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The Nilfgaardian soldiers had caught her when she fled Cintra on Lazlo's horse. A moment ago the knight had been sitting behind Ciri in the saddle, then he had fallen off his horse at full gallop and the princess rode on alone.
There was no way to stop and check on the knight, for Ciri had to flee. The Nilfgaardian soldiers were not to get their hands on her. The princess dared not think of the things they might do to her. She had heard stories from her grandmother about conquered kingdoms and what would happen to the kings and especially to the women.
Ciri pressed her knees against the flanks of her horse to make it run faster. She could hear the shouts of the soldiers, the clopping of the horses behind her growing louder. The princess bent lower over the horse's neck.
The hiss of a sword came as a surprise. She felt her horse stumble before it collapsed. She lost her footing and seconds later everything went black.
~*~*~
When she woke up, Ciri had a terrible headache. She was lying on a straw mattress. It was cold and smelled like rain. She heard muffled laughter, campfires, and raindrops pattering on.... tents?
But that wasn't what had woken her. There was something above her. Judging by the smell of the shadow above her, it was a man. Hands groped at her hips, moving up to her breasts, while at the same time something spread her legs. She felt fingers squeezing her small nipples through the thin fabric of her underwear. Ciri let out a cry.
It was dark when she opened her eyes. The roof of the tent was half covered by a bearded face grinning at her with surprisingly white teeth. The girl could smell old sweat and alcohol. Ciri looked down and saw the figure of another man between her legs, unlacing his trousers.
She opened her mouth to scream. It was louder than she had expected. The man's eyes above her widened in shock before he pressed his hands over her mouth. Her scream died away and she could barely breathe. The soldier between her legs froze with his trousers around his ankles. For seconds that felt like an eternity, nothing happened.
"What's going on?" heard Ciri from outside. Then footsteps. The tent cover was lifted and someone stepped inside, swaying.
"Don't let the commander see that!" he muttered. Obviously, he was drunk too.
The soldier between Ciri's legs knelt down and grabbed her roughly by the hips while he took his other hand from her mouth to squeeze her just-grown breasts.
This time Cahir himself heard the scream that followed.
A few seconds before Ciri was deflowered, the Nilfgaardian commander entered the tent. His gruff orders caused the soldiers to let go of the princess immediately. He had an extraordinary view of Ciri, whose dress was pushed up to her shoulders. He took more time than necessary to stare at her quivering form.
Cahir whistled with two fingers and a group of soldiers came running. They waited at the opening of the tent for his orders.
"These three will each receive thirty strikes with the whip for attempting to rape the princess. The punishment is due at dawn."
He took off his gloves and knelt down right next to Ciri. Cahir ignored the three malefactors completely as they were removed from the tent and tried to free themselves from the grip of the other soldiers. They were tied to the iron rings attached to one of the tall trees in the middle of their camp.
Cahir helped Ciri pull down her dress and sit up. He gave her his best chivalrous smile, showing all pearly white teeth. The girl looked very young and very frightened.
"From now on, no more harm will come to you, Princess Cirilla."
He pointed to two other soldiers and said, "She is not safe here. Take her to my tent."
~*~*~
Ciri’s head still hurt but she was relieved to be out of the soldiers’ range. Cahir’s bodyguards released her and left the tent when Cahir dismissed them. The princess sat down at the desk; a plate filled with bread, hard cheese and dried meat was on it.
The Nilfgaardian pointed at it while he sat down at the desk, opposite of Ciri.
“Eat something, princess. You must be starving.”
Ciri didn’t be told twice. Like a half-starved animal she devoured the food, not at all looking like a princess in the process. Cahir sneered, unseen from Ciri.
“So. You're grateful that I’ve saved you, aren’t you? I know what traditionalists the Cintran people are. Your square rules what an appropriate partner for a princess has to be like are set in stone, granted everything I read about your country is correct. The beautiful Cintran princess deflowered by ordinary soldiers. I would have been forced to hang them for that.”
He shamelessly scanned her body. Ciri noticed his look and stopped eating. She leaned back and was ready to bolt but Cahir was faster. He jumped to his feet and leaped around the table.
Then he grabbed her by the wrist, his grip was unyielding.
“You are grateful, aren’t you?” he repeated, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. “I will protect you!”
She couldn’t scream this time when he gagged her with a piece of cloth and tied it behind her head. She wasn’t strong enough to resist him tying her hands behind her back. The Nilfgaardian cleared the table with one stroke of his arm and bent the girl over it, face on the hard tabletop. Ciri could feel his arousal through their clothes as he bent over her. He whispered into her ear, “I will destroy your dirty little cunt. What a shame your father can’t be here to watch so he could have the pleasure to see his daughter being fucked.”
Still holding her with one hand, he took the knife he had used to cut his dinner earlier and sliced the back of her dress. She could feel the cold blade touching her bare skin lightly.
His fingers touched her neck and travelled down her spine to her bottom. Ciri could hear him pulling his belt out of his trousers. He took a step back and a moment later she felt a leather strap hit her bottom hard. She winced in pain. Another blow. Again and again. She began to tremble. Tears leaked from her eyes, she bit down hard on the fabric in her mouth to bear the pain. The princess’ legs became weak and she feared falling. Then suddenly it stopped. She had no time to get over the pain as she felt Cahir kick her legs wider apart with his feet. He went down on his knees to tie her ankles to the table legs.
Then he took a few steps away from her. She couldn't see what he was doing, but could hear him rummaging. Ciri was trembling with fear. What was he doing? The commander said he would protect her. That was something entirely different. She hated him from the bottom of her heart. Tears were still running from her eyes and dripping onto the table. She could hardly breathe through the gag never mind scream for help. As if some of the Nilfgaardian men would help her!
Ciri heard Cahir stepping towards her. He dropped a heavy iron mace right in front of her eyes. He groped her still warm arse with his bare hand and slapped her. Just a single time before his fingers spread her folds. Ciri felt her cheeks heat fiercely. Nobody ever touched her there .
She could hear him spat and felt his wet fingers rub the outer parts of her cunt.
Her whimper was suppressed by her gag when he forced his cock into her. There was no adjusting or stretching on his fingers. He simply pushed his prick into her most private parts.
It felt huge and didn’t seem to fit in, but Cahir kept pushing. He breathed heavily and groaned. Ciri felt a resistance, pain shot through her body, she cramped and pressed her eyes together. With an agony of pain, she felt the resistance break and then warm liquid spread inside of her. The commander kept pushing forward, groaning, while the girl cried into the cloth. When his body met hers, he pulled out and thrust inside her tense cunt again. And again. It hurt more than anything Ciri had ever felt before. Her face was wet from tears and snot.
He grabbed her messy braids and pulled them while his other hand was still pinning her to the table. He started to shake, his heavy thrusts becoming uneven before he groaned loudly and he spilled deep inside her.
Cahir breathed heavily while he took a few steps backwards and dropped onto a chair.
Minutes passed in which Ciri only heard the laughs of the soldiers, the crackling bonfires and Cahir breathing. She couldn’t stop crying and shaking in fear.
When he stood up, he kissed her neck so that she could smell his breath. The club that had been lying directly in front of her was lifted by his large hands.
"I’m sure my soldiers would prefer a tight virgin cunt, but since you’re no longer a virgin, they won't value it either. They can have your ass if they want."
As he spoke, he spread her folds again and some liquid flowed out of her. Ciri felt embarrassed. Cahir thrust the handle of the mace forward into her still aching cunt. She tried to escape, but there was only the table in front of her and her legs still connected to it. The Nilfgaardian was fucking her with the mace. Thanks to his spent there was enough glide that the club didn’t rip the princess apart, but it still felt like it. Ciri wept and more saliva trickled into the cloth in her mouth.
After an indefinite period of time Cahir pulled the handle of the mace free. Ciri groaned with relief. She felt a light pat on her backside.
"M'lady doesn't deserve to sleep on a flea-infested prison mattress. M'lady will sleep here." His voice was dripping with contempt.
With these words Cahir began to untie the rope at her ankles. Naked as she was, he dragged Ciri to his mattress, pulling her by the hair. He threw her belly down on the mattress and cut the ropes that bound her wrists. Then he pushed her onto her back. The girl knew she only had this one moment. With all her might, she kicked him between his legs. The moment Cahir whimpered and held his crotch with both hands, Ciri jumped up and fled through the tent. It was already past midnight and the camp was almost completely silent. She took off her gag and ran through the tents, always hiding in the shadows.
Against all odds, Ciri managed to escape into the forest. She ran as long as her aching body would allow. When she reached an abandoned stone quarry, she came to a stop. It was very quiet here, so she allowed herself to sit down and lean her back against the wall. She was so exhausted. One short moment to regain her breath. That was all Ciri needed. One teeny tiny second to rest her abused body. She didn't mind the cold on her naked body. Her eye lids grew heavy and drooped. Just one moment. The princess fell asleep.
~*~*~
Ciri awoke to heavy vibrating beneath her. It took her a moment to realise where she was. It was still dark, but there were already birds chirping and the faintest light broke through the trees. It seemed as if the sun would rise soon.
She looked around and concentrated on the vibrating sounds. These were footsteps, as it seemed. The moment Ciri noticed the broad creature in front of her, it was already too late. A monstrous creature was upon her and grabbed her arm with a huge, hard hand. It dragged her behind and dropped her onto a bed of moss.
Ciri could see its dangerous teeth and its huge fully hard cock pointing at her. She tore her gaze away from its scaring prick and looked the creature into the eyes. There was nothing intelligent or empathetic in the pitch-black holes that were its eyes.
“Please, don’t hurt me. Don’t touch me,” Ciri begged. She didn’t think the monster would leave her be, but she had to try it.
The monster – a troll, Ciri realized absent-mindedly – only stared at her dumbly for a moment and groped her legs again.
It pushed her legs apart with its hands and dropped down between them. With a guttural sound it pushed its thick cock into her abused cunt. She had already had a big prick and an even bigger club inside her, but both were tiny sticks compared to this huge dick that felt as hard as stone.
Ciri cried out as it stretched and thrust into her sore hole until it felt like the troll was tearing her apart. The monster wasted no time and pushed her down mercilessly with what felt like its whole weight. She noticed it twitch and moan like a wild animal before she felt something warm inside her, but it didn't stop like Cahir did. The troll took a little time to breathe before it started pounding again.
Ciri cried the whole time and wished she could pass out, but she didn't. She focused on the sky above her tormentor and saw the splendour of the rising sun, which seems to mock her with all its beautiful colours. The moment the first rays of sunlight touched the trees, the troll suddenly stopped and gawked at the light, its mouth wide agape.
The girl blinked away her tears and concentrated on the troll. Its skin seemed to be made of stone. The cock of the monster felt cold and hard, still stretching her cunt. She remembered the old fairy tales Eist had told her when she was younger. Weren't trolls petrified by sunlight? Would this be her chance to escape this situation? She dared not to hope. Ciri readied herself.
There was no chance of escape yet. The troll’s prick pinned her to the ground, its weight was on top of her, and she could not lift it off. One of its massive hands gripped her shoulder. The princess sobbed in disappointment and begged to every god and goddess who wanted to listen to save her.
~*~*~
"Stop! Troll ahead. Holy shit. Careful. It hasn't noticed us yet. If we ... Wait! It's not moving. Is it dead?"
The leader of the unit signalled his men to stop, waved a younger soldier over and whispered the command, "You go ahead. Find out!"
The unit of Nilfgaardian soldiers had not yet realized Ciri was stuck under the petrified troll, but it was only a matter of time. Ciri didn't know whether to be grateful or terrified that Cahir’s men had found this place. It was already past noon and she was freezing after hours and hours on the cold ground.
The young soldier approached, his sword ready for battle and his eyes fixed on the troll's head. He stopped a few metres in front of the troll when he finally noticed that it was not dead, but petrified. It took a few moments more for his gaze to reach the naked young girl pinned by the monster. Surprised, he jerked his head back to his unit and his commander.
"I– I think I've found the princess!" he exclaimed uncertainly. “The troll’s turned into stone. Looks like– like it was fucking her!"
The leader of the unit approached with a surprised look on his face. He huffed; his tone was arrogant. "Oi, you little slut. Can you imagine the trouble you've got our friends into? They won't be able to ride for weeks! You should’ve shut your damn face!"
He drew his longsword and strode towards the troll. With one single blow he decapitated the huge creature. The troll itself did not move, but its head crashed to the ground and shattered into a thousand pieces.
"I need you guys. Turn her over. And make sure she doesn't escape again!"
Ciri had almost resigned herself to the pain of the immobile stone cock inside her, but when one of the men pulled it out of her, it stretched her again and a searing pain flooded her whole body. A few minutes later they had managed to free the princess. They did not give her a chance to get up.
The leader of the group was on her the moment she was free and turned her onto her stomach. "I'm highest ranking, so I'm first. After that, you can have her. Hold her," he ordered his companions. Ciri counted five more soldiers. One of them walked over and pushed her arms onto the ground while two others held her feet to spread her legs. Ciri squirmed and struggled in their hold but nothing came by it. Their grip was unbreakable.
While the commander took off his trousers, the two men not pressing the girl down opened the laces of their breeches and took their pricks out. They started stroking themself while gawping at the scene before them.
The leader of the men patted Ciri’s cunt roughly. She groaned in torment.
“Since here’s no flower to pluck anymore so to say, we’ll make do with your other hole, slut.”
With that he spat on his cock and wasted no time in positioning it against Ciri's arse hole. She sobbed and begged him to stop, but he feigned ignorance and pressed forward. She cried out in pain and sobbed.
He started to fuck her with a hard pace, grunted and groaned with every thrust. Ciri scratched over the hard ground until her fingers started bleeding and her finger nails broke off. Calloused hands bored into her hips and held her in place.
When one of the soldiers, whose turn had not yet come, lowered himself to his knees next to her head with his hard cock in hand and forced Ciri’s mouth open, she cried out deafeningly. She downright shrieked .
The girl screamed louder than ever, screamed out all the pain and agony she had suffered in the last day and night, screeched with fury about her people being killed and her future destroyed. It was a scream she didn't know she could let out. A scream that made time stop for a second before releasing a circle of power around her.
A blink of an eye later, all the soldiers were dead, lying around the princess or above her, eyes still open, spittle running from their mouths. Ciri pushed their bodies off her, unable to think, and took some of the clothes they had taken off. Dressed like a Nilfgaardian soldier and with a sword in her hand, Ciri ran into the forest without looking back.