Holding On

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Zin rocked on his heels, his patience wearing thin as he waited in the long line to the mailbox. Things in the Horde economy had been booming as of late, partially due to the success of the raiding parties he, and others of his platoon had engaged. Alliance settlements were falling left and right, some with valuable shipments of gold and weaponry, but most for the food of the fields and cloth for the war effort. As a result, goods and wears, auctioned or simply produced were in a high swing, the gold flowing more freely than it had in years.

This was good, of course, but Zin found it irritating to deal with when it came to checking his mail.

He had come to town three times a week, now, waiting for the next translation from Yessha. He had received nothing as of yet, and the postmaster was beginning to become grumpy with him for his repeated visits. Every time he would scowl, and inform Zin in a particularly unfriendly tone that, no, he had not received any letters today, from the Undercity or otherwise.

Despite the postmaster's rudeness, and despite the length of time it had been since had received the first shipment of the translated diary, Zin had not allowed himself to slip back into apathy. Instead, he had submerged himself in the first ten pages of the human Lilla's story, his anger toward the man Rolf increasing each time he had read it, and his respect for the woman growing exponentially. He felt, even through those short pages, he had begun to know her personally, and he longed to hear news of her, to know the rest of her story.

Finally, the line moved forward, and Zin found himself standing face to face with his nemesis of mail once more. He did not even bother asking his now repetitive question; he simply stood, staring into the old, bloodshot eyes of the hunched, aging Orc.

“Yeah, yeah, you giant bugger. You're here for your damned letter.”

Zin held his breath, nodding slowly. The Orc rolled his eyes, and fished beneath the wooden counter. He finally produced the familiar, dirty envelope, a red wax seal keeping it closed from prying eyes. It was marginally thicker than the first one Zin had received, and he felt his stomach leap in anticipation.

“Here's the damned thing. Hope it burns with you and your damned annoying persistence.”

Zin grinned, his lips curling over his tusks as he took his coveted mail, and quickly ran down the road and out of town. He made his way across the grass and into the trees, heading in the general direction of his post, but carefully avoiding the eyes of any who would have seen him from the camp. He wanted to be alone when he read this, for it seemed a rather private matter.

Finally he reached the bank of the river, and sat down in the afternoon sunshine, peeling away the wax seal. As before, he flipped open Yessha's note first, smiling to himself as he caught the sarcastic, even playful tones of her writing.


Dear Mister Ol'bij,

I am glad to hear that my translations have been acceptable to you, and I thank you for the extra coin for postage. As you can see, these pages tend to weigh down the envelopes, and restrict how much I can send at one time, in the interest of discretion.

I must say I am fascinated by this Human's ramblings, and hope you are enjoying her story as much as I am. It's always interesting to see another perspective, is it not?

Expect the next passage to arrive soon, as I will expect your postage as well. I believe you will find this and the coming parts most interesting.

Sincerely,
Y.J.

PS: Do you suppose this Mr. Reding has suffered some horrible, painful death? I like to hope so.


Zin chuckled, setting her letter aside, and shifted to make himself more comfortable on the grass. The scent of honeysuckle wafted along the breeze, fluttering the corners of the stack of parchment with its sweetened scent. It was almost as though something wondrous was looking over Zin's shoulder as he folded open the paper, and began to read.

If I had thought my Mother, or even my Father and brothers would have suspected something, I was very mistaken. They went about their evening lives as they did every night; my Mother washing the dishes, my father drinking an ale before the fire. Rolf had sat beside him, and they spoke in low tones about this season's bounty, and various other things men rumbled on about. They did not even question the fact that I had only one bucket of milk to show for my lengthy time spent in the barn.

I retreated to my bed almost immediately, feigning a headache or some such thing in the effort to escape, though the warmth of my bedsheets did nothing to comfort me. Instead, I went to the basin and washed my hands and face, then, lifting my skirts, began the painful process of removing the evidence of my encounter with Mister Reding. I was horrified to find that my washcloth came back red, covered in the drying blood of my virginity. I began to shudder, silent tears sliding down my flushing cheeks. The trembling increased as I thought about Rolf's demands of me for later tonight, and the threat he had made on my family.

What choice did he leave me, after all? I was a ruined woman, whose actions tonight dictated the lives of my parents and brothers. I did not suspect that his threats were idle, and the fear he instilled in me was too much to resist.

So the hours passed, I sitting on the edge of my bed, watching the moon in her ascent across the night sky. Eventually I heard the sounds of my family bedding down for the night, my Mother passing over her usual habit of kissing me goodnight for I had told her I did not feel well at all, and wished to not be disturbed. I counted my breaths as I waiting, knowing that the hour was soon to come.

The moon had reached its highest peak of the night, and as quietly as I could, I slipped out the door and toward the barn. The building was frightening in the darkened night, looming over my like a death sentence, and again, I shuddered.

As I entered the barn, I realized that Rolf was up in the loft, waiting for me. There was a soft candle glow, barely illuminating the ladder before me. I made my way up the rungs, peering over the edge of the loft, my breath catching.

He lay there, naked as the day he was born, already fully erect. He was stroking himself slowly, sipping on a goblet of mead as he did so. His manhood was purple and angry looking, twitching between his fingers like a thing alive. I watched him for a moment, wondering how a man could have such a vitality, the reasons behind it leaving a sick feeling in my throat.

Finally he realized I was there, that wicked grin splitting his face across as he set his goblet down.

“Come here, little Lass, and disrobe for me.”

I swallowed hard and did as he asked, my shaking fingers fumbling with the laces of my dress. Eventually the garment fell around my ankles. My hands automatically want to my chest, hiding my breasts from view, but he only smiled at my shyness and held out a hand.

“Now come. Lay with me.”

Again I did as he bid, laying on my back, and he tucked himself in close to me, his face looming over mine as his fingertips trailed up and down my belly, making the muscles shiver beneath his touch. He said nothing for a long while, seemingly content to stroke my skin in silence. If not for the apprehension about what was to come, I may have begun to relax a little.

“I am going to show you something different from our pleasures before, Lass. Something that will be very enjoyable.”

I nearly choked at his insistence that the earlier encounter had been enjoyable for me, but I wisely held my tongue, and watched as he reached behind him, producing a slender tube, one end sloped to a rounded point. I swallowed hard, for I knew immediately what it was meant for. Since I did not say anything, he felt the need to explain.

“This, Lass, is called a Phallus. I will slide this in whichever orifice I wish, and watch you writhe beneath me while I take my pleasure from you.” his eyes hardened, then, his tone losing whatever kindness it held, “roll onto your hands and knees.”

I could feel the tears welling up behind my eyelids, and I did as he demanded, leaning down on my forearms so my behind was high in the air. He nudged my knees apart, so I was fully exposed to him in the dim candle light. Immediately I felt his fingers sliding along my netherlips, pushing them apart, probing at my still tender entrance. I closed my eyes then, unwilling to face the world where the Gods allowed this to happen to me. His tongue and teeth followed suit, nipping and lathing, his spittle dripping down my inner thighs. He moved upward, then, his tongue squirming against the tightness of my anus, forcing the tip inside to wriggle and coax the muscles into relaxation. Mentally I forced myself to remain calm, to do as he wished, so that perhaps he would have mercy on me this time around.

Slick fingers, covered in his spit, replaced his tongue and slid inside my bottom, pressing at every angle, renewing the agony from before, burning through my gut. Then, I could not help the whimper that was torn from my lungs, and I praised the Heavens that he held his hand still.

“Yes, I think perhaps I enjoyed this hole too thoroughly before. You would not be able to handle my cock in here again so soon.”

I shuddered as he withdrew his fingers, relaxing a fraction as he moved away momentarily I knew that my torture was not over, of course, but it was a small relief that he would not be forcing his member into that part of me that night. I opened my eye a crack, finding the thing he called a Phallus was near to my face, standing on it's flat base, and was again thankful that it was much smaller than Rolf's manhood. Perhaps I could handle its entrance into my body.

Soon he took the Phallus into his hand, sliding the tip over the lips of my mound, attempting to tease some sort of reaction out of me. He soon grew bored, as I felt nothing but revulsion for his actions, and moved on with his plan. The subtle smell of lilies invaded my senses, and a slick, oily probing of my anus began. He had coated his fingers with some strange, fragrant ointment, which eased the passage of his digits into my body. I nearly sighed in relief, even when he pressed the tip of the Phallus against the puckered hole. It too had been coated in the oil, and though it's penetration still stung terribly, it was much easier than taking his cock had been.

He pushed slowly, letting me savor every agonizing inch, until the base of the device rested against my bottom cheeks. There he held it, twisting his body around to dig for something else. When he returned, I heard the sound of metal on metal, then the feel of leather being strapped around my upper thighs, securely fastened. When he had finished, he pulled his hand away from the Phallus, and my body's natural reaction to push the thing out was met with solid resistance. I realized, then, that he had strapped the thing to my body, so I could no extract it from myself, even through instinct.

“It's a good fit, little Lass. Your ass is as hungry as your cunt, I see. I think you shall learn to love this device, as well as others.”

The thought made a gagging sensation course through me, but I was not long allowed to indulge in my disgust, for he positioned himself at my other entrance, and pushed in with a slick ease, and I realized he had too coated his length with the fragrant oil, for which I was perversely thankful.

He pumped leisurely, hands on my hips, his pelvis smacking into me, forcing the Phallus to jerk forward little by little, pushing out to the limits of the straps, then back in with each forward thrust. I clenched my eyes shut, trying to shut out all that was happening to me, but to my great dismay, a strange burning began to grow inside both my entrances. I was mollified, confused, when the muscles around the Phallus and his cock began to clench against my own will, drawing them further in.

Rolf sighed happily, picking up his pace, “Yes, Lass, you feel it now, don't you? The pleasure I can wrench from your body?” He accented his last word with a sharp thrust of his hips, and a unwanted moan made it's way out of my body, which only served to encourage him. He pulled out and away, shoving me onto my back, and gripped the backs of my knees, forcing them to press against my chest, exposing me fully. His cock slid back into me, the new angle heightening the awakening pleasure inside of me. I could not help but cry out, my hand seeking vainly for something to hold on to as he took me again and again, the strength of his thrusts pushing us across the floor of the loft.

Suddenly he ripped himself away, dropping my legs down to the floor. I panted heavily, my eyes blurry from the lack of oxygen, sweat dripping down my forehead. I wanted him back to me, if only to extinguish this agony he had created within me. My netherlips burned with something I could not understand. I hated this man, detested him for everything he had done, but I knew somehow that only he could cure me now. I whimpered pathetically, my knees pressing together to hopefully relieve some of the pressure.

Instead, he turned away again, and I felt my stomach drop away and he present a second Phallus, this one near to his size, with strange ridges and bumps all along it. At the base was a strange metal box, with a white wheel attached to it. Rolf grinned, watching my reaction to the hideous thing.

“As I'm sure you will learn I often do, Lass, I have changed my mind. I want your ass now, come Hell or High Water. You will give it to me. But first, I want to feel your cunt weeping for me as well.”

I lay unmoving as he inserted the new Phallus into my vagina, shudder then as the ridges along the length scraped at my sensitive insides. To my horror I felt my womanhood give a great clench, a strong wetness squeezing out between the thickness now inside of me. Rolf let me lay there, adjusting to the new sensation inside my body, and I nearly began to drift again, when he twisted that odd little wheel, and the world suddenly went white.

I had no idea what was happening to me. All I knew was that everything in my body clenched tight, I could not breath, and I felt as though I were falling out of a tree or off of a roof. Suddenly the muscles convulsed, and my back arched up off of the floor, a gasping cry echoing in my ears. It was agony, and easily the most enjoyable moment of my life up to that point.

It ended all too soon for my pleasure hazed brain, and I vaguely caught a strange buzzing noise. Eventually I realized that the sound was coming from inside of my body, that the Phallus was shaking at the rate of the hummingbird's wings.

“A Gnomish invention. Quite genius, really. Now on your knees, Lass. You will take my cock again, and I expect a proper welcome there, this time.”

I was dizzy with sensations, barely noticing when Rolf removed the first Phallus and his hot cock buried itself within my anus once again. My chest heaved, the combination of the oil, the vibrations and the friction Rolf's manhood caused bringing me quickly to another peak. It was different this time, the sensations all coming together, confusing one for the other, until I felt I would be torn apart from it all. There was a voice, soft and far away, calling out “Yes, yes, yes!” in rhythm with Rolf's pounding thrusts, and eventually I realized that the words belonged to me. I felt my stomach lurch with the understanding of it, but could not help it. I hated him, wished him death, yet I could not get enough of the pleasures he was giving me. Indeed, in that moment, I was ruined.

And so the night went, for hours through the moon phases, Rolf took me over and over. He took my anus, my vagina, and my mouth, interchanging his cock for the Phalluses and back again. I lost track of what was where at some point in the night, knowing only a strange, dazed continuation of a pleasure I could not understand. At certain moments he would stop, offering me a sip of wine to satiate my thirst, then replace the sweet alcohol with the taste of his seed, forcing it down my throat at first, then laughing as I eagerly lapped it up, caught up in the storm of carnal ecstasy I knew was possible. I think, perhaps, for those few hours before sunrise, I had gone completely mad with it. I was, as he wished, insatiable, and gave everything he requested.

Eventually, the light of the dawning sun peeked in through the cracks of the wall, and I blinked it back, trying to concentrate on the slide of Rolf's cock inside my anus once again, now loose and eager and swallowing him like a greedy mouth. I had long since lost the ability to speak, only breathy gasps escaping me, but he knew that our time was coming to an end. He picked up his pace, turning the vibrations of the Phallus inside my womanhood to its fullest, and once more time, I felt an orgasm rip through me, dropping me to my belly. Rolf pulled away from me, pumping his cock and shooting his seed over my bottom and lower back. I heard him drop to his own behind, panting heavily.

“You, little Lass,” he said through shaking breath, “Are a rare treasure indeed.”

He rolled away then, pulling on his clothes, and again, leaving me to do the same. My body ached all over, and it was once again a struggle to make it into my dress without sobbing, for not only was I in pain, the lingering affects of the oil he had used still sent tiny shivers of pleasure across my blood. My nipples ached as they rose to fullness for what seemed the hundredth time since midnight, stinging sweetly as I pulled my bodice tight, trapping them inside. It was delicious and horrifying all at once.

This time, Rolf patted my behind as he walked past me, urging me down the ladder first. When we reached the bottom, he took my shoulders in his hands, forcing me to look up at him.

“You will milk your goats, Lass, then go back inside. You will come to the front window, nodding once to let me know if all is safe for me to leave the barn and take breakfast with your family. Remember, you do not want them to suspect anything. And if you tell tales to them of me, you will find them dead before noon. Now go.” he turned me around, patting at my behind once again, shooing me toward Mira. I saw, sitting next to her, were the milk buckets. He must have taken them earlier in the night. He had indeed planned this well.

I did my task as was required, going into the house as though I had risen early to finish my chores, finding my mother cooking breakfast at our large stove. My father was sitting down at the head of the table, my brothers sitting next to him, calling to me to fill their glasses with the fresh milk. I did as they bid, then made my way to the front of the house, looking out the window toward the barn. I could barely see Rolf's shadow, but I knew he was there, and gave him the signal. Immediately he stepped out into the sunlight, coming toward the front door.

Breakfast was a general affair, Rolf putting on a good show for my Father and Mother. I sat silently, trying to pretend I was not eavesdropping, though I found that tedious, as they did not speak of anything interesting anyway.

“So I suppose, Sir Reding, you will be on your way this morning?” My Father asked, sipping at his milk politely. Rolf smiled, and to my dread, turned his eyes to me long enough to take my parent's notice.

“I shall, Sir. But first, there is something I must speak to you about. Nay, not only you, but your family as a whole, as I am sure I will require their blessings as well.”

My heart dropped into my feet. Surely, he could not be about to expose what he had done to me?

My father cleared his throat, drawing Rolf's attention back to him, “And what, pray tell, would that be, Sir Reding?” My father, if he suspected anything, was careful to school his features to that of the simple minded man, giving away no thoughts of his own.

Rolf set his glass down, lacing his fingers together and resting his chin atop them. He was quiet for a moment, guiding his audience into waiting with held breath, as though what he said was the most fascinating thing in the world. And for me, at that moment, it was.

“I will be honest with you, Sir Fairsky. In my short time here, I have fallen deeply in love with your daughter, Lilla, and I wish to be wed to her at your earliest convenience.”

I nearly choked on my eggs as the load of tripe left his lips. He loved me? Surely not! He lusted after me like a beast to stud. There was no love in this, not even a trickle. My parent's seemed to be under the same general assumption as myself, and eyed him skeptically. Rolf smiled at their questioning faces, letting his hands rest on the table.

“I quite assure you, Sir, Lady, that what I say is true. Your daughter has enchanted me beyond reason, for surely you understand that a man like myself does not make such decisions rashly, nor without full contemplation.”

My Father nodded, urging him forward, though I silently willed him to throw this man out, to end my torment. Rolf, however, obliged my Father most eagerly.

“The fact of the matter is that I have hopelessly fallen for her, and I'm sure you realize that her marrying to a wealthy merchant such as myself would indeed be a wise match, the coin merely a pleasant perk to the fact that it would be for love at the heart of the matter.”

I could see my Father's eyes begin to light, contemplating with Rolf was saying. For surely, to him, this was a dream he had dared not dream, an opportunity that he had never allowed himself to hope for. My Mother, however, was a different story, bless her Soul.

“Sir Reding, I apologize for being frank, but I somehow doubt that you could have fallen in love with my daughter in a matter of hours.” she said icily, her hand resting comfortingly on my shoulder. I turned my eyes to him, the defiance back in my gaze, to which he simply smiled in return. Again, I felt my stomach drop out, and my strength waver.

“My Lady, has she not told you yet? She loves me as well. Ask her yourself. Tell her, Lilla, of the way you threw yourself at me, how you begged me to make you a woman after all these long years. Tell her of how you promised to love no one but me, that if your parents did not consent, you would run away with me.”

I felt my Mother's hand leave my shoulder then, and sensed her stepping back and away. My father's face twisted in shock and shame. All eyes were on me.

“Lilla.. it's... it's not true is it?” My Mother demanded, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I assure you, lady Fairsky, it is the truth. She begged me to bed her, would not take no for an answer. And how could I, a red blooded man, resist a woman as beautiful as she?” Rolf leaned forward, as though this part were particularly scandalous; as though the rest of his words were not, “You can even check her if you want.”

I closed my eyes, the tears dripping off my lashes, and before my Mother could suggest such a thing, I forced myself to speak, “It is the truth. We... we made... love to each other yesterday, and last night. I... I...” I choked back a sob, demanding my voice not to fail me, “I love him, Mother, Father, and wish to be married.”

The world around me faded into nothing, though I could see everything moving. My Mother cried. My father sent my youngest brother, Joseph, to Sentinel Hill to retrieve the Minister. There would be no guests, no feast, no drinking. My Marriage was a shame to my family, as I had given away my virtue to a man I had not yet been wed to. Instead, the entire affair was to be a secret, a fabulous story of young love to be told to any relations or neighbors who would one day inquire where I had gone.

I stood in my house dress, stained and old, as the Minister spoke in dismal tones, irritated by being dragged out here to our farm to perform an impromptu ceremony. I mumbled my vows as though through a dream, trying not to gag as Rolf pressed his fat lips to mine, sealing the marriage. Before I realized what had happened, I was sitting atop the seat of his Wagon, my heart aching as I watched my family go back inside the house, not even bothering to wave goodbye to me.

The whole affair was over by two hours past the Noon.

Rolf joined me in the wagon, clucking his tongue and giving the reigns a flick to urge his pretty mares forward, “Do not fear, little Lass. I will be a dutiful husband. I expect we can make it to Stormwind by nightfall, if I can resist the temptation to make the occasional stop.”

I felt a chill enter my veins as he spoke to me, as the understanding of those implications fell on me. I was now this man's wife. I was bound to him, unable to deny him what he wanted of me. If he wanted to strip me naked and take me in the middle of a highly traveled commerce road, he could, and no one would question him. For all I knew, exhibition was one of the many things he had planned for me in the near future.

Sure enough, after merely at hour of travel toward Elwynn, Rolf reigned in the horses, pulling the wagon over to the side of the dirt path. He turned to me, lifting my chin with his fingers, his eyes boring into mine.

“Now, Lass, I trust I do not need to force cooperation and reaction from you?” his words held a harsh edge to them, a warning veiled there, and I nodded quickly, not wanting to anger him right off. He smiled, shucking me beneath the chin, and quickly made his way into the wagon, urging me to follow behind him.

The inside of the wagon was nearly stuffed with various kinds of cloth, though they were neatly organized. There was just enough room for a small, hay pallet to be lain on the floor, that which Rolf was laying on now. He unlaced the front of his breeches, freeing his quickly hardening cock from its leather confines. He stroked it slowly, eying me as I crouched inside the wagon, watching him pleasure himself.

Silently, he waved his hand at me, again urging me forward. I did as he bid, standing over his legs, staring helplessly at his cock, feeling an unwanted tingle begin between my legs.

“Lift your skirts, Lass. I shall let you choose the hole, this time.”

I felt a sudden contraction of my innermost muscles, as though they were warring over who was to be treated first. I felt my chin mottle and tremble, shamed, disgraced tears coming forward of their own accord. Rolf simply laughed, and tugged me to my knees. I lifted my skirt up over my hips, hovering over his member as he held it still for me, waiting patiently for me to make my choice.

Surely to take him in my anus would be a bad idea, as he had not prepared himself nor my entrance. It would be painful for days after, as it was still aching from our earlier excursions. It puckered and loosened of its own accord, as though it were contesting my thought process entirely, but I stubbornly pushed those cravings away in favor of the more prudent choice.

As I slid my vagina down and over the heat of his cock, it seemed to rejoice in the attention I was allowing it, in the attentions Rolf gave to it. Immediately he thrust upward, stabbing into me like a sword, and I was forced to brace my hands against his chest to keep my balance. His own hands gripped my hips, pushing me up and down in a guiding way, encouraging my instinctual bouncing. One strayed up to free my breasts from my bodice, laughing like a child at the way they jiggled over his face. He pinched a nipple, hard, and I let out a long, low moan.

“Yes, Lass, just like that. Ride me like the whore I immediately knew you were. Brazen, beautiful, and dripping for me, always.”

I cried fully now, tears making the world look as though it were underwater, yet I continued to ride his cock as though it would kill me not to. Soon enough Rolf broke his word to me, two of his fingers sneaking beneath my lifted skirts and worming their way into my eager anus. The ring opened greedily, taking him and clenching down so as to not let him escape. I impaled myself on his cock, rode his fingers, just as the whore he claimed I was. I cried for more, moaned his name as he wished, and strived as hard as I could to gain something from this rather than a shamed pleasure.

Suddenly he halted, gripping my legs to keep me still. I panted, a buzzing in my ears, until I realized that the sound of hoof beats were coming up the road. I stared at him, helpless, silently asking what I should do, to which he answered by simply pushing me off and away from him. He hastily tucked his member back inside his pants, and stuck is his head out the back opening of the wagon.

“Hail!” came a deep, male voice from the distance. Rolf raised his hand in greeting, ushering the man over.

“What do you on your way to Elwynn, Merchant?” a second voice asked, another man, his voice decidedly lighter than the first. He sounded younger, but not as young as I.

“I am on my way to Stormwind to sell my cloths, gentlemen, and to celebrate my recent marriage.”

The horses nickered, shifting contentedly as their riders dismounted politely, “Ah, congratulations to you then, Sir. Where would your bride be, then, so we may congratulate her as well?”

Rolf opened the little wooden door at the back of the wagon, and gripped my hand, dragging me out beside him. I cried out, frantically trying to pull my hand away, as I had realized that I had no yet re-laced my bodice, and my breasts were now exposed to these men.

They were soldiers of Stormwind, making their daily patrols, I supposed, and I felt that odd sense of cold dread creep up my spine as they stared blatantly at my chest. Rolf did nothing to remedy this, and I began to cry in earnest, still struggling in his grip in the effort for modesty.

I shrieked then, as the older of the two, a dark skinned man with a bald head and trimmed goatee, reached out, his mail gloved hand squeezing my breast hard. Rolf gripped my upper arm, slinking behind me to grip the other and hold me in place.

My mind reeled. Surely he did not mean to let this man take me, to rape me? I was his wife for the love of the Light. What husband would allow such a thing?

But he did nothing, allowing the soldiers hands to paw across my chest, pinching and twisting as I whimpered and cried and begged them to stop. I turned my eyes to the younger soldier, begging him to make them cease, and only succeeded in getting him to come closer, to join in with hands lifting my skirts to finger at my womanhood, still damp from my coupling with Rolf earlier.

“That's a good Lass. I don't mind sharing my bounty with the King's Men, you know. I like to see my possessions used to the fullest, and I'm sure you could use a fresh perspective.”

I knew, then, that there was no way out of this situation. I leaned back against Rolf's chest, and allowed the men to take their fill of me. If there was no hope, why struggle, after all?

The soldiers took my relaxation as their opportunity, and began to undress me in earnest. They tugged at my laces, pulled down my skirts. The younger of the two spread my legs so wide I could hardly keep myself standing, and immediately applied his tongue to my womanhood, flicking and stroking his tongue up and down the slit. The older, darker man, kissed at my breasts, twisting the nipples in the absence of his mouth, making me hiss with the pain, and moan with the frightening pleasure his counterpart was applying to my nether regions. Absently, I felt Rolf behind him, grinding his renewed erection into my behind, and I could not help but roll back into him.

Gradually, the three men led me behind the wagon, laying me in the grass. I watched as they divested themselves of clothing and armor, talking among themselves about who would take me were. I was perversely grateful to Rolf then, for he insisted that the rights to my womanhood was his and his alone. The soldiers eventually agreed to his terms, and began to position themselves thusly.

I was forced to my hands and knees, the older man standing before me, his thick, swinging cock moving back and forth like a pendulum. He did not need to force my jaws apart, for I took him quickly between my lips, applying the suction I knew Rolf had enjoyed, hoping that this man was hardly different. He seemed to have no protests, breathy moans escaping him occasionally. Rolf wriggled beneath me, carefully drawing my hips down, sliding his cock back into my vagina. The passing was slick from our coupling earlier, and I sighed softly at the slight pleasure it afforded me, reveling in it, for I felt it would be all I would be allowed to experience.

The youngest man, having disappeared from my vision for a moment, took up his place behind me on his knees. I smelled lilies on the air again, and felt my insides shudder as I realized Rolf had lent him a bottle of oil he had used on me the night before. I was to have pleasure this day, though even more against my will than before.

I felt his cock, marginally smaller than my husband's, pushing against my anus, and he laughed out loud as he slid easily inside, “Damn, your woman is wanton, isn't she?” he gave a few heavy thrusts, our skin sliding against one another, “Just sucks a man inside with ease, eh?”

Rolf chuckled, patting my behind in what could be called affection, “I have trained her well, lads. If she does not perform to your expectations, feel free to punish her in any way you wish.”

The man at my anus shoved his cock in and out of me at a steady pace now, his hand joining Rolf's in patting my bottom, “Aye, thank you, Sir. I almost look forward to her failure.”

“As do I.” Rolf answered, his fingers reaching up to pinch and twist at my breasts, silently promising me the punishment he had mentioned if I failed him. I closed my eyes, and applied stronger suction to the dark man before me, and hoped it would not last too long.

Then, Rolf began to move in counterpoint to the man controlling my backside, and everything went hazy.

The oil he had used brought out the familiar, burning pleasure. Rolf's cock sliding against the other man's through my body made me burn from another angle. The flavor of the long, dark member in my mouth made it water in anticipation. Before I knew myself, I began to shudder and convulse, filled too fully that I could hardly stand the clenching of my own orgasm. I dropped the cock from my mouth to moan my pleasures, the noise escalating as the dark man pumped, and spilled himself over my face and into my open mouth. I swallowed his offering eagerly, that controlling pleasure taking hold of my mind and body until I was left sobbing in my shame.

Rolf pulled away from me. I did not hear his words, nor did I hear those of the other men. I found myself suddenly standing, leaning forward against Rolf's chest, he, in turn, leaning back against the wagon. He lifted one of my legs, resting it in the crook of his elbow. Suddenly the youngest man was back to me, pushing back up inside my anus. They began their maddening rhythm again, only to stop soon after, some unseen adjustments made. I smelled the scent of the lilies again, wondering what in the world they were up to. Suddenly, the younger man slammed into my back, his cock delving deeply into me, the motion forcing Rolf further inside as well. The Soldier at my back moaned, gripping my hips tight enough to bruise. That was when I heard the other Soldier moan in turn, and I began to realize that he had entered the younger man as well. The implications reeled in my mind, and soon I was caught between their pleasures, unable to move, forced to ride through their passions as they worked to find their peaks again.

The younger man bit into my shoulder, hissing in my ear through each panted breath, “He feels so good in my ass, Lady, almost as good as I feel to yours. You.. nng!... enjoy our fucking you, yes?”

I sobbed a reply. I don't know if it was a positive or a negative. I doubt any answer I made would have made a difference, anyway. Rolf fondled at my breasts, reaching down between our bodies then to press his fingers against the little nub just above where his cock met my body. Electric shocks of pleasure shot through me, and I clenched around him and the young Soldier again, their grunts echoing in my ears.

Soon, all too soon and not soon enough, I felt their seed spilling inside of me, and they pulled away, allowing me to drop to the ground. The men laughed, going inside the wagon then, and I faintly heard the cork of a bottle being pulled free. They were drinking, toasting to their conquest, while I lay broken, shuddering, and cold on the ground outside. I opened my eyes, the lids feeling heavy and dry, to see that the sky had almost darkened to twilight. They had had me for nearly three hours, and I had not yet slept since the night before Rolf came to my home.

Had it only been two days? Heaven help me, it felt like a lifetime.

Eventually I must have drifted off, for I was awoken by the heavy weight of a wool blanket being wrapped around me. I murmured, half asleep, and heard Rolf shushing me as though I were a child.

“Here, now, Lass. You just hold still, and I'll bring you inside to sleep. I believe you've earned it.”

I nodded, letting my eyes close again as he lifted me up into his arms. It took some careful maneuvering, but eventually I was laid down on the straw pallet, Rolf nestling in beside me. We were alone inside, and I realized that the Soldiers must have taken their leave of me. Rolf smoothed back my hair, watching my sleepy face with a blank expression.

I had almost fallen back into sleep, when I felt his fingers probing at my womanhood again, and I moaned in protest, though at that point, I think the underlaying meaning behind my sounds were completely lost, for it only served to encourage Rolf, he sliding two fingers up inside of me.

“You have performed wonderfully, my little Lass. I would almost believe you wanted those two men willingly. You sucked them both in so gratefully. I don't suppose you enjoyed them more than I, did you?”

I felt my blood freeze at the implications of that question, and I shook my head quickly, denying what simply was not true. I did not enjoy their attentions, their rape of my body and careless disposal after they have finished. How could anyone enjoy such a thing?

Rolf's brows drew together, his pumping of me with his fingers increasing speed and pressure, a frown marring his features, “Is that so? You did not enjoy them at all?” I shook my head again, and he responded by pinching my little bud, as hard as he could. I screamed and screamed, begging him to stop, to release me, to end the pain, but he only kept the pressure consistent, his scowl turning darker, “Nay, I think you are lieing to me, Lass. I think you wanted them to fuck you. You wanted them to fuck you until you were raw and mindless.”

I sobbed, shaking my head in denial, the strength to struggle away having been lost long ago. He pinched again, and I shrieked, still begging he stop.

“Still you lie to me? You ungrateful bitch, after all I have done for you, given to you, offered you. You lie straight to my face, then beg for no punishment?” he spat then, right into my face, and withdrew. I continued to cry, hiccuping as I could not catch my breath, and waited for the worst.

The worst answered, in the form of another Phallus, one I had not seen yet. It was much larger than Rolf by at least half, both in length and thickness, it too covered in strange ridges. Just to see it made me shrink back in fear. Rolf responded by gripping my hair and giving it a hard yank, forcing my face as close to his as it could get without bumping our noses together.

“This, my little Lass, is for you. I want you to take up that bottle of oil,” he nodded to the side, and my eyes darted over, viewing the tall glass object, “and apply the entire thing to us. The affect will last for nearly three days.”

I nodded, swallowing the bile at the back of my throat.

“Secondly, you will take the Phallus, and insert it into your cunt. I will then apply the straps to it, keeping it firmly in place. The charge inside of it will last at least a week long, even if left on. You will keep it at full speed until I tell you otherwise. Meanwhile, I will take your anus for as long as the oil holds my excitement. You will not attempt to stop me. You will not fall asleep. Every time you do, I will take my razor belt to your little ass until I see red. Do we have an understanding?”

I nodded again, still sobbing. He thrust the bottle of oil into my hands, and I carefully administered it to him, as well as myself. The familiar burn began to seep into me almost at once, forcing panting breaths out of my chest. I then lay back, taking the giant Phallus from his hands, and forcing it past my womanhood, until it was fully seated.

Rolf did as he had threatened, using the straps to secure it to my legs so it would not leave my body. He then switched it on, the hummingbird vibration making my teeth feel as though they would shake loose. I tried to curl up, the escalating pleasure almost reaching it's pitch already, but my husband rolled me over, his cock slipping into my anus without a care.

The wagon rocked with the force of his thrusts. I soon became numb to all feeling, and fell quiet, the only sensations was a dead vibration in my belly. Rolf spilled himself into my ass, then pulled away, shoving me onto my belly.

“Whore, I expect a little participation from you, as well!”

I cried again, listening as he rummaged through his things, knowing what was on the way. The first bite of leather against my flesh renewed the feeling in my body tenfold to what it should have been, and though I knew that it would only cost me more skin in the long run, I tried to struggle away. Rolf roared, gripping my hair and yanking it back, swinging his razor strap in earnest. It bit into me relentlessly, and soon I could feel my blood dripping down the sides of my thighs.

I went into a state of hypnotics. The world around me ceased to exist. The only things real were the bite of the leather, the burning in my skin. When Rolf's arm finally tired, I was limp and nearly lifeless as he juggled my hips and forced his way inside again. I sobbed dryly now, all my tears used up long ago as he had his way with my body.

I had known before that I was ruined physically by him. That night, the night of my wedding, he had killed my spirit, as well.

Zin had to force his fingers to relax, lest he crumple the last sheet of parchment. His jaw was clenched so tightly it ached in protest as he made the muscles loosen. The words that lay before him seemed a blasphemy to all things in the world. The letter Yessha had written to him before, her little afterthought rang more true to him than it had before. He did indeed hope that Rolf had met a painful end to his life, and if not, he felt compelled to perform the act himself. The man deserved no less than a death befitting the honorless dog he was.

To trick her into an unwanted marriage, to force his mate, to allow another man to touch her was so perverse, so wrong, it left a sick feeling in his stomach. Never in his life would he ever allow such a thing! Hells, if she had been his mate -

Zin choked on his breath, stilling his thought process immediately. What in the world was he thinking? Had he truly considered such a hypothetical situation? He was Dark Spear! His race took many Mates, offered them to others as honorable gifts or signs of respect. That was all this man had done. She was his property, nothing more.

Zin looked about himself at the dieing light of the afternoon, and cleared his throat, as though he had said something aloud that was particularly embarrassing. It was foolish, really. He had simply become caught up in the story. And a story was all it was – old, probably penned by a woman well into her aged years. Her's was a tale that was sad, indeed, but he had no place in life to feel for her in such a way.

Carefully, he tucked the parchment back into the envelope, and began to make his way back to camp, resisting the echo of Lilla's silent words in his mind: He had killed my spirit, as well. That, Zin did not doubt. For how could any human have survived a life like that intact? It was an impossibility, and he reassured himself that she had broken just like all the rest would, that she was somewhere tucked away in a corner of the world where she was resigned to her ruin.

Somehow, that thought made him feel worse than his near vow to avenge her honor.