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Dorothea can’t help but groan, once she gets a look at the assignments for the week. It’s bad enough that the students at Garreg Mach are expected to team up for these kinds of chores… but she really can’t stand when she ends up on stable duty. She is not the biggest fan of horses, even less so when she has to work so close to them and end up cleaning up after them… ugh. She doesn’t even know the student she’s assigned to work with, either. He must be from another year, or another class… either way, she has to try and come up with some way out of this.

She knows that Byleth would likely chew her out for trying to shirk her duties, and she doesn’t really care. She’s not about to get messy doing such a dirty job, and people should be allowed to opt out of this kind of work if it doesn’t suit them. Sure, that wouldn’t really make sense for an army… but a lot of the students at the Officer’s Academy aren’t going to actually go on to fight in a war… right? And even if they did, wouldn’t there be some who were above this kind of work? Dorothea can’t imagine Manuela stooping so low, she knows the former diva would fine some creative way out of this.

So who can blame her, another former diva, for wanting to find some other way to get this done without getting her own hands dirty? It sounds like something that lazy Goneril girl might do, but Dorothea can’t deny she has the right idea about some things. She just has to think of the best way to do this…

~X~

“Mm, did you see the assignments for this week?” Dorothea asks, once she manages to track down her partner. The way he glances down as soon as she approaches, clearly taking the chance to get a look at her cleavage, is an annoying if a bit welcome sign. Dorothea might not enjoy the way some men look at her, like she’s something to be conquered, claimed… but… when she’s going to make an offer to get herself out of some work, she doesn’t really mind so much. At least it means he’s going to take the bait, most likely.

Besides, she’s the one who fluffed her chest up a bit before walking up to him… she doesn’t think anyone noticed her pushing her breasts up a bit, making her cleavage even more appealing than it usually is. If they did, well, she’s sure they’ll talk, but she doesn’t really mind what these annoying nobles might think of her. She’s here for one reason, and one reason only. It’s a chance at a better life, something Dorothea isn’t always sure she deserves. Those doubts aren’t strong enough to make her stop, of course, even if it means she’s doing even more to wonder if she’s making the right choice.

“Yeah, you and me are on the stables, right?” her fellow student asks, his gaze finally working back up to her face.

“Ah, good, so I don’t have to break the bad news,” she says, sighing. “Stable duty is the worst, isn’t it?”

“Oh, I mean, it’s not great but it’s not the worst thing in the world,” the student says, shrugging. “Someone has to take care of the horses, we owe them a lot, you know?”

Seems like a sucker, Dorothea thinks to herself.

“You must be pretty good at the work, then? I know I’d just be more of a burden than anything else…” she says, shaking her head. “I don’t want to get in the way.”

“You’re not trying to get out of your chores, are you? The stables are pretty big for one person to handle,” he says, crossing his arms. “And I had some other girl try this last month. She just batted her lashes, and tried to butter me up… I ended up doing it, and didn’t get a thing out of it! But I guess she does come from a pretty good family, so it’s not like I would have the status to do anything about it…”

Dorothea can only wonder who that was. She has a pretty good guess.

“Is that right?” Dorothea says, pretending to be scandalized. “That’s just horrible! Someone should always offer something in return for a favor, don’t you think?”

She plays it up, reaching a hand out, pressing her palm against his shoulder.

“Sure, yeah, otherwise someone else is just doing more work for no reason,” he says, relaxing a bit. “You wouldn’t want someone doing that, would you?”

“Oh, no, not at all,” Dorothea says. “I’d want to do what I could to… make it worth his while. It would be such a big help, not having to work in the stables this week. I’d be so appreciative, anyone who helped me with that would be such an angel…”

“And what would do, if you were so appreciative?” he asks, and while Dorothea was trying her best to try and get out of this without making any promises or offers… she can tell that this young aspiring officer has been burned before. With that being the case, she’s not going to be able to sucker him into just doing the work for her for a bit of flirting. But Dorothea isn’t going to give up. She just has to go a bit further than she would have liked…

“I could drop by your room, one evening,” she says, as she steps a little closer. She watches his eyes dart down again, the new angle offering an even better view than before for her mark. “I’m sure I’d be able to make you feel just how much I appreciate you then…”

“You’d be so appreciative that you’d let me do whatever I wanted, right?” he suggests, and Dorothea bristles a bit at the thought.

“Of course,” she says, in spite of her apprehension. She doesn’t like the idea of promising her body like this, but she also really, really doesn’t want to deal with a week of shoveling horse manure. She has to get out of it, one way or another.

“Sounds like we have a deal, then,” he says, and Dorothea feels a bit of a rush at the thought. She really just did that… but at least it’s all finished. All that’s left now is to show up at his place, towards the end of the week, once the work has been done. She can do that. It’s just one night, with one young man, how bad could it be?

~X~

Throughout the next week, Dorothea sees her partner working on the stables. He’s doing a good job, though she can’t help but notice he does have some help. Some other boys his age, working to divvy up the work and make it easier on him. Looks to be about four or five of them in total, though Dorothea never gets an exact count. She doesn’t mind that, sure, it should be her, but if he’s managed to get some friends on board for this that just means he’s as clever as she is. She feels light and free, not having to worry about that mess. It’s a fairly relaxing week, until the end of the week finally arrives, and she’s left with a bit of a knot in her stomach thinking about what comes next.

Seated in the cafeteria, poking at her lunch, she barely notices when her partner sits across from her.

“Stables have been taken care of, each day,” he says, as he starts working on his own lunch.

“Oh, thank you so much, I appreciate all your hard work. And your friends, too, I saw that you had some help some of those days.

“Ah, yeah, it was easy enough once we split it up,” he says, chuckling.

“A bit cunning, mm? Making a deal and then getting some extra help,” Dorothea says. “I like it.”

“Well, it’s not like we said anything about me doing all of the work entirely alone,” he counters, smiling at her.

Dorothea didn’t think the boy would be so clever, but she can’t really fault him for it. She’s not exactly looking forward to the evening with him, but she’s also sure she could have chosen worse than him. He’s not exactly anything to write home about, but he’s not exactly ugly either. Just… boring. And she doesn’t mind that too terribly. She feels a lot better about what’s coming, as the two of them eat together and she’s able to calm herself a bit. When the hours pass and the sun is finally setting, she steels herself. Dorothea straightens up her uniform a bit, pressing up her chest once more, making herself look absolutely tantalizing before she steps up to the door and knocks.

“Come on in,” her partner says, and he sounds almost like he’s… nervous. Like he’s as worried about what’s coming as she is. Dorothea feels even more relaxed, hearing that, and she pushes open the door. Of course, it takes almost no time at all for her to realize that he wasn’t nervous about what was coming. It was laughter. When she steps inside, the group that has always been helping him is right there. Her partner stands in the center, one of his friends is right by the door, another seated on his bed, and another still leans back against his desk. The one by the door yanks Dorothea in, pushing it closed behind her and pressing his back against it.

“Ah, what’s… what’s going on here?” Dorothea asks, her eyes wide and her chest heaving with slightly panicked breaths.

“What? You said it yourself, right? You liked that I got some extra help,” he says. “Only fair that we all get to share in the reward, isn’t it?”

“That’s not… not what I meant at all,” Dorothea says, raising her voice a bit. She stomps one foot, crossing her arms. “Tell these others to leave this instant.”

“Now, that’s not very nice,” the big guy standing against the door says. Dorothea knows she couldn’t move him even if she tried. They’re all receiving combat training, after all. She’s not a slouch, but she’s unarmed, and he has both weight and reach on her. Not to mention the fact that it would be an easy four on one. “We all chipped in on the work, but we don’t get the reward?”

“Sounds like she only appreciates one of us,” another of the students says, pushing off from the desk and stepping closer.

“This wasn’t the deal we made,” Dorothea says, looking to her partner. There’s a pleading look in her eyes, like she hopes he will see reason and put a stop to this before it goes any further. She’s begging him to just send the others away… this was already something Dorothea worried she would regret, but now it’s been multiplied. The idea of dealing with all of these young men… it’s a lot worse than the thought of just wearing out one and one alone.

“And deals change,” the student on the bed says, circling in with the others. Dorothea knows she’s outnumbered, overwhelmed, and nothing she can do or say is going to change it. Some part of her wants to try and scream, to see if she can cry out for help or something… but she worries that would just lead to more trouble. Not to mention, she did have them work for her. She would end up in trouble for pushing her chores off on someone else… and while that wouldn’t be as hard to take as whatever the four of them are going to do to her, she’s not sure if it would manage to make a difference anyway.

She could probably only manage one shout before one of the four put his hand over her mouth, and then they’d likely be rougher with her as punishment.

“Thinking of screaming for help or something? Don’t bother, these guys have all the surrounding rooms,” her partner informs her. “The neighbors that might have heard you are all right here.”

Well, so much for that. Dorothea sighs, shaking her head.

“Fine, let’s just… just do this,” she says, her voice a bit shaky. The big guy behind her steps in closer, reaching down and yanking her skirt up to reveal dark panties.

“Sounds good to me,” he says, as Dorothea yelps.

“H-hey!” she says, forcing her skirt back down and whirling on him. Of course, he simply leers down at her.

“Got a problem?” he asks, stepping closer to her. Dorothea instinctively steps back, only to be grabbed by the students behind her. They each get a hold on her, and she soon feels multiple sets of hands caressing her. Feeling her up. Two hands close around her breasts, groping them, fingers digging into her soft warmth. She struggles in vain, trying to shake them off, but the boys just laugh.

“Oh, come on, like you can get out of this,” her partner murmurs, revealing himself as the one directly behind her. Another slides his hands beneath her skirt, pressing into her panties, while another rubs her ass, and Dorothea struggles on in vain. She starts to cry out, her instincts overriding her reason and earlier decision to just go along with this… only for the big guy to grab her by her hair, pulling her in for a deep kiss. From there, once she feels all their hands on her, a tongue in her mouth… things start to become something of a blur. Dorothea’s head is spinning, trying to keep up, but she can’t really process everything being done to her at once.

Her body is touched, caressed, groped, and she feels them tugging at her clothes. Undoing buttons, casting layers aside… and slowly but surely, Dorothea is stripped down. The young men aren’t gentle with her, either. If her arm is in the way, they yank it where they want it. If she tries to resist, they just pull harder. Dorothea quickly learns to just go along with this, to just allow it, especially when she hears the fabric of her jacket start to rip. In only a few moments, Dorothea is stripped down to her bra and her panties, and then those are yanked from her as well, leaving her nude.

She’s left panting as the boys pull back, looking at their handiwork. Their prize, as far as they see her.

“You… you bastards,” she says, crossing one arm over her chest to hide her breasts, while the other she slides between her legs, covering her pussy. Dorothea didn’t want it to be like this… she had thought it would just be one on one. Something far easier to handle. But here she is, stuck in a group of four, knowing that she’s going to be used for the remainder of the night. She can feel her tension rising, the apprehension building ever higher. These young men are not going to be kind to her. She can tell, and some part of her wants to face that head on. To try and keep her head held high.

But she knows that it’s going to be easier said than done. How can she be confident in herself during this kind of treatment, when she finds it difficult enough to be confident as is? Dorothea might carry herself like she’s figured it all out, she might not seem timid… but she doesn’t exactly have the highest opinion of herself. She does her best to hide it. She doesn’t want it to seep through into everything she does, but it’s hard for her to hide it when she’s being treated like an object. The way these men leer at her, sizing her up like a piece of meat… she finds it difficult not to simply accept that kind of treatment. As if she deserves it.

“Don’t try and complain now,” her partner says, chuckling. “You’re the one who wanted to sell your body to get out of some work… is it really that much of a shock?”

“Ugh,” she says, as the boys descend on her once more, yanking her hands away from her body, eager to touch her bare form. Dorothea doesn’t want this, she can’t want this, and yet… she can feel a flicker of heat rising up within her. It’s starting in her core, right in her abdomen… and she can already feel it starting to spread. They touch her without any kind of respect, groping her and feeling her up, taking what they want. She shudders at their touch, trying to squirm away from them. Of course, with four eager bodies pressed in from all sides, it’s not like she has anywhere to go.

Dorothea is stuck as their plaything for the night, and she knows that nothing she does is going to get her out of it. The only way out is through, and she has to just steel herself as best as she can. Think of it like a stage. Work herself into that mindset. How often has she played a part she thought would be impossible…? Is it really so different, if she sees it as really in depth acting? That thought is enough to calm her, at least a little. She can distance herself from it… she may not be on a stage, but if she thinks of this as happening to a character, to someone else, then it’s a little easier to swallow.

Naturally, such efforts vanish when the men get a bit rougher with her, shoving them between her, jostling her such that she can’t focus. Dorothea soon feels a shove from behind, falling to her knees, and one of them is rude enough to slap her hat from her head.

All four of them work their cocks free, hard as stone from toying with her so much already. All she can do is look between the four of them, eyes wide, face flushed. Even knowing this was coming, even trying to picture this as happening to someone else, Dorothea was not ready for this.

“Don’t just sit there gawking,” the biggest of the four says, stroking his cock once, twice, as if to show it off to her. He is impressive. She can’t deny that. “Get to work. We’ll be nice, you can pick which one of us you want to start out with.”

Is that really what passes for kindness here? She shouldn’t be surprised, but still. Dorothea scans the group, trying to think. Does it really matter? If she’s going to have to take a turn with each one of them anyway, what does her choice change? She moves toward her assigned partner, the one who started all of this.

She doesn’t bother speaking, just takes him in hand and starts pumping along his length.

“Do you really think you can even last long enough to take advantage of this deal?” Dorothea asks, deciding to change her tactics up a bit. Perhaps if she plays into this, if she makes them think she wants to do this… if she attempts to get them off as quickly as she can, then she might just be able to make them run out of stamina faster. It might not work out in her favor in a four on one, but what else can she do? If she doesn’t try something, she’s going to be in for a long, rough night. She can tell that much without really having to think on it.

“Oh? Going to try to push it that hard, huh?” her partner says, leering down at her. Dorothea smirks, leaning in and wrapping her lips around the head of his cock. Her tongue swirls over the head of his cock, and she works her way down further, pushing a bit with each move from her tongue. He gasps out, his hand darting to the back of her head. “Fuck…”

His desperate cry of pleasure passes his lips without even thinking. He should have bitten it back, because it only emboldens her. Dorothea hadn’t been entirely sure such a move would pay off, she hadn’t been confident that being bold was in her best interest, but now that she’s had a taste of what she can do to him… she pushes further. Further, Letting his cock slide deeper into her mouth, relaxing her throat to go even further. She doesn’t let herself gag, she fights it back, pushing until she’s taken him as deep as she can. She slides back off with a sputter, her eyes watering a bit.

“Not so fast,” he grunts, his fingers digging into her hair more tightly. “No pulling back.”

Her eyes widen. What was a moment of triumph, of her pushing herself to see how easily she might be able to overwhelm him, suddenly becomes him taking over. He starts to buck his hips, thrusting his cock down her throat. It would seem the taste of that tight heat around his shaft was just far too enticing, and he wants more. Dorothea can’t fight back the gag once he takes over, and tears start to fall down her face, eyes watering as she chokes and sputters on his cock.

“Damn, I really thought she was a top-class whore with the way she took him for that one stroke,” one of his friends says.

“Turns out she can’t hold out if someone else is setting the pace,” another adds.

“She was just trying to put on a tough girl act,” her partner says. “But don’t worry, we’ll break her in, it won’t take too long!”

He takes hold of her head with both hands, pressing in from each side as he starts wildly thrusting down her throat. The songstress is just too good, her trained throat feels like heaven around his shaft, and he grunts as he goes all out on her.

“Fuck, yes, take it all, you fucking slut,” he murmurs, pushing himself to go harder, fucking her faster. Dorothea can only shudder and gasp around his cock when he pulls back enough for her to try to get a bit of air. It’s not often, and never enough… she can feel her lungs burning, her head swimming, but he just keeps ramming down her throat. “Selling your body just to get out of some work, you’re a real piece of work, you know? You’re lucky guys like us even want to use you.”

Dorothea whimpers around his length, feeling him slide in even deeper, feeling him go all out on her. Her eyes are watering far more now, her makeup running in streaks down her face as he shoves in again and again and again.

“You’re nothing but trash compared to us, you know that!?” he says, and Dorothea feels a deepening frustration at his words. So far, he hadn’t really mentioned being a noble… she had known, sure, but it wasn’t like he was one who was born with a Crest or anything. She had just thought that, perhaps, he didn’t have that big of a head… but this one little taste of pleasure has driven him deeper into thoughts that were no doubt lurking beneath the surface all along. She can’t do a thing to stop him, of course. Even when her lungs start to ache more deeply, even when she knows that she’s losing herself to this more and more, and her hands fly up to his thighs to try and push him off… all he does is laugh. “You aren’t trying to resist, are you? Better watch it, or we’ll make sure this goes on longer than just tonight.”

Dorothea drops her arms, not wanting to push this any further than she has to. She can’t fight back, she knows that, knew it all along, but her efforts to try and have some control over the situation were thwarted so easily… she is already reduced to just taking his cock, letting him dominate her throat and take what he wants from her. Is this all she can do in the situation? Her partner is rough with her, not letting up on her at all, pushing himself to the very limit to try and break her. She doesn’t want to think that it might work, but she also doesn’t have nearly enough strength to resist when he’s got such a tight hold on her.

She shudders around his cock, her voice sending further vibrations through him as she whimpers, pleads, all falling on deaf ears that wouldn’t care even if they could make out her words. She starts to understand that this was likely his plan from the very start… even a lower ranking noble could get away with nearly anything when it comes to a commoner like her. Garreg Mach might do a lot to bridge the gaps between commoners and nobles, having them on the same level more than the rest of Fódlan… but that doesn’t change how little she can do in the face of something like this.

Even if this did come to light, it’s not like she would be able to spin it into some kind of larger scandal. She’d be the one to wind up buried, somehow. And she knows it. So all she can do is try to suffer through, to take this as yet another lesson on something that she already knows. Dorothea isn’t surprised someone would set out to use her like this… that she would be pretty and fun enough for a night of debauchery like this, but the noble she was partnered with wouldn’t so much as look at her for anything more. As his cock rams down her throat time and time again, claiming her in ways that feel outright brutal, it’s all she can do to keep her eyes open and her consciousness from slipping.

He’s lost in rhythm now, letting his passions guide him. He can’t stop bucking wildly down her throat, grunting from the effort and letting his control slip away. He can tell with one look into her eyes that Dorothea is barely holding on… her eyelids keep fluttering, and her gasps and whimpers are getting weaker. Her hands lift to his thighs once more, but not to try and push him away this time. Instead, she just taps against his thighs, as if pleading. Begging with what touch she can manage, begging him to pull back. He feels the way her throat clenches down around his cock, muscles spasming around him, as more and more desperate sounds slip out of her stuffed face.

“Fuck, she’s so close to passing out,” one of his friends says. He knows it already, but hearing him say it just turns him on more. He picks up the pace, thrusting in hard and deep… and suddenly, he’s there. Something about the look in her eyes, the dazed way she just stares up at him… it drives him mad, with power, with lust, with desire. He can’t hold it back, and he winds up coming down her throat. Pulse after pulse of hot, sticky come, surging into her stomach… and Dorothea is just hoping that means it’s done. She can’t even be frustrated or disgusted when her head is spinning and she can’t focus. He pulls out, letting a final rope spray out across her pretty face, and Dorothea is only thinking about getting air.

She needs it, she can’t go another moment without it, and she inhales lungful after lungful of fresh air. Panting, gasping, she starts to come back to her senses. Of course, she’s far from done for the night. She might have already gotten a taste of what they have in store for her, and found it’s not at all to her liking, but she knows she’s nowhere near free. The other three step in, grabbing her and pulling her up to her feet.

“What… let me use my mouth…” she says, but her words sound so distant, her voice barely working after such a rough pounding. She can’t help but feel more frustrated than she would otherwise, thinking about the damage that might have done to her voice. It doesn’t matter as much as it used to, but the thought of losing her singing, even temporarily, makes a deep anger stir within her. Not that she has much time to think about it, and she’s completely powerless to do a damn thing about it, either. She feels the others lifting her up, shoving her onto their leader’s bed… and they don’t waste any time in moving her how they want her. The big guy winds up straddling her, his weight holding her down as he sits just below her chest.

“Not gonna let these perfect tits go to waste,” he grunts, as he slides his cock between her breasts. Dorothea looks up at him, glaring.

“You’re all bastards,” she says, practically spitting the words up at him. At all of them.

“Would one of you do the honors of shutting her up again?” he says, as he falls into a slow but steady rhythm of bucking his cock between her tits. Suddenly, Dorothea’s head is grabbed once more, twisted back so her neck is craned back, her face looking behind her, eyes closer to the floor… and she can see a big, thick cock right in her gaze. She shouldn’t be getting used to the sight, and yet, seeing another doesn’t really seem to bother her as much as she thinks it probably should. She clenches her teeth, trying to close herself off, but the young man just laughs.

“Oh, come on, I wanted to shut you up, but it’s no fair if I don’t get to have my fun!” he says, as he works his cock back, grabbing her nose and holding it tight. Dorothea tries to breathe through her teeth, clenched as they are, but somehow that just makes it harder for her to focus. She shifts a little, and her clenched teeth part… and that lapse is enough. He shoves into her mouth with a grunt, taking hold of her head the same way her partner did. Soon enough, Dorothea has one of them fucking her face, while the other does what he can to savor fucking her chest. The third moves in closer, shifting onto the bed with her and moving around, between her legs.

Dorothea yelps around the cock in her throat. She knows what’s coming, and this is not how she planned on things escalating… she had kind of been expecting them to let her do this one at a time, to face them individually, so they could each make the most of this and not miss out on some of the fun they could have with her. She hadn’t thought they’d all want to go at her at once in an effort to break her, but then again, if she’s fully broken and worn out that would just mean more fun that the four of them can have while she’s too tired to move.

The idea sickens her, but at the same time, she knows there’s really nothing she can do to stop it at this point. These men can easily overpower her, they outnumber her, and fighting back would only lead to more trouble at this point regardless. The only choice Dorothea really has is to go along with what they want from her, to just let it happen. Even that comes with horrors of its own, but she really would prefer that to trying to fight, only to find that they grow rougher with her. She’s already pushing her luck, letting her sharp tongue flow freely… but the men seem to find that amusing more than anything else.

Of course, at the moment, she can’t really get any words out. All she can do is choke on the cock ramming down her throat, while another drives between her tits, and the third man works his cock free. She can feel his hot, hard length smacking lightly against one thigh, and he laughs.

“She’s a bit wet, I think,” he says, leading Dorothea to struggle a bit, kicking her legs, and he holds them still. “Awh, don’t fight it, let me get a good look…”

She can feel him spreading her legs, looking into her, and he laughs.

“Yeah, definitely a bit wet. She can fight it all she wants, but this slut is getting turned on,” he claims.

There’s no way, right? It can’t be. They haven’t done a thing for her, they’re actually just trying to use her… to get what pleasure they can without caring one bit about her desires in this… so there’s no way her body would betray her like that, right? She might have felt a flicker of something, but… she wouldn’t actually be wet for his cock, right? Naturally, it doesn’t really matter if he’s right or not. Her fellow student lines himself up, pushing the head of his cock in against her, and he starts to tilt his hips forward. She tries to thrash and fight, to move her legs to push him back…

She had not been planning on letting things go this far, no matter what the men had pushed for. But here she is, fighting to get him back out of her, now that he’s starting to push inside. Of course, she can’t quite get the right angle when he can just grab her ankles and force her legs back down. She continues choking on the cock in her mouth, trying to cry out and plead for this to stop… but her words aren’t anything the men can understand. The feast that is her body is far too delectable for them to consider going even a moment without digging in. They want her, need her, and she can feel him thrust into her in spite of her efforts to fight back.

Dorothea goes limp, tears falling as she feels his cock sliding in deep, claiming her, filling her. It’s so sudden, so big, and it stretches her and fills her… there’s a dull ache of pain with each thrust, so much deeper so much more intense than the feeling of a cock shoving down her throat. It’s one thing to be stuck choking on a man’s length, another thing entirely to feel it shoving deep inside of you, claiming your core and filling you up with heat you don’t want. Moans slip past her muffled throat, as each thrust adds more of that discomfort… but ultimately, Dorothea finds something more horrific beneath it.

It’s not pain alone that she feels, and that realization only makes things worse for her. She can feel that same heat, that same passion, stirring within her and growing more intense with each thrust. Soon enough, each thrust is accompanied by the wet sound of her soaked cunt trying to cling to his cock…

“Fuck this slut is so wet now,” he grunts, shifting his grip to her hips now that the fight has been fucked out of her. Dorothea just whimpers around the other man, feeling his thrusts pick up in intensity.

“Keep fucking her, she’s moaning and groaning so much it’s amazing,” he adds, leading his friend to go even harder at her. Dorothea is stuck between them, unable to breathe or think as she’s stuffed with two cocks at once, her body shuddering and pulsing with pleasure that she doesn’t want. It’s getting harder and harder for her to keep up with her own feelings, her desires, as they grow more and more intense with each thrust into her tight heat. Can she handle this? Is she going to break? Dorothea doesn’t want to think about it.

All she can do is try and stay strong through this, to do her best to hold on in spite of all that they’re doing to her. It’s not going to be easy, but it’s the only thing she can think to do right now. She has to try and fight this, to hold on in spite of it all. The more each thrust pushes her, the harder it is for her to keep calm. Her body struggles to handle all of this, a cock down her throat, another between her breasts, weight holding down her chest even if she had been able to breathe, and a third ramming into her tight cunt, claiming her and taking her with each thrust…

She feels used, and she hates that it all seems to be adding to a rising pleasure within her. She shouldn’t be enjoying any part of this, and she hates that her body is responding so warmly in spite of herself. What can she do to stop it at this point? She’s helpless, and each second these men spend using her is making it that much harder on her. The three of them are ramping things up, fucking her harder, faster, putting their all into using her.

“She’s so good, these tits are amazing,” the big guy says, as he keeps bucking between them. With a hulking hand on each of her heavy breasts, he holds them together against his cock, bucking wildly into her and using her for all he’s got. His hands are rough, callused, and he keeps groping her and brushing over her sensitive nipples. They’ve long since hardened up to his touch, to all of this overwhelming attention, and she hates that it’s only making her pleasure build and build.

“Mmph! Mmffh!” she moans around the cock in her mouth, trying to protest, to argue, as she feels her lungs burning harder than ever, telling her she needs air. The songstress might have powerful lungs, a relic from her days on the stage, but it does little to help her when she’s being used so roughly, when the young men are keeping this up for far longer than she can bare. She can’t pass out. She has to fight it with all she has, but even if she tries to lift a hand to push back the one fucking her face, she can’t even get her hand up to him before the strength leaves her limb and it falls back to hanging limply on the bedding.

How can they be this rough with her? This intense, this careless? They could hurt her, or even wind up choking her until she passes out, perhaps even fucking her so hard they snuff out the light of her life… and yet, Dorothea doesn’t think any of them are even thinking about it. They just want to keep using her, to keep up this passionate, intense sensation. She can feel herself breaking with each thrust, being pushed ever closer to an edge she doesn’t want, one she wants desperately to avoid. And yet, one that hits her just the same in spite of all of her efforts. With her throat blocked off, her pussy stuffed and her tits being played with and fucked… Dorothea can’t fight back the orgasm that shatters its way through her.

She feels a pulse of heat behind her eyes, pushing through everything, taking her over so intensely she can’t even keep quiet about it. Or at least, she can’t help but cry out against the cock in her throat, letting that muffling factor do wonders to make her cries of pleasure stay in this room. She’s actually coming from being used like this, from having the men go all out on her body and take all they want from her.

“Oh, fuck, she’s coming,” the student ramming his length into her cunt says, feeling her walls flutter and pulse around him, clenching on him. “Fuck she’s so tight, that feels so fucking good…”

“Her throat is getting all tight, too, and she won’t stop moaning,” the other grunts, shoving in deep so he can feel the way her muscles undulate around his cock. It’s like a massage, her throat seeming to swallow around his length and pull him in even deeper on reflex… and that reflex makes him come. He pulls out, letting his seed splash on her face, getting it in her long hair that hangs beneath her. Coating her face, forcing her to close her eyes, but her mouth stays wide open as she takes desperate, gasping breaths just to try and stay sane.

The big guy fucking her breasts is nearly at his limit, too, doing all he can just to keep pushing and pushing and pushing. Dorothea’s soft, plush tits feel amazing on each side of his cock, and he can’t get enough of fucking them. Warm, smooth skin, unblemished and perfect, feeling as soft and warm as one could ever want around his length, and he grinds in between them with a furious grunt of effort.

“Goddess, these tits are so perfect,” he grumbles, as he feels his climax hitting him as well. He back just enough to let his seed erupt out between them, running along her neck and body as it spills out of him. He’s left panting when he’s finally done, looking at the mess of white covering Dorothea’s breasts and her neck, adding nicely to what’s already on her face and hair. She’s glaring up at him, but the look of so much come coating her face and hair, and now her chest, just sees him laughing at her.

Even the venomous look she shoots up at him is something she can’t handle for long, not when another deep thrust into her traitorous cunt wrings a crystal clear moan from her. She quickly raises a hand to her face, trying to quiet herself, but that only spurs the student on more. He doesn’t let up, fucking her with all the passion and power he can muster. Seeing how much she’s breaking for him has him hungry for more, a lot more, and he’s not going to stop here. He keeps fucking her, pushing himself to keep going and going even past the point when he feels that he’s about to come. He doesn’t let it take him yet, holding on for as long as he can, not stopping, not slowing…

Until he can take no more. With a grunt of effort, he comes as well, pulling out just in time to paint her stomach in his seed as he thrusts forward against her. Dorothea is left panting, looking down at the mess they made of her as he pulls back to rest for a bit.

“There… you all had your fun, now give me my clothes back. I’m finished,” Dorothea says, pushing away from the men to try and sit up on her partner’s bed. So far, she would have much preferred just dealing with the stables… it would have been hard work, but nothing as frustrating and difficult as this.

“Ha, you think that’s it?” her partner says, shoving her back down into his bed. “You said I could have a night to do whatever I want with you, not stop at one blowjob.”

“But I also said you, not all of your friends,” Dorothea protests. “I’ve… I’ve been through enough here already, I need to go and rest.”

“Don’t you think we needed rest, doing your part of the stables?” one of the others chimes in.

“Right, we only did it to get this chance,” another adds.

“And we can go report that you’re making deals to get out of work, you know. Don’t want to get kicked out of the academy, do you?”

It was far too hard to get in here, given that Dorothea is just a commoner. And while this situation is complicated and most would certainly not see her as being in the wrong in any cut-and-dry sort of situation… she still has to wonder if it would matter, given one of the men involved in all of this is a noble, and she is nothing in comparison. At least, with how this twisted land works. One would think the monastery might be a bit different, but Dorothea isn’t exactly a stranger to the way the church helps to solidify the way this land works.

Either way, she knows better than to try to escalate this to any kind of authority. Far better to just take what she’s given, to try and figure out a way to handle this on her own rather than reach out for some kind of help or risk this being reported. So, she doesn’t fight it. She simply shakes her head.

“Fine… I suppose I did say the night,” she relents, and the young man who led her into this trap simply laughs.

“Smart girl, you know how things work,” he says. “Now, lay down in bed. Face down.”

Dorothea complies, shifting so she’s on her stomach. She looks back at him, watching as he works his way in close and straddles her legs.

“Not about to waste my time on a hole someone else already had,” he says, slapping her ass before grabbing her hips. It’s clear he’s a bit frustrated one of his friends already took her cunt, but… he seems to be able to make do well enough. He spreads her ass, and then works his cock between her cheeks. Dorothea soon feels the hard heat of the head of his cock pressing against her asshole, and she yelps.

“Ah! Not there, come on…” she whines, but that only makes his grip on her hips tighten.

“You don’t want me to fuck your slutty ass?” he asks, as he presses in a bit more firmly.

“I… no,” Dorothea says, before another gasp escapes her at another press.

“Gonna try and stop me?” he asks, pulling back to press again, not quite pushing in yet, just teasing her with it.

“Damn you, no, I’m not!” she cries out, and that is the moment he thrusts forward. Dorothea whimpers as she feels his cock ramming into her tight asshole, filling her, and the other men laugh and clap.

“That’s right, break in that tight commoner ass!”

“Make sure you make her even easier for our next round,” another adds.

“She’s such a good fuck, I bet her ass is amazing.”

“You bastards are the ones who went ahead and took that sweet cunt first,” he says, as he grabs her hips tighter and shoves in as deep as he can. It’s not easy, taking her without much prep, but there’s something so satisfying to the way she whimpers and moans with each deep thrust. It’s really doing a number on her, and he can’t get enough of it. “She’s such a whore, she doesn’t even cry out as much as you’d think.”

Dorothea hates it, but she knows that he must have some kind of point… she’s not really hating this as much as she could. There was pain at first, sure, but it quickly gave way to that more and more familiar heat, the rush of pleasure that keeps taking her over. Whether she truly is the kind of slutty girl they keep claiming she is, or if this is just some way her body is trying to help her cope with what’s being done to her… she doesn’t know. And at the end of the day, she can’t help wondering if it really matters.

If she feels this way, does the reason change anything? Sure, she could try and tell herself it’s not her fault, that it’s just her body helping her handle this, but wouldn’t that be a weakness in and of itself? Dorothea was willing to sell her body to this young man for one week off of her chores… so is it a stretch that some part of her like this? Is adding three more men to the total really that bad? As he pulls back and thrusts into her with renewed vigor, she moans.

The sound shocks even her, it’s not at all a moan of pain or discomfort, but rather outright lust. She hates that such a sound slips from her so easily, but she also couldn’t have stopped it even if she had tried. It was just something that came as a result of how good his cock feels ramming into her tight hole, claiming her and taking her and pushing her ever closer to her breaking point. She might not want this, she might want to fight it with all she’s got, but that doesn’t do her much good when ever second spent like this is just making things worse.

She can’t focus, can’t think, and the pleasure that surges through her with each thrust into her tight ass just makes it worse on her. Meanwhile, her partner is in heaven. He can’t get enough of taking her like this, hearing her moans… knowing that the commoner was this easy to break just turns him on so much. It leaves him feeling even more superior than when this all started out, and he can’t help but go all out. He starts picking up the pace, ramming into her full force, and Dorothea’s moans become louder, louder…

He soon grabs her by the back of her hair, not really caring about the half-dried come that cakes some of it into clumps.

“You’re such a whore, aren’t you? You would love to come by just to get your brains fucked out, wouldn’t you?” he asks, and Dorothea can only shake her head in protest. She doesn’t dare speak, not when moans and whimpers keep slipping out of her. “Don’t lie, we can see if you change your mind after another round with my boys.”

He bottoms out in her ass, pulling back after remaining steady, just to keep pounding into her with renewed vigor. It’s driving her mad, leaving her panting and moaning, her tongue lolling out as he uses his grip on her hair to lift her head up, making her look at the audience eagerly awaiting another turn with her as he keeps slamming it home.

“She’s such a good fuck, boys, I think we have to try and make her all ours,” he says. “Break her so bad she keeps coming back for more.”

“No… please…” Dorothea whines, her body shuddering, already on the brink of another climax.

“She’d be good to have around,” the big guy says. “But I gotta see if she can even take my cock first…”

“Yeah, no good if she breaks the instant he pushes into her, we want her to be fun for all of us,” another of his friends adds.

“Well, just wait until I’m done, and you can try her out as much as you want!” he offers, shoving in deep as his climax hits. He bottoms out inside of her, shoving in as hard and as deep as he can before his come starts flooding into her. The sensation of that heat spilling into her, filling her and seeming to claim her, just makes Dorothea hit a climax of her own. She cries out, her voice that drew such attention on stage now doing nothing more than entertaining the four men who have been so very eager to use her. And when the noble she was partnered with pulls out, her ass dripping his come, the others barely give her a chance to think before they’re on her.

She feels the biggest of them lifting her, pulling her up and off the bed, hoisting her up before slamming her down onto him, her dripping hole claimed by his massive cock before she even has a chance to recover. Dorothea cries out, practically screaming with the sensation of his cock spearing into her. Another of the young men, tall but not quite as bulky, steps in between her legs, held in an M shape as the larger man rams up into her ass, and he pushes into her cunt. Dorothea finds herself trapped between the two of them, held aloft as they slam into her wildly.

She can only moan and whimper, her mind nearly shattering from the force of two cocks pistoning in and out of her in time. It’s too intense, but she can’t stop it from taking her over more and more with each thrust… it’s too much for her, and she knows it damn well, but she tries to cling to her resolve. She doesn’t want to come out of this some broken mess who craves their cocks… not if she can help it. But some part of her worries that it might already be too late for her. That she’s already been fucked into some kind of whore who can’t make it without their brutal fucking…

For now, all she can do is let them have their way with her. Each thrust brings her deeper into this, pushing her closer to another peak she doesn’t want. How can she break so easily, how can they overwhelm her with such little effort? She had thought one round with each of them would be easy, that she could just set the pace and be the one guiding this… that she could just suck all four of them off and that would be the end of it. But now that she’s trapped between them, feeling each of their cocks ramming deep inside of her, filling her, claiming her stretching her, Dorothea knows she was a fool.

The four of them had always planned on trying to break her. Teaming up on the commoner so they could put her in her place… and now she’s the one paying for each thrust, paying in her sanity and her clarity. Even when she doesn’t have one of them claiming her throat and choking her out on their cock, she can’t think straight. Her moans and whimpers are coming out so much more easily now, she doesn’t have the strength to suppress them, to bite them back. Each seems to come out louder than the one before, filling the room with her pleas and desperate moans…

She isn’t begging for more, not yet, but she can feel her resolve weakening further and further. She doesn’t know how much she can take, how she can bounce back from this, and Dorothea worries there might not be any solid way out. She had wanted to take this slow, to spend some time one on one with each of them, but she hadn’t thought they’d take this so far that they wanted to all use her at once… hasn’t she been the one to say that people can’t resist pouncing on someone they want badly enough…?

Suddenly, those words are coming back to haunt her. She hadn’t really thought about how it would feel to be the one receiving such a pounce, to have men clamoring for her and claiming what they want from her. Now, she’s left shuddering as they keep thrusting into her, claiming her and making her belong to them. Her body is nearly at its limit, not just when it comes to hitting another peak, but the limit of what she can take before she fully breaks for them. She hadn’t wanted to hit this point, hadn’t wanted to let things go this far…

But she hasn’t been in control for some time now, not since they first hoisted her up on that bed. She’s been helpless, utterly and completely, as they used her as much as they wanted. And they show no signs of stopping, with another still waiting in the wings. She can’t take it, can’t keep fighting it, and when the two men both shove in deep to come inside of her… Dorothea joins them. She can’t help it. She feels her climax crashing over her like a wave, rushing through her mind and washing away everything but the pleasure, as their come surges into her.

Hot, and heavy, sticky, filling her with such an intense warmth Dorothea feels almost like she’s melting.

“Fuck, her ass is so tight,” the big guy says, as he finally pulls back out of her. “Didn’t even want to let me go.”

“Her cunt’s just as tight,” the other man says, as he draws back from her as well. They don’t offer Dorothea much support, and she slumps down onto her knees, crumpling forward onto the bed.

“Not done with you yet, you slut,” the last of the four says, as he presses into her already used cunt. He doesn’t seem to care that she’s dripping with another’s seed, he rams right into her. Reaching one hand forward, he grabs her hair, lifting her head from the bed so her weak, desperate moans ring out through the room. “Fucking slut, you sing so sweetly for us.”

Dorothea hates it, but she can’t stop the way her voice rings out, her moans filling the room. She can feel each one slipping past her lips, unable to fight them, unable to bite them back, each one a proof of just how far she’s sunk into this pleasure. Why does it feel so good…? Why can’t she stop the way her body aches for their cocks? Feeling another ram into her cunt so quickly, she’s even thankful that she wasn’t left empty for too long. What does that say about her? Is she really this much of a slut? This big of a whore? She hates it, but she doesn’t think she can really change anything about it at this point.

They keep using her, mocking her, teasing her, and she keeps living up to every terrible thing they murmur about her. When Dorothea hits yet another climax, her body shuddering and her walls clamping down around the young man’s cock, she can’t think straight. Her head is spinning, the room seems to be moving all around her, and all she wants to do is rest… but she knows that these guys are likely to keep going at her until all four are exhausted. Even when they’ve had their fun, even when it’s hard to keep moving, they’re probably going to keep trying just to continue enjoying her.

To keep savoring the way her body feels as they vent every lustful desire upon her. Dorothea hates it, but she’s almost perfect for it. The way her body reacts, melting for them, her own pleasure rising to meet everything they do to her… she can’t withstand it, and she knows it’s only going to get worse as they go on. When the young man fucking her now picks up his pace, feeling his pleasure rising within him and building to deeper heights… she knows that she’s going to come for him. He doesn’t let up on her, fucking her as hard as he can manage, plunging in deep with each thrust before he finally can take no more.

He yanks back on her hair, the pain mingling with the pleasure of his cock finally pulsing inside of her, adding yet another load of come into her, pushing her into yet another climax. Dorothea screams her pleasure out once more, and she writhes as she feels her climax pulsing throughout her body. When she’s finally finished, and he pulls back out of her, she’s left slumped over the bed with the four young men looking down on her.

“No way we’re finished yet, right?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m going until I pass out.”

“Might as well get the most out of this, right?”

“Please…” Dorothea whimpers, but even she’s unsure of what she’s pleading for. Does she want them to stop? Does she want more? Some part of her feels empty already, as if she needs them to keep fucking her just to feel alive.

But at the same time, she knows that she needs to get away, to have time to rest to come back to her senses. Of course, there’s very little chance of four horny young men giving her that chance before they’ve each gotten every last bit of pleasure they can from her. They descend on her once more, and Dorothea lets out a soft whimper as she feels their hands closing on her all over again, pushing her into a new position.

This long night is far from over yet.