Re: An Empty Confessional (Hafnium) GMed by Takimaru
Barrin would only smile in return. "
Auh, sure. You've already done more than any old beggar could ask for, though, so I will really try not to bother your rest unless it is an emergency." With that, he gave her the slightest hint of an odd look as she moved to bar the doors. Doing so wasn't an uncommon practice in Cerawal in the least; when night fell, doors were to be locked, as the city was prone to break-ins and other common forms of crime during such hours. Perhaps it had simply been so long since the beggar himself had last been in a shelter worth locking up to begin with, as he had no doubt spent most of his time in alleys, under crates and overhangs.
"
... Though I guess that is unlikely, what with your good sense," he would add, settling down and laying on his side upon the pew. His makeshift bed was hard and wooden, but no complaints would arise from the man. After all, it was his most fulfilling night in a long while. Compared to the dirty streets of Cerawal, often filled with vermin, bugs and other such unpleasant inconveniences, the pew may as well have been a full-sized mattress. That, and the air inside the small chapel, while slightly stale, was far warmer than the unforgiving chilling draft that southern Elynsor's desert nights were known for.
With that, the homeless--or temporary homed--one would find sleep rather easily, leaving Tessa to hopefully replicate such a task in the comfort of her own room. The lockbox in which her pipe and the cure to her nightly woes sat in seemed to return her gaze, tempting her with its silent siren song. But the nun's spirit, boosted in fortitude from the heart to heart conversation with Barrin, was such that she could actually refuse the call of the drug this time around. The box's hypnotic presence was suddenly masked with Tessa's cloak, and she hit the sheets.
However, it wasn't long before she felt the discomfort involved with denying her vice, not just a mental one by nature. Even her body seemed to wretch and cringe at the withdrawal. The redhead would toss and turn in bed, the act itself tiring her rather slender frame out soon enough. And then, it finally came--sleep... or something close enough to it. Another victory for Tessa.
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Yet it seemed like only an hour or two before the next challenge presented itself to her. Tessa couldn't be sure, but she heard... perhaps felt, a reverberating echo of a knocking sound coming from somewhere. Most likely the door. Maybe Barrin in need of something--or worse, Ayna had woken up in the morning to find him there without explanation?
But even if the cleric of Erion wanted to rise, her body simply wouldn't allow her to, at least, not at the moment. She could raise her hands and twitch her feet at best, but her body was still locked down from the paralysis of sleep. The knocking continued as she tried to will her muscles to move and to allow her to get up. In addition, her vision was still blurry from the quality sleep that she did get...
Suddenly, the door burst open. The collective tromp of nearly a dozen footsteps could be heard filtering into the room, and looking up would show the nun a collection of faces that she didn't immediately recognize.
"
Oh, there she is. Got yourself all nice and ready for us, I see?"
A dreadful feeling washed over her. The throng of strangers quickly proved that it wasn't an unfounded one, rushing to hold her down despite what struggles she did muster. Her sword and dagger, the tools that she had spent no small amount of money on to ensure that events like these would never happen, lay just out of reach, upon her desk, as the nameless men grabbed hold of her ankles and wrists, using their body weight and superior strength to pin the thrashing limbs to her very own bed. After getting a closer look, she vaguely began to recognize them. It was hard to be terribly sure, as the nun had essentially been shocked into waking up, but they did resemble the thugs that searched the tavern from the night before.
"
Nice thing about beggars like that guy is that you don't gotta pay 'em a whole lot to get access to a treat like this," said one mercenary to the other, casually moving to the open space left in front of Tessa. He then grabbed a handful of cloth from her collar and pulling straight down with no small amount of force, causing the fabric to tear and expose her naked body underneath. It had been so long since she was shown off in such a manner, let alone to someone who she didn't know, and the mere act of undressing her would trigger a flood of uncomfortable feelings and memories to assault her, just as the crowd before her was looking to do.
Unfortunately, they didn't wait terribly long to move on. How or why they were here was anyone's guess, but what they intended to do at that moment was utterly obvious. Four men were holding her down, one upon each limb. Even if she instinctively kicked out, it would only anger the one providing restraint and cause him to tighten his grasp upon her, painfully so.
"
Hoh, nice. Y'know, I never understood why you ladies hid all of these goods. Actually, I guess I do now, since looking at them now, I just can't resist," commented the one who had torn her clothes, placing a rough hand upon her bosom and toying with her breasts playfully; if she wore undergarments at that time, he would quickly do away with them while muttering under his breath before returning to kneading her modest bust. It was clear that he wasn't doing so for her sake, the way a lover might seek to warm her up, but more for his own personal amusement, just to see how she would react. A sadistic child, toying with an animal. Running his fingers over one of her nipples, he would give it a brief tug, then repeat the process for the other. His tactless methods easily made Tessa feel sick to her stomach, but she could do nothing as he resumed fondling the soft flesh of her mounds.
After molesting her upper body at his leisure, he slid his hands down further, grabbing her panties by the sides and sliding them down her legs. The men holding her ankles would assist him in this endeavour, and while Tessa could certainly put up a fight, they ultimately prevailed by virtue of sheer numbers. Before long, her womanhood was exposed to the intruders, who looked upon her with lewd intent. The thug in front of her, whose face she now saw to bear a noticeable and somewhat familiar scar, pushed one hand forward to tease her more sensitive spots down below, rubbing at her petals, her clit, and even going so far as to insert a finger to test her wetness after toying with her for long enough. At this point, his actions were clearly out of sadism rather than any kind of consideration for her pleasure, and so he slipped a second digit in between her folds before giving her a series of good, brisk thrusts.
He then pushed the hand he had used to do so in front of her face, showing the thickness of her juices as a strand stretched out from between his thumb and index finger. "
Not very pure of you, is it, Sister?" asked the stranger, placing extra emphasis upon her formal title.
Meanwhile, in the background, several of the men could be seen rummaging through her room. One tilted her treasured sword about in hand, testing its balance; another carelessly swished the parrying dagger through the air. A third man had discovered her lockbox, and managed to open it somehow before finding the pipe and stash of ballweed. As the imperfections of her body was exposed to this group of strangers, so were the vices of her mind. They certainly didn't make the discovery easier with their comments.
"
Hey! Ballweed! What's all this about, huh?! Haha... I'm no priest or nothin', but I thought Erion taught against these kinda things. Naughty, naughty," taunted one of the many ruffians, a bald-headed man whose scars covered his exposed dome. Despite having said as much, he took her pipe into hand, placing its stem between his fat, filthy lips and shoving a small helping of ballweed into the bowl. He turned to the others for answers, and one produced a small crystal enchanted to ignite a miniscule flame.
The one who had been fingering Tessa paused to look back at the discovery of the ballweed. Afterwards, he turned towards her once again, showing her an expression just as predatory, but with a strong touch of condescension. "
Oh. So you aren't really a nun, but just some drug-addicted whore, are ya? We'll be sure to give you what you want, then."
With that, the bald one behind him lit up Tessa's pipe along with the ballweed she had toiled so hard to earn, allowing the smoke to rise from the burning bundle. The familiar scent filled up the room much faster than normal. It was surreal how quickly the intoxicating fog grew. The whole experience was rather surreal in itself, and yet the cleric of Erion couldn't easily tune herself out, even with the influence of the drugs clouding the chamber. The effect of the ballweed calmed her nerves only slightly, but not nearly enough to where it would ease the severe distress contained in her chest... especially with what happened next.
The scar-faced mercenary, who had been using his hands to plug away at Tessa's crevice and get as much of her secretions as possible to flow forth, finally tired of the initial bout of molestation. "
Alright, enough playing around." He deemed her ready for the main act.
And as he pulled the front of his trousers down, he would show the nun that he too was primed to go. The sight of his fully erect member hovered in front of her, but Tessa could only watch as it was carefully lowered and aligned to a certain spot between her legs. The newfound urgency of the dire situation might cause the redhead to thrash and squirm with even more force, but the vise-like grip of those restraining her kept the woman from escaping. Protest as she might, it proved unable to make him think twice as he pushed himself forward without regard for her consent, entering her in one smooth motion.
How easy it was to ruin her all over again. This complete stranger had just claimed her, but he wouldn't kiss her, brush her stray bangs aside, or tell her comforting and reassuring words. This was not a mutual act of love nor companionship. It was but an insult, an exercise of power that he was now exerting over her.
Another insult followed. "
Uuuuhhh...! Damn, she's so tight I thought I wouldn't get it in there for a second." A wave of raucous laughter could be heard all around her. Worse, he wasn't one to merely linger inside of her. The first man followed up by drawing back, halfway out of her... before plunging himself right back into her depths, hilting himself once more with a prolonged sigh of pleasure. Then he repeated the process... again, and again, and again, until a steady rhythm had been established. It was happening--she was being raped, and nobody would come to save her or to stop this despicable act.
For Tessa, time seemed to have distorted itself. He could have been inside of her for six minutes or sixty, and she wouldn't know the difference. If she closed her eyes, it would only make it somewhat easier to hear the lewd comments and laughter being thrown back and forth as she was ravaged. Another sound was also prominent; the lewd slap of his hips against her own, echoing throughout the room.
But if she did open her eyes, a glance up would show the cleric a collection of grinning faces, all fixated upon her own expression. Many of the faces were somewhat nondescript and yet haunting nonetheless. What was she to show them? Despair? Defiance? Strangely, none of that seemed to have an effect, other than making the devilish smiles widen in a terrifying, almost inhuman manner. The room seemed to spin as the mercenary on top of her had his way, getting as much pleasure out of her as he could. It was very much like a dream, a bad dream, save for that she couldn't wake herself up for one reason or another.
The thugs holding her ankles spread her legs even further and back so that their cohort could penetrate her even deeper. Grunting, he placed a hand upon her waist, using the other to grab at one of her pert breasts; the other bounced back and forth from the sheer force of his repeated strokes. Pleasure rippled throughout Tessa's body, but it wasn't pleasure in the real sense, but more of a mechanical one. She had been made into a doll, a toy, a plaything and the amount of emotional distress she had felt up until that point was overwhelming, threatening at any moment to shut her down completely.
As if things wasn't bad enough, the steady sound, the pace that her violator had established, gradually began to pick up. "
Uhhh... hngh! Hahh, hahh, hnnn, hnnn, hrrnnnngh, huuhhnn!" His thrusts grew faster and harder as sweat dripped from his chin onto her chest, his visage showing a buildup of strain and noticeable tension. Tessa knew what it meant; that he was going to finish. He didn't need to announce it to her. He was going to take what he wanted and do as he pleased with the nun.
And so he did. "
Oooooooohhhhhh~!!" he groaned loudly, his single grip upon her breast tightening. A look down would show Tessa the union of their genitals, his cock pistoning in and out of her cunt. It began to throb and twitch powerfully as it pumped potent seed into her, letting the warmth deep within grow along with the feeling of helplessness and despair. Further betraying her will, her body responded to the man's orgasm with one of its own, sending uncontrollable spasms up and down her spine. Her tight cunny squeezed and milked at his rod, as if seeking to draw out even more of the substance that he was already too willing to give. And yet it was one of the last things Tessa wanted, to have this brute threaten her with a child, all the while finding so much bliss while she suffered. As her hips elevated in the involuntary climax forced upon her, the nun's heart would feel as though it sunk deep within her chest. It was utterly humiliating, degrading, to be made as a show piece, a mere source of entertainment, for these men.
"
Hrrnn! She's squeezing down on me! She likes it!" proclaimed the ruffian as he thrust back and forth a few more times to allow Tessa's quivering pussy to empty him completely. A few chuckles from the group of strangers followed. Several more bursts of his warmth tickled the entrance to her womb, and finally, he stopped, taking a deep breath before drawing himself out carelessly. His thick seed trickled from her orifice, dripping onto the sheets below. She had been utterly ruined.
And yet, to the other men in the room, it was as if she had been merely warmed up for their sakes. The scar-faced ruffian reached forward to pat Tessa on the cheek twice, content in his relief, and pulled back and away from her, having acquired satisfaction at her expense. Fortunately, he was finally done.
Unfortunately, Tessa wasn't, and this fact was made apparent once a shuffling of sorts occurred within the room's population. Any hope she did manage to fool herself into holding on to would fade quickly enough. "
Who's next?! Don't worry, everyone's getting a turn. One way or another."
The next one to have a go at her was the bald intruder, still proudly carrying her treasured pipe between his lips as smoke continued to rise out of it. He gave her an eager look and bit down on the stem of her pipe, pushing it over to one side of his mouth with his tongue.
"
So ya like ballweed, huh? Me too... meeee tooooo. I love a girl who knows how to relax. Looks like you do too. Let's have a good time!"
Yanking down the front of his pants with one hand, he exposed himself to her, advertising his apparent arousal. He took his new position between her legs, her freshly used pussy not a deterrent for him in the least. Without the slightest hint of consideration for how exhausted, tired, or broken she might have been, he pushed himself into her, finding the warm coating of spunk that his cohort laid upon her inner walls to be sufficient lubricant, especially when combined with her own fluids.
It made his entry and subsequent thrusts far easier, giving him a smoother ride overall, which only served to further excite the hairless brute. He pounded her even harder than the first to have a turn with her, his burdened huffs causing additional puffs of smoke to burst from the pipe hanging from the corner of his mouth. Forging into her at a decidedly more furious and less conservative pace, he panted with excitement as he sprinted towards his own climax, though it would be difficult not to notice an overarching sense of enjoyment from the man. The smoke filling the room seemed to grow thicker as he went on, clouding the features of the others. It was hard for Tessa to know exactly why this was happening, but it was.
"
Oh, wooooooooooow... you're hhhhottt! I'm definitely gonna cum inside you, hooooo!"
With a final cry, he buried himself as deep as he possibly could and gave Tessa's inner walls a second coating of hot spunk. The feeling made her sick, and yet her body betrayed her again, causing her to seize up momentarily and shudder. He had made her cum, and as humiliating as it was, the telltale spasms of her exposed frame were there for everyone to see. Her powerful orgasm made the man plowing her squeal in delight and continue on for a few more strokes, even after he had no more to give. After the fact, he eased himself in and out of her, rolling his head from side to side and apparently content to enjoy the experience.
As the bald man finished up, taking his sweet time to withdraw from the helpless nun, a third arrived to take his place. With a look around, Tessa could barely even count the men waiting to take their turns with her. One, two, three, four, five... they moved far too much, shifting in and out of the nameless crowd, making it even more difficult for her to know how or when this was ever going to end. Each and every one of them was going to use her; she simply knew this much. The cleric had little choice but to just let it happen, to endure, to survive the ordeal. For now, it was all she could do.
While the line of anonymous thugs took their turns fucking her, a brief exchange could be heard between them.
"
Did she stop fighting? I guess she learned her place."
"
Easier for us. Maybe we won't even have to take her through the trainer before selling her off?"
"
Don't be ridiculous. Every slave needs to go through training if you want a decent buyer."
The series of words sounded vaguely familiar. It was hard to put her finger on how or where she had heard them before, but she also had worse things to worry about.
The one humping her at that moment grit his teeth, tightened his grip upon her shoulders, and came, triggering yet another climax on Tessa's end... only to pull away moments later for the process to repeat itself with the next man to enjoy her. Even though each man had different habits, slightly different tastes and parts of her body that he paid more or less attention to, the process itself just seemed so... repetitive. Some of them had turned her over onto all fours to have their way, while others had their cohorts join in to take advantage of her other open orifices. Tessa was ravaged, again and again, by these dirty, sweaty men. Why was it so hard to go somewhere else mentally? Why, in that moment, was her mind there when that situation was the last place it should have been?
The hours seemed to blend in with each other as the swirl of voices continued and somehow became less coherent, warping into jumbled, even demonic noises. The twelfth 'customer' then took his place in front of Tessa. Or maybe he was number thirteen? Nineteen? It was difficult, no, impossible to tell.
Then, a jarring sound erupted from one corner of the room. It seemed to shake the very earth itself, as if a tremor had traveled all throughout Cerawal. It repeated itself shortly afterwards.
Tessa snapped her eyes open, bolting upright in bed. Her face was covered in a cold sweat, and her breathing was labored, as if she couldn't get enough air. She was there, in her own room... minus the men from before. A look down would show that her sleeping clothes were still intact, though her sheets were bunched up on the floor for some reason. It was empty, and her sword, dagger, and cloak--which covered her lockbox--sat quietly upon her desk.
At the door, she heard a loud rapping noise. Someone was knocking.