Knight Elayne - Good Deeds 1

Knight Elayne - Good Deeds I

Elayne's journey led her to a village. It was an old and shabby looking place, nothing like the taller and newer buildings in the central region. The settlement was called Stillwater, and Elayne was happy to walk on it's muddy street.

Time to time, she would visit towns and villages to get supplies, a new mission, and rest. She was here for a new assignment. Someone would be meeting her in a tavern called Silver Axe. Maybe tonight she could sleep inside for a change.

Elayne walked around the village, and noticed there were plenty of empty houses. Windows and doors were boarded up. The owners had either died, or left to look for a better life elsewhere. The people who still lived here were friendly to Elayne, because she was a new face and maybe bring much needed money to the village. She bought some supplies from the local shopkeepers and continued looking for the tavern.

When she finally found it, she thought it was the cheapest tavern that anyone could imagine. Her instructions were to wait at the tavern, and someone would deliver papers regarding her next mission. She was a day early, and the orders would not arrive until tomorrow.

As she walked into the tavern, she was stunned by the stink that hit her face. It was truly the crappiest place Elayne had visited in quite some time. Some customers sat at the tables. There were a few farmers, a couple of old timers, and a pimp with two of his prostitutes. Neither were really pretty, just typical small village whores.

Elayne walked out, thinking she'd rather sleep outside, than in that place. She sought out a better place to rent a room. She wouldn't sleep in that tavern, even if it was free. She went back to the market for a second look around.

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It was evening before she found another tavern. It certainly looked a lot better than Silver Axe. Elayne entered the building, and while it was dirty, at least it didn't stink. Elayne could see a few merchants sitting at tables and smoking their pipes while eyeing her. A young sword-bearing woman wandering around alone usually gets noticed. But then again, in small settlements like this, every new face is watched.

Elayne rented a room for the night, and when she asked if the place had a bath, the tavern keeper said that they didn't offer that kind of service here. While put out by his answer, it was probably for the best. She didn't like how he was looking at her anyway. The bald, bearded, and overweight man was likely imagining her naked in a bath. She paid for the room and was handed the key.

Her room was on the first floor, at the end of a narrow corridor. When she got to her room, she muttered something silently. The room was small and dusty, and the window was fit in a hole so small that even a cat wouldn't be able to slip in or out. All that really mattered, was the one thing that Elayne missed for so long. A nice, sturdy bed. She laid down and smiled.

Elayne's room was the last room in the corridor and faced the street. She heard some muffled words through the wall, and got up to see what the noises were. Peeking out her tiny window, she noticed red-robed men in the alley talking about something. She couldn't make out what they were saying, but she could tell that the red robes were Priest vestments. Elayne was intrigued, and went outside to check on them.

The men were already gone when she arrived. She looked around and saw that they moved away from the tavern and were now walking down the muddy street. There were four of them, all wearing the same red robes and still talking. It seemed like they were having some ongoing debate.

She followed them, and noticed a rather innocent figure walk out from a side alley and accidentally bump into one of them. Elayne wasn't fooled, and could see the fast hand slip into one of the Priest's bags and pull something out from within. The Priest didn't notice anything other than that bump. As the not-so-innocent figure smoothly walked away from the group, Elayne couldn't help but smirk. She shook her head and grabbed the thief before the pickpocket could disappear into another alley.

Elayne yelled at the Priests to stop, and dragged the thief into view. She pulled the thief's hood down, discovering that it was a young redheaded half-elf woman. The thief tried to get away from Elayne, but the swordswoman wouldn't let her go. The thief was admittedly talented or experienced, but Elayne didn't like people stealing from the holy men.

One of the red-robed Priests walked back to retrieve his property. It was a small purse of coins, and a dagger that looked incredibly old. It seemed to be more a relic than a weapon, as it didn't look sharp. The Priest was happy to get his belongings back, and the pickpocket who stole them had been caught. Two of the other Priests took the thief from Elayne's hands.

The petty criminal gave the Knight a thanks, by kicking her. 

The Priests asked Elayne if she would like to join them, as they wanted to reward her for her good deed. The leader also mentioned that they would take the half-elf thief along to teach her why she shouldn't steal.

As Elayne didn't have anything else better to do so, she accepted, thinking a few coins or a warm meal would be a nice reward for her trouble.

The Priests continued on their way, with the pickpocket kept between them to prevent her escape. They all headed to an older set of buildings on the edge of town. It looked like a big old farmhouse with stables and a warehouse adjoined to it. The Priests explained that they bought the place to continue their studies in solitude. The thick wooden walls afforded them privacy.

Elayne was led toward the main building, as the Priests wanted her to meet their leader. He would be happy to reward her for her noble deed.

The half-elf sensed a trap, and tried to warn the Knight, but the Priests forcefully gagged her before she could say anything. 

The man behind Elayne pulled out a club from his sleeve and was figuring out when to use it on her. The pickpocket attempted to free an arm to get that gag away from her face, but the two strong Priests kept her held tight.

As Elayne entered the building, the front room was dark, and she heard some scuffling from behind. The purse-snatcher, known as Ezri, could only watch as the Knight was struck from behind by the club-wielding Priest, and the blonde woman crumpled to the floor.

As one Priest dragged the unconscious Elayne further into the building, it then became Ezri's turn to be brought in. The Priests dropped their act, and two of them crudely groped the young pickpocket with their rough hands.

When she protested, they responded by harshly slapping her face. They weren't going to listen to her whine.

Ezri stayed quiet after that. She was forced further into the building. It seemed like these men had some kind of plan for the two women.

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The Priests dragged the thief through a hidden door that revealed stairs that led deeper underground. While it seemed familiar, she still couldn't believe that someone in this village would have an underground complex like this.

The half-elf was tossed into a small barred cell next to the blond Knight, and two of the men tied her up. They wanted make sure she couldn't break from her binds while they worked on the Knight.

Ezri wasn't happy with this predicament, and certainly didn't like that this whole situation was all caused by that swordswoman. Then she became more worried why both of them were dragged in here in the first place. Looking at the vestments closely, she realized then that these bastards weren't Priests at all, but Cultists of some kind. Ezri stayed quiet while trying to free her hands.

Meanwhile the two Cultists were going through Elayne's belongings, and began to undress her. The more they uncovered her body, the wider their smiles grew, liking what they saw.

Slowly Elayne woke up, and the situation in which she found herself was awful. She was naked, and two of the men had tossed all items that could be used as weapons away from her, and their grins were wide. Lust for her lovely the body was like a bonfire in their eyes.

In the cell next door, Ezri feared the worst. Her bonds were too tight for her to work her way free.

The Cultists wanted to see what the Knight would do, and if she cared at all about that young thief. They pulled her up by her blond hair into a sitting position. A Cultist whispered to Elayne.

- Do you like to watch? We planned to have a little bit of fun with that thief... so lovely and young. Maybe she hasn't been with a man yet? We'll be happy to offer our company... and make sure, that she'll be taught a few things... You can watch how she begs for mercy.

Elayne felt ill when she smelled his foul breath, but his plans were more disgusting. She didn't want to watch the old men with rotting teeth abuse the half-elf woman.

Before she could think twice or shut her mouth, the words just spilled out.

- Leave her alone... Do your deeds on me.

Their smiles grew wide, and she silently cursed her own big mouth. She realized they had tricked her for her sympathies, but now she had to comply with their demands or the thief would pay the price.

The men moved closer to Elayne. The opened their robes and pulled up their tunics to reveal their semi-hard members.

- Go on then. You can take our cocks in your hands and mouth, instead of hers.

Elayne had a handful of work. She was tasked to rub both of their cocks using her hands and mouth. It was easy to stroke both of them, and Elayne's fingers moved around their hardening shafts. They seemed to be blessed with good size. The blond woman had hoped they had washed themselves better, as she had hard time forcing herself to take the foul tasting cocks into her mouth.

It did not take much before these men were breathing heavily from her labors. The two Cultists groaned and panted heavily while Elayne served them with her hands and mouth.

The whole time Ezri was watching from her own cell. While she didn't like the idea that these men could be abusing her, she would not have put her own butt on the line for this blond woman if the situation was reversed. 

Soon, Elayne was pulled up onto her knees by her hair. The first Cultist pulled Elayne closer to him.

- Rub my cock with your tits... I want to feel your soft flesh around me.

The other man moved behind Elayne, while rubbing his hard pole against the blond woman's bare back.

Elayne had to do what they told her, and soon the Cultist in front of her was groaning from the pleasure, while feeling her perky tits pressed against his hard member. Elayne squeezed her tits against his cock, while he was rubbing himself against her body, but it wasn't enough for him and his hands moved over Elayne's hands. 

He pressed her hands and breasts harder against his cock. He was looking down and loved the sight. The young blonde woman was naked in front of him and his cock between her firm tits. What could be more pleasant than this? He watched his stiff cock moving up and down between the woman's breasts. He felt how his spine started to melt too soon for his taste, but he couldn't stop it.

- UHHhhhhh

The Cultist shot his slimy load onto Elayne's face and tits.

The second Cultist laughed at his friend's quick climax and pushed him away. 

It was now his turn, and he forced Elayne to bend over. Her face was pressed against the dirty cell floor and he moved behind her. Her lovely ass was now at the right angle for him to take. He spat on his fist, rubbing his hard member for a moment and then aimed it at her darker hole. Elayne was surprised that he wanted to do her butt, and she tried to evade it. Elayne's attempt to move was stopped by the first Cultist, who greedily wanted to see how his friend took this blond swordswoman's darker hole. 

The Cultist started to force his knob into her body, and Elayne trembled from the pain, as that wasn't what she was expecting them to do to her. The sharp pain made her to cry out loud, when his pole finally gained access and slid slowly into her. Elayne was in shock as her darker hole was used, and these men kept her in this humiliating position, while doing their dirty deeds. She got what she asked for.

The man behind her groaned from the pleasure and felt her tight hole around his pole. The blonde woman felt so nice. Maybe the younger one couldn't offer the same kind of pleasure as this grown woman with a fully developed body. For him, the best thing was to humiliate this proud woman and desecrate her body by violating her darker passage.

Elayne's body trembled from the agony, and she cried out from the pain. She gasped air when he was pulling out, and cried out loudly when he thrust forward again.

The Cultist noticed that her skin was smooth and free of scars, and assumed that she must be from a noble family. This woman didn't work like farmers or traders. Her clothes and sword were made of better materials than this village could offer. No matter who she was, she was now their prisoner and her body belonged to them.

He allowed Elayne to lift her head up from the floor so that she was on her hands and knees, while he enjoyed her darker passage with his slow penetrations.

Every thrust inside her was like another slash from a whip on her. Elayne's pride was crumbling, bit by bit. Her body had accepted his tool to enter her darker hole, and soon she'll be tarnished more, when he unloads deep inside her.

Ezri couldn't escape from her cell anymore than Elayne from the grasp of these men. The thief heard every cry the blonde woman made, and saw every move the men made. Ezri could almost felt those thrusts in her and she heard her agony from the blond woman's cries. The half-elf also heard grunts of lust from the man enjoying himself with her darker hole. He panted heavily, groaned loudly and his pace was getting faster.

Then the Cultist started to shake, and with a loud groan, he shot his load into Elayne's darker passage. He filled her hole with his slimy seed, desecrating her body with his goo. Elayne slumped on the floor and tears were running on her cheeks. Tears from pain, humiliation, and feeling of incompetence to prevent all this from happening.

The Cultist behind her got up, still panting. He had his fun with her and he nodded to his friend.

Elayne felt her head was lifted a bit, but then a hard fist met the side of her head and she was knocked out cold.

The two men laughed.

- Now this proud swordswoman isn't looking so tough.

They pulled Elayne up and hung her hands in shackles against the wall. Then they poked her, confirming that she was still out cold. Now, it was the thief's turn.

Entering her cell, one of them spoke to Ezri while sneering.

- Fight back all you want. I'll just kick shit out of you. Do what we tell you, and you'll live."

As he got closer to her, she managed to kick his ankle back, but not strongly enough to make him fall. Making good on the threat, both of the Cultists roughly slapped and kicked her a few times to make the point clear.

It worked, Ezri stopped fighting and instead sobbed silently.

They yanked the half-elf up and went through her clothes to make sure that she didn't have any weapon or other items that she could use against them. Ezri felt their hands grope her everywhere. Then, they began to pull her clothes off, making her feel humiliated. She tried to cover her young body from their eyes, but her hands were pulled aside so they could see her more easily. She feared that they would do the same to her that they did to that blond woman.

Ezri was a young half-elf, and her perky tits pointed slightly upwards. She also kept a habit of shaving her pubic hair. The two Cultists liked what they saw and wanted to have some fun with her. She was pushed to her knees while her hands were kept up, and they opened their robe enough to get their hard cocks out.

The thief trembled in fear as these men told her to suck on their members. Twisting her wrist as an incentive, she was forced to comply. Ezri opened her lips and took the first cock into her mouth. She tried to do her best, but the unclean member made it hard to do so. The same man who took Elayne's darker passage, was now forcing the thief to take his dirty cock into her mouth. It smelled awful and tasted disgusting. He was so filthy that she tried not to puke.

The first Cultist was smiling and grunting in pleasure. He enjoyed feeling the young half-elf's lips around his hard member while his friend helped her get his cock down her throat by pushing her head back and forth.

Ezri heard them talking dirty about her and the blond Knight. She continued trying to please the Cultist with her mouth, and eventually she was rewarded.

The first Cultist grunted, and began to spurt his seed down her throat.

She was forced to swallow all of that salty slimy seed, and he groaned loudly from the indulgence. Two spurts of semen went into her mouth, and she had difficulties keeping it all down. Finally, he was satisfied and pulled his cock out of her coughing mouth.

The second Cultist was next, and he had a bigger cock than his comrade. Yet he didn't care if she had a problem with that.

Ezri's hands slumped down, as no one kept them up anymore. She endured the roughness at which the second Cultist used her mouth. The half-elf felt his strong hands clench her head tightly while he forced his member down her gullet. Ezri had trouble breathing, as his member was thick, it blocked her airways. His grip was painful, making her fearful that she was going to die.

Ezri felt her lungs burn from the lack of air, yet she couldn't do anything about it. She tried to push those hands away, but she couldn't match the strength of the Cultist, and she began to fade. That seemed to be the bastard's intent, as Ezri passed out. The Cultist continued using her unconscious mouth.

Then he suddenly pulled his cock out of her limp mouth and he grunted loudly. His cock spurt strands of semen on her cute face while she was out cold.

Letting her go, she slumped down on the floor, while the men laughed at her. She'll be getting some more torment later on, that's for sure.

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When Ezri awakened, the half-elf noticed that she was chained and hanging from the ceiling like a piece of meat. Elayne was still out cold in her cell next to hers.

When Elayne finally woke up in her dirty cell, the first thing she felt was a splitting headache, followed by pain from her wrists. She was hanging in a dark room with her hands shackled against the back wall, fully naked. The room looked small to her and the light source was limited to one dim lantern next to the door. She noticed that her clothes were on the floor in one messy pile. She couldn't see too clearly what was missing from there, but her sword wasn't there.

Then Elayne heard something from her side. She looked to her left where she heard the noise and saw the young thief from earlier next to her. She was also hung up and fully naked, and she seemed beaten up. The swordswoman asked quietly.

- What is your name?

The pickpocket pondered if she should just stay quiet, as that woman was the reason she was like this. She finally gave a response.

- Ezri... I'm Ezri... Thanks for the mess you made... Hope you're proud of being the White Knight.

Elayne felt awful at the anger from the half-elf shot, for she was right. Had she just let the thief steal the purse, they would not be in this predicament. She tried consoling Ezri.

- Look, I'm sorry, you are right. I didn't think these men were evil. My name is Elayne. I'll help you find a way out of here. I've been through far worse.

Of course, these words sounded hollow, given she couldn't figure out how these damned shackles work. She had been hanging there for quite some time and her wrists were hurting like hell at this point. Even if she wasn't hung up in the air like Ezri was, her body weight was on her wrists, and her arms had lost all their strength. 

Ezri remained quiet, letting Elayne figure out this problem. The Knight tried to swing herself to the side, but the only thing that changed was the pain on her wrists. It became stronger. She decided to give up for the moment and wait for someone to come to lower them down. They might have their chance then.

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Continued in Good Deeds II.

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