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Miriam's Dance with Rogues - Chapter 12

This story borrow places from the Never Winter Nights mod called A Dance With Rogues.

Genres: High Fantasy, Fan Fiction

Tags: FMM+, Bondage, Exhibition, Voyeur, Dungeons & Dragons


Chapter 12

I peeked around the corner and watched as what I presumed to be Rick Cars and his gang raped a woman. Apparently, they weren't satisfied from just robbing her of all her money and jewelry, they had to rape her as well. The screams of pain that had drawn me to them had been studiously ignored by the Dhorn patrols who didn't enter this area of the city. The dead man bleeding on the streets was all that was left of the man I guessed to be either her husband or her bodyguard. Three men stood on lookout while the rest of the them took turns and watched the woman beg for mercy. The faces were awfully familiar...

Shock ripped through me as I recognized them. They were better dressed, and cleaner, but without doubt, they were the bandits from outside Betancuria! Robin Hood and his band! But weren't there eighteen of them before? Now there were only nine. I scanned the faces looking for Robin Hood. Knowing what to look for, I quickly found Robin Hood among the gang. His impressive cock was ramming the woman's ass like a battering ram while she screamed in pain. I supposed if I was a better woman, I would try to stop them. But... I didn't want to get raped or killed and I had to find out which one of them was Rick Cars. I watched as Robin Hood ejaculated in her and pulled out. Another man immediately took his place. The woman was obviously too exhausted to scream and merely whimpered at the new penetration. She no longer had the strength to beg. Even from my distance, the torches held by the bandits showed me blood dripping from her ravaged bottom. The men showed her no consideration and laughed as they took turns with her. When they tired of her, they tied her arms together behind her back, and pulled the rope upward, tying it off to the balcony above her. I watched as they pulled the rope tight, forcing her to bend her waist to keep her shoulders from getting dislocated. She was panting, her skin shone in the torchlight from the sweat that dripped from her body as she tried to balance bent over. Her ass was presented to the men while her heavy breasts swung freely below her. The bandits laughed and began to alternate between spanking her buttocks or her tits. I could hear her begging again as one of the bandits went into the building. Moments later he returned with a long metal rod with a large metal part at the end. I was too far away to see what it was, but I watched as he put the end of the metal rod in the fire. The woman began to scream and wail again when she saw the rod getting heated up. A branding iron! They were going to brand her!

Anger flashed through me as her treatment reminded me of the way they had used my mouth. They hadn't used my pussy or my ass since they had planned to sell me, but my jaw would have probably been dislocated if I hadn't been constantly healing during sex. Of course, she didn't have the option of healing anything. Branding her would be permanent. Despite my anger though, I didn't do anything stupid and continued to watch as they branded her.

They eventually tired of her, and dragged her into one of the buildings that used to serve as a brothel. I watched them till dawn. They changed lookouts a couple of times, robbed a couple more people, killing those that were too poor. No other women stumbled into the alley for them to torture. As the sun began to peek over the walls of the city, the men withdrew into the building where they had dragged the woman they raped. Screw finding out who was Rick Cars. I was going to kill them all.

I began to walk back to the The Bear Pit tavern. I still had my waitressing gig later on today. I had watched the bandits all night, my anger, and if I was honest with myself, fear, keeping me awake. I still had to wait tables in the evening if I wanted to keep my room in The Bear Pit. In fact, I had to work till the end of the week if I wanted to get paid. I also had to find Drake and ask about the building where the artifact was held. And I had to find a way to kill nine men. I can't remember how I made it back to The Bear Pit much less the room I shared with Aaricia, but somehow I stumbled into my bed and instantly fell asleep.

Continued in Chapter 13


Miriam's Dance with Rogues - Chapter 12by Tarotvulcan

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