Kingdom of Lust and Lies

Chapter Twenty Five

Alayna was given a full week to rest and recover.

'Rest' being a relative term, because Xanth insisted she tend to his needs. He made it plain he was taking her gently because he knew she needed to regain her strength, like he was doing her some sort of kindness. She hadn't seen Beckett since the soldiers had pried her weak grip off his leather armor and led him away.

At the end of the week, he came into her room bright and early, Madam Dolanus on his heels, and announced that she was to have a full examination. When it was over, the woman declared she was fully recovered.

"I see no lingering effects of her semi-conscious state, but I must advise against this, my lord," Dolanus said. "It's too soon-"

"Can she withstand it?"

Alayna arched a brow. What fresh hell did he have in store for her this time?

"Yes, but-"

"That's all I need from you. You're dismissed."

Madam Dolanus sucked in a breath, but held whatever words were on the tip of her tongue. She shot Alayna what might have been an apologetic look before leaving. Between that look and Gier's words the night of the party, Alayna was beginning to suspect not everyone here was happy with their master.

"I'm afraid to ask," Alayna said when they were alone, "what it is I'm supposed to be withstanding."

"Your punishment. For killing one of the twins."

She felt her stomach drop. He must have seen the way her face paled, because he hurried on. "Not the dungeon. I understand now that isn't the avenue to take when punishing you. But I still have to ensure you never repeat that foolishness and have had to get creative."

Alayna pushed her shoulders back, head held high. She didn't regret what she'd done, not even when the door to the dungeon had closed, sealing her in total darkness. To save their lives, she would endure.

He presented her with a glass vial.

"I've already had my daily potion," she told him.

"Trust me, you'll need a second one."

With a sigh, Alayna took the vial from him and downed the contents in one gulp, only to find him holding out another. She recognized it immediately, but resisted the urge to ask why he was giving her a contraceptive. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her dread. She took it from him and downed it, as well.

"Very good. Get your slippers and follow me."

She expected him to take her to the training room or the entertainment room, but they took a different turn, one she now knew would take them to the ground floor of the castle. Normally when he brought her this far down he allowed her regular clothes, not the nearly transparent silk she was currently wearing.

That feeling of dread increased as they left the castle and headed in the direction of the barracks. She heard the sound of swords clanging together and men shouting long before they entered through the gate, into the training field.

As soon as they realized their master walked among them, the fighting slowly died away, replaced by the creaking of worn leather as they all bowed at the waist. He didn't speak as he led her further onto the field, towards a wooden structure that looked newly constructed.

Alayna's steps faltered when she realized it was a stockade.

As they drew closer, she could see it looked like a regular stockade, but a small, cushioned pad had been set up just behind it, slightly lower. A tent had been erected a few feet away, a man dressed in servant's clothes lounging inside the open doorway.

"Rise." Xanth's words were accompanied by a brief shuffle as his soldiers obeyed, more sets of eyes than she could count settling on her. She fought the urge to step behind him, to shield her nearly naked form from their prying eyes.

"You've all served me faithfully over these long years, fighting to retake a place that isn't your home, that you've never seen." He didn't raise his voice, forcing them all to be silent and strain to hear what he was saying. "In return, I provide you with food, shelter, a safe haven for your families. But today, I want to give you more."

Oh fuck.

He turned to her, his smile benevolent despite the gleam of cruelty in his eyes. "This is Alayna. Out of all my pets, she is by far my favorite. Today, however, she'll be your pet."

A murmur of excitement swept the crowd. Xanth waited for it to subside before he spoke to her. "Pet. Remove your silks."

He watched her face carefully, looking for any sign of hesitation or fear. Alayna didn't give it to him, careful to keep her expression neutral as she slowly removed the silk. It pooled on the ground at her feet, her body fully exposed to all those heavy gazes. He took her hand and instructed her to bend over the padded seat. It rested against her hips, keeping her bare backside in the air as she placed her hands and head in the half-moon openings of the stockade. Xanth reached over to close it, trapping her inside as he locked it in place. He walked around to stand next to her head.

"I know you're all very eager to experience Alayna's charms for yourselves, so I won't keep you long. However, I feel there is one man who should be allowed to go first, a man whose bravery on the battlefield knows no equal. A man you've all come to admire and trust."

Please not Bast, please not Bast...

"Could you come up here... Beckett?"

Alayna stiffened. She'd thought not seeing Beckett meant he was on the battlefield again, but apparently Xanth had just been keeping him away from her.

There was movement as the soldiers parted to allow Beckett to pass. Alayna turned her head to watch him, his face expressionless except for that telltale muscle ticking in his jaw, betraying his fury. He walked up to Xanth, hands clenched at his sides.

"Don't do this," Beckett said in a low tone.

Xanth's brows rose. "Don't reward you for a job well done? Don't reward them? I think they might take issue with that."

Xanth turned, addressing the crowd once more. "Once Beckett has had his turn, you're free to use her as you wish. But only after Beckett has finished, as a reward for his service." His voice lowered so that only Beckett and Alayna could hear him. "Let me make one thing clear: I'm allowing you the use of her mouth only. That servant in the tent is there to ensure all of my commands are carried out, so don't think to defy me."

He clapped Beckett on the shoulder and smiled at the soldiers. "I'll leave you to it, then." Xanth started to walk away, then stopped. "Oh my, I almost forgot. Beckett, be helpful and insert this into her ass first. I want it to remain there the entire time."

Alayna craned her neck, watching Xanth pull out something that looked similar to the fake cock, though it had no straps or buckles. Her face went pale as he passed the object to Beckett.

"I'm sure you remember how tight her ass is, so I'd make sure it's nice and wet before you put it in. Unfortunately, I seem to have left the oil. You'll just have to moisten it in her pussy first."

Xanth walked away, leaving Beckett trembling with rage. She could see it in the lines of his face, the hard set of his jaw.

"Alayna..."

"Just do it," she said, voice soft, aware of all the men watching them. "He'll punish you if you don't."

"I can't do this to you."

"You have to." She took a deep breath. "Please. If you go slow, it won't hurt. The... the aphrodisiac potion he gave me is starting to take effect. I need to cum."

It wasn't entirely a lie. She could already feel the intense ache, the need for release. And if that made him feel better about the ordeal, then so be it.

"I'll be as gentle as I can. I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to apologize for. This is on him," she said, repeating the words he'd once spoken to her.

Beckett moved behind her. Alayna tuned out the voices of the other soldiers that started as soon as Xanth left the barracks. Beckett placed a comforting hand on her lower back, then she felt the cold touch of the fake cock as he rubbed it up and down her bare pussy, coating it in her moisture.

"I'm going to slide it in now. Spread your legs for me."

She spread her legs. "I'm ready."

He pressed the tip against her entrance, then slowly pushed. Alayna forced herself to relax as it spread her. Beckett paused every so often, allowing her body to adjust to the girth. Pleasure bloomed through her the deeper it went and she swore she could hear Beckett's breathing deepen.

"What happened?" he asked, careful to keep his voice low so they weren't overheard. "To make you kill that man?"

"Mm..." she couldn't stop the little moan. "Coen. He was... delirious. Didn't know what he was saying." It stopped moving and Alayna realized she'd taken it all. "He told me you had a plan to get us all out. Vaughn heard him."

Beckett released a breath. "And you had to kill him to stop him from telling Xanth."

"Yes." The fake cock buried inside her felt so good, but it wasn't enough. "Please, Beckett. I need you to make me cum."

He answered her with a low growl, his voice taking on that husky tone when he was aroused. "I wish you were saying that me under better circumstances."

"So do I."

He withdrew the cock from her pussy. Alayna moaned again. Beckett guided it back inside her, faster this time.

"Oh gods," she whimpered, trying to push her hips back.

"Does that feel good?" he asked, withdrawing it once more.

"Yes."

He began a steady rhythm, fucking her slowly on the fake cock. Alayna didn't try to hide her moans.

"Mmph, fuck. Your pussy is so wet." He picked up speed, shoving it inside her a little harder. His free hand ran up and down her backside, caressing it.

"Ah... ah..." Her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to grasp that pleasure and hold on to it, but he was still moving too slow. It took her a moment to realize he was intentionally drawing it out. "B-Beckett, please! I need it!"

With another low growl, he began fucking her with the fake cock harder, faster, until her pussy made obscenely wet sounds. Alayna's hips jerked of their own accord, her lips parting so she could cry out as that orgasm broke over her. Beckett was breathing hard as he fucked her through her climax, her pussy squeezing tightly. He kept moving it inside her even after her tremors died away.

"You have to... put it in my ass now," she gasped.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Better you than someone else." She forced herself to stop her hips from writhing. "Please. I want you to."

He slowly withdrew it from her pussy. Alayna wanted nothing more than for him to shove it back inside or to replace it with his cock, but she knew Xanth would hurt him if he didn't follow orders. So when she felt the tip pressing against the tight hole of her ass, Alayna didn't struggle. He went just as slowly as he did with her pussy, not forcing her to take more until after her body had time to adjust. The moisture from her pussy helped ease its passage, but it was still a far cry from comfortable.

"Oh.. ah.. ah... mmph." She tried to muffle the sounds she was making, but it was no use. As if sensing her discomfort, Beckett slid a hand between her thighs and stroked her clit, the same way he did when he'd taken her ass before.

Pleasure overrode the discomfort, helping her relax. The fake cock slipped further inside until it stopped.

"It's in."

"Thank you."

He moved around the stockade to stand next to her head. Alayna could see his erection straining against his breeches.

"If I don't take your mouth, they can't touch you," he mused softly.

"He's trying to drive a wedge between either you and them or us. If you use my mouth, I'm supposed to believe you only value your pleasure. If you don't, the soldiers will resent you for it."

"You're right. Fuck, Alayna, I don't want them to touch you."

"I know." Her smile didn't quite reach her eyes. "But we don't have a choice. And besides, I... I want to taste you."

He cursed under his breath, reaching out to stroke her face. She watched as he began to unlace his breeches, fingers working so slowly.

"Beckett?"

"Yes?"

She looked up at him from an awkward angle, noting the concern for her on his face. "When you're finished, I need you to leave."

The fingers untying his laces paused. "What?"

"I don't want you to see me like this. The wizards were bad enough."

"Nothing he does will change the way I think of you. Nothing, Alayna."

She forced herself to smile. "I hope it doesn't, but it will be easier for me if you aren't here."

"If that's what you want."

He hesitated for a moment, as though willing her to change her mind. When she didn't, he resumed unlacing his breeches. His cock sprang free, a bead of precum glistening on the tip. Alayna couldn't help herself. Her tongue snaked out, licking away that drop.

"Fuck," he hissed, his cock visibly pulsing with arousal.

Alayna savored the taste, beckoning him closer with an open, ready mouth. With a low growl, he fisted his length and fed her the tip. Alayna closed her lips around it and sucked gently. She heard him exhale a long, slow breath and looked up to find him staring at her, arousal making his eyes appear darker. Gods, that look on his face, like he was barely controlling the urge to ravish her, never failed to make her shiver. She used her tongue to tease the sensitive undersides just below the crown. His hand slammed down on the top of the stockade, squeezing it so hard she heard wood groan.

"Fuck, woman, are you trying to make me cum already?" His hips jerked slightly, feeding a little more into her mouth.

She clamped down firmly with her lips and sucked hard so he wouldn't pull it away. Beckett groaned.

"Greedy little thing, aren't you?" The growl in his voice made her clit throb. "Damn it, I'm trying to be gentle."

She gave him a look that said she didn't want gentle. He responded by giving her more of that thick length. He released his hold on his cock and slid his hand into her hair, fingers curling into a fist around it. Alayna moaned at the slight pulling sensation, the sound vibrating against his cock.

"F-fuck." He was breathing harder now, watching his length disappear between her lips. "I don't want to hurt you. Ease off a bit."

She responded by running the tip of her tongue along the line of the vein beneath his cock.

"Uuhh! Alayna! I can't..." His muscled body trembled as he wrestled for control. "I'm sorry."

His grip on her hair tightened a moment before he slammed his entire length down her throat.

He gagged her on it, making her eyes water, but she met his gaze anyway, giving him a look she knew he could decipher. She wanted more, badly. With a growled curse, Beckett began fucking her mouth, his girth completely filling her throat. Alayna moaned every time he withdrew to let him know it was okay, she wanted this. His eyes flitted between hers and watching his cock disappear between her lips on every hard thrust.

"Uhn... fuck... nngh..." His own sounds of pleasure only heightened hers.

Gods, she wished her hands were free so she could make herself cum while he throat-fucked her. She wanted it so badly her clit throbbed, ass clenching around the fake cock buried inside her. She was drowning in need, with no way to relieve it.

As if he could read it on her face, he pulled her hair harder and said, "Cum, Fox."

To her utter shock, she did. She'd thought only Xanth could command her body with those two words, but her body responded just as much, if not more, to Beckett's command. He choked off her cries with his thick cock as her hips rocked against the cushioned pedestal, making it wobble. Alayna's eyes unfocused as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through her.

"Can't... last..." His brows knitted tightly together in the effort to prolong his pleasure, clearly fighting it with everything he had. "FUCK!"

He buried his cock down her throat and held it there for one long moment. She felt it pulse, then felt the rush of seed as he came hard. He kept himself buried there, ropes of hot cum sliding down her throat. There was so much more than she expected, she worried for a moment that she might drown in it. But then he pulled back, leaving only the tip between her lips as his seed filled her mouth. She drank from him greedily, then sucked hard to pull the last little bit from his body.

"Uhn!" His knees nearly gave out at that last pull, both hands now gripping the stockade to keep his balance. He remained standing there for several minutes, struggling to catch his breath. Alayna tongued the tip of his cock, eliciting shivers from his big frame.

He pulled his cock from her mouth, his length still rock hard.

"If you need me, just call out. I'll cut down every bastard here and damn the consequences."

She knew he would do it, too. And that was exactly why she knew she wouldn't call out for him, no matter how bad it got.

In keeping with his promise, he laced his breeches back up and, with a final look, turned and walked away. Alayna released a breath, relieved he wouldn't witness this latest depravity. Now that he was gone, she could hear the soldiers talking, debating who would be next, discussing if this was perhaps some kind of test and maybe they shouldn't have a go at her.

The lure of a naked woman meant to service them proved too great for one. She heard steps come up behind her and then, without warning, abruptly had two fingers shoved inside her pussy. Alayna gasped, her body struggling to accommodate them.

"Fuckin' hell, you're tight," the faceless soldier said and began roughly, carelessly finger-fucking her.

Alayna forced herself to relax, knowing no amount of struggling, of protest, would make this stop. Instead, she gave herself over to the pleasure, though his fingers weren't as skilled as she would have liked. It didn't take him long to grow bored and remove his fingers. After a brief period spent fumbling with his breeches, he aligned his cock with her entrance and shoved inside her hard. It was much smaller than what she'd grown accustomed to and didn't quite reach the spot she needed it to hit.

That didn't seem to bother him as he gripped her hips and proceeded to fuck her. There was a faint stirring of pleasure as his heavy sac slapped against her clit, thought it wasn't nearly enough to bring her to the edge. He only lasted a few hard pumps before he grunted and pulled out of her, his seed spilling onto the grass next to them.

She heard him walk away, leaving her there, her needs unfulfilled. The other soldiers didn't approach her immediately, as though waiting to see if anything would happen to the man who first fucked her pussy. When it became apparent nothing terrible would happen, another soldier stepped up to take his place. Alayna could hear him breathing hard already. He used one foot to kick her legs wider.

"Ah!" His cock stretched her open forcefully, plunging deep. He grunted, straining hard to push past her tight walls. The moment he seated himself to the hilt, he pulled out and then thrust back into her hard enough to rock her forward on the pedestal, her breasts swinging.

He settled into a steady rhythm of pulling back until only the tip of his cock was left inside her, then surging forward with all his might. The force of his thrusts jostled the fake cock inside her ass, pushing it deeper inside her each time. Despite the brutality of it, Alayna came quickly. The grip of her pussy on his cock proved too much. He came inside her with a harsh bellow, still trying to pump his cock in and out of her pussy.

He pulled out before she'd finished climaxing, her pussy clenching around empty space, the orgasm leaving her oddly unfulfilled. She didn't have to wait long before another man took his place, his cock invading her just as the last of her tremors subsided. This one also set a hard pace, driving the fake cock into her ass with the pounding of his hips against her. Alayna didn't bother to hide her cries of pleasure. As degrading as it was to be fucked by strange men, there was no ignoring how good it felt to have both her pussy and ass filled at the same time.

He fucked her steadily, making her ass bounce on each hard thrust. Without warning, his hand landed heavily on her backside, making her jerk at the stinging pain. He must have liked how that made her move, because he repeated the action on the other side, harder this time. The involuntary little sound she made spurred him on to do it again, until he was spanking both sides of her ass in quick succession. Arousal built inside her, the pain driving her closer and closer to orgasm. To her shame, she found herself hoping he could hold out until she came, that he could last through her orgasm so she wasn't left feeling empty like the last one. She was so fucking close, just a little more, just a little harder...

With a yell, he pulled out and came on her exposed back, his seed hot against her skin. Alayna cried out in dismay, unable to stop herself as she was left wanting yet again. The cock buried her ass couldn't provide enough stimulation to give her that final little push.

Calloused fingers gripped her chin hard, forcing her head up. Her vision was immediately filled with a thick, hard cock.

"Open, bitch," the man grunted, the head of it pressing insistently against her lips. Alayna automatically opened her mouth and quickly found herself choking on it as he fed her the entire length in one strong thrust. He gripped her head in both hands to keep her still, using his hips to drive his cock in and out of her throat.

Alayna gagged around it, her eyes watering with each deep thrust. The spasming muscles in her throat working around him made his thrusts that much more frenzied, his grunts harsh and short. The secret, shameful part of her that enjoyed being throat-fucked had her pussy aching. He exploded in her throat without warning while still thrusting, cum spraying down her throat and filling her mouth as he moaned through it. Alayna had no choice but to swallow what he gave her.

She was barely given time to catch her breath before another man moved to take his place and began to fuck her mouth enthusiastically. She was so focused on trying to breathe between thrusts that she didn't even realize someone had stepped up behind her, not until he slammed his cock home inside her pussy. He was so large, his thrust so hard that she yelped, though the sound was quickly cut off by the cock in her throat.

They fucked her independently from each other, the one behind her gripping her hips to pull her back while the one in front of her held her head to pull her forward, fighting for control of her body. Alayna, all her holes filled and fucked, could only let them take what they wanted from her. When she finally came, it slammed through her so hard she thought she might pass out from the force of it. Her cries were silenced by the cock in her mouth while her pussy gripped the man railing her from behind hard. He struggled with her clenching walls, but never gave up trying to thrust inside her.

The man fucking her face came first, nearly drowning her in his cum. She struggled to swallow it all while still getting fucked from behind. Once the man in front of her finished cumming in her mouth, he moved away. Alayna had time to take two gasping breaths before she climaxed again, her moans filling the training yard. While her mouth hung open on her moans, another cock was abruptly shoved inside it.

The man pounding away behind her suddenly gripped her plump backside hard, his fingers digging cruelly into her flesh. He thrust his full length back inside her so hard it felt like he was trying to push through directly into her womb. She felt his cock spasm inside her once before he began painting her insides with cum.

Her pussy was left empty for only a few heartbeats before it was immediately filled again. This man leaned over her, hands cupping her breasts so he could pinch and twist her nipples while he fucked her. The sensation sent her straight into another orgasm, which triggered his own. At the same time, the man who had been using her mouth shouted as he came. She was flooded with cum from both sides as her own body shook and trembled.

Once they pulled out of her and walked away, Alayna expected to be filled once more, yet nothing happened. She looked over, her face going pale when she saw the number of men gathered around, some of them with their cocks already out.

Movement from her other side caught her attention and she immediately opened her mouth, expecting another cock. Instead, cool, sweet water kissed her lips as a ladle was pressed to her mouth. She didn't question it, just drank deeply before it was taken away.

"A moment, sirs, and then you can have your turns." She realized it was the servant from the tent speaking, that he was the one to give her a drink. "Master Xanth's orders that she be cleaned off periodically."

Cleaned of all the cum that had been unloaded on and inside of her. She realized she could feel it drying on her exposed back, on her calves and dripping down her thighs from her pussy. She couldn't recall how many men had used her so far. Nor could she count how many men were still waiting. Alayna looked away, not wanting to see their faces. Xanth often assigned men from the barracks guard duty and she didn't want to know if tomorrow's guard had fucked her or not.

With her limited field of view, she couldn't see what the servant was doing, but suddenly cold water was splashed across her heated skin, making her yelp. He must have doused her in a full bucket of water. A few moments later, she felt a wet cloth being rubbed against her ankles and calves. Up to her knees, then her thighs and across her backside. The servant was gentle and slow with his ministrations... almost like a caress.

The cloth pressed between her thighs, the water cold on her exposed pussy. He cleaned her thoroughly, the occasional sounds of the cloth being rinsed in a bucket reaching her ears. The cloth pressed right up against her clit, making her gasp as he rubbed her there. She expected him to make only a few quick passes to ensure she was clean, but he kept rubbing, increasing the pressure.

"Ahn... s-stop..." Her protest came out weak.

"Shh, I'm just cleaning you. That's what he said to do, so that's what I'm doing. I can't help it if you like it."

He pressed harder. Alayna bit back a moan, the cloth feeling rough against her sensitive clit. Unbidden, her hips began to rock.

"Hold still." He placed a hand against the small of her back as if to keep her in place, but she felt sudden pressure against the cock in her ass, driving it deeper.

"Ah... mmn.... Ah!" She couldn't stop the sounds she made as he rubbed the cloth against her faster, harder.

"Yes, that's right," his voice had turned husky. "Just a little more and you'll be all cleaned up... Mm, fuck..."

The cloth fell away slightly. He still held it to make it look like he was cleaning her, but those were his bare fingers on her clit, stroking her hard. Alayna tried to fight it, didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but she had no means to escape his touch.

"Ooh... Oh fuck!" She came, unwillingly grinding herself against his fingers while his breathing turned harsh, erratic.

"Yes," he hissed low. "Fucking whore."

He didn't stop stroking her even as her orgasm faded. The rough treatment on her clit coupled with the cock in her ass had her recovering quickly, body already burning with need for another. Around them, she could hear soldiers voicing their disapproval, telling him to hurry up so they could have a turn.

When he could no longer ignore their protests, he stopped stroking her. "There you go, you bunch of barbarians. She's yours again."

She could hear water sloshing as he gathered up the cloth and bucket and walked away. Alayna tried to calm her breathing, to pull herself back from the edge, but she could already hear someone moving up behind her. A thick cockhead nudged at her entrance, wet with her arousal and the water dripping from her naked body. The solider grunted as he fed inch after thick inch into her pussy, struggling to make her walls stretch. He was thick and large enough that she knew her needs would be met with just a few hard thrusts.

But once he'd seated himself fully inside her, he didn't move again. Alayna waited, her pussy stretched wide around him. Nothing happened.

"Do you want to cum, bitch?"

She pressed her lips tightly together.

"I said do you want to cum?" He slapped her ass hard.

Alayna gritted her teeth against the pain. "Nn... yes."

"Louder. Do you want to cum?"

"Yes!"

"Then fucking work for it." He slapped her ass again, in the exact same spot.

She realized he wanted her to do the work, to fuck herself on his thick cock. Resigned to her fate, knowing she really didn't have a choice, Alayna adjusted her feet and began to move against him. This position was so awkward she had a hard time adjusting, her movements limited. He pulled out slightly, allowing her more room. Slowly, Alayna began to fuck herself on him.

She wanted to go fast, to hurry up and reach her orgasm and hopefully make him reach his, but she was so restricted in this position. She was finally able to settle into a steady rhythm, but it was so slow. Her arousal built steadily.

"Yeah, move your hips, bitch. That's it. You like fucking yourself on my cock? That's a good little slut."

He spanked her again, making her moan. The man made no movement whatsoever, remaining perfectly still as she struggled to move her hips. The pleasure built so slowly she wanted to scream.

The option to scream was soon taken away from her as she was presented with another cock to suck. The force with which he took her mouth helped to push her back on the cock in her pussy, though she still had to rock her hips to feel any meaningful pleasure. The man in her mouth finished quickly and was just as quickly replaced, like the soldiers couldn't be bothered to wait for the man in her pussy to finish.

He seemed to enjoy watching her struggle, his grunts and groans reaching her ears. Or perhaps those noises came from the man buried in her throat. It was so hard to tell anymore. Alayna serviced that cock and another by the time she'd worked herself up enough that she could feel an orgasm approaching.

It came on so strong that her knees gave out just as another man stepped forward to use her mouth. Alayna screamed from the force of it, the man behind her yelling as well as her pussy clenched around him. The man in front of her impatiently slapped his cock against her face, unable to get a good angle on her mouth. Through the haze of pleasure, she tried to wrap her lips around it, but she didn't have enough control of her body to do so as the orgasm pounded through her.

The soldier behind her grabbed her hips and proceeded to fuck her so hard she thought the stockade might break. The one in front of her finally grew tired of all her thrashing and gripped her hair hard, forcing her head up so he could ram his cock down her throat.

Time passed in a blur after that. There was always a cock ready to claim one of her holes, no more than a few seconds passing until she was filled again. Most of them came down her throat or in her pussy, though some pulled out so they could paint her face, her back, her ass or legs. Some even stumbled around beside her so they could cum on her swinging breasts. It only stopped when the servant deepened it was time to clean her again, which would result in buckets of water being dumped over her body and a washcloth being rubbed intimately against her clit.

It wasn't until the sun began to fade from the sky that Geir was sent to fetch her. Many soldiers protested as he unlocked the stockade, but he ignored it with a stoic, almost bored expression. The silks she'd worn into the training yard had become a victim of water and cum, too far gone to be salvaged, so he instead draped his cloak over her body and helped her stand. All her muscles screamed in protest after having been forced into one position for so long, but she still shook her head when he started to pick her up.

"I'll walk," she rasped, her throat destroyed from having so many cocks shoved down it.

The long cloak hid her shaking knees. Her steps were slow and uncertain, legs wobbling as if they would give out at any moment. Beneath the heavy folds of the cloak, Geir lent her his arm and she leaned heavily on it.

But Alayna left the training yard on her own two feet, with her head held high. Because despite the dungeon and the humiliation of the stockade, she still didn't regret killing Vaughn to save her friends.