The trapdoor slams shut, the last I see of you being a frightened pale face looking down at me. I turn as the tower's door shakes, starts cracking, and tighten the grip on my sword. Barbarians rush in as the door shatters, with a pained cry a guardsman quickly goes down. Blood sprays against the walls as the second joins him, an axe having ripped his throat apart. I stride forward, sword lancing into the bared stomach of an invader. They double up, I'm briefly distracted by the unexpected sight of deep cleavage, and she drops to her knees as I pull back my sword. I swivel as another barbarian approaches, his eyes wild, and catch the shaft of his descending axe with my blade. The impact sends a strong shiver up my arm but I take advantage, grabbing the dagger at the barbarian's waist and burying it in him.
I risk looking around, just in time to see the third guardsman die. I realize I'm alone, that I'm surrounded by leering barbarian scum. A big one swaggers into the tower, he has to duck under the frame to enter, and from the way the others part he must be important, probably their chief. There's a shiny blur the moment after he stops in front of me, I taste blood in my mouth, and then I'm on the floor, half-lying across one of my men. I'm quickly held down and stripped, my curved flesh is exposed, and I angrily writhe as the barbarians openly stare at my tits, my pussy. The chief looms over me, there's a predatory glint in his eyes, and then his foot fills my vision before everything darkens.
When I come to I'm on my knees and the trapdoor is gone, in pieces at the foot of the ladder. You've been pressed against a wall, a barbarian's arm across your neck, and my heart sinks with dismay. You shriek as your gown is ripped, as it pools at your feet, and then you groan as a sword is planted in your toned belly. You slump when the barbarian holding you moves away, your knees spread, and then you're obscured, your killer blocking my sight of you. I can hear you gag though, can picture what's happening. He soon steps away, your eyes have dulled and blobs of cum are splattered on your slack lips, but another barbarian quickly takes his place.
The chief appears in front of me, I choke as he shoves his cock into my mouth. He sets a brutal pace, facefucks me, and I see stars as my head bounces against the wall following a hard thrust. His scent is thick in my nostrils, blood and lust, and there's a growing pressure in my chest, in my lungs. I dimly become aware of a second pressure, a large hand on either side of my head, and all I can see is the chief's abs, feel wiry hair tickling my lips and nose.
I die long before the chief shoots his seed into me, long before he grabs my legs and stretches me out. You and I are placed next to each other, legs parted in invitation. The barbarians gather around us and jostle for their place before the chief positions himself between my thighs, sinks into me with a grunt, his men then falling on us like starved animals. My mouth is filled, my fingers are wrapped around hard shafts. The same thing happens to you, the barbarians ignore the layers of cum on your face and breasts, and our bodies limply rock as we're ravished again and again.
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