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The clank-clank-clank of bare steel on cobblestone rang through the city streets as Gwendolyn made her way out of the palace gates. The princess's guard had been remarkably detailed in his description of the location of this so-called "crime"—by Gwen's estimation, the lucky bitch they had spotted was probably getting plowed in an alley about five minutes' walk from the city center.
As she went, she removed her helmet, stopping by a convenient shop window to make sure she had the desired look: tousled enough to suggest sex, put-together enough to be pretty. Everything in order, Gwen picked up her pace, not wanting to arrive after her would-be assaulters were spent.
Though she had never once regretted her role in founding this paradise—her father had raised her as a proper slut from a young age, after all—Gwen often found herself wishing she had not been elevated to such a position. Far too few of her subordinates took advantage of her, and fewer still were creative in their use of her body. If she were a common bitch, then at least she would have some real fun from time to time…
It wasn't all bad. After all, someone had to keep the cunts in line, and there had never been a day Gwendolyn hadn't found fun in being the hand of "justice" among her fellow women.
But today she had a location, a description, and an hour to enjoy whatever might ensue. She was going to make the most of this.
After a few minutes, Gwen rounded a corner and spotted the scene: two men—one burly and middle-aged and one younger and lithe—with a brunette crouched between them. The older man had a handful of the woman's hair held firmly in one fist, and though Gwen couldn't quite make out his cock forcibly penetrating her lips, the familiar gluck-gluck-gluck and intermittent moans were a dead giveaway.
Huh. Some "rape" this was. Had the princess really made such a fuss about a little street blowjob? Prince Callan sure would have his hands full with that one.
Still, perhaps Gwen could rile these guys up a bit…?
"Hey!" She shouted, tromping towards the men with exaggerated authority. "Stop that this instant!"
The younger man paled and began to turn to scurry away. Gwen was halfway through cursing her rotten luck when the older man—still balls-deep in the brunette's throat—placed a firm hand on his friend's shoulder.
"And just who do ya think you are, cunt?" said the burly man, turning to face her.
"I'm Captain Gwendolyn of the Prince's royal guard. Unhand the woman, pig."
"Well, Captain. We ain't doing no wrong 'ere, were we? I'm jus' playing dress up with this prudish freak."
Gwen crossed her steel-clad arms across her chest.
"Honest," the man continued. "Thought she looked too… conservative. Figured I'd give the nice lady's face a good makeup job. Right lad?"
The younger of the two men still appeared frozen, unsure of what side to take.
"I said unhand her," Gwen said, trying to seem as stern as she could.
Come on ya big oaf, Gwen thought. Take the fucking bait. I'm begging you!
At that, the man turned his whole body to face her, popping his cock out of the lucky bitch's mouth. For her part, she gagged and coughed, wiping drool from her chin as she continued to dangle by her hair.
Not very pretty, thought Gwen, eyeing the woman. Not ugly, but certainly more suited to… janitorial work, rather than high-class street blowjobs. Must've been a right-place-right-time thing for her. If nothing else, the men were right about one thing: that woman was dressed far too conservatively.
Often, Gwen had found visiting dignitaries surprised at how Altemiri women dressed similarly to those in the outside world; they always expected far more street nudity here than there actually was. The fact was that, while prudish women dared not cover too much for fear of offending men, the proper sluts dared not dress too provocatively for fear of losing attention from men who enjoy a chase. The ultimate effect was that the majority of women wore pretty standard outfits, save for the odd nudist slut or prudish bitch.
This dumb cunt was one of the latter; she wore a loose, high-necked top, without even a window cut out to display her (too-small) tits. Her skirts fell practically to her ankles. No wonder she was getting this "makeup job." The man was right, a smattering of cum would improve her look dramatically.
"H-help," the pathetic thing managed between coughs. "Please. Please."
Oh, she was asking for it. Gwen couldn't help but oblige.
"You heard me. Unhand the maiden and put away your filthy cock at once."
"FILTHY?" The man growled.
Gwendolyn had excellent reflexes, honed over years at war and years spent quelling uprisings. She could see the man's open-handed slap coming a mile away; she had every chance to dodge the blow, even to deflect and deal one back in fair trade.
Instead, she let it land firmly across her cheek, then doubled over in mock pain for good measure. She worried for a split second that she wouldn't be able to feign a convincing stun, but that worry died as she felt her armored arms being tugged firmly behind her back.
Finally.
"What are you doing?" Gwen heard the younger man ask timidly. "Should you be, uh, doing that?"
"This fucking hole can't do shit," her attacker said, leaning his weight into her until Gwen's face rubbed against the cobblestone street. "Not legally, and certainly not physically. So I'm gonna show her her fuckin' place. Now shut up an' enjoy the other bitch, or get outta my hair."
From the vantage point of the ground, Gwen saw booted feet hesitantly approach the dazed and helpless woman, then her body grow rigid again as her hair was presumably pulled tightly in the young man's fist.
Good, Gwen thought. Was gettin' worried I ruined this for ya, slut.
Behind her, Gwen felt the tapping of fingers on metal as the burly man fumbled with her armor.
"From wha' I hear, there should be a latch righ' about… there we go!"
A cool draft of fresh air met Gwen's sopping slit as the metal hatch fell away. She knew exactly what he would be seeing now: both of Gwen's pink, wet holes, which she kept perfectly clean and shaved, framed nicely by a padded window in her armor. (She remembered arguing with the prince for some time over whether there should be a flap at all; she still firmly believed her dripping cunt should just be bare to the world. But the prince had practicality on his side, and so Gwen had simply ensured the hatch was as easy as possible to flick open at a moment's notice.)
"Oh yes, very nice. And you was pretending to hate this, huh?"
Gwen felt a rough finger prodding at her throbbing, soaking-wet pussy.
"Please no," she croaked in what she hoped was a convincing tone.
"Please, n-" The brunette whimpered beside her, her voice cutting off with a muffled mmph as her face was, presumably, stuffed with cock.
Gwen tried not to visibly clench as she listened to the girl get what was coming to her. It wasn't long before she felt the burly man's cock at her entrance. He seemed to waver, undecided which hole would be the best to take first. She felt a poke at her ass, then her cunt, then her ass again…
For her part, Gwen pretended to struggle, to pull away, trying her absolute best to give the man every excuse to brutalize her.
It worked. With a grunt and a growled curse, the man plunged his full, throbbing length into her waiting asshole. This he did dry, with only the remaining spit from the brunette to act as a lubricant. The result was—for Gwen—an overwhelming, searing pain. It tore through her without warning, ripping a scream from her throat she didn't need to force at all.
"Tha's whatcha get, bitch."
Gwen could hardly catch her breath as the man pumped her ass, his girth stretching her wider than the hole had been in a long, long time.
Not since daddy, she thought to herself. Daddy's used to feel just like this…
Aloud, her thoughts amounted to little more than a choked "AAAH-AH-AH-AAAH" as the man tore straight through her underused hole.
She writhed, both as part of the act and in real pain. She eventually managed to meet the tear-filled eyes of the brunette, who had fully resumed her previous role. The lithe man pounded her face almost as hard as his friend was taking Gwen's ass, his balls slapping her chin as she choked over and over on his length.
After a few mind-numbing strokes, Gwen felt her assailant exit her ass, grumbling something about her hole being too dry. Seemingly without a thought, the man swapped to Gwen's sloppy cunt, slipping his entire, disgusting, dirty length inside her waiting slit. Through a fog of ecstasy, she felt the head of his cock—still presumably slick with filth from her ass—pound straight up against her cervix. Once, twice, three times… then he was out again, returning to her ass mere moments after leaving it throbbing and empty. Using her own juices as lubrication, he slid his girthy cock right back into her puckered ass, pounding even faster and harder than before.
Fu-u-u-ck yes, Gwen thought through a haze of pain and lust. J-just an object. Just a hole. U-u-u-se me-
And the man did just that, swapping back and forth between her holes whenever he pleased.
Gwen tried to focus on the brunette's violation, but found it hard to hear much of the woman's protests over the plap-plap-plap of her own "rape." This simply wouldn't do. Gwen only had a waning hour to be a sex doll; the least this dumb bitch could do is get raped good and proper. Gwen wanted a show, gods damn it, and if the whiny little brunette wasn't going to oblige, she was going to make one happen herself.
"F-f-fine," Gwen said as the man exited her ass once again to coat his cock in her drooling cunt. She didn't need to fake the trembling, nor the stammer; her entire body convulsed in the armor, shaking at the sheer force of her assault. "Fine. Do w-what you wish with me. Just please let that poor woman go, I-"
"Hear that, Darren?" The gruff voice came from behind her back. "Bitch thinks she can tell us what to do."
Wow, that was easier than I expected, thought Gwen.
"Oh yeah? That's some nerve." The younger man still sounded too timid, but he was getting into the role. It would do.
"Why dontcha bend that bitch over? An' make sure this captain can watch. Seems like she clenches every time you make that bitch gag."
"You know, we actually weren't gonna go any further with her," the younger man said to Gwen, pulling his cock free and manhandling the sobbing brunette. "Too damn ugly if you ask me. Didn't really wanna see what sorry excuse for a hole she had down there. But now…"
Gwen did her best to hide her grin as the young man roughly turned the woman around and bent her over. The brunette weakly struggled the whole way, tears falling as she tried to form words.
"No, please," she said, her voice pleasingly pathetic. "I've only… only ever had my husband…"
Fuck that was hot. Gwen always loved the so-called "pure" ones.
"Yer husband clearly wanted this too," the gruff voice came again between brutal assaults on Gwen's ass. "Else why'd he let you out the house lookin' like that?"
"Nopleasenopleasenopleaseno," the woman said, her mind clearly racing to find an escape. She struggled in vain as her skirts were lifted and the young man positioned behind her.
"Huh. I was wrong, for what it's worth. That's a damn pretty hole you have here. Lucky husband."
"Nooo-OOO," the woman moaned, voice cracking as the man's cock pushed inside. In moments he had her by the hair again, and the wet plap-plap-plap echoed back and forth between the two men.
Gwen nearly came to orgasm on the spot, watching the rape she had helped that lucky, ugly cunt to earn today.
You're welcome, she thought, trying to flash the girl a grin. And to think you almost had to settle for giving a blowjob.
Gwen trembled on her hands and knees, half her face scraped on one side where it had been pressed into the ground. Her asshole, normally so tight and well-kept, now throbbed and gaped. The afterburn of hot, relentless friction from a girthy member railing through her bowels still stung, still throbbed, still sent jolts of pain through her gut. She clenched despite herself, and the thick seed of a stranger spilled out from her anus and over her puffy, used cunt.
She felt fantastic.
By the time the assault was halfway done, she could no longer keep the stupid, vacant grin from her scarred face. This was what she was meant for. What she was always meant for. For the first time in a long while, she felt like a kid again, feeling daddy's cum drooling out of her once-tight, childish holes.
Fuck, I needed that more than I knew, Gwen thought to herself. Fighting back the haze of four (five?) orgasms, she forced her eyes open, trying to take a measure of where the scene had gone.
What had she just been doing? Faking a cry, taking a cock back-and-forth between her holes, then… ah! Right. The brunette. Of course.
She could still hear the dumb little slut crying her eyes out and spouting some inane drivel about her husband. Ungrateful bitch. Didn't she know what a gift Gwen had given her?
Steel armor feeling like solid lead encasing her body, Gwen looked around to the source of moans and sobs. There she was—still getting railed in the cunt by the younger man. But where had his friend gone? Gwen had said something to him, right? Then he got real heated, pounded extra hard at Gwen's ass, then the world went dark…
Oh! There he was, stepping up beside his friend. Gwen still hadn't gotten a look at the ugly whore's holes (she had come to agree with the men on her looks), but the younger one kept going on and on about them.
Whatever. They couldn't have been that good, if the kid still hadn't pumped that bitch full of cum.
Gwen fumbled with one of her steel gauntlets and, freeing her right hand, got to work rubbing her used and soiled slit. Cum made for the best lubricant when fingering herself, especially when it came from a nice, classic, back-alley rape.
Smearing cum over her clit as she worked on a sixth (seventh? Eighth?) orgasm, she looked back at the ongoing activities. The burlier man was running a hand over the brunette's ass, his thick cock—slightly more limp after finishing in Gwen—still out and mostly hard.
"The captain makes a good godsdamned point," he was growling, fingers digging roughly into the woman's ass.
What had she said to him again? That must've been before she blacked out from pain and pleasure. Or during. Who knew?
"Nonononono," the woman continued, apparently aware of what was coming. "Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease nonononono-"
As much as Gwen enjoyed the sound of a bitch getting what was coming, she tried her best to tune out the annoying bitch's repetitive pleas.
"Think she's got a bit more room in there, lad?"
Oh! Gwen thought triumphantly as she worked her clit twice as fast. I remember now!
The younger man showed his pace, gesturing for the burly man to go ahead. Without hesitation, he picked the woman right up off the ground, positioning her kicking and squirming body between the two men.
At last, Gwen could get a glimpse. The younger man's cock still penetrated a few inches into the brunette's hole, but all the same, Gwen could tell a quality slit even when it was stuffed full. Tight, clean, and lined with smooth brown labia, the hole was almost as pretty as Gwen's own. Almost.
Whomever this woman's husband was, he'd been getting some nice pussy these last few years. Damn.
Gwen continued to work cum into her sopping hole as she watched the men manhandle the lucky bitch. One hooked her legs in his arms while the other held her by the neck, threatening to cut off her air if she continued to squirm. Once she was in position, the burly man began to prod at her already-full cunt with a cock that looked too large for the woman on its own.
It was so adorable how her eyes practically bulged out, how her voice—which had been screaming and crying nonstop, it seemed—cracked and wheezed out desperate calls for help. And as the second cock forced its way inside, as the brunette's dark labia parted well beyond their natural limit, the poor thing completely passed out.
This didn't stop either man from forcing their way inside, deeper and deeper, until both had filled the woman's cunt completely. At this point, the younger man nodded to his friend, giving a nonverbal signal to start; the two then began lifting the brunette up, then letting her fall back down their cocks, repeating the process as they effectively used her hole as a two-man fleshlight.
That did it for Gwen. Her cunt trembled and clenched around nothing, her vision swirled, and she lost track of reality in yet another mind-numbing orgasm.