Tavern Wench

War had been a part of life for Evelyn, though the most she had seen of it was the occasional patrol of knights. She and her parents kept a modest inn in the northeastern part of the country.

The building was big enough for two wooden tables, each with two benches, and a small kitchen. A drop ladder would lead to the family’s living area and beds. Evelyn, an auburn-haired beauty of sixteen, would serve the tables while her mother cooked and her father kept the troublemakers from ruining any property. It was a peaceful life the girl took for granted.

A beautiful sunny day in late spring is when the invading army came to Evelyn’s corner of peace. Mother sent her outside to fetch more wood for the stove when Evelyn lifted her eyes to the horizon.

She saw their cloud of dust before she heard them, marching along with their heavy armor. She watched how it progressed, and concluded they would go right past her family’s inn. She was correct, but the invaders had sent out scout patrols along it’s flanks, and one patrol was on their way.

Evelyn stoked the fire and returned to the dining area with two bowls of stew for the patron and his son, a farmer Evelyn had known since her birth. The son, a few years older, shyly smiled at her as she walked away. Evelyn found herself blushing. She busied herself with sweeping.

The thunder of hooves was the first thing she noticed. Moments later, the tavern door was shoved open and in flooded men in armor and leather, slashing and hacking at the two lone patrons. Evelyn had time enough to scream as the two were cut down before one of the men, helmet-less and black bearded, grabbed her by the arms.

He laughed as she squirmed, and wrapped an arm around her thin waist. A comment in their gutteral tongue brought a chorus of laughter. The man cupped a breast and leaned in to smell her hair. Evelyn whimpered and began to cry, raising another round of jeering laughter.

In the back, she heard her mother scream before being thrown onto the floor and mounted by an invader. Her father charged forward with a cleaver raised, only to be cut down by a lazy sword stroke. Evelyn wailed.

The bearded man effortlessly lifted her by her waist and carried her to the same table where the boy and his father were cut down. Throwing her on her back, she felt the warm blood through her woolen gown. Another invader stood at the opposite end of the table and held her arms above her head.

Evelyn whimpered, “no, no, please, no.”

Bearded Man lifted her skirts to her waist, casually, and positioned himself between soft thighs. Her sex tingled at being exposed and eyed by these men. Evelyn could only redden. She tried to close her legs, clamping them on his hips. He groaned and caressed them, gentle for only a moment. He let a large glob of spit fall from his lips to the bulbous head of his cock and then pressed against her sweet entrance.

He knew beforehand she was still a maiden, and the thought made him moan aloud as he shoved himself into her and felt her maidenhead give way. The cries and screams of the girl excited him more. He grasped her hips and pumped into her, merciless.

The girl sobbed and screamed, straining against the unmoving, calloused hands that held her wrists. The old and worn tavern table scraped and scratched at her back of porcelain skin as the foreign invader slammed into that slick hole between her thighs.

The girl’s eyes sent streams of tears down her flushed cheeks. She stared at the wooden ceiling beams, refusing to look at what he was doing to her, as if that could make her ignore the sharp pain from his forced entry. She also refused to look at the line of men forming behind her current rider.

“Please, please…” She choked between her sobs. A burning sensation was building inside her stomach, and the trespassing cock continued to add to it with each deep thrust.

He only grunted in response and began to fuck her harder, slamming into her with increasing urgency. The man said something in his gutteral language and made a final thrust into her warmth, where he exploded.

His hot cum spurting into her womb pushed the girl over the edge, where she finally allowed a sorrowful moan to mark her orgasm. Mercifully, he pulled out of her at last, slapping her thigh as he laughed at her climax.

The girl pulled her gaze from the ceiling and looked up at the Brute holding her wrists. A second man entered her then, hard and deep. She screamed a long moan. He was larger than her first violator.

Evelyn screamed, his massive cock stretching her further. Pulling a dirk from his belt, he sliced her dress down to her navel to expose two perfectly full breasts. The beast watched her breasts bounce while he took her. He glanced down to watch his member disappear into her tight, hot cunt. He growled low, his pleasure Rising, and began to fuck her like a rutting animal. His hands lifted her legs by the knees and pressed them back, opening her more.

Her screaming of terror faded to loud moans of pleasure as the relentless assault caused blinding lights to flash in her eyes. The Animal between her legs began to grunt and groan, and she could feel him getting nearer.

The thought of him filling her womb pushed her over the edge into orgasm. The man inside her shoved inside once more, deep and hard, and let her convulsing cunt milk him. Satisfied, he dropped her legs and pulled out of her, spitting on her chest before walking away.

She lay there, panting and sore and used. Evelyn thought she was done since no one immediately entered her, but was wrong. The Brute holding her released her wrists, knowing she couldn’t move without pain, and came around to the other end of the table.

He grabbed her by the hair and made her turn onto her stomach. The Brute smeared the others’ cum on his cockhead and pushed himself into her. He laid over her, thrusting in short, hard movements. Evelyn gritted her teeth. The Brute kept hold of her hair, yanking Evelyn onto his cock with it. He was quick in his breeding, and dismounted her while she stayed bent over the table.

Evelyn sighed and closed her eyes, letting her body go limp as the next man mounted her.

He placed his large hand over her throat and squeezed. Evelyn, panicking, kicked and thrashed her hips as she choked. The beast inside of her threw back his head, and pounding into her faster, roared his orgasm.

Allowed to breathe again, she gulped air gratefully. Her thighs were chaffing from their armor, her sex was raw and used. Still, a third Man lifted her knees and entered her, though his cock was much smaller than the other two. Evelyn let her eyes close, praying to her gods for them to finish quickly.

Three more men had her before the one holding her to the table had his turn. This man flipped her on her stomach, and took her from behind. No one held her now, Evelyn had resolved to let them use her. She didn’t even cry anymore.

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