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It was almost noon\nby the time Eve made it to the training grounds. She lingered in the doorway,\nand from behind her she could smell the smell of baking bread and grilling meat\ndrifting out from the kitchen. Soon, slaves would take lunch out to the dozen men\nstill in the yard, and the men would eat and rape before resuming their\npractice. Eve contemplated waiting for after that. They might move slower with\nfull bellies, and, when she inevitably lost, they might be less brutal if their\nballs were already drained.

\n\n

It\nwas a vain hope though. Her father was watching, and he would never allow it.\nNo matter how bad this gang rape might be, her father’s punishment for not\nfollowing his orders would be ten times worse. So, she took a deep breath, and\nwalked out.

\n\n

A few of the men stopped and stared at her.\nWith her height, she stood out from the other cunts in the manor, and she\nrarely went fully nude. “Has the pureborn come to keep us company?” one of them\nyelled, among a few whistles and other jeers. Eve bit her lip as she walked\nover to the weapon rack. They saw naked women every day. Why did they have to\ntreat her so differently?

\n\n

She\nrecognized many of them. Her father had almost five hundred men under him – an\nimpressive figure in a land where there were twenty women to every one man –\nbut the twelve in the courtyard were some of his best. Worse, among them was Bloody\nBen. A massive man who equaled Vassimir in both height and frame. His head was\ncompletely bald and he had an ugly, pig-like face. His family ran her father’s\nmines, and their cruelty was the stuff of every woman’s nightmares.

\n\n

He\nleered at her as she walked past, giving her a smile missing two teeth. The\nsight of him made her shudder. When she first reached fucking-age her father\nhad held a tournament among his men to give away her virginity. Bloody Ben won. She had dreaded the night,\nbut when it finally came it was so much worse than she had ever imagined.

\n\n

The\nservants had spent hours preparing her, getting her hair and makeup perfect,\ncoating her with oils and perfumes, and instructing her on what to say and how\nto act. “Master Ben of House Cavare, please take this worthless cunt,” had been\ndrilled into her over and over. She waited for him in a room with no bed, but\nenough torture equipment to make the most seasoned of slaves shake. Four chains\nhung from the ceiling, and she stood in front of them on her tip toes. Arms\ncrossed behind her back.

\n\n

She waited for\nhours, saying the words in her mind over and over to stop herself from\nthinking. “Master Ben of House Cavare,\nplease take this worthless cunt,” she whispered, trying not to cry and ruin the\nmascara that had been so laboriously applied. “Master Ben of House Cavare,\nplease take this worthless cunt. Please\ntake this worthless cunt. This worthless cunt.” But, when he finally entered\nthe room, drool dripping from his mouth and smelling of alcohol, the words\nfroze. Not that it would have mattered. He crossed the room in two long strides\nand struck her across the face. More punch than slap, he made her stand up\nbefore knocking her down again and again. With tears running down her face he\nchoked until she nearly passed out.

\n\n

He\ndidn’t take her though. Instead, she found out why there were four chains\nhanging from the ceiling. He manacled her wrists to the two taller ones, and her\nankles to the shorter ones. He hung there, body burning from the beating and\nthe pain of the position, legs spread wide, cunt level with his cock, but still\nhe didn’t take her. He grinned, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a\ncream. “Got this from the witch,” he said as he globbed it onto her cunt. Eve\nnearly screamed. It was freezing cold, but somehow also burned. After a moment,\nher cunt began to itch like it had been bitten by a thousand ants. She screamed\nuntil he gagged her.

\n\n

She\nwanted to be fucked. Her vagina felt like a squirming, itching cavern of need\nand pain. She had dreamed about her first fuck, in those rare moments when she\nwas left along without a chastity belt. Even at her most heated, she had never\nfelt anything like this. She wiggled her\nhips, trying to get some relief, but the air itself burned. She needed relief.\nShe could see the bulge in his pants, and she didn’t care that he was a\ndisgusting, pig-faced monster. He had a cock, and every inch of her body\nscreamed for it. But he didn’t give it. Instead, two slave girls entered the\nroom. Positioning himself and them where she could see, he fucked them in front\nof her. For hours. Her cunt burned and itched with need as she watched his\nmassive, hairy cock slide in and out of a slave girl.

\n\n

Eve\nscreamed into her gag, mind empty of everything but the pain in her vagina, and\nher intense desire to have something inside it to relieve that pain. He stood\nstraight in front of her, tip of his cock just brushing her cunt, as the two\nslaves ran their tongues up and down the sides of his member. Their hair\nbrushing against her thighs enough to make her moan with lust. He never took\nher though. He fucked them in every way imaginable, taking potions to maintain\nhis stamina, and every watched ever thrust and every cum with envy.

\n\n

Finally, he kicked\nthe slaves out, and walked over to her. He\nundid the manacles around her arms first, causing her to fall to the ground and\nhit her head. She didn’t black out though, and she felt him turn her over and\nlay on top of her. His weight pressed the air out of her, but she could feel\nhis warm member on her back and she arched expectantly.

\n\n

He\nspread her cheeks and shoved it in her ass. Eve screamed into her gag with pain\nand frustration. In and out he forced himself into her, stretching her skin and\nsending convulsions of pain through her body. He leaned by her ear, and\nwhispered “You stupid cunt. You stupid, worthless cunt. You think I want your\ncunt, you stupid whore,” over and over until he finally came. Warm seed filled\nher belly, and she nearly threw up. She would have, but the servants expected\nthis and she had been denied food the day before.

\n\n

Eve\ndidn’t know how long she lay there, or how many times he took her ass. The next\nthing she remembered he was holding a drawn sword to her neck, leering down at\nher, drool escaping the corner of his mouth.

\n\n

“This\nwill be your first fuck,” he said. She felt warm blood running down her neck\nwhere he had cut her. He was going to kill her, she could see it in his cold,\nblack eyes. He wanted to kill her, and she couldn’t move. All she could think\nabout was her burning cunt.

\n\n

“Please,”\nshe whispered. She didn’t know if she was begging him to kill her, or fuck her.\nShe just knew she wanted it.

\n\n

He\ndidn’t kill her though. Instead he removed the sword from her throat, and\nsheathed it. Then, he held it so the pommel was up, and the end rested on the\nground. Eve stared at it. It was a beautiful weapon. Her father had purchased\nit from a merchant, who claimed it had once belonged to the great knight\nGamien. Whether that was true or not, it certainly looked like a blade a great\nknight would have –polished to perfection, and with a blade so sharp you could\nalmost hear it aas it cut through the air. The sword had been Ben’s other\nreward for winning the tournament, and Eve knew exactly what he was planning. “Fuck\nit,” he ordered.

\n\n

Eve\nstood up, positioned herself over it, and spread her lower lips. The cold metal\nfelt almost soothing on her burning cunt as she lowered herself onto it. She\nstruggled around the large pommel, sure it would tear her. Only her burning\ndesire to relieve the itch, and her fear of Bloody Ben, kept her going through\nthe pain and tears. And then, it was in her, filling her. She could barely\nbreathe, and it felt wrong and foreign inside her. It was also the best thing\nshe had ever felt. She rode it. Slowly at first, but then faster and faster as\nher juices coated the handle. She rode it till her thighs burned and her\nbreasts hurt from bouncing. Ben slapped her and fondled her and called her a\nslut and a whore, as slowly, the burning in her built and built and built.\nUntil, it exploded from her and she screamed as an orgasm wracked her body.\nThen, the sword still inside her, she blacked out.

\n\n

Ben\nstill had that sword. She had seen it on his side at formal events. It sent a\nstrange feeling through her. The sight of Bloody Ben filled her with terror,\nbut the sword filled her with terror, and something else. In truth, her\nvirginity had been taken a few days after that night, when a squire boy caught\nan escaped pony girl and her father had given her to him as a reward. However,\nshe couldn’t help but think of that sword as her first lover.

\n\n

Eve grabbed a training rod from\nthe weapon rack. A simple metal rod with cloth wrapped around one end – a far\ncry from the lost weapon of Gamien. Thankfully, Ben didn’t have the sword with\nhim that day. Bloody Ben favored more brutal weapons. He had been using a\ncudgel to reduce training dummies to splinters.

\n\n

Eve gave the training rod a few\nexperimental swings, conscious of her breasts swaying as she did. She turned\nback to face the men, and found them all staring at her. She gripped the rod so\nhard it hurt, and took a deep breath.

\n\n

“My Master and Father has\nordered me to challenge any of you who will have me,” she yelled. She tried to\nsound calm, but her voice still came out higher pitched than she had wanted it\nto.

\n\n

“What do you mean challenge?” one of them called, and a\nfew of the others laughed.

\n\n

“A duel,” she answered quickly.\n“First to draw blood, fall to the ground, or be disarmed.”

\n\n

The men looked amongst\nthemselves. A few were laughing, most looked confused. Bloody Ben pushed\nthrough them, staring her down. “And when we win, cunt? What is our prize?”

\n\n

Eve swallowed, but looked him in\nthe eye. She saw no reason to maintain propriety. What she was doing was\nalready scandalous. “I am to submit to you.” She paused and looked at each of\nthem in turn. Saw the hunger in their eyes. “All of you.”

\n\n

Alfred\nwatched from the window of the grand parlor as the first of his men approached\nEve. He had expected Bloody Ben to go first, but was glad it was someone else.\nThere wouldn’t be much point if it ended so quickly.

\n\n

Not\nthat he had much hope of it lasting too long. Even from a distance, he could\nsee the man approaching Eve wasn’t taking her seriously. His stance was down as\nhe approached, and he kept glancing back to yell something to the other men.\nEve, on the contrary, was too tense. Her stance was good, but her nude body and\nwell defined build made it easy to see that every muscle in her body was\nclenched tight.

\n\n

“There\nare easier ways to test someone,” Vassimir said, stepping next to Alfred.

\n\n

“This\nisn’t just about testing her. The men need to see her as weak so they won’t\nsuspect anything.” As he said it, he glanced back at the Crests over the\nmantle, now dull and lifeless. He wondered if she had even noticed the way they\nstarted to glow when she entered the room.

\n\n

He\nturned back just in time for the first man to reach her. He carried a training\nsword – sharp enough to cut, but dull enough that it shouldn’t cause permanent\ndamage. Shouldn’t, he thought,\nfrowning.

\n\n

The\nman-at-arms made a few experimental swings at Eve. To her credit, she blocked\nwell. However, he began to swing harder, faster, and despite Eve being taller\nthan him, she was already being pushed back by the strength of his blows. There\nwere no counters, no parries, it was all she could do to block.

\n\n

“As\nI expected,” Alfred said. “You’ve done an impressive job training the cunt, but\nshe can’t overcome her nature. I appreciate the effort old friend, but this\nplan won’t – ”

\n\n

“Shhh,”\nVassimir interrupted. “Watch.”

\n\n

As\nhe said it, the man took a step forward, grasped his blade with both hands, and\nswung. Given how the duel had gone, Alfred expected to see Eve’s training rod\nknocked out of her hand from the sheer force of the blow. But instead, as their\nweapons met Eve shifted hers so it angled up and to the side. The man’s sword\nhit the angle and flew across her rod. The force carried him forward, his\nbalance gone. Eve’s body blurred as she stepped in and slammed her training rod\ninto the man’s overextended hands. His weapon fell to the ground, and Eve\nstepped past him.

\n\n

Alfred\nblinked. He had no words.

\n\n

“I\ntold you she was good,” Vassimir said. Alfred could hear the smug grin in his\ntone.

\n\n

“Yes,\nfor a woman. Not… whatever that was.”

\n\n

Eve\nturned back to face her opponent, who seemed more in shock than Alfred. He\ncouldn’t imagine the humiliation the young man must be going through. She bowed\nto him. A deep bow at the waist – respectful, but not apologetic. Alfred knew\nthat it was likely only furthering the man’s shame. Still, he couldn’t feel too\nbad for him. He had lost to a cunt.

\n\n

Thankfully,\none of the men-at-arms decided to end the farce. While Eve was bowing, a young\nman carrying an axe rushed her. By the time Eve stood up straight, he was\nbarely a stride away. But somehow, she must have noticed him, because just as\nhe raised his weapon she dodged to the side, turned, and swung her rod into his\nlegs. The man went sprawling to the ground. Just like that, she had won twice.

\n\n

“This\nwas a mistake,” Alfred muttered.

\n\n

“Having\nsecond thoughts about ordering her to a gang rape?” Vassimir asked.

\n\n

“No,”\nhe answered, gaze now locked on the remaining men-at-arms. “I’m worried she\nmight win.”

\n\n

Eve\nbreathed. Every inch of her body ached and it was only her training with\nVassimir that kept her stance solid. Her legs and arms were still sore from\ncarrying bundles of wood through the woods. Her knees and hands still ached\nfrom crawling through the manor. The cigar burn on her breast stung with every\ndrop of sweat that touched it. She had gotten a ladle of water from the kitchen\nbefore entering the yard, but even so her mouth was dry and tasted of ash. She\nwas covered in sweat and mud and a thousand tiny aches and bruises. Her heart\nwas beating so fast and so hard it felt like a sledgehammer between her\nbreasts.

\n\n

But,\nshe felt great. She had just won, twice, against men. She had only ever sparred\nwith Vassimir and her slave maid, and the maid was more like fighting a\ntraining dummy. Her father told her it was a waste of time to spar with other\nmen. They were too strong and too skilled. Vassimir told her she could once she\nmanaged to win a single duel against an old man like him. Something she had\nnever gotten close to accomplishing. Now, she was realizing that it wasn’t that\nshe was bad. It was just that Vassimir was that good.

\n\n

Still,\nshe knew the first two had been cocky, and her handful of exchanges with the\nfirst man had been enough to tell her that he was stronger than her. She wasn’t\ntoo worried though. Both of them had been slow. Slow, and filled with enough\nbad moves that, if she hadn’t been so intimidated, would have let her end the\nfirst fight in a quarter of the time. She stared back at the ten remaining men,\nand shifted her stance to a more aggressive one. They stared back at her with\nmixed, unreadable expressions.

\n\n

Then, one of them\nstepped forward. Eve wouldn’t have thought it possible, but her heart started\nto beat even faster. It was Christophe. He was a short man, and she hadn’t\nnoticed him before in the crowd. But, despite his height, he was generally\nconsidered her father’s second best fighter, after Bloody Ben. He was the man\nshe had hoped would win the tournament for her virginity. He wasn’t quite the\nsort of handsome they wrote about in poems, but with his coal black hair and\nboyish face he was good looking.

\n\n

He also had a nice\nsmile, which he wore as he approached her and said, “Well, well, well. Where\ndid you learn that?”

\n\n

“Apologies master,\nthis – ” she paused. She knew it was improper, but it seemed wrong to call herself\n‘cunt’ given the circumstances. Surely, she had shown that there was slightly\nmore to her. “This one cannot say.”

\n\n

If Christophe\nnoticed he didn’t seem offended. In fact, he smiled wider and looked her up and\ndown. Eve thought he might be searching for weaknesses in her stance, so she\ntightened it, falling into a more defensive one. But, he turned his head back\ntowards the other men and said, “I think it’s only fair that whoever bests this\ncunt gets first dibs. Aye?” Muttered grunts and nods followed. Eve didn’t dare\nlook at Bloody Ben’s response. And, this time, when Christophe turned back\ntowards her and looked her up and down, she knew he wasn’t thinking about how\nto beat her. He was thinking about what he would do when he won.

\n\n

If she was to be\nraped, he was the one she would have picked to go first. But, the way his eyes\nlooked past her defenses and at her bare breasts drove any thought of letting\nhim win from her mind. She was going to beat them. All of them.

\n\n

To her surprise,\nChristophe didn’t approach her immediately. Instead he walked over to one of\nthe weapon racks. There, he put down his sword, and picked up a training rod.\nHe gave it a few experimental swishes as he walked back to the center of the\nyard. As he did he flashed her a cocky smile. Then, more to the men than her,\nhe said, “I don’t need any advantages against a cunt.” He then held out one\nhand and beckoned her over, before falling into a stance identical to hers.

\n\n

Eve approached\ncautiously – watching for any sign of movement from Christophe. Christophe,\nstayed in place, taunting her. He pretended to yawn, before lazily rubbing his\neyes. Eve gritted her teeth, and lengthened her stride, closing the gap between\nthem. Her limbs were longer than his, so she stabbed at him from her maximum\nrange. He was ready though, and quickly dodged to the side and closer. Eve was\nready though, and immediately pivoted her thrust to a swing. Christophe quickly\nparried it, before responding with two quick counter-thrusts.

\n\n

She parried them\neasily, but her range advantage was now gone. Christophe was under her and\nswinging quickly, over and over again, with just enough power to force her to\nblock. She was a full head taller than him, and had expected her height to be\nan advantage, but at this distance it was a detriment. The iron training rod\nwas rough enough that a good hit on her bare skin would draw blood as easily as\nany blade, and her tall body meant she had more space to defend.

\n\n

Worse, he was\nfast. He kept her on the defensive as they danced around each other. All of her\nattention focused on him as he rapidly transitioned from thrust to strike to\nsweep. One moment he went for her legs, then, as soon as she blocked he was\ngoing for her shoulder, or her side. More infuriating than that though, was\nthat she could finally feel the day catching up to her. She knew she should\nhave been faster, but after the exhausting punishments her father had put her\nthrough, it was all she could do to keep up.

\n\n

She blocked and\nparried, unable to strike back. The rhythm of his attacks was rapid,\nrelentless, it was – She had to move quickly to catch a block as she realized\nsomething. His attacks were rhythmic.\nThey weren’t a series of random strikes. They were well practiced combos. That\nwas how he did them so quickly. And if they weren’t random, she could predict\nthem.

\n\n

Eve kept up the\ndefensive, letting him move her back, left, or right as he wished. Her focus\nentirely on trying to find the pattern. A sweep at her legs, a strike at her\nleft side, fall back, thrust at the center. With every attack her blocks became\nquicker, and Christophe’s eyes grew wide as he realized what was happening. He\nstruck faster now, rushed, but it didn’t matter. She knew what he would do\nbefore he did it. He tried to mix in random attacks, to keep her off guard, but\nthese were slower. She let it happen, not bothering to counter, letting him\nforce her back. A fake at her right side, transition to a thrust at her\nshoulder, and then, when he went for a downward strike, he would be open. She\nwould end it.

\n\n

He faked at the\nright side, Eve didn’t even pretend to block as she moved to stop his thrust.\nShe parried the blade up, exactly as he wanted her to, and as his blade went up\nhe stepped forward, and began to bring it down. Eve stepped back to give herself\nspace, ready for the counter-strike at his exposed ribs. And then a hand\ngrabbed her arm.

\n\n

Instantly, the\nworld around her came back into focus. The men-at-arms surrounded her. Somehow,\nduring the bout, she had been forced into the center of them. She looked back\nat Christophe, but he looked just as surprised as her. Unlike her, his surprise\nquickly turned to joy as another hand grabbed her.

\n\n

Suddenly, a\nmassive, rough, calloused hand grabbed her throat from behind. Thick fingers\nchocked off her air supply as she was lifted off her feet. Eve dropped her rod\nas she struggled against the grip, but he was too strong. “Let me go,” she\nstruggled to say.

\n\n

From behind,\nBloody Ben whispered in her ear, “You let yourself be pushed into your enemy.\nYou deserve to lose, cunt.” Then, he tossed her to the ground.

\n\n

Tears began to\nfall from her eyes as she tried to stand back up. It wasn’t fair. She knew how\nduels worked. Decorum dictated they clear the area. No one should have\ninterfered. Instead, they had just stood there, watching her get pushed closer\nand closer to them. She started to stand, but a boot pressed itself between her\nshoulder blades and forced her back to the ground. A large shadow loomed over\nher.

\n\n

“Well?” Bloody Ben\nsaid, leering down at her. “I thought you were going to submit.”

\n\n

She wiped the\ntears from her eyes, careless of the dirt she was wiping on her face as she\nlooked up at him. She made no attempt to hide the rage she felt, and glared at\nhim, shaking with fury. He smiled, and she could see the outline of his cock\ngrowing hard in his pants.

\n\n

Eve shut her eyes,\nand crawled around to face Christophe. Unable to even look at him, she laid her\nback, lifting her legs as she put her arms under them – keeping them up and\nspreading her pussy lips wide. “Please master,” she said, her voice shaking\nwith anger. “Fuck this cunt.”

\n\n

He was on her\nbefore she finished the words. His cock, larger than she would have expected\ngiven his size, speared into her, thrusting in and out. It was less rhythmic\nthan his attacks had been, but just as fast. He stared at her chests as he\npanted over her, squeezing her breasts with his rough hands. The entire time\nEve stared at his face, trying to look him dead in the eye.

\n\n

“You don’t deserve\nthis.” She had meant to say it flatly, but it came out as a high pitched\nwhisper. He looked down at her, grinned, and spat on her face. Before she could\nreact, he slapped her. She looked back up, and he slapped her again. He slapped\nher again and again, before finally taking both hands and wrapping them around\nher neck. He choked her as he thrust in and out as hard as he could – pounding\nher body like a blacksmith forging steel. Just as she was about to pass out, he\nreleased her neck, and grabbed a thick handful of her hair. He stood up,\nlifting her by hair so her head was level with his cock, and came over her face\n– smearing her nose and cheeks over his cock. His cum coated her face, dripping\ndown onto her breasts. That done, he took another handful of her crimson red\nhair, and used it to clean his cock. He tossed her back to the ground, and\nsaid, “All yours boys.”

\n\n

Two more were on\nher before she could react. One in her ass, one in her cunt, they pounded her\nbetween them. The one in back squeezing her breasts between his fingers as the\none in front spread her mouth wide and spat on her again. At some point,\nthrough the cum that covered her face, she saw Bloody Ben walking away,\nuninterested in her cunt. She couldn’t even be insulted, as the circle of men\nclosed and another one grabbed her face and forced her mouth around his cock.

\n\n

“Well that was\nshameful,” Vassimir said as he watched eleven men take turns raping one of the\nbest students he had ever had.

\n\n

“It was\nfortuitous,” Alfred said, sounding relieved. “If Christophe hadn’t pulled that\nstunt, she might have beaten him too.”

\n\n

“I don’t believe\nhe did it on purpose. I think it was pure luck.” He glanced over at Alfred, who\nwas calmly watching his daughter be raped. “Should I let them get away with\nsuch a dishonorable maneuver?”

\n\n

“What dishonor?\nShe’s a woman. The only thing dishonorable was them letting her win a single\nbout. I told you, this was about more than seeing her fight. I needed her to\nlose so the men didn’t expect anything. But also, custom dictates I lend a\npureborn to any noble guests. I intend to lend her to Moldred. He’ll see it as\nme being gracious, and the men will see it as him getting sloppy seconds.”

\n\n

“And how will your\ndaughter see it?”

\n\n

Alfred shrugged.\n“Cunt’s love this sort of thing” Down in the courtyard the men were taking\nturns having her suck them off as Christophe fucked her pussy with the training\nrod she had been fighting with. As she finished with one man, Christophe pushed\nher around with the rod in her pussy, forcing her to crawl to the next one.\n“It’s just not in their nature to admit it,” Alfred added.

\n\n

“And you’re not\nworried this will affect her odds of success?”

\n\n

“Cunt’s only know\nangry and horny, and every time I bestow her on someone for the night she comes\nback angrier than ever. Besides,” he added, turning away from the window and\nwalking back towards his seat. “She deserves it. If she had been born a boy I\nwouldn’t have to go through any of this. I took three different pureborn sluts.\nOne gave me nothing, one gave me three worthless boys, and one gave me a freak\nof a daughter.” He collapsed into his chair with a sigh. “I’m due for some good\nluck.”

\n\n

Eve lay unmoving\nas warm streams of piss covered her body. Cum, dirt, mud, and spit were washed\noff as the last of them finished on her. He aimed at her face, and her\nhalf-open mouth. What senses were still conscious were assaulted by the acrid\ntaste and smell. She couldn’t move a single muscle. The rest of the men were\nalready done, laughing as they walked off to eat a late lunch. They had played\nwith her for almost two straight hours. A long time to spend on one slave girl,\nbut some of them had never fucked a pureborn and her display had made them all\nhorny. The last of them, who Eve recognized as the first man she had beaten,\nfinished pissing on her, shaking the final drops over her breasts. He leaned\nover her and spat onto her. The phlegmy blob landed between her eye and hair,\njoining the others.

\n\n

Her aching cunt\nand asshole oozed with cum, and she feel it starting to crust around her mouth.\nHer hair was matted with cum and spit. She didn’t know why, but that felt worse\nthan anything else. Eve liked her hair. Like the vibrant red color that\nreminded her of wine or blood. She had hated when Vassimir suggested she cut it\nshorter, and if anyone else had suggested it she would have hated them for it.\nThe idea of it smelling of piss and men made her want to cry. Luckily, she had\nalready used up all her tears.

\n\n

A shadow fell over\nand she felt a new wave of despair. Why couldn’t it be done? She was exhausted – spent meat. What point was there in\nfucking her anymore? What were they getting out of it? But, when she opened her\neyes it wasn’t a man looming over her. It was a woman – smiling down at her.\nThe pureborn from earlier in the day – wearing her purple dress that revealed\nher small, pale breasts, and shielding herself from the sun with her frilly\nparasol. Her tiny nose pinched close by her fingers.

\n\n

“Well now,” she\nsaid. “You. Stink.”

\n\n

Eve moaned. It was\nall she could manage.

\n\n

“Not a bad\ndisplay, all things considered, but I suspect you still have more in you.” She\nbegan looking around her dress, as if she was searching for a pocket. Eve\nthought it odd, there were clearly no pockets in her dress. “Now, I’m sure your\nfather has his own witch, but…” From nowhere, she suddenly pulled out a small\nglass vial. Eve could see a purple liquid sloshing inside it. “I didn’t come\nall the way here to see a lame horse. I suspect this will be much better than whatever your local hedge witch brews\nup.”

\n\n

Eve had no idea\nwhat the woman was talking about. She was clearly no witch. Witches weren’t,\nwell, her father had used the word ‘fuckable,’ and every one she had ever seen\nfit that description. They were the only women Eve had ever seen with wrinkles,\npresumable their usefulness making them the only ones allowed to live that\nlong, and the only ones with boils, warts, or other flaws. Witches were needed\nto manage the woman-farms, to help create non-pureborn women, and create the\nbrands on their cunts. When Eve was finally sold a witch would be there to\nenchant the brand that carried her husband’s family seal. They also made\nelixirs and potions to keep both slaves and soldiers healthy. But, they were\nalso dangerous, horrid looking monsters. They had to be tightly controlled, and\nany pureborn who showed even the slightest hint of magic was immediately taken\nby the inquisitors to be trained or culled.

\n\n

These thoughts ran\nthrough Eve’s exhausted mind in a delirious, dreamlike order. In between them,\nshe stared at the short woman who looked down at her, thought she was very\npretty, and wondered if she had ever been gang raped. Looking at her small\nframe, Eve doubted it. She wouldn’t survive.

\n\n

The woman smiled,\nand pulled the stopper out of her bottle. “If you would like me to stop, just\nsay something,” she said with a laugh.

\n\n

Eve tried to say\nsomething. She had already had enough liquids poured into her for one day. But,\nall she managed was to choke on some of the cum and piss in her throat. A\nbubble of cum rose out of her nose as she spluttered. It popped, and she felt a\nsting as some landed in her eye. The woman just laughed, and tipped the purple\nliquid down her throat. With a single, dainty finger, she lifted Eve’s jaw up\nso her mouth was closed, leaving Eve no choice but to swallow. Eve couldn’t\neven taste the liquid through the lingering scent of piss.

\n\n

The woman smiled,\nand the bottle disappeared to wherever it had come from. “Good girl,” she said.\n“Oh, and I should warn you,” she began, pushing one finger into her own cheek\nand crossing the other arm over her chest. “It may sting a bit.” Then, without\nfurther explanation, she left.

\n\n

Eve wondered what\nshe meant for all of ten seconds. Then, she felt her organs start to burn.

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