The Venus Flytrap

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As insolent as the hairy man’s guess was – likely an expression of his wishful thinking more than a representation of his true estimate of the situation – it was in fact correct. Those vast amounts of Dresk’s life force coursing into Ysrel’s body had not passed without an after effect. When every nerve end in your body was stimulated to the limit and beyond, something remained even after the act, some lingering residue most prominent where the initial link had been established, and resembling the means of transmission. It resulted in a continual state of heightened arousal that developed in the minutes after the feeding and then remained to stay, a nagging underlying urge to find mundane release after the supernatural hunger was satisfied. Her mind was not clouded in a haze of carnal lust, but the carnal craving was noticeable. The man's considerable manhood, so eagerly rising at the mere sight of her naked body, did nothing to dampen that tingling in her loins. From past experience it would stay that way for days before beginning to slowly subside. Unless it was satisfied. She had come to think of it as a very particular itch that needed a very special way of scratching.

“You’d like to do that, wouldn’t you?” came her reply to his suggestion. It was her guess whether Bear had noticed the telltale signs of this, her still hardened nipples that could also be credited to the contact with the open air, or the slight sheen of moisture on her hairless lower lips which were not in fact a remnant of her romp with Dresk, or whether he had just spoken his own lustful desires. Nor did it matter, he would soon find out what she intended to use him for. Glancing briefly over to the two women, recently freed from their torment, doubts began to rise in her. Should she really subject them to another sight of the act that for them had been an ordeal, right here under their eyes, conducted by their tormentor given free reign nonetheless? Furrowing her brow and continuing to stare at Bear she pondered that thought for a moment, and eventually settled on a compromise.

Swiftly rising to her feet in one fluid move she grinned down at the kneeling man and waved one of her swords. “Get up and over there.” ‘There’ was a gap about two yards wide between the side wall of the cavern and the leader’s tent, opposite the spot where the other bandits currently lay prone and tied up, and shielded from the sight of their recently appointed guardians. And without any true complaints except for the occasional grunt and moan induced by his head still spinning as an aftereffect of the blow to his temple indeed Bear did rise and began to shamble over to the designated spot, once or twice looking back over his shoulder towards his captor following him, now not quite as sure about his immediate fate it seemed.

“That will do” They had reached the small niche, and to her delight Ysrel noticed a section of the stone wall that appeared relatively smooth. Perfectly suited to what she had in mind. So wasting no time she took two swift steps to get into position, leaning her bare back against the wall, feeling the cool granite on her shoulder blades and buttocks. Spreading her legs somewhat, her arms still loosely gripping the blades dangled at her sides as she lightly tilted her head to the left and grinned at Bear mischievously. With a lowered voice came the demand “Isn’t that what you wanted? Now go ahead, stick that schlong into me and fuck me good. I don’t have all day.”

 

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Bear's lustful gaze was drawn by the sway of her shapely backside as she moved ahead of him into the niche and turned to press her back against the stone, her pendulous breasts swaying with her movement as she stabilized herself. His eyes took note of her near thumb-thick nipples as they proudly jutted out away from her large, dusky areloae, the raider captivated for a moment by their visual display of arousal before her command broke the silence that had held between them during their brief walk over to the crack in the natural wall. He finally looked up from her chest and his eyes met hers, the big man eagerly making his way into the niche to join her, turning sideways to allow for his wide frame as his devious grin slowly returned.

As Bear shuffled over to stand in front of her the head of his cock brushed against her taut stomach, his organ achieving the not-so-insignificant feat of extending out an inch or two beyond his prodigious gut in it's currently hardened state. Bear held eye contact with her as he bent his knees and lowered himself, seizing the base of his member in hand to hold it steady as he aligned it for entry, his other large paw enclosing around her left breast and squeezing the firm flesh between fat fingers. The mushroom-head that capped his prick trailed down her belly and left a faint trail of precum in it's wake as it slid down between her lower lips and sought her nether entrance. He was in position, all that remained was for his hips to thrust forward. His tone was hoarse as he announced his intention to follow through with her command. "Let's see just how tight that cunt still is..."

Without further warning the big man's hips suddenly bucked upward, the thick head of his cock powering it's way into her vagina and assaulting the walls of her inner passage with it's significant girth. Their grip constricted tightly around the thickness of Bear's rod as it slid ever deeper in his quest to fully penetrate her but the man would not be deterred, thrusting forward again as the pace of his entry began to slow. That last thrust proved enough to finish the task as the head of his member butted up roughly against her inner barrier, her lower lips nestling into the thick thatch of hair around the base of his cock. Bear's hairy gut pressed against her stomach as the proximity of their bodies grew closer, trapping her there between man and stone as he filled her with every inch of his endowment.

Bear let out a deep grunt of approval, holding there for a moment to appreciate the grip of her inner walls as they hugged his invading manhood. "Gods-be-damned, girl...I've fucked arse's that were less tight...". In Bear-speak that could be taken as a compliment, an acknowledgement of the otherworldly sensations her womanhood invoked in the male lucky enough to experience it. Already his hips had begun to pull back, his veiny rod dragging along her intimate flesh as it withdrew. He leaned down to lower his head towards her chest, his left hand lifting her heavy left breast towards his mouth as it stretched open. His lips latched onto her thick nipple and sucked it deeper into his mouth forcefully with a groan of pleasure, the coarse hair of his full beard tickling her sensitive flesh as he drew more of her tit into his hungry maw. Just before the head could pop free of her tight grasp he thrust his hips forward to sink his cock into her once more down to the root with a wet squelch. His free hand moved between the stone wall and her back to grip a handful of her ass, pulling her towards him as he impaled her on his thick organ, grinding her smooth skin against the hairy expanse of his gut as he began a regular rhythm of thrusting.

His hips rolled back and forth and his mouth roughly suckled at her tit as they fucked there in the niche, the fat raider keeping her pressed up against the wall with the mass of his frame as he rutted with the woman who had only minutes prior soundly thrashed him.

 

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Wedged in between the fat bandit’s gut on one side and the cool granite on the other Ysrel enjoyed the continual rhythmic pounding she was receiving. With every rough thrust that filled her completely she was inched upwards more, already standing on her toes and held in place by Bear’s weight bearing down on her. And with both hands occupied with her weaponry there was not much else she could do than take it, not that she had any desire to change their current procedure.

“Oh yes” she purred, spurning the heavy set man on if such a thing was necessary “that’s good, nail me hard against that stone.” Which was the truth, she was enjoying herself greatly. Her feeding induced arousal as a rule made those aftermath encounters quite pleasurable, with her loins still tingling and sensitive to stimulation, but even so this particular instance catered particularly well to her darker desires, with the big man making such rough use of her. So as she smiled down on the back of Bear’s head which was still lodged firmly around her breast she commented some of his forays with a sensual moan.

The whole affair was a far more controlled process for her that her previous romp with Dresk. The pleasure radiating out from her ploughed womb as its slick walls were repeatedly stretched by the massive meat invading it were no less intense, but without the buildup to the feeding she was able to keep better control of herself, savor the sensual stimulation more consciously, deliberately rather than completely loosing herself in the heat of the rut. And there was ample to sample and enough to enjoy even though she stayed a lot quieter this time.

This did not change as predictably her pleasure climbed, small beads of sweat forming all over her body as it grew more tense with the approach of her climax, her vaginal walls beginning to clamp down onto the engorged lance they were enveloping, and then she went over the edge. Following the theme, her orgasm was a quiet one, her face contorting in a grimace of pleasure as a low grunting was the only audible indication. Her muscles tensed completely now, her back arching and lifting her hips off the wall, pressing even more firmly against Bear as the occasional pressure around his manhood turned into a continual intense rippling along every part of his that was inside of her. All the while her grip on her swords tightened as well, causing their tips to rise and waver about erratically.

That way she enjoyed that second orgasm of the day while it lasted, basking into the pleasurable warmth it caused her, until eventually id died down. Her facial features returned back to normal, her lips forming a satisfied smile as her whole body relaxed once more. The man, still not having found release, showed no indication of slowing down, his treatment of hers continuing as before seemingly oblivious to his surroundings. And so she turned her wrist and slightly lifted her arm, the flat of one blade gently tapping on his shoulder to catch his attention as she informed him in a friendly voice. “That was well done my bear cub, and I am satisfied. You can stop now.” There was a certain decisiveness in the way she pronounced that ‘can’ that indicated that she did not truly consider other options existent.

 

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Bear had let her breast slip from his mouth a few moments prior to her orgasm in order to lean backwards, gaining a more favorable angle for the steadily increased pace of the big man's now near-frantic thrusting. The evidence of his efforts had begun to show on him as well, the skin atop his bald head shimmering with a light coat of sweat as his hips worked his member in and out of her tight tunnel. His eyes watched her face as her features contorted in lustful expression, his hand pulling her into him as her back arched, her breasts crushed against the hairy expanse of his gut as she rode high on the wave of orgasmic pleasure. Bear slid his manhood in and out of her spasming vagina with long, steady strokes, grunting as the pressure of her inner grip hugged his swollen rod. The man had proven to have considerable sexual stamina in addition to being well-endowed, and although both attributes had suited her purpose perfectly, he would soon be disappointed with them for the first time in his many years of sexual activity.

Bear's arrogant grin had widened considerably, the man breathing hard from his efforts but showing no signs of relenting. That is until she spoke, complimenting him on his performance while at the same time expressing her desire for him to cease his rutting. His hips moved back and forth reflexively a few times as his grin slowly faded, a confused look on the fat man's ugly face slowly resolving into disappointment as the finality of her command sunk in. His thrusting motion slowly came to a halt, the head of his cock sitting just inside her entrance, the now slick and glistening shaft of his thick member aching to be sunk into her depths once more. The dilemma was clear in the big man's eyes; he needed release, the large, hairy pair of testicles hanging between his legs feeling by now painfully swollen. The events of the scuffle a few mintues past were forgotten, overrided by the powerful desire to fill this woman's cunt with his seed.

The logical portion of the man's brain, by far it's most seldom heeded asset, told him to back down, reminded him of that otherworldly strength and skill that she would surely turn loose on him should he fail to obey. On the other hand the tightness of her warm inner walls silently beckoned to him, promising great pleasure should he just thrust his hips forward once more and spread them around his cock's ample girth. A few heartbeats passed in what felt like hours, the warrior-woman holding his gaze without a hint of jest on her facial features, her words still ringing in his ears. Finally his survival instinct won out and Bear took a single step backwards, the thick head at the tip of his rod finally freed from her flesh for the first time since he had begun to soundly fuck her there against the cold granite wall. He had chosen to obey and avoid further injury, but this didn't stop the big man from voicing his wish for her to allow him to finish.

Bear stroked his desperately swollen cock as he looked down at her, his former grin replaced by a frustrated frown. "Come now girl...let ol' Bear pound that cunt a bit more...I'll make you cum a few times yet before I dump my seed in you, that I can promise. You wouldn't just leave a man to suffer with swollen balls, would you?". He pumped away at his shaft lewdly, seemingly uncaring of the rather pathetic display he was making. Unfortunately for him after having experienced the warm embrace of her vagina his hand would just not do, his manhood remained stubbornly swollen in it's refusal to reach the point of orgasm despite the self-stimulation he was providing. If the size of his rather large tesicles served as any indicator the man would have quite the load if he ever managed to evoke it from them, which for the moment seemed an improbable outcome for the forlorn hairy giant.

 

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"Oh, I'm no ordinary girl and I can do many a thing other women can not." Ysrel grinned back at the hairy man, eyeing his rock hard throbbing red rod with mischievous glee as it stood up and poked out under the sizable gut. It almost looked like it had a life and mind of its own, and was silently pleading her for release in accord with its owner. This had turned out better than she had hoped for. There had been doubts, slight and suppressed doubts to be sure, that by pursuing her release she would do Bear a favor the mean bandit did not deserve. That had not troubled her much, but still it was nice to see him suffering for a change. And so she silently observed his fidgeting, the nervous twitching of his cock, and the insecure, desperate gaze he stared at her with, letting him stew in his own juice.

"And right now catering to the needs of a sick rapist like you is not that important for me." Her smile began to fade as her contempt became visible. "So let's get going. There is much to do before the sun will set."

~*~​

This was one of the most unusual sights Rondalf had seen in a long time, and quite unexpected to boot. He stood in the kitchen garden behind his house at the outskirts of the village, leaning on his rake as his free hand shielded his eyes from the orange rays of the setting sun, just to make sure his old eyes were not betraying him. But no, the strange procession continued to approach along the pathway leading past his home. In the lead there were five men, all naked except for their footwear. Their wrists were tied, and despite this impediment they tried their best to support the fifth of them, a true giant of a man, who had his gigantic arms spread out over four pairs of shoulders, slumping in posture and dragging his feet, clearly trying to keep pace out of his own but lacking the strength to do so. The other four appeared strained by his weight, exhausted like after a long march, faces red and weary.

Behind them walked a girl ... no, not just a girl, he would not forget that angelic face and those udders in a hundred years. Even though she wore a simple dress he immediately recognized her. That was the hunter that the Elder had recruited. Those swords she carried just fit into the picture. And there behind her, weren't that Matha and Susan? By the gods, she had found them. And now... Some of the faces of those naked men indeed looked familiar, and Rondalf began remembering where he had seen them before as they reached his porch.

"Good Evening, sir" the hunter addressed him, only to add towards her five captives "Stop for a moment, guys". The band followed her order without hesitation, not even bothering to look her way.

"Err, good evening miss, what can I do for you?" Rondalf hastily dragged his had from his head, displaying the sparse reminder of his gray hair.

"Oh would you know of a building nearby that has some room suited to lock up this rubble?"

Rubble, oh yes, those were indeed the bandits that had plagued them. For sure they did not look menacing at the moment, quite to the contrary. Like a pack of wet poodles,and he could not hold back a wide grin as he scratched his head. "Try Grendil's barn over there. He actually built a basement underneath it. Weird fellow. But it might be just what you need."

Ysrel nodded, smiling back "It might indeed be. Do you think you could notify Elder Thomas of my arrival, and ask him to gather the women who had previously been captured by those bandits to bring them over to the barn as well?"

"The others? Have they not suffered enough?" Rondalf was a bit taken aback by this request. He still had vivid images in his mind of thsoe few women who had returned, and the condition they had been in. Why torture them so much? The hunter's suddenly stern gaze made him swallow any further objection, and he just nodded his head "Aye, will do that." as she turned and shuffled away to the center of the village.

"You have heard the man, over to that barn over there." Ysrel commanded as she indicated their new direction.

~*~​

The bandits had been tightly secured, for all Ysrel knew. There they sat or crouched in the dim light that fell into the dark cellar room through the two small windows at the top of the walls. Two had their arms tied around the heavy wooden beams supporting the ceiling, while Ric, Bear and Dresk leaned with their backs against the roughly hewn stones of wall opposite the entrance, hands and feet tightly bound, and still naked. An uncomfortable silence permeated the room as they waited, Matha and Susan sitting on the only bench in the room, clearly unsure, agitated even that they could not go home to their beloved and instead had to bide their time with this scum. And the bandits themselves, in varying states of wakefulness, irritated and anxious about what fate awaited them once they were handed over to the authorities.

The only calm person in the room was Ysrel, sitting on a small barrel, crouched forward with her elbows on her knees as she kept an eye on the men. Grendil had indeed been on the weird side, but cooperative. He had heard her request, grunted something incomprehensible, tossed her a key and then went on with his business. She was starting to wonder how much longer she would have to wait when she could hear steps approaching from the stairs outside the door.

 

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The footsteps had heralded the arrival of none other than Elder Thomas, the balding man dotting his forehead with a handkerchief as he entered through the cellar door, the Elder visibly winded as he stopped just inside the entrance to allow his eyes to adjust to the dim atmosphere of the cellar. The sounds of muffled shouting carried down the cellar stairs, the bloodthirsty cries cut short as the Elder pushed the door shut behind him. He surveyed the sorry remains of the once terrifying raider band, walking closer to the bound and unclothed prisoners as his eyes slowly widened. Not with fear, not this time, but with disbelief. Disbelief that, in the face of the undeniable evidence of the end to their ordeal, slowly morphed into relief. The man’s shoulders visibly relaxed as he let out a ragged sigh, the Elder looking for all the world like a man who had been granted a pardon just before the Executioner's axe had completed its deadly arc.

He turned towards Ysrel and started over towards to her, his gentle gaze devoid of its former lustful twinkle, now comprised of what could only be described as a combination of bewilderment and admiration. ​Thomas halted before her, his head slightly bowed. "Mistress Ysrel...I...we...". He stumbled over his words, the Elder visibly shaken as he struggled with a vast array of emotions. He cleared his throat, lifting his eyes before attempting to speak again. "We cannot begin to express the depth of our gratitude...you have brought hope once more to the damned and forsaken. I know not how such a feat was accomplished, in fact I can scarcely believe that our moment of retribution has come. I will admit that I had lost hope to see the dawning of such a day...and now that it has come, know that we are forever in your debt."

Thomas's gaze drifted once more to the stripped and tied band of brigands, an angry sneer of disgust twisting his mouth as he hawked and spit in their direction. With his initial elation at seeing her return successfully slowly fading, anger began to boil within the normally subdued Elder. "Bastards...". He turned once more towards her, nodding as if eager to proceed with their punishment. "You asked for all of the former...ahem...victims...and I have assembled them outside. I'll not ask your intentions, you have more than gained my trust. As to the matter of your payment, I have called for your room to be made ready with fresh food and wine, I had hoped that you might agree to meet me there after the proceedings here so that I might see you suitably rewarded. But that can wait yet, I will summon the womenfolk."

Elder Thomas moved back towards the cellar door, swinging it open and leaning out as he called up the staircase, assuring the women gathered there that it was safe to enter. Slowly they filed in, some more eagerly than others, and moved to join Martha and Susan. A varied group in both age and appearance, there was apparently no one demographic that had been spared the raiders insatiable lust;

Seranna, young daughter of the village miller, slim of figure with straw-blonde hair. She shuffled into the room with with eyes downcast, meekly moving towards Yrsel in order to make room for the others.

Brexia, wife of the town blacksmith, a thick, near flat-chested woman with arms that would be the envy of many of the village men, dark hair pulled back in a simple braid. A grimace marked her squared jaw, her dark eyes burning with rage as her hands slowly worked into fists, the well-developed muscles of her upper torso flexing as she eyed the subdued forms of her former captors. Surely she had not originally been taken without a fierce struggle, and from the stern look she cast over the room's occupants, she was quite eager to pick up from where she had left off.

Doranne, elderly wife of the thatcher, grey hair rolled into a tight bun at the back of her head. Her hands were clenched around fistfuls of her modest dress, her light blue eyes scanning the interior of the dank cellar, rapidly flickering back and forth between Ysrel and the unclothed raiders. As one of the women who had only recently returned to the village she had yet to fully recover and the pain of her ordeal was fresh on her face.

Jillian, the plump wife of the village baker, wide in the hips with an expansive bosom and matching backside. She was clutching a wooden rolling pin in one hand as a warrior might brandish a mace, tapping it against an open palm as if she were anticipating swinging it as she eyed the captive raiders.

The combined glares of hatred and anger spared no one particular raider but most often settled on the form of Dresk, still weakly leaning there against the back wall between his fellows. Apparently the man's great endowment had left quite the impression on the gathered women, a thought which had previously brought pleasure to the perverted raider, but seemed to promise the most harsh treatment for him now that the tables had been turned. Ric drew his own fair share of disgust, the young man's preference for sodomy still fresh in the minds of his former victims.

Elder Thomas closed the door and pressed his back against it as the last of the women filed in, silently observing the scene before him, his demeanor alternating between relief as his gaze passed over Ysrel and the assembled women and disgust as it settled on the brigands. Thomas was prepared to leave if required, but he had stayed for the moment in case his presence was required by the Hunter.

The blacksmiths wife, Brexia, stepped to the front of the group, respectfully acknowledging Ysrel with a deep nod before giving voice to her anger. "I say we start with the big one...rip his cock off and shove it up his arse...see how well he favors it then.". She was most certainly no blushing maiden, and judging by the size of her thick arms was quite capable of carrying out her dark suggestion. The women gathered in a throng about Ysrel, the more meek ones pushing their way to the front in order to put a barrier between themselves and their former tormentors. Brexia, although the first to give voice to her wish for retribution, raised an arm to call for silence. She was the alpha-female of the group and the others followed her cue. She nodded once more towards Ysrel. "But first we shall hear out the Hunter..."

 

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Ysrel watched the host of defiled women pour into the dark, cavern like cellar, displaying the whole bandwidth of emotion encountered after what they had endured, from Brexia's open rage to Seranna's self reclusion and Doranne's despair. And yet they all had come. It was a good sign, an indicator that what she had in mind might help them.

So as the turmoil had settled after the smith wife's outburst Ysrel pushed herself upwards, coming to stand amidst seven pairs of eyes clinging to her lips, eagerly wanting to know why they had been brought here. And she did not disappoint as she began to speak to the crowd.

"I have heard that all of you had the pleasure of being guest to these five fine gentlemen one time or another in the past" she was not too hard to read, a subcurrent of irony evident in her voice "and so I thought it only fair that since we happened to pass through this village they would be given due thanks for their hospitality. And who better to thank them than those who had experienced their generosity first hand?" In fact all she had done was to affirm Brexia's suggestion.

The raiders raised their heads at the sound of that. What previously might have been a nagging fear in the back for some of them had all of a sudden turned into gruesome reality. The darkness of the room seemed to thicken with every word, the shadows in the corner gaining a life of their own, and even the most basic item in the room developed an aura of menace, wrneching desperate pleas from the hardened raiders that dissipated unheard. The flattened side of the hammer lying on the table next to half a dozen of nails began to glint mercilessly, showing two fine sparks like the eyes of a waking behemoth, ready to crunch digits. The pliers hanging on the wall appeared to have grown teeth eager to rip into the most vulnerable segments male flesh, even more so as a pair of thin pale hands began to reach for them. And then there were the women themselves, as they slowly turned away from Ysrel and began to scan the five bound men on the ground, an unholy glint developing in their eyes as they did so, one that even pierced the darkness.

"So go ahead then, and show them your heartfelt thankfulness for what they did to you." Ysrel paused, about ready to leave, before she added "And do not be hasty and overly eager, make sure these men will enjoy themselves good and ... long." She got a multi throat feral growl as a response, most of the women already focussed so much on reaping their vengeance that she was all but forgotten. Only Seranna had not crowded around the raiders yet, and met the hunter's eyes once more before she as well hesitantly reached out for a rusted pitchfork leaning against the wall. One last glance did she get at Dresk's monumental organ as it briefly appeared, limply draped along his thigh, between two of the women, and she had to sigh and shake her head at that terrible waste of such a nice piece of man meat.

Ysrel began her retreat, leaving those two swords on the wall where she had sat. They were not hers, and she no longer needed them. Closing in on Thomas she determined hooked her arm into his and with a somber "We are no longer needed here" began to lead him out of the door and up to the ground floor. "Some of you will have to help Grendil to clean up this mess afterwards."

They were half way up the stairs when they heard the first scream.


As the girl stepped out of the door the brightness made her eyes squint. But the beauty of the day, how the rays of the sun up in a cloudless blue sky bathed the tree tops all over the valley at her feet in a golden light, heralding the glory of summer and life, was lost to her. Her eyes, still glazed over stared straight ahead without noticing anything. One hand clung to the hilt of the weapon dragging the blood soaked blade behind her and leaving a fine red trail in the sand. Her mind, however, was still back in the darkness of the house behind her.

It relived how she had come over the unprepared bandits and cut them down with the ruthless efficiency of a butcher. They had not expected her, fully occupied with ... other matters ... as she came up behind them and the sword, light and swift as a feather danced a dance of death in her power infused hands, severing limbs and spilling entrails until none of them stood anymore. That was not the worst though, the worst was the sight of her mother as she laid there, bathed in blood like the whole room, ravaged and broken, and yet, as she looked up at her daughter, with her dying breath there was a happy, almost eerie, smile on her face born from the sincere gratitude that in some inexplicable way Ysrel had been spared from her gruesome fate and had made those bandits pay the ultimate price for their depravity. Then her head had slumped and her eyes had closed, never to open again.

Slowly the numbing haze that had protectively surrounded her consciousness began to evaporate, allowing her to fully process all the harrowing events of the day as they rose from her memory in full clarity. How she had lost her virginity in a most brutal way. How her family had been slain. How her mother had died while she stood next to her, unable to even bend down for a final embrace. How her whole life had been shattered to pieces in the span of less than an hour. It was too much. Like a dam breaking the tears shot into her eyes as her head dropped forward, lacking the strength to stay upright. Her hand no longer able to maintain its grip let go of the steelen implement of death, causing it to topple onto the bare earth. And then her legs gave in, lacking the strength to support her any longer. She sunk to her knees, slumping, hunched over. And she wept, tears running freely down her cheeks now, soaking the ground between her knees. She wailed and she sobbed, all the anguish and sorrow breaking out of her.

A wretched sight on a most beautiful Summer day.

 

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Thomas waited until they had reached the confines of her room in the tavern to speak, the atmosphere on the walk over too grim to give voice to the lustful desires that had once more awakened within him with the proximity of their bodies. Once the door to her room had been closed it was as if the violence that was talking place a stone's throw away in old Grendil's cellar had been forgotten, if for the moment at least. Once more the man's admiring gazes surveyed her form, still clad in the simple but highly effective disguise of a common farmgirl. His eyes predictably lingered on her chest, the endowment he had expressed great admiration for at the time of their first meeting. The desire to give voice to his arousal nearly consumed the man, but he managed to maintain his composure long enough to discuss the matter of her payment. He gestured towards a small, simply carved chest that sat at the center of the wooden table in her room, the container flanked on all sides by an array of both food and alcoholic beverages.

"My lady Ysrel, your payment. Inside you'll find five-hundred gold crowns, a number which I have verified myself several times to ensure it's accuracy..." The man spoke the truth, and by his tone of voice clearly considered it a fool's errand to cheat the savior of the village and conqueror of the bandit band. "...but I will not be offended if you wish to ensure proper payment with your own eyes." His own eyes continued to favor her endowments, and the village elder pulled his handkerchief from his pocket to wipe at his forehead. He was nervous about something, and obviously working up the courage to give voice to it. "I have also taken the liberty of having the innkeep draw a hot bath...I thought you would wish to cleanse yourself after the days events.". With no knowledge of the sexual activity that had taken place at the bandit camp, it was clear that the Elder was referring to the melee that had surely transpired between Hunter and Raiders prior to their capture.

Thomas paused for a moment, wetting his lips with his tongue and clearing his throat as he once more cleansed his forehead with his strip of dark red cloth. "And if I may be so bold...during your absence a few of the villagers approached me to express a shared interest in my lady's rather substantial...assets." A bulge began to form at the crotch of the Elder's woolen trousers, a telltale sign of the arousal building within him as the conversation turned erotic. Well, erotic for such a normally proper man, in the least. Thomas fidgeted a bit, wishing that he had chosen a different, more loosely fitting pair of trousers from the dresser that morning. "I thought that, given the nature of our conversation prior to your accepting of the contract, you would perhaps be interested in holding a more...intimate...celebratory party here in your rooms, where myself and a few of the village men could demonstrate our gratitude to the Heroine of Hinderstap."

"I realize that perhaps this is not the best time to make such a bold suggestion, but I fear there will scarcely be such an opportunity in the future before you inevitably move on to the next contract. So with your consent, I will fetch the other lads while you bathe.". Thomas wet his lips once more, his gaze drawn to her chest. The material of his pants strained to contain his manhood as it expanded to it's fully aroused state, the Elder clearly turned on by the sight of her breasts even while they were still concealed beneath her simple dress. "That is, unless my lady is not adverse to bathing with an audience. I can send the innkeep to fetch the boys if you would like someone to...wash your back.". Thomas had clearly become emboldened by his libido. "Or, if you would prefer we can keep such things just between us, in which case the others need not join in. The choice is of course yours, my lady Ysrel."

 

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Ysrel had just casually lifted the lid of the small chest, idly glancing sideways at the golden glint shining from underneath. By her rough estimation that would indeed be about five hundred coins, and she had no reason to doubt the elder's sincerity, so she let the lid drop shut again, returning her attention to his speech. The mention of a bath sounded very welcome, and she wordlessly approved with a thankful smile, unwilling to interrupt him as she sensed there was more he wanted to say. And indeed he did.

Ysrel's eyes widened slightly as her face froze in surprise at the unexpected suggestion. She was aware that the elder longed to get intimate with her, and her breasts in particular, but this exceeded what he had asked for previously, by a wide margin. So when he turned quiet, looking at her expectantly for her reply as he subconsciously wrung his hands in each other, she just rose an eyebrow and waited for a few moments before she finally spoke.

"So this is how you want to reward me? By handing me around like a piece of meat to be used to sate your base carnal desires?" She planted one palm on the table and pushed herself upwards, her face coming very close to the elder's in the process. "Or did you think after you splurched out so much coin it would be only fair if I gave the whore for you guys, so you could grope and nail me at your heart's desires? Was that what you had planned?" She looked sternly at the speechless Thomas as he was struggling for an answer, obviously taken aback by the unexpected hostility, mouth opening and closing without making a sound.

And then her face suddenly broke into a gleeful grin, as she light heartedly added. "If that was your idea, I think it's a good one. We definitely should do that. Just make sure I am fucked good and hard." Leaving the elder stand there, now even more speechless if such a thing was possible, she casually began to saunter over to the exit of her room, her hips swaying. Once at the door, she looked back over her shoulder to address him once more "I will go and have that so deliciously sounding warm bath. I won't mind an audience, and I definitely appreciate it if I do not have to wash my back myself." There was no innuendo in that last sentence. "Whom you want to bring along is up to you." and with that she was out of the room, and the sound of the door falling shut behind her finally brought Thomas out of his stupor.

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At the bend of the road Ysrel turned around to have one last look at the village of Hinderstap.

The last night had been quite something. Thomas, the village elder, just as promised, had invited her to join a card game he held with three of his friends. Well, she had not spent much time actually playing cards. Naked almost from the beginning she had alternated between actually sitting at the table with them and slinging some cards, crawling under the table to pleasure them orally, and being dragged to the nearby sofa by one of them to be fucked to his heart's content while his buddies continued their game. Each of them had spilled his seed into her at least once, and on two occasions even into her rear entrance. After that evening she had truly felt satiated. It was a good thing she had her feeding under full control by now.

That chapter of her life was over now, though, and with a smile born from fond memories she turned around and focused on the way ahead while her fingers toyed with the bandit leader's pendant, now worn around her neck.


The bearded man clearly was not someone to easily mess with. The common property of his hardened leather armor, his heavy hunting bow and the axe he carried at his side was that they both had seen frequent use but were well maintained. He was in his fourties now, but his bearing and his step had not yet been diminished by the passing of time.

At a steady pace he descended the path towards the farm. So far he had only seen one person, the girl weeding the vegetable garden. As he gradually came closer he could make out more details about her. The lass appeared quite beautiful in fact. Slender, except for her chest. Curiously, though, she carried a sword at her hip, a rather unusual and cumbersome item to take along for gardening. And she had noticed his arrival as well, shooting the occasional glance in his direction.

"A good day to you girl ..." he finally called out when he was in speaking distance, observing how her rake worked the earth between the plants. "I'm Alrond".

"Hello, my name's Ysrel ..." she briefly met his eyes to return the greeting before her attention returned to her chore.

He paused for a short while before he spoke again. Time might be of the issue. So out of the blue he asked. "Say, Ysrel, have you heard of three men passing through the area recently. One of them a tall redhead, another a scrawny fellow with pockmarks, and the third one with an eye patch over his left eye?"

She paused briefly, looked at him - a strange, almost unsettling look that was - and finally shrugged. "Yes, they have been here four days ago."

His eyebrows rose. He was surprised that the girl was still unharmed in that case. "And do you know where they went?"

Another brief pause, and then she paused her work to straighten herself up fully. Her left arm pointed towards the nearby tree line. "See that path there? Follow it a hundred meters and you will come to a small clearing. There you'll find what the animals have left of them."

His eyes went wide. That was definitely not the answer he had expected. "They are dead?"

"Yes." she matter of factly confirmed. "I cut them down after they killed my family."

Now that she mentioned it, he had seen graves behind the farm house but had not thought much about it at the tame. "You killed them all, on your own?" That was quite a ... fantastic claim.

Her gaze began to bore into his. "Yes, I did."

He was about to comment on how unlikely that sounded, but then as their eyes met something else happened. The hairs on his neck stood up. One of the reasons Alrond had survived almost three decades as a bounty hunter was that he had developed a fine but very reliable instinct about how dangerous an individual he met was. And currently his guts raised high alert.

Now thinking about it he recalled the precision with which she had wielded the rake. It was a subtle little thing only, easy to miss, but there was something about that girl. Something in her eyes. Something that told him that yes, she was easily capable to do what she claimed. His throat felt dry for a moment.

Finally he found his speech again, and half jokingly he asked "So now that you are all alone out here, have you thought about switching profession?"

Her forehead furrowed as she asked back. "Switch to what?"

 

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Chapter 2: ???​