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The Venus Flytrap

The air inside of the tent was thick with the heady aroma of sweat and sex, illuminated only by what little light was able to filter in through the ventilation hole cut in the roof. The atmosphere was eerily silent after the scene that had been witnessed just meters outside the tent walls, bringing about a sense of foreboding with the sudden calmness. As her eyes adjusted she could make out the form of her target lounging atop a makeshift wooden throne that appeared to have been crudely pieced together from old crate panels. Even seated the man looked to be massive, his legs stretched out before him, broad shoulders pressed against the back of the stylized throne, thick arms resting atop the side panels that served as armrests. The darkness still concealed the finer details of his face save for his eyes; cold, ice blue orbs that seemed to glow in the dim light. He didn't particularly resemble a monarch, but judging from the arrogant manner in which he observed her from his seated position, he fancied himself something of one.

Dresk unfurled himself from the chair, slowly rising to such a height that the top of his head almost brushed against the tent ceiling. He took a few steps forward casually, like a predator approaching it's still distant prey, careful not to spook it into darting away. The movement brought him closer to the light source and details of his facial features became more easily discernible. His jaw squared and his brow strong, his face looked as if it could have been chiseled from stone. A long, jagged scar bisected his right eye from hairline to jawline in further contribution to his already menacing appearance. His oily, dark blonde hair hung about his thickly muscled shoulders with a single braid weaved into the right side at his temple. Every exposed inch of his massive frame bulged with obscenely corded muscle coated in a light sheen of sweat, his only covering a length of dark cloth wrapped around his waist that hung down to the top of his knees. Scars criss-crossed his chest and arms in silent testimony to a life of battle. A warrior never kept his weapon far from grasp, and amongst the tent's sparse decor was a scabbarded greatsword, sized to closely rival her own, leaned up against the left side of his 'throne'.

His pale blue eyes studied her form and a sadistically hungry grin slid across his lips upon observing her attempt to modestly obscure his view of her chest. His voice broke the silence; deep, guttural, booming. "Yet another lamb wanders into the domain of the wolf...found what you were searching for, little lamb?". He had no idea how truly accurate that last part of his statement was, or that the roles of predator and prey were more suitably applied in reverse...
 
Ysrel’s eyes had quickly attuned themselves completely to the darkness. After all these years they would have worked with astonishing precision even under a complete absence of light, and so she had no problem to make out all the significant and not so significant details of the room long before the big man stepped into the sparse light. She took those few seconds to learn the layout and prepare herself should her original plan fail. The position of his main weapon was as important as noticing a weapon rack to her right side against the tent wall that contained several shorter swords, far more practical in these enclosed confines, as well as an axe and two maces. There seemed to be no fireplace or other obstacle, whatever other items the tent contained were placed at its perimeter, none of them to be used as an obstacle in a potential fight. Like the stand that bore a leather armor inlaid with metal studs that matched Dresk’s physique, or two large iron bound chests, currently closed, containing either his remaining belongings, or the collected treasure from previous raids. None of that should matter if all went according to plan. If.

The brief grace period was soon over, though, and Ysrel reacted as was likely expected from her when the giants voice hit her. She took a step backwards bringing her bare shoulder blades in contact with the tent’s leather. Not fast enough to appear running, but a clear indication of her fright. Her arms clutched themselves even stronger against her chest, the soft flesh of her breasts welling out between them and the white of her knuckles appearing as her fingers dug into her own shoulders.

“Please sir …” she finally pleaded, eyes again wide as she looked up to the mountain of a man approaching. “Please do not hurt me.” Her head instinctively shaking as her braids began to dance.
 
Dresk's eyes flickered down to her chest as her arms tightened. This one was a particularly well shaped specimen. And so beautiful, still so innocent and pure. Could she be the one, then? Even with her breasts obscured by her arms as they were it was quite obvious that she had been blessed by the gods, that she was one of the rare individuals who possessed extraordinarily sized sexual attributes. A gift, and one long recognized to symbolize both sexual prowess and fertility. Dresk was also among the similarly blessed, but as his lower body yet remained concealed by the length of cloth, the shared likeness between them was not readily apparent to her. Was this to be interpreted as a sign from the gods then, that the woman that would grant him his greatest desire had finally been revealed to him? He had lain with woman after woman to no avail, and now finally the one that would unlock his destiny was presented to him on a silver platter, ripe for him to devour. The gods' plan made sense to him now, in hindsight; he was to mate with a woman that was his equal in shown favor, not some mere scrawny village whore.

Dresk took another slow step forward, a fanatical glint in his eye, his hands slowly clenching at his sides in anticipation of her flesh filling them. Her show of fear fed his already swollen ego and she roped him in with her act of submission. "My aim is not to harm you, little lamb...". He closed the distance between them with a final step forward before finishing his sentence, towering over her and crossing his arms before his chest in an arrogant gesture, staring down at her with his piercing blue gaze. "...My aim is to ravage you. I have waited long for this moment to come, and I will not be denied. I will also not be kept waiting...remove the rest of your garments and reveal yourself to me, unless you prefer to have them ripped from you. A shame to ruin such a pretty dress...". His tone was mocking, and his arms flexed as it to emphasize his ability to easily perform such a forceful removal.
 
As Ysrel almost mechanically gulped and forced a few tears into her eyes, her frail form seeming to shrink under the massively built man towering over her, her mind began to process what he had said. Piqued by the fact that it simply did not match what she had learned of the bandit leader previously. So far her image had been that of a hungry beast, consuming women left and right to still his lust. But his last statement implied that he expected some special sort of fulfillment by forcing himself onto her, which in turn hinted at a deeper plan, whether it was based on insanity or solid facts.

Under the light of these thoughts her eyes traveled back over his form, and now she became aware of what else had been tugging at her subconscious. The necklace he wore, hanging prominently on his chest on a bronze chain of delicate links. It was noteworthy not only because Dresk seemed to eschew any other form of jewelry and in general seemed to prefer a rugged, unkempt, largely uncared for exterior, but also for the shape of the pendant. The centerpiece was a flawless black pearl, almost half an inch in diameter, which connected the bases of two copper pyramids, the top one fixed to the chain. These pyramids sported a myriad of thin perfectly parallel deep black horizontal stripes, judging by their glint carved from jet or a similar gem and then inlaid into the copper in a remarkable display of craftsmanship. While certainly valuable because of the quality of its execution the strange, purely geometric shape did not match any fashion trend she was aware of, and in general did not give the impression it was worn for decoration. A strange item to find on a mossback brigand. She wondered how he had acquired it.

Still his demand stood in the room, and finally she began to comply, still eying him in fright as her hands fought the tendency to shake. Slowly they let loose of her shoulders and slid downwards, inch by inch revealing more of her impressive orbs until they again hung free, unobstructed, and unrestrained from her chest while her fingers gripped the part of her dress that was bunched up around her hips and began pushing downward, slipping it past her hips and revealing her nether region. She presumed the fact that she did not grow any bodily hair beneath her neckline, never had done so, was a side effect of her special condition, and in very few places was this as noticeable as her hairless nether lips that now came into view. Finally the garment had been pushed down far enough that it slid the rest of the way without further nudging and crumpled to the ground around her feet. She was not sure how pedantic Dresk was in his orders, but deemed it appropriate to play it safe, and so, while her body straightened itself again, her hands returned to her sides and her head bowed low to allow her downcast eyes to intently study the ground beneath her she slipped out of her shoes and took a half step to the side, suppressing the reflex to cover herself in any way.
 
Dresk simply watched as she slowly complied with his command, the expression of lustful hunger plain on his features. He looked every bit the part of a starving man at a king's feast, the depraved bandit lord practically salivating as the entirety of her chest was finally exposed. His estimation had not been wrong and she was indeed endowed with a magnificent pair of breasts. Although they kept his gaze occupied for a few moments, the movement of her dress as it slid down the lower half of her body drew it away. What lie in the cleft between her shapely legs was what he desired most, and his eyes hungrily devoured every inch of unblemished flesh below her navel as it was slowly revealed. Dresk had grown used to the women of the wilds, few of which had the time or inclination to groom their body hair, and a momentary look of confusion crossed his face as her perfectly smooth pubis came into view. He had been anticipating the sight of a dark thatch of pubic hair, but wasn't left to wonder long as the perfectly hairless lips of her sex were finally revealed.

Such a sight sent the lust that had already built in him boiling over, and as soon as she stepped away from the pile of clothing at her feet he was upon her. His left hand reached around to roughly grab a handful of her soft backside, fingers digging into the tender flesh as he pulled her against him. Her weighty orbs collided with the solid wall of flesh at his midsection, the amulet worn around his thick neck that she had been studying only moments prior swinging forward to slap against her cheek with the sudden swift movement. She could feel his free hand slide across the curve of her hip and down her upper thigh, the flesh of his fingers and palm calloused and rough as it drug across her soft skin.

His hand moved with purpose, and she could soon guess as to it's intent as she felt the pressure of a single finger sliding against the flesh above her hairless mound. It soon found it's mark, sliding between her nether lips, brushing roughly against her clit as it slid lower, resting at her entrance. "Shall we see just how pure you are, little lamb?"

And with that, without waiting for response, his unusually thick finger was forcefully pushed inside her warm entrance, parting her lips, gauging the feel of her inner walls as they gripped at the intruding digit as it slid ever deeper, finally coming to a halt as his last knuckle pressed against her smooth lower lips. The hand at her backside pulled her in towards him forcefully, the firm flesh of her now compressed orbs and nipples grating against the steely flesh of his abdominal muscles.

"This does not bode well for you, my prey...you are rather tight, and my finger pales in comparison to my manhood.". He slid his finger out just a bit before pushing it deeper once more, wiggling it inside her as if to demonstrate how tight her grip on it was. His eyes were glued to her face, both his ego and his rather depraved libido fueling his eagerness to observe her reactions to his probing finger. "I suppose we are in luck then that I greatly enjoy the screaming of little village maidens as I stretch them open..."
 
Ysrel was not in general a great actor, but that one role she had played so many times that it by now came naturally to her to shed tears on command. And do so even though at the moment she felt more like sighing and moaning than crying. She secretly enjoyed the rough grip of his calloused hands as he pulled her possessively towards him, casually lifting her with his supreme strength so that only her outstretched toes managed to reach the earthen ground beneath her. Liked how her mammaries were squashed between the two of them and how careless, almost ruthless, he swirled around in her most intimate place. Reflexively her inner walls clenched around his finger in a futile effort to expel the alien intruder, even more heightening the impression of tightness that he had alluded at and that would feed his sadistic appetite.

Ysrel appeared to be struggling for words as she looked up at him, quivering lips slightly apart, a single loose and curled strand of her hair hanging down into her face as if to accentuate her desperate, disheveled situation. Under a first array of sobs she began to reiterate her litany from before. “No, please don’t … Don’t hurt me, please, I’ll do everything….”
 
Dresk's grin widened as he drank in her visual signs of fear and words of submission, his grip on her backside served to keep her upper body pressed against him as his finger continued it's perverse exploration of her warm, tight tunnel. Her vice-like inner grip required him to twist his finger as it withdrew from her depths, the force of the suction causing a light squelching sound every time the invader retreated. Dresk, seemingly satisfied in his appraisal of her womanhood, finally pulled his finger from between the lips of her nether region, the now glistening digit resolving itself from her grip with a wet pop. Dresk then leaned his upper body back and away from her, the sudden movement releasing her breasts from his crushing embrace, freeing them to return to their natural shape and once more hang unhindered. Before they had fully settled against her chest his now unoccupied hand shot out to encircle her left breast, capturing the titanic tit and halting it's jiggling motion with a strong grip. The mountainous man's hands were much larger than those of the last raider that had fondled her and his powerful fingers encompassed nearly half of the massive mammary as it filled his hand, kneading her giant orb as if evaluating it's weight and firmness.

The hand at her backside mercifully released it's hold on her flesh, slowly lowering her feet back down to the cold earth beneath them, leaving behind red outlines of his fingers on her flesh in a twisted testament to his strength. His hand moved back around in front of her and took hold of the length of cloth about his waist that yet concealed his lower half. With a sudden forceful tug the thin barrier of fabric between them was removed, unceremoniously joining her dress in the dirt as he let it fall to the ground at their feet. His prodigious manhood immediately dominated the small amount of space between their bodies, drawing the eye as it slowly swung under its own weight. Due to the disparity in height between raider and mock-farmgirl, the thick root of the slumbering member was roughly level with the underside of her freely hanging right breast, resolving itself finally in a thick knob of a tip that dangled just in front of the smooth area of her pubis. A large vein ran down the length of the shaft from base to tip, already throbbing as if in anticipation of feeding the oversized organ the vast amount of blood it would require to fully harden. The appendage would have looked at home hanging between the legs of an ogre or some other great beast, but seemed unnatural on a human despite the raider lord's giant frame.

"Prove your obedience then, girl...take my manhood in your hands, prepare it for what is to come next.". He left the exact method of preparation free for her to interpret, curious to see what lengths she would go to in order to avoid drawing his ire.
 
The gasp that came from Ysrel’s lips required no acting on her part. The rumors in the village and the snide remarks of his henchmen had hinted at the fact that Dresk was blessed by nature between his loins, but even that advance warning had not prepared her for just how blessed he was. That meaty appendage was for lack of a better word enormous. Rarely had she seen anything coming close to it, and so she took her time gawking at the massive genital, registering every detail with her mouth still not fully closed. Was that how men felt when they first beheld her breasts. A real shame it was that it was at home with such a vile person, one who in her plans was facing his immediate doom. She did not fear that her delay in responding to his command would anger him as long as it was apparent that it was caused by her open admiration of his proud piece, and so she made sure to convey that impression – not a hard thing to do – as she took a few more seconds enjoying the sight, murmuring as if to herself “How large it is…”

Eventually, though, it was time to move, and so she did as bidden and lifted both of her hands to heft his mighty shaft. Very cautiously her fingers approached, careful not to harm the potentially fragile object as they first came in contact with the soft skin, slowly running along its length to get a feel for it before finally she tried to wrap the fingers of both hands around it, albeit not succeeding completely, so massive was its girth.

Once the penis was in her grip she looked up to Dresk, trying to discern from his expression how he received her treatment so far, and obviously afraid to anger him as she proceeded. While she maintained that eye contact the tip of the hardening rod was lifted to her free right breast, tracing lightly across the soft, supple flesh until it came in contact with her nipple. Once there Ysrel began with a slow, circling motion, causing her erect bud to trace all over the bulbous head, at times barely touching it in its complex movement pattern, a delicate dance of pinpoint stimulation.

For almost a minute Ysrel continued thusly until the increasing swell of the cock in her hand combined with the narrow confine between their bodies made the member increasingly cumbersome to wield with the necessary precision, and so finally she shifted position, beginning to slowly lower herself, cautious not to give the impression she desired to extract her other breast from his grip. Down she went until finally her bare knees dug into the hardened earth beneath her, her buttocks coming to rest on her upturned haunches, and once settled in like that her attention returned to the mighty rod in her hands. Eying it for a seconds her head finally bowed forward and her lips parted to allow her tongue to protrude, to lightly flicker across the knotted tip dominating her vision. Still looking up at the giant man now towering over her she found the time between licks to plead in a frightened voice “Is that how you want it? Will you spare me from the pain if I … continue properly?”
 
Throughout Dresk's rather sordid sexual past he had observed that, upon seeing the size of his special endowment firsthand for the first time, there were only two possible reactions. The first was fear, by far the most common reaction, and at times the female would even let out an ear piercing shriek as if she had just come face-to-face with some sort of mythical beast. The farmgirl had exhibited signs of the far more rare and more favorable condition; curiosity. He watched in patient silence as her eyes surveyed his recently revealed member, measuring every extraordinary dimension with an awestruck gaze. It was clear that he encouraged such scrutiny as besides allowing her to appreciate his otherworldly endowment unmolested, she could see it begin to gently stir as a result of the approving comment she murmmered under her breath.

Once she had finally collected herself enough to take him in hand and look up to gauge his reaction she observed a knowing, arrogant smirk plastered plainly across his face. He took great delight in watching her hands inadequately attempt to encompass his girth, and nodded slowly to demonstrate his approval as she began the use her nipple to tease and stimulate the thick, knobby head at the tip of his mighty organ. The hand at her left breast never let up on it's kneading action, and as she used the tip of his slowly stiffening rod on her right nipple he tweaked it's twin between finger and thumb. Given the close proximity of their extraordinary endowments he couldn't help but take note of how well her massive mammaries complimented his giant manhood, almost as if her abudant chest were specially sized for the purpose of pleasuring a male of his dimensions.

Dresk watched on without comment as she slowly sunk to her knees before him. He made sure not to allow her breast to slip from his grasp during the movement and his free hand reached down to her now unoccupied mammary to mirror the actions of it's twin as she settled back onto her haunches, his long arms affording him the luxury of not having to bend down in order to maintain contact with her chest.. His pale blue gaze remained locked with hers as her tongue sampled the tip of his still hardening member while his hands roughly bounced, tweaked and kneaded their way around her vast expanse of breast-flesh. From her newfound vantage point she was able to fully appreciate the reaction she had evoked from his rod with her attentive hands and tongue. It had so far gained a third again the length and girth of the slumbering member she had first observed, and from the way it still gave a little at her touch and drooped as it emerged from the end of her grasp, the monstrous organ still had room to expand. It's length already nearly rivaled the span of her forearm from wrist to elbow with the promise of yet more size to come.

"A good start, girl...but I want you to experience it in all of it's glory. Continue then, and let us see how well your mouth fits around it."
 
As the manhood in her hands just would not stop continuing to gain in size Ysrel began to develop doubts about whether it would be able to fit into her warm wet tunnel at all, so massive were its dimensions. That question would be answered soon enough, and fortunately she knew from past experience that she was far more adaptable than her slender frame hinted at. It also helped that she could feel her lower lips beginning to moisten. If this proceeded as expected she would be ready for him by the time he would try to split her cunt, or as ready as she could be.

Her demeanor also began to change, partly to deliver a plausible explanation for the noticeable lubrication she would offer, and partly to reduce the strain of having to act differently that what she was feeling. Her subtle indicators of terror and sheer fright began to dwindle the longer she worked on the phallus in her grip, and no longer did she shake at all, instead a certain calm seemed to have taken hold of her. Just as if her fear had been washed away by his overbearing presence, and instead she had been cowed into complete submission to his debauched commands, not daring to even think of refusal. Her whole physique radiated obedience now, her eyes still wide but now from admiration of the prodigious piece of man meat she had the good fortune to get in contact with, and even the first slight moans slipped from her parted lips at the continuing kneading of her ample tit flesh.

"I ... will try ..." her weak, doubtful tone announced what was to come. And following up on that statement indeed her lips began to part wider, her tongue ceasing its flickering and withdrawing back into her oral cavity. At first it was just a light, tender kiss, half kissed lips briefly touching his tip. But they stayed there, tasting his salty precum as they began to widen, encompassing more and more of his bulbous head, only to close back and widen again, gaining more every time, even her front teeth lightly grazing over the bumped skin, until finally she had indeed encompassed all of the pink mushroom head, her mouth already feeling very full, and the ring of her lips tightening beneath it around his shaft, as if she was intent to suction herself to it. She took a short pause, drawing in air through her flaring nostrils and exhaling the same way, massaging his bell end with her tongue and palate, before she began to bow her head forward even further, to try and have as much of his rod join what was already contained in her mouth, although her guess was not much more would fit.
 
A deep, rumbling moan slowly escaped the mountainous man's lips as her lips gradually enveloped the head at the tip of his proud organ, capturing the thick knob within the warm, wet confines of her mouth. Dresk's pale gaze greedily drank in the scene as the girl supplicated herself before the might of his phallus, carrying out the perverse task commanded of her with little hesitation. His grip tightened around her breasts, pale tit-flesh squeezed between the gaps in his fingers, nipples scraping against the rough skin of his palms as his hands manipulated the flesh of her giant orbs. It was a crude testament to the magnificence of her endowment that they had kept his attention this long, and judging by the fervid manner in which he still manhandled those massive mammaries, there was no risk of him losing interest in the near future.

There was still the matter of his gradually hardening member, and how much more there was to be displayed once it had finally, mercifully, ceased to grow. Ysrel was not kept in suspense for long, due in no small part to the actions of her warm tongue as it bathed the underside of the thick knob still held in her mouth. She could feel the shaft pulsing between her lips, lengthing in it's hardening as if in an attempt to push itself deeper into her mouth through intent of its own, the already mammothly swollen head thickening further to press against the roof of her mouth and depress her tongue. The over-sized organ had finally fully awakened from its hibernation, and the full extent of his blessing was on display right beneath her eyes as it was held in her mouth. It had thankfully not gained a tremendous amount of size since her last appraisal, but was now rock-sold, bulging with veins and throbbing within her grasp. A perfect state to allow her to test her oral limits.

To Dresk this act was more about submission than pleasure, but he was provided both in great amount as she almost enthusiastically went about her task. His voice had almost a hypnotic calmness to it as he spoke, eyes watching the progress of her lips as they crept down the thick shaft, drawing more of his manhood into her mouth to be bathed by her warm tongue as it slid past. "A valiant first effort, girl...now show me just how far down those pretty little lips can go.". He didn't truly expect she would get much farther down than she already had, he could see the way her lips stretched and cheeks bulged from the effort of servicing what she had managed to take so far, but he was eager to see her try.
 
The order was no real surprise. Clearly the bandit leader reveled in his own magnificence and wanted to see how she surrendered to his vast length. Now that she could deliver. Her oral technique while decent was not that elaborate, mostly based on improvisation, and she definitely was no expert in deep throating. But it had to look like she tried.

So she did as bidden, lowering herself further down along his rod, both hands still occupied fixating it in an angle that would ease her access as much as was possible in this strenuous situation. She could feel the swollen tip grating along the inside of her mouth as it advanced deeper into her, getting closer to the back of her oral cavity. That seemed enough for the first try, so she began to withdraw backwards, tongue and roof of the mouth now constricting around the meat wedged between them in something literally emulating a sucking, all the while her eyes stayed upturned, locked onto Dresk’s hovering way above her as she studied his reaction. Only once her lips had reached the base of his tip did she halt and again began her descent in a similar manner as before, trying to reach at least a tiny bit further than in her previous attempt.

A couple times this process repeated itself, her head bobbing back and forth, very slowly at first, picking up a bit of pace with each subsequent iteration as she managed to harbor more and more of his length inside her mouth. She was still way short of even the halfway point. Then, on one particularly daring descent, it happened. Her fingers suddenly clamped around his meaty piece with increased strength as her eyes widened in shock. For a moment she was frozen, struggling with herself, before her head jerked back, the glistening phallus torn from her lips with an audible slippery plop. Once freed of that pole she immediately bent forwards, leaning heavily against the support of the two strong hands still clamped around her breasts. As her own hands clung to the cock in their grip for support retching and coughing sounds could be heard from her downturned face. Her gag reflex was up in full force.

It did not take her long to recover, though, and Ysrel did not hesitate to look back up at the man above her, the fear of having angered him clearly visible in her expression as she shyly, sheepishly pleaded “Please … I am sorry, but I just could not take more of it …”.
 
The giant bandit leader watched on in silence as the girl set about fulfilling his order, the confined area of his tent soon filled with the sound of her efforts. Despite his stoic demeanor, he couldn't help but periodically issue a grunt of pleasure as she took his manhood ever deeper, the head working its way further back towards the entrance of her throat with each subsequent bob of her head, the sensitive knob dragging it's way back and forth across her tounge and the insides of her mouth. The suction generated by the tight confines of her over-stuffed oral cavity more than made up for any lack of technique, and as Ysrel searched his face for signs of reaction she observed the occasional twitch of his mouth and clench of his powerfully squared jaw, his pale eyes practically burning with lust as they met hers.

He spoke, his rumbling tone dominating the air of the tent, the words escaping his throat with a growl as he bid her on. "Deeper, girl...you've not even managed to wet half of my cock..."

Driven on by the ever present threat of angering the giant man standing over her, she finally took him in far enough for the swollen head of his member to press against the back of her throat and trigger her gag reflex; she had reached her limit. It was no longer a matter of effort and simply a matter of dimensions, and it was clear the thickness of his knob would deter it from from going any further. He grinned as she struggled to take him deeper for a moment before the look of panic spread across her beautiful features. She had put on quite the show, and had apparently sated his desire to see her choke and gag on his member as he did not immediately demand her return to her impossible task, simply allowing her a moment to compose herself unmolested. A smug look once more adorned his face as she finally gazed up at him to offer her meek apology.

"Worry not, you will be given plenty of time to practice servicing me, and soon enough you will learn to take it down to the root and truly pleasure me.". A lofty goal, and judging from the sheer length of his rod, one that had yet to have been accomplished by any woman, no matter her level of oral proficiency.

"But that will come in time...for now, I will stake my claim on that tight hole between your thighs....". So simply stated, as if he were discussing what they should eat for the evening meal. "...and we'll see if it fares any better at taking in my manhood." His prodigious phallus, still held aloft by her grasp, filled the space between them menacingly as he taunted her. "I'm going to split that tight cunt open wide and sink my cock deep into your guts...". His scarred visage twisted in a dark, sadistic grin that spoke to the pleasure the raider lord experienced at the thought of defiling the depths of her nether region. "Already the air fills with the scent of your desire...are you ready to be truly filled, girl?"

He waited a moment for her response before issuing his next command. "I will have you first in the manner of my homeland...bend over that crate there...". He motioned to a knee high box beside them that would suit his purpose nicely, his heavy bearskin cloak draped over top of the wood. It was a suitable platform to brace herself against, and looked stable enough to withstand the ferocity that surely would come. Judging from the condition of the ground in front of the crate, it was not the first time it had been used in such a manner. "...and present your backside to me. Press your face down against the fur of my cloak, then reach back and spread your backside open wide...I'm going to have a taste of your cunt before we rut..."
 
Swallowing that whole thing until her nose was dug deep into his pubic hair? The man clearly had no grasp of the base principles of geometry or he would have known that to achieve that goal he would have to have an ogress sucking him off. Ysrel kept that thought to herself, though, as contrary to her current tormentor she held the opinion that there would not be many more opportunities forthcoming to practice her oral skills on that particular set of male genitalia, impressive as it might be.

By now the convulsions in her throat had died down and her breathing was back to normal, and so, sunk back on her knees deflated she continued to look up at Dresk with hanging shoulders as he dwelled on his prediction of the near future and her involvement in it. He seemed so absorbed in the illusion of his own grandeur and in the wicked pleasures of expressing his sadistic tendencies that he seemed to not even notice that she gave no answer to his rhetoric questions.

Instead Ysrel dropped her hands onto the ground and began to wordlessly crawl over to the indicated crate. The distance was so short that it seemed pointless to get to her feet, even more so as moving in such a subservient way had a certain stimulating kinkiness to it. She could already feel her libido rising again after the big turn off that being forced into choking had been, a good thing considering that soon her wet tunnel better be well lubricated. She even gave a slight natural sway to her hips as she moved, already feeling his hungry gaze on her back, briefly turning her head back over her shoulder to shyly, with even a hint of a grin, look up to Dresk before continuing to her designated position.

Her arms reached forward and pulled her upper body over the crate, her breasts brushing heavily across the rough fur of the cloak until she was in position and lowered herself fully, her stomach now resting flat on the covered wood as her left cheek embedded itself into the hairy surface. The wooden box was just high enough that her own knees rested comfortably on the ground as her spread thighs were pressed against its walls. That done her arms reached back as commanded, and slender fingers wrapped themselves around her firm butt cheeks from both sides, digging into them and pulling them apart as the muscles of her lower back tensed, arching, lifting her hip even further to present her bared nether lips, glistening in the sparse light of the tent, to the bandit leader's hungry gazes.
 
Dresk watched the rhythmic sway of her backside as she crawled towards the crate, her thighs occasionally parting just enough to give him a tempting preview of her smooth nether region. He moved behind her as she finally reached her destination, squatting down between her legs as she positioned herself against the top of the crate. She could feel his rough hands running up the soft flesh at the back of her thighs, apparently eager to sample her flesh even before she had fully settled. He stopped before they reached the cheeks of her backside, waiting until she had finished preparing herself for him. There was little doubt that his eyes were occupied with scrutinizing the curves of her rear, his hungry gaze settled on the cleft between her thighs, waiting impatiently for it to be spread open for his perverted perusal.

He wasn't kept in suspense for long, and as she pulled her ass cheeks apart and raised her hips the bandit leader announced his approval of his newfound view with a deep growl of pleasure. His ego had apparently been satisfied with his earlier display of arrogance and sexual bravado, and without further comment the large brigand leaned forward, pressing his face directly into the valley that had formed between the cheeks of her backside. His nose rubbed against the small patch of flesh between her vagina and anus and she could feel the warmth of his exhaled breath as his mouth hovered over it's target. His wide tongue slipped from his mouth to slide wetly against the smooth flesh of her labia, sampling the taste of the juices that lightly coated her slit. He announced his approval once more with a rumbling, drawn out "Mmmmmm...", the reverberation carrying through his tongue and causing it to vibrate against her nether lips as he carried out his taste test.

His hands reached around to grip the front of her thighs and he pulled her back into his face, her upper half dragging along the coarse animal hair of the cloak beneath her as she was pulled back a few inches. With great size comes great appetite, and Dresk was no longer content to simply sample what nectar had already flowed from her slit. The tip of his tongue sought the entrance between the folds of her sex, sliding blindly against her flesh, roughly parting her nether lips as the wet appendage probed for entry. He finally located what he had been searching for, and holding her thighs steady in an iron grip, Dresk forcefully pressed his tongue forward, spreading her tight inner walls as it gained entry. He lapped at the mound of her sex with long upstokes, his wide tongue sometimes only skirting her labia while at other times sliding between them and pressing into her sex a few centimeters in his quest to thoroughly acquire a taste of her inner juices.
 
Now Ysrel was firmly locked in position between Dresk’s huge hands around her thighs and his face pressing into her upturned nether region, giving her little wriggle room. Not that she desired such at the moment. She was slightly surprised at this particular development, having expected a more immediate penetration, but for whatever motive the bandit leader seemed intent to prepare her better for what was inevitably to come. What was left for her to do was to enjoy his probing tongue as much as she could, not holding back the occasional soft purr as her upper body settled back more comfortably on the crate, her cheek nestling itself into the fur as her back relaxed noticeably after the tension that immediately followed his rash backwards pull.

The grip of her fingers around her buttocks started to loosen in turn as his oral treatment did not come to an early end and intensify instead, the strong spreading no longer seeming necessary as he was firmly in position now, and so the two trim orbs of her behind began to slowly slide back into their natural position, hugging his face from both sides until eventually her arms dropped completely, her hands resting loosely on the ground to both sides of the crate as she continued to receive his stimulation with now half closed eyes, well aware that soon she would welcome all the lubrication this provided.
 
Dresk's oral exploration of her nether region continued for a few moments more, the large man's approval of what he had discovered there readily apparent through the occasional deep grunt of pleasure and the fervor with which his tongue carried out it's perverse task. The firm globes of her backside pressed against his cheeks as if to seal his face there between her intimate cleft, the coarse stubble of his facial hair stimulating the sensitive flesh as his jaw worked up and down with the motions of his tongue. A man could easily spend hours sampling the many delights this farmgirl's body had to offer with tongue alone, but it was clear that the raider leader would not be content with merely a taste of her pleasures as his face pulled back from between her thighs after one last long, wet lick up her slit.

His eyes surveyed the work his tongue had completed as he pulled back, his hands finally releasing the vice-like grip that had held her thighs in place. Her nether lips now sheened with a liberal coating of moisture comprised of both the saliva his tongue had provided and that which had flowed from between them naturally. His sadistic grin returned, broken only by the occasional licking of his lips as the big man settled back onto his heels, still crouched down behind her presented backside. He reached down to grasp the base of his still hardened member with one hand, the other slapping down against her upturned rump with open palm, roughly enough to jar her forward with the force. While that hand pawed at the pale globe now in it's grip, it's cohort slowly lifted his heavily hanging rod of flesh between them, the swollen head at the tip brushing against the back of her thigh in it's ascent. His free hand released it's grasp and slid up to lock onto her slender hip with a grip of iron, apparently intent to hold her there should she suddenly reconsider her willingness to submit to what was soon to transpire. The thick head suddenly veered from the path it had been tracing up the back of her leg and moved between her open thighs, arriving at it's final destination as it pressed against the wet slit of her womanhood, holding there at her entrance menacingly, pulsing with sadistic desire.

If the slowness of his approach had given her indication that Dresk intended to be gentle, then such a conclusion was quickly proven false. His hand slid up the great length of his shaft for better leverage before he forcefully rubbed that thick knob up and down her slit, gathering the lubrication his tongue had spread across her labia before attempting entry. It finally came to rest at her nether entrance once more, now gleaming wetly, prodding against her tightness as if it were eager to be crammed into her depths. Dresk wasted no time in granting it's wish, and with a mighty thrust from his hips and a powerful grunt the unnaturally thick head of his cock split her labia apart, spreading them around it's massive girth as it forced it's way between them. The forward progress of his invasion was suddenly halted almost as soon as it had begun, her still glistening nether lips now stretched tightly around the flesh of his member's swollen tip just in front of the flared rim that crowned it, clamping down against it as if in refusal to part any further. He did not tarry to wait for her reaction, releasing his grip on his now well seated rod to reach up and grab the other side of her hip, stabilizing her for the next powerful thrust that was soon to follow. The large brigand was apparently intent on plundering her warm passage with that battering ram of a prick that was already hammering at her entrance to demand admittance despite the promise of discomfort it would cause her.
 
Shoved forward and pressed down firmly onto the crate Ysrel felt more than she saw what transpired next. How the large knot at the tip of his cock danced along her moist folds gathering a liquid coating for his inevitable foray deep into her womanhood. And then exactly that happened, the bulbous mushroom head being positioned at her lower entrance, Dresk aligning his hips for the best angle of penetration. Already her lower lips were parted, encompassing part of his swollen tip like her other lips had minutes ago. Its advance was halted for now but she could feel the pressure building.

Not long, and the giants hips bucked forward in one rapid and powerful thrust. She had no resistance to offer as her muscles gave in and the meaty lance speared itself deep into her. Ysrel let out a scream as her head jerked up and her arms clutched the crate beneath her from both sides, grasping for support as the stinging pain accompanied by a wave of exquisite sensual pleasure waved over her. Her vagina gave way under the forceful assault, parting stretched to its limit when the mighty genital grazed rashly along her moist inner walls that reluctantly granted him passage until she was filled violently and completely after it blazed its trail through her, finally ending its advance as it abutted against the entrance of her cervix. She had no option but to wrap herself tightly along the length lodged inside her, so massive was his girth.

Her time for reprieve and to grow accustomed to being impaled so intensely was brief, though. Strong hands gripped her hips and the huge organ withdrew almost completely, only to be driven forward again in another thrust matching the ferocity of the first one. Thus began a rough, incessant pace of Dresk drilling his oversized manhood into her, each bucking of his hips commented with another shriek or squeal from the girl that was receiving his brutal pounding as time and again her inner walls were parted, no pushed aside. Ysrels hardened body did not take long to accustom itself to the crude assault, and soon the stinging pain that accompanied each foray deep into her subsided, being replaced by waves of pleasure radiating out of her vagina that was so thoroughly and intensely filled. Her whole world at this moment was reduced to the movement between her legs, her head long since returned to its bed on top of the crate as all tension had left her body once more and she received that oversized ploughing with half closed eyes, her screams morphing into absorbed moans.
 
Dresk settled into a steady rhythm as Ysrel's body grew accustomed to it's invader, his hips rolling forward to sink his swollen member deep into her passage, the motion reversed only when the head of his cock had bottomed out and butted up against the barrier presented by her cerevix. That thick crown around the rim of his member's tip drug against her inner walls in it's retreat, pressing out against the tightness of their embrace, halting as her lower lips begun to spread around that flared portion of the head. That momentary pause heralded each forward thrust of his hips that followed soon after, the humid air of the tent now filled with the sounds of their coupling; a harsh grunt from the raider's throat that spoke to the effort still required to sink his oversized rod into her exceptionally tight passage, the sound of her moans muffled by the thick animal hair of the cloak beneath her, the crude, wet squelch that occasionally issued from her vagina as his oversized manhood filled it to the brim.

In her current position it was impossible to judge just how much of his endowment she was able to accommodate before her limits were reached, but given the fact that she never felt even the tickle of his dark patch of pubic hair against her mound it could be surmised that there was still a considerable length of shaft that had yet to sample the pleasure of sliding between her nether lips. Certainly not for a lack of effort on Dresk's part, the inconsiderate manner in which he drove his cock-head repeatedly against her cerevix and the strength of his grip on her hips spoke to his desire to penetrate her further. Despite the improbability of such a thing happening, the giant man's relentless thrusting continued unabated.

Lacking the ability to mark the progress of the sun as it traveled across the sky or to gauge the passage of sand through an hourglass it was difficult to determine exactly how long the large raider kept Ysrel pinned against the top of the crate there on the floor of his tent. To go along with his otherworldly endowment the man was noted for having great sexual stamina, and despite the ever-tight confines of her vagina that seemed to never loosen no matter how many times it was spread open around his considerable girth, his latest performance did not disappoint. The air was thick with the musky scent of sex and the temperature of the confined tent had risen a few degrees since her arrival. A light sheen of sweat now coated the corded muscles of his upper arms and chest, perhaps the only available clue to just how long they had been carrying out his depraved task; long enough for even the ultra-fit Dresk to break out in a sweat.

Suddenly the urgency of his pace increased, Dresk releasing his grip on her hips as he leaned forward over her prone form. His large hands were forcefully thrust between her breasts and the cloak they had been pressed against, seizing great handfuls of the massive orbs in a powerful grip. He lifted her upper body until her back pressed against his chiseled upper torso, flattening her breasts against her chest as he pulled her into his embrace. He held her there in the shadow of his gigantic frame as the speed and force of his fucking-motions increased. And for the first time since the beginning of their encounter he spoke of the intent behind his depraved actions of the past few weeks...

"Destiny calls, little lamb...can you not feel it?" A pause in his declaration as he issued a particularly fierce thrust. "I suppose...unghhh...a simple farm girl would not...". His hands pawed at her captive breasts as his hips kept up their vigorous pace. "Soon I will...unghhh...coat your womb with my seed....mmmphhh...and the ritual will be complete...". As if on cue she could feel the already thick shaft swelling even further, throbbing as it announced the powerful orgasm that was sure to momentarily follow. "Prepare yourself, little farmgirl..."
 
There was the increased throbbing of his shaft, the growing urgency in the big man’s thrust as his rough but regular rhythm was replaced by more frantic humping. And there was his own boastful announcement. But there was another cue of him getting close, one only Ysrel could perceive. A cue that already dimmed out everything else in the tent as it drew in her attention. So much so that even Dresk’s cryptic words were merely registered, but not processed. She could already feel how the gate was beginning to open. At least she named it the gate, although she still knew not what exactly it was. In truth she was none the wiser than when she had encountered it for the first time …

A much younger Ysrel had been pinned on the rough table by the raider captain’s strong grip, a hand like an iron manacle wrapped around her neck that pressed her cheek onto the rough wood as the man’s manhood drove incessantly into her, using her roughly and without concern for her well being. To the contrary, snide remarks were coming, spurred on by her freely flowing tears.

And there was much for her to weep. Still the images were fresh in her mind how her brother and father had been brutally cut down before her eyes, how the other two raiders had dragged her mother to the ground. Her screams could still be heard coming up from the ground floor, but they grew quieter and less frequent by the minute. Then there was her own predicament, certainly not a situation to relish. But all this paled compared to the greatest horror of them all, the betrayal of her own body. As the man first had hilted himself into her, brutally taking away her virginity, she had expected a time of pain ended by the blissful embrace of death, but what she found instead was a disgusting form of pleasure. As much as her mind revolted against it, her womb sent out waves of warm radiant bliss over her whole body with every foray of the rapist, and even her continual sobbing was not enough to cover the moans that were forced out between her lips, much to her tormentor’s delight. How could her body welcome what her mind loathed so much?

And still it was building, she could clearly feel it. Stronger even now. The man’s pace was quickening, and the sweet tingling in her loins began to intensify. Was that what the other women had whispered about, was she going to experience her first orgasm. The world around her began to fade, sounds and sights drowned out as her whole attention was focused on what signals came from between her legs, bracing her for the climax. And right then she first noticed it. It was not something to be seen or heard, but to be felt. Something intangible, escaping description. But somewhere down there where their bodies met, framed by the bliss and pleasure, an astral gateway was slowly forming. Trying to establish a link. And reaching out to her, beckoning to her to reach back, to grasp and complete the connection.

And for some unknown reason Ysrel knew exactly how to do that. It felt like deep inside her an immaterial tendril had formed, and lured forth by an irresistible urge it stretched out towards that mysterious portal until it made contact. Right at this moment the ruffian’s seed began to spill into her, but together with it something else began to flow. Like a pent up river through a freshly broken dam pure powerful essence spilled into her, washed over her, filled all of her as she drank, unable to stop, consumed more and more of the sheer endless flow that long since had reached even the last fiber of her body, suffused every last cell with an unimaginably pleasant power. Every single nerve end was on fire, and a suppressed part of her brain registered that somewhere out there, beyond the horizon of her current perception she must be screaming out that sensation of ultimate burning bliss with a volume that ought to shake the walls of the building. But she did not care. The influx seemed without end. She desperately drank all that was granted, all rational thought long gone as her world was reduced to that point of contact between their bodies and her only focus was to feed.

After what must have been an eternity the flow began to ebb, from a river to a rivulet to a trickle, and then nothing. Ever so slowly the world around her came back into focus, her senses of sight, sound and touch beginning to pick up where they had left off. Her body continued to tingle with the strange energy that still suffused every last bit of her, vibrating with an overwhelming sense of power. Trancelike she planted her palms next to her and pushed upwards, feeling just a light brush against her back until she stood upright. It took a stray glance to the ground next to her feet to recognize that the brush had been her tormentor’s lifeless form as it slid off her, splayed on the floor now, mouth wide agape, face contorted as empty, broken eyes stared unmovingly up at the ceiling. Had she really been able to shake off his heavy bulk with such ease?

Her dreamlike state did not bother to ponder that question. Her mind was still trying to reel itself in, to grasp what had just happened, and while it did some wake part of her consciousness made the next move. A slight metallic screech indicated that she had kneeled down and drawn the raider captain’s sword from its sheath, effortlessly hefting the heavy iron weapon in one slender hand. With eyes still glossed over staring straight ahead she approached the door, not aware of her state of undress. All she knew was that some matters downstairs needed to be fixed. And that she would fix them. Now. With that decision made her free hand reached for the door handle.

Decades later a far more experienced Ysrel began to nimbly slide out under Dresk’s collapsed form. Many times she had fed by then. Never again had that rush of power been quite so intense as during the first time, but with every feeding something remained, forever bolstering her. Still the intensity was enough to lose herself, to be completely overwhelmed by the sensory onslaught. She began to wonder how her screams had been received outside. And she again felt satiated, as if some strange, intangible hunger was stilled. At least for a while.

But some things she had learned over the years. The most important one was how to stop. It had taken many tries and a lot of discipline, but now she was able to end the feeding on her own terms, before the victim was sucked completely dry. And more importantly still alive, able to recover, and not a perpetually comatose shell of his former self. Dresk would not have deserved such a quick end. He would live. And he would fully experience what fate had in store for him. But for the next hour at least he was out cold. Turning her attention to more urgent matters Ysrel got to her feet. Her senses cleared immediately after the feeding now, and she could feel how the first drops of the copious amounts of his seed began to leak out of her stretched vagina and run down the inside of her thigh.

A few steps brought her to the weapon racks. Swift hands tried the swords stored there, and settled on the two that seemed balanced the best. Now properly armed she was about to turn towards the tent exit when a glint caught her eye. The strange pendant she had previously observed was dangling from its chain around Dresk’s neck, his head sticking out over the edge of the crate he had collapsed upon. Following her intuition she retrieved the piece of jewelry and swiftly dropped it over her head, the copper jet piece coming to rest between her full breasts. Not bothering with any other clothing item - the other raiders had already had opportunity to see her bare chest, and if a naked girl dripping sperm confused them all the better - she finally made her way towards the tent flap for good and stepped back outside into the sunlight.

Squinting her eyes for a moment, her head slightly lowered forward as a sword dangled in her grip on each side, she surveyed the unfolding scene with a cold predatory stare out from under her eyebrows. Where Ric and Bear rested, and where the others still violated the village women. And a low grumble came from her lips as her muscles tensed and the grip around the sword hilts tightened.

“Let’s dance.”
 
Bear had not left his original place by the side of the fire during her time with Dresk, content to glut himself on boar meat and cheap ale as he awaited his turn with the girl. A feminine scream of orgasmic pleasure pierced the evening air and echoed through the small cavern, drowning out the sounds of his comrades and their victims with it's sudden violent force, Dresk's tent the obvious origin. Bear paused as the guttural expression reverberated through the camp, the section of meat he had been voraciously devouring frozen midair in it's path towards his greedy gullet. As the echo gradually faded in volume the big man erupted with booming laughter, his prominent gut shaking with mirth as he wiped his mouth clean with the back of his free hand and looked over at Ric who was currently sulking on a bench on the opposite side of the fire.

"Seem's our innocent farmgirl is quite the little whore...wonder if she'll scream like that when I have her arse?" His laughter slowly tapered into a chuckle that was cut off as he took a long, obnoxiously loud swig from his tankard of ale, setting it down on the bench beside him once he had drained it of it's contents. Bear let out a crude belch, wiping the foam from his thick beard before issuing his final taunt. "I might even let you watch, Runt.". Ric scowled but held his tongue, standing and stalking over behind where the other two members of their little band were still entertaining themselves and throwing himself down onto his bedroll. Bear's gaze followed his retreating form, the remains of his amusement manifesting as an arrogant grin as he mumbled. "Chikenshit little Runt..." It was at this moment that Ysrel exited from the tent, Bear's back presented to her just a few paces to her front, Ric and the other two off to her right at roughly twenty meters.

The air of the clearing was refreshingly cool after the heated confines of the leather walled structure she had emerged from, the heady aroma of sex and sweat replaced by the combination of charred wood and cooked animal flesh. Bear's hairy back was presented to her, the man's overly generous frame still devoid of clothing as evidenced by the sight of his bare backside. The two men who had been ravishing their female captives during her initial trip through the camp had apparently not yet sated their sadistic appetites, the both of them still occupied and absorbed in the execution of their depraved tasks. Her momentary pause to survey her surroundings allowed her a more detailed assessment of her opponents. Besides Bear and Ric the two raiders who remained nameless were of an average build, well developed but not overly muscular like their leader. The man with the toothless grin, the one who had made the lewd gesture towards her earlier, seemed to take particular enjoyment in the sexual torture he was inflicting upon his victim. He laughed and mocked as he pumped away between the woman's thighs, his ugly face twisted in a cruel sneer. The other man's demeanor was in stark contrast to his comrade's, his stern face emotionless as he worked his hips up and down. Both men lay atop their captives, pinning them down against the ground with their weight so as to prevent escape. Behind the toothless man's shoulder she could make out a crude weapon rack that held a pair of swords similar to the one she had seen Ric brandish before her. As for Bear's armament, a large, double-headed battle axe rested on the bench behind him, sized appropriately for it's wielder.

Her presence went unnoticed until her verbal challenge announced it. Bear immediately stood, turning to face her as he rose to his full height, his form shaking with the haste of his movement. He took a step backwards, momentarily taken aback by her appearance. His eyes immediately locked onto the cleft between her wet thighs, the sight of her swollen, hairless sex demanding his attention. Bear muttered under his breath as his eyes squinted to make out the details of her flesh. "What...the...fu...". His words trailed off as he realized exactly what substance was running down the insides of her legs as it seeped from between her nether lips. His eyes glinted with dark hunger, a slow grin beginning to stretch the corners of his mouth before it was quickly wiped away as the big man finally regained enough composure to take note of the weapons she held by her sides. His gaze rose to her chest, pausing a moment to consider the pendant that was captured there between her marvelous breasts before finally rising to her face. Bear squared his shoulders, staring down at Ysrel with a grim look.

"So the little farmgirl grew a spine...did you manage to stick a blade in Dresk just as he dumped that load of cum in you? ". The big man began inching off to his left slowly, apparently with the intention of moving so slowly that it would be imperceptible, his left hand clenching as if in preparation of shooting out to grasp the haft of his axe that lay just outside of reach. "No matter...you won't get so lucky this time. After I whip you around a bit I'm going to take my turn with that sweet little arse of your's...". She could hear the men beside her stirring as they rose and pulled up their breeches in unison, apparently finally notified of her presence by Bear's speech. They left their captives there in the dirt as they quickly moved to retrieve their weapons, Ric rising from his bedroll to join them as they turned and began advancing towards her right flank to assist their fellow.

Bear's sardonic grin widened as he noticed his accomplices rousing to join him. "Look's like you've got trouble now, girl. It ain't too late to surrender those blades and let ol' Bear take his due...". His eyes darted towards his axe, her unskilled opponent clearly telegraphing his next move a split second before he lunged for his weapon.
 
Bear’s hand reached out with surprising speed as his body was jerked sideways propelled by his heavy legs, and he watched with satisfaction as his fingers were about to close around the hilt of the heavy weapon when suddenly something metallic flashed across his field of vision and a split second later the flat side of Ysrel’s right hand weapon crashed into his face with full force, breaking his nose on impact and causing a jolt of piercing pain to shoot through him, the resulting shock causing his upper body to hunch up and convulse, both hands reflexively reaching up to clutch at the wounded spot. They did not fully get there, though, as Ysrel whirled her blade around with a flick of her wrist and on the backswing crashed it hilt first against the big man’s temple. There was a surprising amount of force behind both strikes, the second one sending the naked hairy giant crumbling to the ground knocked out before his massive frame even caused the dust to well up.

Ysrel could still feel the vibrant tingling on her skin, a soft prickling of energy that would have caused the hairs on her arms and legs to stand up had she had any. She knew these were the last residues of the aftermath of her encounter with Dresk, and would soon fade, and she also had learned that their fading was just cosmetic. The bandit leader was a powerful specimen, and feeding on him had proven very rewarding. And nourishing. She would carry a tiny bit of his essence within her for the rest of her life, adding to her already impressive combat ability which right now manifested itself in the amazing speed with which she whirled around to face the assault of the remaining bandits.

The two unnamed rapists led the charge, swords raised high and ready to strike at the apparent easy prey. And true to her announcement the dance began. Both of the weapons she wielded seemed to move almost independent of each other, with a smart mind of its own guiding their movement, but cooperating with devastating effect. A quick step to the right let the left attacker dash into empty space as her left blade flickered to deflect the other bandit’s descending sword while simultaneously her own foot came up to lodge itself briefly between her assailants legs in that all time most effective way to disable an aggressive male. The finishing strike – again led with the flat side of one of her swords – against the ruffian’s skull was only a formality then.

By now the other nameless thug had turned, while she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Ric seemed more hesitant to join the fray, for what reason she knew not. She consequently focused on the more immediate problem, and quickly wove both her blades in a pattern almost too fast for the human eye to follow. A cry of pain from the bandit as he clutched his now empty sword hand while his weapon was sailing away in a high arc came at the same time as he found the sharpened tip of one sword pricking the skin of his throat, threatening to push ahead and plunge into parts of his anatomy guaranteed to be of vital importance. While he did the smart thing and ceased any movement, wide fearful eyes staring at the naked girl with the unexpected martial proficiency awaiting what was to come next, her right arm pointed her free sword into Ric’s direction, who still stood a few yards away from her.

“Drop that weapon” came the cold and stern command as her eyes alternated between the two bandits still standing “and do not try anything stupid.” So far things had gone according to plan. She had managed to overwhelm all of the bandits without killing them, exactly as she had hoped for, and she had finally gotten the two pigs off their victims. If only the young lad was smart enough and comply. As she waited for his reaction she could hear the first stirs coming from where the other two women lay on the ground. It seemed they were only now starting to realize that some unusual developments were underway.
 
Bear's form reflexively twitched a few times as he laid there sprawled face down in the dirt, the soil beneath him slowly darkening as it absorbed the blood that freely flowed from his ruined nose. The skin around his struck temple had already begun to darken and swell in evidence to the strength of her blow. The raider who had rushed forward to attack lay a few meters away, still conscious by the sound of his groans of pain, one hand clutching his groin and the other his head. He was curled into the fetal position there on the ground, his head spinning and his stomach knotted up, the combination invoking a wave of nausea strong enough to cause him to retch a few times there in the dirt. Given the nature of their injuries it was clear that neither man would be capable of rising to rejoin the melee any time soon.

The scoundrel whose throat was currently under threat to serve as her sword's makeshift scabbard stood frozen in place as she spoke to Ric, his empty hands held out to his sides in a gesture of surrender, his fear-widened eyes staring down the length of steel held in her outstretched hand. It was the toothless fellow, the particularly sadistic bastard who had relished in the inhumane treatment of his victim. His face held no such joy now, his gaze not daring to slip from the sword pressed against his flesh despite the proximity of her temptingly nude form. Off behind his shoulder the recently liberated females attempted to regain a shred of modesty by wrapping themselves in the raider's blankets, looking up at the scene unfolding before them with shock and disbelief as if they dared not acknowledge that the nightmare had finally passed, not with the men who had subjected them to it still so near. They remained where they were for the moment so as not to interfere, clutching at each other in a mutual gesture of comfort as they waited for thier savior to subdue the raiders.

Ric stood in silence for a moment as his brain gradually processed the events of the last few seconds. She had moved amongst his fellows with blinding speed and struck them down with powerful attacks, besting them with remarkable ease. His lustful desire for her had caused him to hesitate during the initial attack, and to raise his blade to her now that she had demonstrated her battle prowess was a fool's errand. She'd felled a man easily twice her size without even breaking into a sweat...Ric was many things, but a fool was not among them. In the interest of self-preservation he tossed his blade to the ground at his feet and kicked it away with a klang of steel and a small cloud of dust, sending the weapon rolling off a good ten meters in front of him. The young raider was clearly eager to be cooperative as he presented his open palms to her, lifting his hands up around his head. A momentary look of regret passed over his face; the young man had been anticipating his turn to lie with her ever since their initial encounter down by the river and he was visibiy dissapointed now that the opportunity to experience such a pleasure had clearly passed.

Ric's eyes studied her face for signs of her intent, hands still raised in meek submission, silently awaiting her next command. The fellow with the sword at his throat had begun to sweat profusely as he grew ever more concerned that he would be the first to taste the wrath of her steel.
 
"Here ladies, please take these and keep an eye on the guys. If one of them moves, poke him a bit." And with these words Ysrel stretched out her and offered the pair of daggers to the two women that so far had wordlessly observed her doings.

They were an uneven pair if ever there was one, the one thing they had in common being their most recent suffering. The younger one surely had not yet reached eighteen years, her figure on the chubby side, wide hips and an ample bosom could be made out even under the blanket her thick naked arms clutched frantically around her rump as she mechanically reached out and wrapped her fingers around the handle of the weapon. All the while her face, round and good natured, surely home to many a laugh in happier times past, seemed to look past her with an absent stare. It seemed as if her mind had linked out to shield itself from what she had endured, and was not yet fully back.

The other woman was almost the opposite, quite tall but gaunt, clearly in her fourties with a face that carried many a wrinkle carved into it by a long and eventful life. Her skin appeared almost leathery from many hours working under a relentless sun and her shoulder length hair had turned completely to gray, hanging as disheveled around her head as the young girls brown locks. That was the only thing in disarray about her, though. She appeared surprisingly composed, almost dignified, and she looked back at their strange savior with wake attentive green eyes as her resolute grip took the other weapon.

The guys in question were the overwhelmed bandits. After her little display they had been eager to cooperate. First the two still on their feet had to drag Dresk's unconscious form out of the tent and into a corner of the encampment before she had ordered them to strip naked and lie down on their stomach next to him. Not surprisingly rope was in abundant supply in this bandit camp, which led to four nicely tied up brigands with their hands and feet tightly bound. Only Bear had been spared that fate yet, for him she had other plans. One other thing she had delayed, she still had not dressed.

"But if they behave, don't harm them" Ysrel continued, only to add in a murmur barely audible for the two women in front of her "That would be too swift..." The young girl, still absorbed in herself gave no indication that she had even heard Ysrel, while the older one nodded in confirmation, even showing a glint of understanding in her sharp eyes. "Just one more thing I have to take care of before we can leave for the village."

With that settled she reached out to retrieve the two swords she had leaned against the rocky wall and turned to walk over to Bear's stirring form. There was something else that needed to be done, and he would serve nicely. She had covered about half the distance when she heard a shrill shriek behind her "Take that you filthy bastard ..." followed by a loud scream of pain. Quickly whirling around she could witness how one of the bandits, the most sadistic one, lay on his side curled up in a fetal position, clutching his hands over his groin as the young girls leg swung back. Under his breath he cursed "Stupid whore, why..." only to be prematurely shut up by a foot crushing right into his face. "Don't you ever dare calling me that again!" the girl spat back at him, her lethargy gone now, completely replaced by fury broken loose as she stared down at his pained form with a face flushed red with rage, about to kick at him again. It was then that the other woman placed her hands consoling on her shoulders, doing her best to calm her down, bending in with her head and whispering something into the girls ear Ysrel could not understand. It seemed to work, however, as no further attacks came and the girl even took a step back, away from her former tormentor. Ysrel exchanged a conspirative glance with the older woman before she turned towards Bear again.

Crouching down next to his stirring bulk she lightly slapped his cheek with the flat side of one of her blades, repeating a second time as the first attempt did not bring him back to wakefulness. "Wake up, my little bear cub. There's work for you to do."
 
After that initial outburst the restrained raiders showed little in the way of activity besides the occasional whimper of pain from the two men who had been so soundly struck in their most sensitive of areas, the lot of them lying there in their restraints beside their once mighty, now comatose, leader. The empowered village women-turned-guard were resolute in their task, daggers held at the ready, sparing only the occasional glance towards Ysrel and her own captive.

Bear began to stir as he was roused from his impromptu slumber by the tapping of the flat of a blade against his cheek. His eyes gradually cracked open and a rumbling groan of protest issued from his throat that would rival the ferocity of one from his namesake as he slowly regained consciousness. He had been involved in many fights during the course of his life, both on the battlefield and off, but never had he been so quickly and...easily, laid low. It was a completely new experience for the burly, middle-aged brigand, and as such, it took a moment for his brain to register the situation in which he currently found himself. He blinked a few times as his eyes readjusted to the light, his face lifting from the dirt to turn towards her as his groan slowly tapered off. His ears had registered her last comment, but it was clear from the look upon his face that he was still working out the meaning of it as his gaze slid up her crouched form.

His eyes lingered for a moment between her thighs as his vantage point allowed him an unobstructed view of the swollen, perfectly hairless lips of her sex, such a sight almost enough for the burly man to forget the throbbing pain at his nose and temple as it elicited a base reaction from the perverted man's overactive libido. After a few moments his eyes reluctantly continued in thier ascension up her body, pausing for a few moments to consider the heavy globes of her massive breasts as they hung there freely from her chest. Finally his gaze met her's, his dark eyes practically burning with unmasked lust. The man had been humiliated in front of his comrades, laid-low by what he had originally perceived as a simple farmgirl and physically overpowered by what from all outside appearances was a rather slender, albeit shapely in all the appropriate locations, member of the fairer sex. Despite all of this, the randy brigand was clearly still aroused by the pleasures promised by her rather extraordinary assets.

His sexual attraction to her became more readily apparent as the man slowly moved from his prone position, his arms pressing into the ground beside his chest, the muscles of his broad shoulders knotting as they powered the bulk of his heavy frame up out of the dirt. He awkwardly positioned himself on one knee, moving slowly so as not to give her the impression that he desired another go at testing her battle prowess, now kneeling in front of her easily within arms reach. Hanging there openly between his hairy thighs was the member he had earlier been so eager to display, his thick appendage rousing from it's slumber more eagerly than the man it was attached to initially had. Had it been viewed as an encore to any man's endowment other than Dresk's it might have been considered an impressive piece in both it's length and particularly notable girth, but as it were it promised to be a more comfortable fit should she allow it to slide between her still glistening nether lips. The overall appearance of the organ matched perfectly with the man whose legs it hung between; big, hairy and ugly.

Bear's slow grin returned, looking almost comical beneath the shadow of his recently broken nose. His speech remained arrogant, as if the man knew no other tone through which to converse. "Aye...would this work involve stuffin' that pretty little cunt while I suckle at them giant teats?". The big man reached down between his thighs to slowly stroke his manhood, encouraging it on to full arousal. "I don't know how you managed to lay my ass out like that, but frankly I'm not eager to get another ass whippin'...". Apparently somewhere deep down the man did possess some level of intelligence. "So you say the word and this here Bear will gladly go to work pounding that tight little hole...if that's the sort of work you had in mind...". Despite his arrogance Bear had not forgotten the events of the past few minutes, and was intent on being sure what she wanted lest she decide to go to work with those blades still held in her grasp.
 
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