Rubia (2) ※NTR Description Warning※
The lifeless old woman collapsed weakly.
The spreading crimson blood stained the floor deeply.
"Tch. Filthy."
The soldiers who casually kicked her corpse aside finally stepped inside the shop.
"What's with this place? Everything's bone dry."
"Wait. That girl in the corner is mine first."
A soldier's gaze locked onto me.
Soon after, another soldier noticed me too.
"...Are you kidding? Who said you get first dibs?"
"Forgot you owe me for drinks already?"
"Damn it! That's different. I'd die before giving up a beauty like that."
The two soldiers raised their voices in argument.
Yet their eyes never left my body.
Their gazes burned with unmistakable lust.
It wasn't hard to guess what would happen to me soon.
If they could murder without hesitation, rape would be nothing.
There was no way to escape this crisis.
In that case, the best I could do was try to prevent things from worsening.
After taking several deep breaths, I stepped forward.
"...If I satisfy you both, will you promise not to harm us?"
"Huh?"
I let my shoulder straps fall and pulled my dress downward.
The large breasts confined by the worn fabric jiggled as they sprang free.
My fully exposed upper body was laid bare before them without filter.
My nipples were hardening from tension.
"Heh, look at this."
"Even bigger naked? And pink too."
I could see both were visibly shaken.
I needed to seize this momentum to divert their attention.
Lifting my dress hem, I teasingly revealed my thighs.
Supporting my breasts with one arm, I slightly arched my back.
"You can both come at once. A woman's body has many uses..."
Before I could finish, the two soldiers exchanged glances.
Then simultaneously sheathed their swords.
It worked.
No red-blooded man could resist a beauty like me.
"Been a while since I drained someone dry."
"Hey, you other sluts. Don't even think about running. Stay nicely tucked in your corners."
The soldiers' chainmail only reached their waists.
Not exactly heavy armor that would hinder intercourse.
Undoing their belts, they approached and grabbed me from front and back.
The vulgar one took the front, the serious one the rear.
"My preference's obvious, right? Perfect. I love stuffing mouths."
"Who cares about your tastes. Hey whore, these clothes are in the way."
My gathered dress was sliced away by a dagger, falling to the floor.
Completely naked without a thread left.
The soldiers' lantern on the table painted my bare skin scarlet.
"That pink's driving me crazy. Can't hold back anymore."
"Gglhk...!"
The soldier yanked my hair back, forcing his veined cock into my mouth.
His foul odor invaded my nose, unkempt pubes pricking my face.
But I didn't grimace, starting to move my tongue first.
I'd taken worse things in my mouth before.
Living as a slum whore numbs your gag reflex better than anything.
One of my few advantages.
Cold metal gauntlets gripped my waist.
The hot meat knocking at my entrance soon thrust inside.
Taking two at once was rare, but not impossible.
Especially since this might not end with just me, so I had to give my all.
I braced my feet firmly to keep my knees from buckling.
With one using my mouth and the other my hole, my legs spread wide at right angles.
"First time putting something this pretty in my mouth. Feels fucking amazing."
"Nngh..."
I moved my mouth in rhythm with the pounding from behind.
Licking the shaft, pressing against the roof of my mouth, rubbing with my lips—meticulous service.
Occasionally taking it all the way down, swallowing the head into my throat.
It wasn't particularly large, so no trouble.
While continuing the blowjob, I carefully looked up at the soldier.
His slightly parted lips showed satisfaction.
When our eyes met, he chuckled.
"Ah right. You asked if we'd spare you if satisfied? Well. Depends on your performance."
The confidence of someone holding all the cards.
It only reinforced my helplessness.
All I could do now was please them.
The gauntletless soldier roughly groped my hanging breasts.
Each persistent pinch at my nipples forced small moans from me.
"Getting into it even now? Like that, you filthy bitch?"
"Y-yeahh..."
The cock in my mouth distorted my speech.
But enough to convey my meaning.
Pleased, the soldier patted my head with a euphoric expression.
"Good girl. Keep behaving if you don't want hurt."
"...Yess."
I submitted like the lowest scum.
My heart and body had been worn down long ago.
If it meant protecting Rubyia, this treatment meant nothing.
"What's this? Having all the fun yourselves?"
Another voice sounded.
More uniformed soldiers entered with lanterns.
Of course—no way only two attacked the slums.
I quickly counted them from the corner of my eye.
Outnumbering the brothel girls.
"Ghk! Suddenly tightening...!"
I urgently contracted my walls and sucked hard on the cock in my mouth.
No time to delay.
To keep Rubyia safe, I had to take all their lust upon myself.
The brothel wasn't their main target anyway.
Satisfy them quickly and they'd leave for other prey.
Then Rubyia would be safe.
"This bitch's about to cum, swallow it all!"
Calloused hands gripped my head, preventing movement.
Hot semen flooded my throat as the meat plunged deep.
Stinking of grease—must've eaten well.
I gulped it all down with difficulty.
Then licked from base to tip before pulling the softening cock out.
Dangling limp, glistening only slightly with my saliva—perfectly cleaned.
"Whew! This one's no joke."
Meanwhile, the rear soldier reached his limit too.
My shaking hips stilled as he came inside without pulling out.
"Done playing? Move aside."
"S-sergeant! You're here."
A man a head taller than the others strode toward me.
The soldiers hastily bowed and stepped back.
No rest even now.
Steadying my wobbling body, I looked up at the so-called sergeant.
His expressionless face studied me too.
"Strange. Didn't expect a woman like you in this rotten place."
"...If I please you, sergeant-nim, will you spare us?"
I hunched my shoulders, pitching my voice pitifully.
Though aroused from sex, my mind remained perfectly clear.
Now was the time for coquetry.
The man wordlessly gestured after staring.
"You two—guard outside. The rest take your pick of women. But keep swords sheathed."
"Yes sir!"
Returning his gaze to me, he grabbed my chin.
His night-chilled gauntlet felt piercingly cold.
He shoved me back, making me stumble until a table stopped my retreat.
"Your face shows fear. Wondering why we'd raid this slum?"
"...I'd like to know, if you'd tell me."
Slums were lawless zones even for territorial guards.
Meaning only society's dregs gathered here.
This sudden violence made no sense.
"Bend over and spread."
No proper answer, but he was willing to talk.
I obeyed, leaning on the table and raising my hips.
Reaching back, I parted my cheeks wide.
"Pretty holes for a slum whore."
"Th-thank you."
Chill air seeped between my exposed folds and puckered rear.
Though spring had come, tonight felt ominously cold.
"Ghk!"
Without warning, the cold gauntlet forced into my backdoor.
Barely keeping my back from arching, I pressed my forehead to the table.
"This one's barely used, I see."
"Ngh...!"
The indifferent words accompanied his fingers withdrawing.
Teasing me like this—shoving in then pulling out.
My legs trembled from the sudden intrusion, sweat beading under my arms.
Even for me, anal wasn't easy.
"Guhk...!"
Before I could recover, his hardened cock pressed against my rear.
It gradually pushed inside with relentless force.
"Hahk, nghh..."
My clenched hole slowly yielded to the invasion.
He patted my ass approvingly.
"Tight. That's what makes it good."
The feeling of being filled where I shouldn't be.
Too thick and hard—felt like my insides were tearing.
Tears I hadn't noticed streamed down my cheeks.
Bracing against the table kept my collapsing body upright.
No matter how many times, I never got used to anal.
"Cleaning house."
The deep-thrusting cock suddenly stopped.
Buried to the hilt, his pelvis pressed flush against me.
"The Young Lord inheriting this territory has... particular enthusiasm."
I clenched my pelvic muscles, tightening around him.
Desperately gripping his twitching shaft to prevent escape.
Better to properly satisfy him than give half-hearted service.
His hot breath on my back showed appreciation for the pressure.
"The Second Prince His Highness is also scheduled to visit."
His cock withdrew only to surge back in like the tide.
Filling the momentary void completely.
But my resistance still made entry difficult.
Annoyed, he brutally slammed back in.
"We're just taking out the trash beforehand."
"Ooohk...! Aaahhk...!"
My vision whited out from overwhelming pleasure.
Legs shaking violently as obscene juices gushed from my soaked pussy.
Despite my despair, this cursed body still reacted.
"Blame the Young Lord. Ordered all you beggars purged and burned, kukuku."
"...Y-you'll really kill us all?"
"Ah, I'll spare you. Rare to find a woman like you anywhere."
His "mercy" brought no joy.
Surviving alone meant nothing.
I turned to look toward Rubyia's room.
My eyes widened in horror.
Three soldiers were moving the chair I'd barricaded.
Suddenly recalling the earlier headcount—they outnumbered the girls here.
"N-no...!"
"What? Shut up."
My hair was yanked back as I tried to shout.
Head forced up, body bent in an arch.
No mercy in that grip—scalp burning like skinned.
Fucking painful, but that wasn't important.
I wiped my tear-blurred eyes with a hand.
In that brief moment, soldiers had opened the door and were dragging Rubyia out.
"This blonde's not bad either."
Half-asleep Rubyia looked around in confusion as they pulled her.
Her wandering gaze soon met mine.
"Rene?"
"...Rubyia."
Helpless.
Facing my precious one's despair, I could do nothing.
A mere woman's body couldn't resist this violence.
"P-please..."
Three soldiers tore Rubyia's clothes off like rags.
Her emaciated nakedness exposed under the light.
"No...!"
I reached a trembling hand toward her.
But it would never reach.