Miriam's Dance with Rogues - Chapter 7

So originally, I intended for Miriam to enter Betancuria as a mercenary and help fight against the invading army" but after writing a couple chapters, I got bored. So after finding myself completely unmotivated in writing about the siege, I decided to go back, and write another scenario where things end up differently.

Chapter 7

The warm camp fire cast flickering shadows over Robin Hood's face as he sat next to me in front of the blaze. He used a thin branch to prod the embers, raising the heat temporarily as he explained. "I was wondering what we were going to do dear. Eighteen bandits, poorly armed, almost no money, half of us slightly wounded, and our base of operations occupied by that cursed Dhorn army. You have to admit, the situation seemed dire no? I was just considering disbanding our merry band, and then you stumbled right into my arms dear."

He reached out and slapped my bare ass cheeks happily. I was naked, gagged, my hands tied behind me at both wrists and elbows. Kneeling with the side of my face pressed into the ground so I could still see Robin, I had my buttocks raised vulnerably in the cold evening air. Robin's foot resting lightly on my head threatened to grind my face into the ground if I attempt to raise my head. I found myself screaming into the disgusting sock they had used for a gag and bucking my hips wildly at the pain as he continued to spank my ass to the amusement of the watching bandits.

Stopping to rub my reddened ass cheeks that he had punished, he continued his explanation in spite of my muffled moans of relief and satisfaction. "Are you wondering how you're going to help us out dear? Well, I'm going to sell you in Betancuria. I imagine after we clean you up, you'll sell for a lot. Probably enough for us to buy new weapons, clothing, and perhaps even fund our relocation! Unfortunately for us, but lucky for you dear, since we're going to sell you, we're not going to take turns using you. The potential buyers might consider you damaged goods if your cunt or butt hole gets too loose. I suppose we could all take turns using your mouth, but frankly dear, I don't trust you not to bite if you know we won't really damage you""

I groaned helplessly as his fingers began a slow dance from the globes of my ass down the short distance to my pussy. Anticipation flared through me, as he rubbed his fingers over my slit, his thumb finding and pressing gently on the sensitive little nub that quickly became engorged. I felt my nipples harden and press into the ground uncomfortably as my vagina began to throb. His insistent fingers continued to steadily drive me toward an orgasm, until I was humping my ass into his fingers and moaning into the gag uncontrollably. Then, when he sensed I was on the verge of orgasm, he backed off, leaving me unfulfilled. Whimpering, I felt my back arch as my hips tried to follow his fingers shamelessly. Taking his foot off my head, he bent down and pulled the dirty sock out of my mouth before tossing it back to one of his bandits.

"Suck Jared's cock and I'll let you finish." He commanded and gestured to one of the eager bandits who quickly stepped in front of me, pulling a large penis out of his dark leather breeches. Apparently, Robin wanted to make sure I wouldn't bite before he risked his own prick. Jared was already aroused, with precum leaking out. He eagerly grabbed my hair, pulling my head forward, and shoving his rod into my mouth despite my whimper of protest. I gagged painfully as he rammed it against the back of my throat and quickly tried to swallow to hold his large, thick penis down my throat.

"Good girl." I heard Robin comment as his fingers resumed their work on my vulnerable gasping vagina.

I moaned in response to the rhythmic plunging of his fingers into my well lubricated pussy and began to suck on the thick dick enthusiastically despite my gagging as Jared fucked my face. It wasn't long before I felt a huge wave of pleasure wash through my body. With my vagina contracting wildly around Robin's fingers, I screamed into Jared's large penis trapped in my throat. That apparently set him off and I tasted his sperm spraying into my mouth as he pulled out. I gasped in exhaustion from the orgasm and nearly collapsed, but another bandit stepped forward and grabbed my hair, pulling me back up.

I spent the rest of the night and most of the morning pleasuring all eighteen of the bandits with my mouth multiple times while they rewarded me by plunging their fingers into my sopping vagina, bringing me to orgasm again and again. I did not bite or resist. Though Robin Hood didn't mention it, I knew there were many ways to punish me that would leave me mostly undamaged. Plus, the constant blow jobs worked the magic that the Priest King of Floren had placed upon me and I felt the cuts on my feet from the panicked run in the forest healing. There was still a slight soreness in my mouth from pleasuring so many people so many times, but any damage I might have incurred during oral sex seemed to have been healed along with my feet. This healing only reinforced my decision to obey them and avoid punishment if possible. If they did punish me and found out that I would heal the wounds during sex, I somehow doubted my treatment would take a turn for the better.

Continued in Chapter 8