Amelia stood the woman up and pushed a few inches into her dripping pussy. She was hot and tight, but not as tight as her knackered friend. Ammy gripped her by her waist and pulled her back onto her dick and slammed forward simultaneously, eliciting a high-pitched yelp into lewd moans as she pounded the woman's cunt. Ammy sank deep one every thrust, she moaned in delight as the tip kissed her cervix and spread her wide, hitting every spot that had her climax after half a minute.
The whore's twat squeezed tight when Ammy stuck a finger up her arse. She yelped and shivered. Ammy pulled her to stand up straight so she could continue stuffing her twat full. She trembled, her legs twitched. Ammy hadn't realised she'd nearly lifted the woman off the ground with the difference in their strength. She arched her back, her cunt clenched again in the haze of orgasm. Ammy let her stand on her own again, and she pushed her arse against Ammy's hips and began to ride her dick hungrily.
"All yours, Nullshader," she whispered, "All yours."
Amelia spanked the woman's arse hard and gripped her hips to pound her harder. When her orgasm came, she thrust deep into the woman's tight cunt and inundated her with a thick load. Pulled out and shoved her dick into the woman's waiting mouth as she obediently sucked like a well-trained bitch and got a dick slap for her efforts.
Amelia, sweating and still horny but needing time to relax, sat beside Esther, who leaned on her, "Was that nice?"
The two whores simply dressed, still leaking cum and left the room.
"It was like filling up two balloons," she said emptily, "It felt fantastic to shove my dick in them, but I don't care about 'em."
"That's a very masculine thought," Esther said, "Perhaps your penis is having a profound effect on how your mind works."
Ammy looked Esther's form up and down, just the right amount of curves, muscle and gentle features, "Can I have a kiss?"
She gave a kind smile, "Oh my, you just laid out two trained harlots and you want a kiss?"
"You said-"
"I'm teasing," Esther cupped one of Ammy's large breasts and leaned in for a kiss.
Amelia gently bit her lip, then ravished her with a long kiss.
The door swung open, Amelia grabbed a nearby pin off the desk, but saw more of the whores walk in, all dressed in harem outfits she'd seen on porn covers. Their bodies, a variety of the cream of the crop she'd cream.
"We should dismiss them," Esther said.
"Nah," she said, "I've got this."
"Carbyne."
"Relax, it's fine." She kissed Esther, "I'll deal with it."
Amelia stroked her cock and approached the six women who were all ready for her, "Well, girls, time to get wrecked."
After thorough pounding and rough sex with each of them over and over, Amelia sprawled out on the bed, smoking herbs from a pipe that had her as relaxed as weed and her dick still throbbing while one of the girls sucked her dick. She felt satisfied when she looked over the twats and bumholes she'd gaped and left leaking cum. Took a long drag off the pipe and glanced over at Esther, who had somehow fallen asleep in the midst of the entangling chaos of sex. She took a long breath off the pipe and exhaled as the ladies sucked her nipples, licked her balls, and gagged on her dick.
"This is the life," she let herself drift in the ecstasy.
"What's your name, Nullshader?" one of the women asked gently before kissing Amelia's neck.
"Carbyne," she managed, Yeah, like that...
"Carbyne," she whispered.
"Is it true you can come back?" A woman licked her earlobe, then traced down to the other side of her neck. "You ejaculate like a fountain."
"Yeah, I can come back," Amelia grabbed her face, she entangled tongues with her, then snogged.
The woman gagging on her cock had paced herself rapidly, trying to milk an orgasm and was rewarded when Amelia leaned back with another ejaculation that reverberated through her entire body. Her pussy was soaking her balls and the sheets. The other girls gathered around and pulled her off to all get a taste of her semen.
"How does it work?"
She shrugged, "They just draw some sigils in my room in the inn, I dunno. Ride me."
The woman waved a hand, "Get us some more herb to smoke, girls. I want Carbyne all to myself."
The girls complained and groaned as they left the room. This black haired beauty was the one in charge, and she was happy to serve. She bent over and showed Ammy her anus, which still gaped and leaked cum, then impaled herself on Amelia's dick and started to ride. It was a bit tight, but a smooth glide up and down. She squatted and rode like a pro pornstar.
"Shit," Ammy said, "You should join my harem."
"I'd love to," she glanced back with a smirk and leaned back to sink deeper and bounce her fat arse while Ammy-Mel smoked like a Blues artist in the aftershow.
"Delightful," she whispered, "Yes, and speared herself balls deep as she trembled in orgasm. Good Great Lords..." she whispered.
Ammy took a stomachful of the wine and bent the woman over to give it to her hard. She was exhausted but gracefully accepted the dicking she was getting. When Ammy filled her bowels with cum and kissed her, she felt the exhaustion of her dozen or more orgasms and decided it was time to finally get some rest... more sex tomorrow. Fuck yeah.
Akatsuki moved through the streets deftly as she approached the castle. She noted a few courtesans who were running back to the castle with soaked undergarments and arched an eyebrow at the odd sight of castle bitches moving through the streets during the alarm bells. Harlow was the first familiar face she saw, along with Sabreman and a few others who had armoured up.
"Where's Carbyne?" she arched an eyebrow.
"The Duke said he wanted to hand his formal approval for one of their specially made weapons for the task." He replied, "How's your business with your sister here?"
Akatsuki snarled.
"Shit," Sabreman said, "Let us change the topic. The Knights have requested backup; we're on our way to see them."
"Right," Akatsuki scowled, "Harlow."
"I know." He said, "I know."
"What am I missing?" Sabreman said.
"We should request at least one Knight to join us." Harlow said, "Hobbes'll want that."
"I'm returning to the Magdaleina," she said.
"When are you back?"
"Four days."
"Amelia," Esther whispered, "Amelia... please wake up Amelia, I'm begging you, please wake up."
Ammy opened her eyes. Esther had a black eye and bruises all over her face.
"E-E-Esther!?" She went to hug the beautiful woman, but her body was suspended on chains. She increased her density to make the strength difference, but her mana wasn't sufficient. She only broke one arm free, and it was promptly shot off by a heavy crossbow bolt. Amelia screamed. A man's fist cracked her jaw. Then he cauterised her wound with a hot piece of iron. The pain felt like it was fracturing her veins, every beat of her heart accelerated, thistles raked against her nerves and rang a giant bell in her ears.
When Amelia's senses recovered as she panted for breath, she realised how many fuck-ups she'd made that put them in this situation and cursed herself. If only she were smarter, more cautious—
"Shush, child, the Great Lords do not approve of loud cattle, even if you are a dazzling sight." Duchess Masa entered the room with the same pipe Amelia had been smoking from. "Esther, dear, it has been such a long time."
Esther's expression was a mask, but her eyes couldn't hide the searing hatred that flared inside her.
"That's no look to give your godmother." Masa dropped her dress, revealing a large glass strap. "Now, now, let's give Nullshade a good show."
"W-wait."
"I can use her instead."
Amelia opened her mouth to speak, but the man this time broke her jaw with his gauntleted fist. Esther would never put me through any of this... She stared at Esther, hoping to communicate with her eyes that she wanted to take it for her. Please Esther, let me deal with this for you. Please.
Esther crawled backwards on the bed, "Y-you can't do this." Her eyes went from Amelia, then back to Masa, who approached the bed, stroking her strap on.
"Time's ticking, Esther. You know we should've had you executed, but you were always so adorable. The Great Lords have blessed your beauty."
"Great Lords—" she went to throw a knife she'd kept hidden, but the man caught it and stabbed Amelia in the leg with it.
Amelia kept silent through the pain, unable to speak. The best she could do was feel no pain and present herself as a mountain— Chelsham broke through the door with a mace in his grip. He struck the man who leapt to Masa's defence and knocked him down, he lay flat in a pool of blood. Amelia noticed behind Chelsham that he had beaten several of the Duchess's guard.
"Surrender." Chelsham said.
To everyone's surprise, the duchess attacked him with the same martial arts that all the soldiers used for hand-to-hand combat. Her fist crumpled Chelsham's armour. Then she took his mace and...
Chelsham! Amelia could only watch as she crushed his skull with a heavy strike of the mace.
"He was cute," She said, licking his blood off the mace. Amelia stared at Chelsham's lifeless body, his beautiful armoured battle robes now stained with his blood.
Esther pulled at the chains holding Amelia in place, but it didn't matter. Her strength wasn't enough, and Amelia's was seemingly gone, or the chains were too strong for even density increases to make the difference.
She tried to mouth the words: Let me take it for you. But it came out as formless drivel.
Masa slapped Amelia's jaw again, a few teeth flew across the room, and she yelped from the strength the woman shouldn't have had. Her blue eyes had a strange hint of yellow to them when she glared and dragged Esther right in front of her. Esther screamed. The cunt shoved a piece of Chelsham's torn robes in her mouth and slapped her, but not as hard.
Then she spread Esther's legs.
Amelia fought with her chains to break free, but Hell unfolded right in front of her eyes. Esther cried and choked. Instead of letting her die, she pulled the cloth out of her mouth. The Duchess laughed, ignoring Esther and focused her eyes on Amelia's. Then Amelia noticed the men at the door who had come, all naked, all eyeing Esther as the Duchess violated her.
Her stomach sank into the basement.
Why is this happening?
After the fourth man, Amelia's vision had bloodied from them punching her while they... she sicked up. They were left alone in the room with Esther's near-lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling.
"Amelia..." she whispered, "I-I'm sorry... for bringing you into all of this, for my birth and for everything."
No.
"I'll do better, I'll be a good slave girl."
No.
"So don't kill me, don't throw me into the dungeon.
Esther gasped, "Why are you crying? Don't cry, it's okay."
Amelia's thoughts were taken up into a maelstrom of emotion, rage, hatred, sorrow, loss, and anguish. She was powerless. Weak, impulsive and useless. Esther, Chelsham, all she had to do was protect them. And she failed.
Worthless Nullshader, worthless Amelia.
Just like her father had beaten her, shouted her down like a fucking dog. Useless. She should run away, escape to another city. Start a new life and forget about...
Esther cupped her chin, "I'm sorry, Amelia, I'm so sorry," the sound of her weeping stung Amelia's heart. "Please don't leave me..."
Amelia stared at Esther in shock as the woman continued to apologise and embraced her.
"I'll do my best to be a good girl forever."
Masa.