As the sun begins to rise, Yissan Frostenhart looks out the entrance of the wagon, feeling the cool early morning air on her face. She'd been hardly able to sleep at all, the night spent instead dealing with the raging worries of what her newfound home shall be like…she knows deep inside that all these worried thoughts are a lie, an attempt to escape from a worthless truth. Simply put, she is bored with life. Anything of any vague interest quickly leaves her behind, and the hole she is left with is quickly filled with one of her father's many friend's cocks. He enjoyed giving away his daughter to the highest bidder, but after fucking her and seeing her bored face, she was always brought back.
Her father may be annoyed with her over this reality, but she has no intention of doing anything like blaming herself. It's just a fact of her life that shall remain unchanged, no matter what. Life will always be boring. As she thinks this once more, she realizes that the wagon has stopped. Groaning, she goes to the front to see what's wrong, but is soon met by the head of her driver. His throat sends blood down the wagon, soaking her dress in the red liquid. She holds her breath, pushing herself into the back of the wagon. A silence overcomes the night as she waits. When everything seems calm, she begins to lower feet out of the wagon. That's when a hand reaches out, grabbing onto her foot and pulling her out. Her face slams against the ground. She can feel strong hands tearing at her dress and attempting to feel her up. Reaching out, she grabs onto a rock and smashes it against the assaulter's head.
As the person lays on the ground, Yissan smashes them in the head, again and again. Her breathing turns ragged as the sounds of a man's gargled screams fill up her mind. She can only relax once she sees the man has stopped moving. Taking a deep breath, she moves back, when she feels someone's hand's wrap around her. A fear overwhelms her, as her boring life comes to an end forever.
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Watching the bartender fill up a mug, Decam begins to wonder if god is watching over him. The thought seems silly to him at first, but as time passes by, he starts to consider it more and more. Well, whether it's god or the devil, he has to thank them. Otherwise, he'd still be a king's dead son in a prison deep below. He shudders at the memory. Months he had spent, alone in the dark, cold stone fortress. Now though…now he's been given another chance. To do what though? He considers it as he drinks. He didn't have his memories at the start. It, in truth, wasn't until his 17th birthday, i.e, today, that they all came flooding back. That disgusted nostalgia mixes with the pleasant memories of being a nobody in this peaceful village to create a brooding pleasure.
Whatever, for the time being, he relaxes in his seat. God or the devil, thanks for a good new life.
It's as such a thought comes to his mind that Old Man Hiralk comes charging through the bar doors. Panting and wheezing, he seems like he's seen some wild ass shit. Decam watches as one of the other patrons comes to his aid, handing him a drink to steady his nerves. Once the man is centered, he gives everyone there something bizarre to chew on.
"Abandoned wagon…out on the road…just down from here." Hiralk explains, still panting. Intrigued, Decam stands up to join the conversation.
"Did you see any signs of a struggle?"
"I found the driver's head." The whole bar falls silent at Hiralk's words.
Now, things have gotten really interesting.
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In a shack in the woods, Yissan's clothes are torn apart. Watching in silence, her captor's cock glides its way across her exposed crotch, the man giggling as his hands begin exploring Yissan's body.
"Lithan, hurry up, I wanna fuck the bitch next." Another man says from elsewhere in the room. The man addressed as Lithan nods his head before unexpectedly shoving his cock inside her. Yissan screams, as a feeling of sharp pain explodes inside her before an unexpected throbbing pleasure soars through her. Any words she could think to say are interrupted by the feelings of being violently fucked by her captor.
"Ugh…that's it, I'm taking her mouth." The other voice appears before Yissan's blushing face as it messes with its pants, pulling them down to reveal another large, erect penis. Forcing her mouth open, the other man shoves his cock down her throat, forcing her to choke on it. "Ngh, fuck, this whore girl's body is incredible. Thank god you didn't fucking kill her Lithian." The other man moans, grabbing onto her soft tits and squeezing hard. "I'm already so fucking close, jesus~!" With that said, the man releases a large amount of cum down her throat.
"Lithian, hold the bitch up for me." The voice demands. Lithian does as he's told, grabbing onto Yissan and holding her against him, ramming his cock inside her while standing. Unable to see, Yissan attempts to take a look at what's behind her, but she's punished with a smack on the ass, making her yelp. The other man then places his hands on her ass, and shoves his cock inside. Yissan groans as both her holes are fucked without care or compassion, leaving her to acknowledge herself as the bitch she is. The house is filled with the sounds of a new whore's moans as her two pleasure givers ram their cocks inside her again and again. So close to cumming. She can feel their cocks pulsing. With a grunt, she kisses the man in front of her, ready to be filled to the brim. And so, she is, cum filling up her ass and womb as the two men, eager to keep the night going, laugh gently.
Yissan's boring life has come to an end.