his voice, and knew that his comment was not made with sympathy, but with lust. The same voice continued on:-

"Look at her eyes!"

"It can't be! She's an old bitch, this one! Almost as old as Good Jean here!! How could she have never did that??"

the voice of the other chimed in, adding insult to injury. Her face reddened even more at his humiliating remark.
The broad soldier who grabbed her first, who she heard the other call Jean, was driving his dick deep down her throat, suffocating her. Her eyes streamed, and when he pulled his cock from her mouth thick strands of saliva connected him to her face. Jean drove in again, pushing hard, until her face was mashed against his groin.

"Look at her go!",

Her face flamed against, shamed at his remark, however untrue it might be.

Suddenly, Jean let her go. She gasped in a breath, and then Jean's cock was replaced with another, ramming deep in her throat, the taste putrid, making her gag. This seemed to only add to their enjoyment, and she struggled to get some control of what was being done to her.

They pulled her around and positioned her as they wanted, as if she was a rag doll, and she was unable to do a thing about it.

The squeezer her breasts painfully, pinching her nipples, making her moan with pain. she wanted to pray, surely God would help her now, but she couldn't concentrate, her body overcoming her mind, forcing her entire focus to be on survival.

 

[LordLuck]

The men noticed her red cheeks. That only turned them on.

As Tomazzo took Jean's place before the woman, he looked at her desperate eyes with joy, and lust. He went all the way inside of her as well, his member as big as Jean's - except that his smelled a lot worse.

"Now, now, girl, be nice and I won't have to poke yer eyes."

Tomazzo was a little less rough than Jean. He also force him inside, but he awaited for Allura to catch a little breath between thrusts. Unlike Jean, who held the peasant at his cock, Tomazzo grabbed Allura with both hands at her head, forcing her into his erection in a steady, faster pace.

She drolled all over his member, globets of saliva dripping from his dick to her sizeable breasts.

"No biting, lady, or I'll have to gut ye like a fish."

The welsh grabbed both her tits greadily, weighing and toying them with his callous hands.

"Calm down, Tomi, let some of her to me!", Arthur spoke, still dizzy from the mead he'd drunk earlier.

Jean stood beside Tomazzo, before Allura. As the savoyard rammed his cock at her throat, mindless to the sobbing and tears, Jean took her right, struggling hand, closing it over his moisted prick, holding her hand in place.

"Here, girl. Keep it up."

He forced Allura to masturbate him as she blowed Tomazzo. It was disgusting. She'd never touched Jacques like that, nor putted his member in her mouth, and now these soldiers forced her to do all what the priests forbade.

All was quiet in the woods, except for Allura's gagging in Tomi's cock.

 

[sallythescorpian]

The second man stank to high heaven, and his smell alone was enought to make her want to throw up, and his cock ramming feverishly in and out of her throat, was enough to make her gorge rise. But she couldn't vomit her throat was clogged with his thick shaft.

At least he gave her the chance to breathe occasionally. Her breasts were being brutally mauled by she didn't know by who, and her nipples were pinched and twisted cruelly.

She had stopped crying now, it was pointless, and begging for mercy where none was to be forthcoming was only a waste. Now she was focussed on survival.

Then the first guy grabbed her hand, and closed it around his still hard shaft, and forced her to stroke him, to masturbate him. It was sinful as was the act she was doing with her mouth, but surely the priests would forgive her, as this was against her will.

The dreadful smell had faded now, his foul taste washed off by her mouth, and she had choked down whatever foulness was on him. It suddenly occured to her that he might have not washed since he had a whore, and she was tasting that on him!! It was a horrific thought, and she gagged again, forgetting about the motion of her hand on the first man.

A sharp slap to her breast reminded her, and she resumed the action. The third man then came to her other side, and grabbed her wrist, spitting on it, and then closing it around his shaft. He was much thicker than the other and her hand came only two thirds of the way around. It suddenly occurred to her that if she could make him finish this way, she might be saved the ordeal of having him in her mouth! She began to pump him furiously, as hope blossomed and she began to believe that she might be let go as soon as each had reached their climax. Hopefully she could avoid any more contact with them!!

 

[LordLuck]

"Hehe... she's getting the hang of this!", the still stoned welsh remarked as Allura suddenly started to stroke him fiercely.

"Yes, she's no better than any tavern wench, see?", Jean laughet, grabbing her soft breast with his filthy fingers, slapping them as she stroked Arthur harded them himself.

It was working. The welsh had spat on her hand to lubricate his own prick, but the alcohol level at his head was speeding up the effect of the motion. She would already see the precum oozing out of his erection.

Tomazzo moaned as he sped up the throat-fucking. He started to force Allura's face harder and deeped down his shaft, and suddenly, she held her lips at the very base of his filthy cock.

Allura felt the bile coming up, starting to burn the back of her throat. She gagged terribly on the savoyard, struggling to breath, her eyes still pleading for air. The soldier held her in place, forcing every inch further inside her.

Another moan, and Allura felt a salty taste. Tomazzo hadn't been with a woman for weeks, and haven't bathed for months, his load gushing out of his cock directly into the woman's throat, little of it spreading inside her mouth. She was sure she would puke, but she couldn't as the savoyard held her clamped in his member, until the very last second of his ejaculation.

"Now, now... take it all, girl... we don't want to ruin your dress..."

With one hand, Tomazzo forced her to gulp it all down. The bile went down, as he forced his hand down her neck, following the semem he had sprayed inside of her. The cock still pulsating in her mouth, Allura felt the man's hand forcing it down on her. She was so shocked she forgot to keep stroking the other men, until the burgundian slapped her cheek, deformed by the dick inside.

It was disgusting. Not it was only forbidden, but outright nasty. If she didn't vomited now, Allura knew she would just as the man withdrawed his cock from her.

 

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"Hehe... she's getting the hang of this!

His comment stung, as she frantically struggled to breathe, while she pumped the two cocks filling her hands.

"Yes, she's no better than any tavern wench, see?",

That brought tears to her eyes, and the pinch to her nipple made her scream, although it was smothered by the cock gagging her. The man whose cock was in her throat was pulling her head hard against him groin, forcing every last inch down her gullet.

Saliva streamed from her mouth, as tears streamed from her eyes, and she wondered if this ordeal would ever end.

Suddenly there was a horrific taste in her mouth, and she could feel his seed as it spurted down her throat.

"Now, now... take it all, girl... we don't want to ruin your dress..."

It seemed to go on and on, as he grunted and moaned before pulling out of her mouth. Allura fell to her hands and knees, retching!!

The bile that had been in her throat only moments ago, was gone, her frantic gulping to swallow the disgusting seed of her rapist, had driven in all down deep into her stomach. She gasped for air,frantic to fill her lungs with pure fresh air, and then a thought occurred to her, and she leaped to her feet, and made a run for it, catching the men by surprise, but not getting far! Her heavy, unfettered breasts bounced wildly, and painfully as she tried to make her escape.

She had run no more than fifty feet when they were on her again, tackling her and bringing her down to the ground

 

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"Stupid, french whore!", Jean swore as he pinned Allura face down into the leaves, his hand holding her head tight as she cried again, the tears cutting her face, the sobs only helping the soldiers to get even hornier. Keeping a knee on the woman's back, the serjeant's weight was more than enough to keep her struggles insignificant.

"She has a velvet tongue, though!", Tomazzo added, his drooled member getting lump after filling the peasant's mouth.

"Foolish girl... We would only make you blow us once, and then we'd leave you be! Stupid girl...", Jean lowered himself onto her, almost whispering the words in her ears, "I would even pay you four golden ducats! Now you really pissed me off."

Allura felt the burgundian's hands working down over her back, as Tomazzo knelt himself before her, holding her head down, his dirk at her throat. Jean rubbed his hands over Allura's body, from her slender shoulders to her breasts, and then down... always keeping the heavy knee at her back. Suddenly, the welsh ran back to the clearing the soldiers were drinking, searching for something interesting to add to the... fun.

He reached her waist. The burgundian palmed her ass, taking his time examining her backside over the cloth.

The woman knew then that the violation had only begun. Jean pulled the bottom of her dress up, revealing her bottom. The peasant started to sweat, cold, fearful sweat, as the soldier clutched her buttocks, spreading both cheeks wide, a depraved smile in his lips.

"Look at this, boys!", he laughted,"Look how tight she is!"

"So you won't use the back entrance, eh?", the very mention of 'tight' started to stiff Tomazzo again.

Jean motioned himself over Allura, his legs over hers, groping her tighs. He then started to reach for her virtue. The serjeant probed with his thick, callous fingers, searching for the peasant's 'pearl', caressing her roughly, sending the tips of his fingers inside her.

The shame! Oh, the shame Allura felt! It was wrong!

 

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"Stupid, french whore!",

With that she was pinned to the ground, the big, strong man pinning the small of her back to the ground.

"Foolish girl... We would only make you blow us once, and then we'd leave you be! Stupid girl...",

His words terrified her. What the Hell was going to happen to her now??? She was terrified that they wanted to lay with her as a husband lays with his wife!

Hands were all over her, groping her, and then, she screamed around the new cock in her mouth, as she felt her skirts being yanked up and ass being exposed. Rough hands pulled the cheeks of her ass apart, exposing her most private of parts to the broad daylight!! her husband had never seen her bare flesh!! It was always dark when she allowed him to take her, and she lifted the front of her night gown enough for him to defile her with his manhood.

"Look at this, boys! Look how tight she is!"

She cringed. They weren't talking about her... no!! NO!!!

"So you won't use the back entrance, eh?",

She was relieved that he was not going to violate her there!! At least that was something!!

His fingers were making free probing her, and touching.... Oh! What was that?? It was sending shudders though her, making her moan, making her get wet "down there". What was happening to her?? What was he doing??

 

[LordLuck]

"Oh, I am doing it allright!", Jean laughted back as his fingers started to feel her moisture. She wasn't all that frigid, after all!

The welsh had just returned to see the exposed intimacy of Allura.

"Eh, Tomi, my turn!", the taller of the three, Arthur was also the thinnest. Unfortunatelly for Allura, he was also the longest of the soldiers that ravaged her.

He sat down by a nearby tree stump, just the place where the savoyard were before the peasant, and then he motioned to Jean to drag the woman towards him. Laughting, Tomazzo left to be at her side, his still worned-out prick flapping around, flacid.

Umbuckling his trousers again, he motioned hi prick up in all of his erection's majesty, just an inch before Allura's ravaged, drooling mouth. Not waiting for her to take the iniciative, he pulled her to himself by the ears, until she was on fours, facing him.

Arthur started slowly, much slower than the others. At first, he just forced the head of his cock at Allura's mouth, slowly and purposefully enjoying every second of her wetness.

"Eh, Archie! She ain't be yer lover, you thick-head! No need to be gentle!", said the bourguignon, as he positioned himself behind the woman.

Jean wasn't so kind. He started to lick both sides of Allura's buttocks, his fingers working all the way inside her. But suddenly, he stopped.

Allura then felt a strong, forward pressure at her ass. He wasn't going for the only place she letted Jacques have her - he was just starting to spread her behind.

 

[sallythescorpian]

She was crying again, as the third man grabbed her by the ears and directed her mouth to where he wanted her! The other two men moved in, as her ass was exposed again.

She could feel her womanly folds all slick, and she wondered what was happening. Then, to her horror she felt hands on her ass once more, as the man on the stump, Archie his friends called him, began to feed her his cock. She thought about biting them, but that would only make it worse, and it was not the thought that they would kill her so much as how they would kill her that prevented her from doing so.

The man forcing her to suck his cock, was more gentle at least than the others, although no cleaner, but he wasn't brutalising her.... yet

"Eh, Archie! She ain't be yer lover, you thick-head! No need to be gentle!",

She felt one on the men, his hard shaft out, meaning that it was most likely Jean, as Tomi was still flaccid, positioning himself.

She began to cry hard again. He was going to defile her, to invade her womanly folds in a place only a husband, whose union has been blessed by God, should go.

She struggled to get away, but he had her firmly by the hips.

"NOOOOoooooo!!!"

I was worse!! He was forcing his cock into the most evil of places, he was sodomizing her!!!! The pain was excruciating, and she screamed, feeling like he was ripping her in two. He took no account of her wishes, her feelings, her comfort, he just thrust determinedly inward.

She used her muscles to try to expel him, pressing outward, but to her horror that seemed to ease his passage. Her rear entrance felt as though it was on fire, and she felt like he was splitting her in two, and it was utterly humiliating!!!!

She managed to pull her head of the third man's dick.

"Please don't I beg you!! I'll .... I'll take you any other way, but not like that it is a sin against God!!! And if hurts!! Jesus, it hurts!!"

 

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"Please don't I beg you!! I'll .... I'll take you any other way, but not like that it is a sin against God!!! And if hurts!! Jesus, it hurts!!"

"Does it, dear? Does it?", Jean held her ass tight between his hands, he had just started going in - nothing more than the head had entered, and he felt her rectum reacting to his presence, clamping his own cock.

"I'll ram you so hard you'll never be able to sit again, whore! That'll teach you!", there wasn't only lust in Jean's voice. There was just outright evil. Something twisted had taken hold into his heart. He drove himself into her bowels, her ass resisting as he forced himself through.

Allura was sure he would rip her apart. Her tears flowed freely as Jean grunted and moaned, going as far as possible inside of the poor peasant. He catched a handful of her hair, and pulled her back, easing his own disconfort as he went inside.

Good lord, she was marvellous. Her ass was the forbidden fruit painted into the church's walls. Jean knew he would have trouble to keep himself from climaxing inside of her.

"Make her shut up!", he bellowed as her ass started to spread his cock, her pain turning to his pain.

Arthur was startled as Jean suddenly pulled Allura's hair. Grasping her tear-soaked hair, he forced her head down on him again, this time going further to keep her from screaming.

Tomazzo kneeled by her side, groping the woman's breasts and caressing her, suspiciously staring at Jean and his rampage. The bourguignon was mounting Allura with no mercy, no pity, only his own pleasure in his mind.

 

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"Does it, dear? Does it?"

His actions belied the consideration his words conveyed. He held still, and she desperately hoped he would pull out, despite the menace he exuded..

"I'll ram you so hard you'll never be able to sit again, whore! That'll teach you!"

She sobbed hard, and her face was the picture of misery as he wrapped his hand in her long black hair, and yanked her head back, making her arch her back painfully. She yelled, terrified, and hurting.


"Make her shut up!",

With that the man defiling her forced her head right down on the other man's cock, making her take what felt like miles of it. His cock drove deep into her throat, making her neck bulge painfully.

The third man was crouched at her side, slapping her breasts painfully, pinching and pulling on her nipples, using them to pull on her pendulous tits.

She imagined she must look obscene, her breasts hanging down unfettered, reminicent of a cow's udder! she knew that her nipples were not far off the ground, and she screamed silently around the cock, as she was catapulted forward, as the man, Jean, leaning behind her, thrust forward, with all his weight behind him. His cock forced his way in, until his heavy ball sac slapped against her wet, and empty cunt.

She was in agony, feeling as thought she had just been ripped in two.

 

[LordLuck]

Jean literally rode Allura's butt with abandon. As he pulled her under himself the further he could towards his groin, his sack slapping at her cunt, her back aching as he pulled her through the shoulders, Arthur pulled he back at his cock, forcing him inside of her throat, like a depraved tug of war.

The welsh at her mouth started to whisper to her, staring at her tearful eyes as he drove his lenght down her, her neck awfully distorted while it tried to make room for the bulge.

"Keep cool, girl. It's gonna be all over soon, my dear. Soon.", his eyes were as lustful as the others, but there was something... a light deep in them that spoke of kindness. How could it be?

"Yes, it hurts, but it you'll get used to it, and the pain will cease.", his whispers sounded like those of a lover, he never stopped staring at Allura's face, keeping her from looking towards the burgundian that was raping her ass roughly.

Jean penetrated her as far as he could, her rectum spreading as he violated her, his cock never leaving her insides completely. He started to caught up a pace, going all the way inside and hammering him in, the strenght sending a shiver of pain all the way through Allura's spine every time Jean hilted himself.

Tomazzo started to wander his hand from the peasant's breasts down at her cunt. He probed it, played with it, making her water it a little more, taking her attention from the savage humping on her backside.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Allura was in absolute misery!! She was sure that the savage attack on her rear entrance would do permanent damage!! The man, Arthur they called him, who was forcing his cock down her throat, whispered to her, his tone that of a lover, and yet, he continued to ravage her throat!!

The man riding her ass was slapping her now, raising red hand prints on her pale, white flesh, as he grunted obscenely while he defiled her.

The third man, the one who smelled so bad, Tomi she thought his name, he had given up his game of slapping her breasts, of pinching and rolling her nipples, and had slid his hand lover, flicking something in her womanly folds.

It was like an electric shock as it went through her, wave of sensation, making her moan. Over and over he repeated it, making her cunt wetter and wetter. Jean's balls slapped at the entrance to her cunt, and now loud wet, noises could be heard.

The man with his hand on her, seemed to know what he was doing, just touching that one spot over and over, and soon Allura was moaning loudly, and driving herself wildly between the two men whose cocks were pistoning her, driving into her mouth and her ass!!

Then, suddenly with a scream she came, her pussy juice squirting from her, soaking the ground beneath her, as she bucked wildly, experiencing her first ever orgasm at the hands of her rapists.

 

[LordLuck]

"Look at her! Look at her!", Tomazzo kept touching her, his hands growing soaked as she lubricated herself. As Allura moaned, she gagged on Arthur's ever-thrusting cock.

"She's enjoying it! Ha Hah, look at her flows!", Jean felt her moisture as his balls kept slapping at Allura's cunt. Not too far now, he'd climax as well.

Arthur was already raising into his own. When the woman started to moan on her first orgasm, he couldn't help it any longer. The familiar taste she already had started to spill from his member into her mouth, but the welsh didn't force his prick into her throat as Tomazzo did, forcing his cum inside of her.

He pulled out.

"Aaaahhh..."

A thick jet of jizz splashed over Allura's face, hitting her straight into her nostrils. It was as heavy as a hand slap. A second came, flowing through her forehead, and a third, and a fourth had it way into her messy hair.

The yeoman couldn't control his cumming, so he just kept going, spraying Allura's face with his oozing liquids, moaning wildy. As he finished, her face was caked with cum, droll and tears. A thread of cum dripped from her chin, making it's way into her breasts.

Jean kept ramming her like a blacksmith hammers the steel, caring not of how she tried to get a breath, with cum going down her nostrils. He reveled in her disconfort, his own cock already red from the friction with her insides.

 

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In spite of her discomfort, she had orgasmed, and in doing so had relaxed the muscles in her ass a little, making Jean's mission easier.

he was pounding her, hammering into her with all the force in her body! She squeled, and shuddered, still cumming hard even as Arthur sprayed her face with his seed.

She sucked in air choking on his cum as it filled her nostrils and airways.

Still the ass rape went on unrelenting, and she was worried now that the one who had been groping her, Tomi, that he would be looking for his turn when the others were done.

"Let me go, you bastards all of you!!! Let me go!! My husband will have your head."

 

[LordLuck]

"Will he?", Tomi laughted,"He couldn't even have you blow him!"

Arthur moved aside, taking a small flagon from his pouch. He sat by a nearby tree, brinking the beverage to his mouth as he watched the poor woman getting plowed.

"Perhaps we should search him, and teach him how to properly handle a beauty like you."

Suddenly, Jean started to grunt and moan a lot more than he had during the ass-fuck. He arched himself over Allura's back, bringing her face down on the dirty earth as he covered her back. His cock hilted itself the most he could without putting his balls inside of her ass, and there he stood immobile for a moment, Allura's struggles held down by both his own weight and Tomazzo's hands.

Allura felt his orgasm. Jean hugged her roughly as he pumped her ass with his own ejaculation, the shots of cum jolting hot through her rectum. He held her, whispering senseless words as he filled her up. So much jizz that Allura actually felt him filling her, his cock luscious with the liquids of both itself and her butt, the excess flowing through his balls outside.

"Oh shit... damn, Jean! You're ruining her for the rest of us!", Tomazzo exclaimed.

Jean only laughted, holding tight over Allura's breasts. She couldn't tell if the bourguignon was getting flacid, for the pressure and pain were still the same as during the pumping.

The burgundian fell behind, bringing Allura with him. He felt with his back at a tree, but he did not even flich a muscle as his arms grabbed the woman. Allura was on top of him, her ass still filled with his pulsating cock, her cunt now completely uncovered as her legs went up.

Tomi was quick. The moans and grunts of Allura had brough him hard once again, and now he lowered himself over her, his callous hands keeping her legs spread wide.

"Since Jean ravaged yer backside, I'll have the honour..."

He directed his own, stiffened dick towards her moisted cunt.

 

[sallythescorpian]

"He couldn't even have you blow him!"

Tomi's mocking tone bristled and Allura would have spat at him, had her face not been driven into the mud at that moment, as Jean repositioned himself, laying his body weight on her, pumping her ass furiously as he shot load after load of cum into her ass.

He was cumming so much, filling her, and spilling over, Allura felt her belly swell as it was filled with his jism!!!

"Oh shit... damn, Jean! You're ruining her for the rest of us!"

The men joked amongst themselves, as Jean mauled her breasts, squeezing them painfully, forcing the flesh between his fingers.

Suddenly he moved and swung her about, his thick cock still plugged in her ass. Her skirts, were up around her waist, her breasts bare, to all intents and purposes naked but for the little bit of fabric at her waist.

Tomi was on her in a moment, his shaft, hard and drooling, as he positioned himself at her entrance, pushing his thick cock into her.

"Since Jean ravaged yer backside, I'll have the honour..."

He pushed in, and Allura felt as though she was about to split in two. She didn't think that anything could be worse than his cock in her ass, so unnatural a thing, a sin against God, but now, with another man in her.... what did he call it? her cunt, she felt as though she would split.

She moaned, loudly, whimpering as the both filled her, fucking her with wild abandon, and with no regard for her comfort. She could feel her pussy throbbing again, and then she screamed as she came, bouncing wildly, creaming all over Tomi's thick shaft!!

 

[LordLuck]

As Tomazzo forced himself over Allura, Jean was pinned under both of them. He had just ejaculated inside of her, his cock drenched in his own fluids inside of her, but the rubbing had him stiffening again, inside of the peasant.

"Good grief...", the serjeant moaned, while Allura trashed and cried over him.

The savoyard went inside of her cunt just like he did with her throat - deep and brutal. He didn't cared that Jean was already inside of her, he didn't cared that she was screaming at all, he just penetrated her wildly, pretty much as Jean had first spread her ass.

Tomazzo felt her unfolding before him, her moisturised depts warm and welcoming. Somehow, he knew, the woman was... enjoying this. He could feel the pressure of Jean's own cock at her rectum, his prick ravaging her insides.

"She's loving it!", Arthur laughted as he drank his licquor.

"Are you? Are you liking this, bitch?", Tomi asked, staring at Allura's soaked face, where the welsh's cum still dripped, as Jean held both of her breasts, his fingers digging in her flesh.