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The air had become chilly, the deeper night fell over the city. Faint wood smoke lingered in the air. The pavement was cold against her hands and knees as Merille crawled out into the courtyard with the laborers and guards strolling around her.

Her ass was sore from taking more cocks than she could keep track. Cum oozed from her abused hole and dribbled down her thighs as  sloshed in her bowel with the sluggish motion. Her arms and legs shook from near endless spasms and her mind was hazy from all the forced pleasure.

“Hurry it up, cunt!” Bushy-Brows said and kicked her ass.

She groaned and shivered when the thud vibrated through her core, sending a tingle from between her clit up her spine.

“I think she likes it,” Chubby chuckled.

“Come on, cunt. We don’t have all night!” Another kick landed and she whimpered in response which triggered a roaring laughter from the men.

Their degradation of her escalated after ravaging her anus for hours. They made her the official Bitch of Steele Shipping. With that title, she was to crawl on the ground like a dog at all times. They also planned to accessorize her with a collar and leash later.

Merille obeyed them through delirious pleasure at first. She even smiled gleefully when they ordered her to debase herself, calling herself a cock-slave and horny bitch. 

But the delirium slowly faded as Lapse receded to its dormant state.

Though she had regained her senses and would rather fight them to her death than submit to their humiliating commands, she dared not make that choice.

Revinne was still held captive by the drug lord. If she resisted or tried to escape, the blonde would suffer for her defiance. And even if she was a skilled fighter, taking on twenty men in her current state was impossible.

To make matters worse, her pussy still quivered from the lack of attention. The Lapse might have faded but the yearning for their cocks remained raging within her. She could probably fight through it but, without a way to rescue Revinne safely, it became a pointless struggle.

Just like Diamond Daggers, these men would eventually become careless around her. Even Kurt would let his guards down at some point. He had not seen her as a threat from the beginning so it might not take very long before she could find an opening to take him down.

Just hang in there for a few days. The chance will definitely come!

Glow-crystals filled the open space in pale yellow light. Though some of the lamps were destroyed by the fire, there was still enough left to brightly illuminate the courtyard.

The petite merc was apprehensive to come near the charred remains of the crates. She was afraid Lilac might still linger in the air and trigger another Lapse. Fortunately, only the smell of burned wood remained.

“See what you did, bitch?!” Missing-Teeth pointed at the blackened boxes. “Took me hours to pack all that shit!”

“And now yer making a mess on the floor,” Unkempt-Beard added, strolling up behind her.

He opened his hand toward the trail of murky goo between her legs. “What yer gonna do about it?” he asked, bracing both hands on his hips.

“I-I…I’m sorry…” She bowed her head submissively, doing her best to act meek and afraid.

“Sorry ain’t cuttin’ it, bitch. I told yer that,” he said. “Yer gotta clean it up!”

Merille looked at him confused for a moment before her chest tightened with trepidation. “What yer waiting for?! Lick it up! Yer a dog, aren’t yer?” he ordered.

Her brows knitted together and her stomach twisted. Licking up cum from the ground was nothing new to her. Some drunk had already ordered her to do it in the alley where the ground was much dirtier and she eagerly obeyed.

But that was when she was drunk with lust. Being forced to follow such an order with a clear mind filled her with dread and revulsion.

She gulped, eyeing the long trail of murky globs all the way into the storage. Without any other choice, she dropped her head and dragged her long across the pavement.

Goosebumps peppered her shoulders and back as she tasted the salt of their seed along with dirt. A retch rose in her chest and she fought it down with all her might. She winced as the dirty goo slid down her throat before forcing herself to lap up more.

Having to obey them without the control of her training made the experience even more demeaning and humiliating. Though she wanted to hate it, to lash out, she could not deny the gleeful acceptance of such depravity roiling in her loin.

Every slurp of their seed made her clit tingle and her pussy twitch with grotesque excitement.

“There yer go, girl. That’s more like it,” Missing-Teeth said.

The crowd parted behind her before a thump reverberated across the floor. Merille glanced over her shoulder to find the hulking guard sneering down. Her heart raced with anticipation at the sight of his monstrous cock jutting up.

His callus fingers kneaded her doughy cheeks and pulled them apart, forcing more cum to spill out. Without a word, he guided his bulbous tip to her rear entrance and rammed every inch of his massive girth into her abused ass.

The petite merc screamed. Pain and pleasure rushed through her in a jolt that made spots flare in her vision. Her fingers dug into the ground before whimpering moans replaced the cry of agony as he rutted with brutal intensity.

“Pl-Please…I-It hurts…Please have mercy…” she groaned.

“Mercy?!” he snarled. Veins bulged on his neck as he slammed in and out of her violently. “You mess with us first, cunt. Too late for mercy now!”

Each thrust filled her with agony and ecstasy. She crumbled to the ground, tears rolling down her cum-smeared face. Though she hated them, the churning heat in her loin betrayed everything. Even when she was in control, she was powerless against the depraved need.

I’m going to cum again. I’m going to cum from having a cock in my ass!

Her body involuntarily rocked back to meet his impalement, throwing herself into him willingly. Pleasure jolted through her core with each forceful impact. Gasping moans escaped her lips as she slowly gave in to lust and pleasure.

Merille stiffened suddenly. Her body jerked with furious spasms before hot gush sprayed from her stuffed pussy. She squealed hauntingly as the climax erupted.

The hulking guard did not relent, he continued to ravage her anus without pause. His hard length pulsed against her squeezing confines, stretching out her orgasm until she was breathless. Then he grunted and drove in one last time.

His flood filled her insides with searing heat, adding to the copious deposit all the men had left behind. He pumped his hips several more times before pulling out. Warmth dribbled down her trembling thighs as she lay limp on the ground like a used piece of meat.

Someone else came behind her and drove his length into her pussy. She moaned in delight, finally having the void between her folds filled. “Yes…Yes…Please fuck my pussy. Please use my pussy…” she murmured from the pavement.

“Stop wasting time talking and suck on this, bitch.” Missing-Teeth fisted her hair and yanked her face to his erection.

She opened for him reflexively. An instinctive reaction in the delirium of her climax. He pushed into her mouth and stretched out her throat with one smooth thrust before fucking her at a brisk pace. The two men rammed in and out of her callously while grunting with pleasure.

The petite merc rocked back and forth between them, unable to deny the yearning for such depravity. She moaned into the cock in her mouth while rolling back into the thrust from behind. Hatred and anger evaporated in the heat of the rising climax.

The man behind her tensed up and his fingers clenched around her waist. He rammed into her frantically for a short while before howling with release. His seed jetted into her womb, filling her with molten viscous.

The sensation triggered her own orgasm and every muscle in her body contracted abruptly. She screamed a muffled cry as Missing-Teeth pounded her face in a frenzy. His shaft throbbed wildly on her tongue.

His fingers pulled harder on her hair a moment later. He drove into her and kept her against his crotch as he squirted pungent goo down her throat. His scent enveloped her, coaxing her into gulping down his load greedily.

“Fucking bitch! Fuck…” he panted, holding her in place until his cock softened before withdrawing.

Merille tumbled to the ground, rasping and coughing from the rapturous torture. Her body still convulsed through the peak of her release as a hand pulled her up by the hair. She groaned but obediently followed without complaints.

Unkempt-Beard was waiting for her on his back, his cock throbbing as if happy to see her. She crawled on top of him and lowered herself onto his erection. A soft mewl gasped out of her with the sensation of being stretched out deliciously.

She purred with a drunken smile as she rolled atop his cock, expecting another one to stuff her ass or mouth at any moment.

But the front gate burst open with a deafening explosion, startling her from the lustful delirium. White smoke billowed in thick plumes across the courtyard, obscuring the entrance completely. Silence fell around the gathered men as confusion and shock froze them.

A massive figure broke through the dust cloud. His broadsword glinted in the moonlight, swinging down from above. The large blade cleaved into two men instantly. Blood gushed and splattered on his brown chest.

Cedrick growled, bearing his teeth like a feral beast. His steel swiped across one more time, disemboweling three more. The men staggered back in panic and confusion as if they could not tell if the deaths were real or a nightmare from their imagination.

Unkempt-Beard pushed her off and scrambled away. He lumbered away half-naked, cursing and searching for the other half of his garment.

By the time the men reacted and found weapons in their scattered clothing from the storage, half of the gathered crowd was already cut down. Red droplets filled the night air like mist, drenching the towering merc and surrounding area crimson.

Another man emerged from the fading cloud in full plated armor. An over-sized helmet sat lopsided on his head, partially covering his frightened face. Todd screamed into the courtyard, with a sword held high over his head but did not move to engage in the fight.

“G-Give back my wife and daughter, you bastards!” he cried but his words were lost in the unfolding battle.

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Merille stared at the chaotic frenzy in a daze. Though a small part of her wished the job broker would man up and come for his family himself, she never thought he would actually show up.

Clash of swords rang out and sparks flared as Cedrick took on the remaining five guards while Todd shuffled back and forth behind him. The laborers, including Berk, circled about with weapons in their hands but did not dare join in the fight.

One of the guards tumbled on his back after blocking a powerful strike. Merille scrambled toward him and kicked as hard as she could into his temple, jarring him for a heartbeat. Long enough for her to snatch the sword from his grasp.

A wide-eyed shock was all he managed before she plunged the blade in his neck. His grunt of agony, however, drew the attention of the laborers to her. They spun in her direction nearly at the same time. Their expression shifted from panic to furious in a heartbeat.

Her subservience and meek appearance from earlier had made them bold. Unlike Cedrick, they viewed her as someone they could overpower. And they were partially right.

In her exhausted state, facing five untrained men put her at a great disadvantage but it was not an odd she had not overcome before.

“Put the sword down, bitch. If you know what’s good for you,” Berk snarled but did not make a move.

The petite twirled the weapon in her hand, feeling for its weight and balance. Just some cheap scrap. Well, not like I have any other choice. Beggar can’t be chooser, can I?

“And what will you do if I don’t? Want to try and put me in my place?” She smirked and spread her arms out as if inviting him to attack.

“Bitch! You have a big mouth coz of the sword,” Bushy-Brows said, then stalked forward, showing no fear of the naked, cum-covered, fuck-hole Raven.

The others awkwardly followed a few steps behind. Merille waited with a coy smirk, glad that at least one of them was stupid enough to fall for the taunt. Her legs were still shaking from the orgasm from a few minutes ago and did not have the strength to move freely.

Bushy-Brows struck with an overhead blow. The swing was wide and clumsy and she caught it easily with her blade before slashing out. She tore through the side of his thick neck with ease, severing muscles and arteries at the same time.

Well, at least it’s sharp.

She sidestepped the staggering man as his blood sprayed from the gaping wound and lunged at the other men. They froze at the sight of their dying friend as she had hoped. Sharp steel flashed before driving into Unkempt-Beard guts.

He gasped in shock. Red bubbles gurgled from his lips as he grasped frantically at her hands but Merille pulled the sword out sideways, opening up his stomach and letting his insides spill out. His eyes rolled back into his skull before he collapsed face-first on the ground.

The men shrieked. Their hands trembled visibly. She did not allow them time to recover and rushed at the remaining three laborers.

Her legs wobbled from the exertion and she half leaped half stumbled toward Missing-Teeth. He thrust his dagger out in fright and would have taken her in the eye if she did not twist her torso in time.

The blade glanced off her cheek, drawing blood. The petite merc willed her legs to move and managed to catch her balance. With a roar, she stabbed the sword through his heart. Life quickly faded from his wide eyes.

Merille yanked the blade out and spun at the remaining men. “Still think I’m the fuck-hole Raven?” she growled.

Chubby bolted, squealing toward the blown up entrance and leaving Berk alone to fend for himself. His mouth quivered as he took an involuntary step away from her.

“Are you afraid of me now? Afraid of this cunt you just fucked senseless earlier?” she taunted, stalking forward with blood smearing her cum-drenched body and dripping from her steel.

“Y-You, bitch! Don’t make fun of me!” His voice cracked with anger as the sword shook in his grip.

A condescending smirk curled her lips as she waited for him to strike. Her legs were trembling from the earlier exertion and she might have luck on her side the next time she stumbled. With the guards occupied by Cedrick, she could afford a short break.

The noise of clashing steel drew her attention toward the towering merc. Two guards engaged him in a frenzy of sparks and flashing blades. Sweat glistened his muscled body and small cuts were oozing blood along his arms and bare chest.

Protecting Todd while facing five trained assailants had put him at a massive disadvantage. For him to have taken out three of them in such a short time was an impressive feat in its own right.

Cedrick spun away from a strike before chopping off the head of his attacker and causing the other guard to pause in his tracks. His dark eyes darted to meet her violet. Worries and anxiety played across his expression.

The attack came at him before he could say anything, leaving her puzzle at the fear in his gaze. But it was enough to put her on high alert. She scanned the courtyard for danger just as heavy footfalls reverberated across the pavement.

A hulking figure burst from behind the columns of crates. His enormous fist slammed down at her from above. She scurried out of the way just barely and avoided the brunt of his knuckles.

“What the fuck are you waiting for?!” the guard yelled at Berk. He was breathing hard and drenched in sweat. His right arm hung limp at his side with a deep gash in his shoulder.

“The bitch is acting! There’s not way she isn’t exhausted after getting fuck that hard. Use your head, fuckwad!” the large man added.

This bastard is smarter than he looks. She ground her teeth together as a knot turned in her stomach.

Another glance at Cedrick and he was struggling against the last guard. The disadvantage finally had taken its toll. Exhaustion had crept into his movements and he seemed to have trouble keeping up with his opponent.

Fuck! Aren’t you here to do the rescuing, baldy?!

With the hulking guard giving orders, the masculine laborer grew more confident. Even if the larger man had suffered incapacitating injury, the two of them could easily overwhelm her.

They discussed something too soft for her to hear before Berk circled to her left. The guard, in turn, picked up a sword and moved to her right.

Merille eyed the hulking man, contemplating her next move. He was clearly right-handed from the awkward way he swung his left fist earlier. His grip on the weapon also looked off and clumsy.

Engaging him first might work in her favor since the laborer would fall into further despair if his only chance of survival died before his eyes. But his thick muscles might prevent her from killing him quickly. She risked exposing her back to Berk if the fight dragged on for more than a few seconds.

Crystals, here goes nothing!

She glanced over at the black-haired man and lunged at him. Striking first was dangerous since her legs were not functioning properly, but the surprise outweighed the disadvantage this time around.

The masculine laborer gasped and swung down at her. She blocked his blade and slashed out at him. He stumbled back, barely avoiding the cut that would open his stomach. She rushed after him but heavy footsteps from behind forced her to leap out of the way.

A loud crank vibrated through the air as the pavement chipped from the powerful downward swing. The guard snarled in frustration, but his paling face betrayed the menacing anger he showed.

Just bleed out and die already, asshole.

“Careful there, muscle-brain. Your boss wants me alive in the morning,” she said with a smirk.

He bristled at her taunt and rushed forward. His sword came for her in a streak of silver, but the aim was off drastically. She took half a step back, letting the blade pass harmlessly. She slashed out and connected with his left arm, drawing a deep gash on his forearm.

“Bitch!” he grunted, reeling from the pain.

The hulking man stumbled sideways and shook his head vigorously. Blood seemed to drain from his face, leaving it nearly as pale as the moon up above. But the weapon remained firm in his grip, signaling his determination to keep fighting.

“Come on, muscle-brain. Is that all you’ve got?” she chuckled.

His legs shuffled toward her as his eyelids fluttered close then open rapidly as if trying to stay awake. He raised the sword with great effort before taking another clumsy step forward. Merille waited for his downward swing so she could slip in and punch a hole in his abdomen.

Berk rushed out from behind the larger man, screaming at the top of his lungs. His blade arched at her in a wide, graceless crescent. She jumped at the surprise attack but blocked his strike in time. Spark flew between them as their swords rang with the clash.

The impact reverberated through her arm and nearly jarred the blade from her hand. He followed with a downward stroke. She parried it just barely avoiding a fetal blow. Though his swings were easy to read and block, he was strong and fast.

It took everything she had to fend off his incessant barrage. Each one drew closer and closer to reach her flesh as her arms grew weaker with every violent strike. He would eventually break through her defense with sheer strength alone.

“I’m waiting, muscle-brain! Aren’t you going to attack?!” she yelled.

“Fucking bitch! I’m going to kill you!” the hulking guard rasped from behind Berk.

The black-haired laborer stopped abruptly, his eyes widening with panic realization. “Wait! N-No!” he shouted, turning to face the larger man but he was too late.

The guard swung down with all his might. The blade ripped through Berk’s chest, tearing a deadly gash from his right shoulder to left abdomen. Blood and guts burst from the massive opening before he crumbled to the ground in a lifeless heap.

The petite merc did not let the opportunity slip away, plunging her sword into the hulking man's neck and finally ending his life.

A cry snapped her attention toward the other fight. Her heart raced with apprehension as a dreadful panic squeezed her chest.

She blew out a sigh of relief at the sight of the guard on the pavement. Todd stood over him with a blood-drenched sword in his shaking hand. Their gazes met after a moment before he flashed her a lopsided grin.

Look at that, Cedrick. Your boss finally grew a pair. She smirked back at him.

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