A second man approached with his cock out already and moved onto her, but she struggled pushing him back and shouted again. “I am not giving you lazy asses anything. Nothing, you hear?”
He tried again getting her off the chair and they wrestled around until they landed on the floor. The two men roughly got atop her. One got control of her arms and lined up himself with her mouth. The other struggled with her kicking legs and got into position to mount. Near simultaneously they were settled, and without more then some grunting, they shoved their thick cocks into her. All the fighting and cussing stopped after that.
The man on her head thrust into her while arching his head back. She was obviously doing wonderful thing with her mouth down their. It must have made him forget about the other guy fucking her. He brought his feet up and caught the man behind him across the face.
“Oi! What the shit! Move!”
A small scuffle started inside the room. Outside, the first man had come out and walked right past Marcos. He walked to the back of the house where Marcos noticed there were three very deep conveniently placed holes dug into the sandy soil.
The one the man drunkenly used as a pisshole was reinforced around the sides with timbers. He used one of the beams to steady himself as he grumbled and emptied himself. By the sound of the splatters, it was a hole almost a dozen yards deep.
Stealthily, Marcos crossed over to him and grabbed his head. With a twist, he broke his neck and let body tumble into the hole.
Returning to the window, he saw the men had gone back to fucking and had the woman on her hands and knees between them. Marcos watched in disinterest for them to finish. They used the rest of their lives plunging into the woman in deep strokes. After several minutes, the men spurted their last loads onto the woman’s back and face. Both of them then rose as the woman fell over asleep.
The two came out and went over to the wells. The two used different holes. One used the shallower of the holes while the other unwittingly pissed on his brother in his open grave. Marcos watched them bemused and crept over to the one at the deeper hole. With a light tap, the man struggled and fell into the occupied hole. During the confusion, Marcos crossed over to the other man who was laughing too hard to notice him.
He snapped his neck as he laughed and tugged the body over to the pit. Finally disposed of, he went in and snatched the woman who didn’t even struggle. Once he dropped her in, it only took a minute for the two down in the hole to get very panicky.
Above them, Marcos walked around the hole using a shovel to break the supports keeping the former well from collapsing. Before he even got to the last support, the timbers snapped under the pressure up and down the inside of the hole. A cloud of dust hit Marcos in the face as the hole shimmered and fell in.
Looking around, Marcos couldn’t see any evidence of himself. He resisted the urge to burn the building down despite going to great lengths to make a place for the girl. He left and returned to the girl well before the sun came up.
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Come morning the girl awoke with a weight upon her. She squirmed and found the man sleeping soundly. When she found herself being slept on, it was oddly comfortable knowing she fulfilled something for the man however basic. She felt immediately pleased to be so useful. Perhaps he wouldn’t find reason to hurt her.
By nearly midday, the man finally awoke. She scurried off quickly to use the bushes while he stretched and prepped the horse.
After almost a half day’s travel the man finally spoke. “Have you ever lived alone?”
“No this girl has never owned a thing. She has always served.” She said quietly.
“There is a house in a town up ahead that we will stay in tonight.” Marcos paused. “You should stay there when I leave. I will leave you money. The field was well cared for, and it’ll harvest well soon. Next season, you can get married or hire out your own servants.”
“Master does not…” She paused. “This girl can help fight. She has fought for her things when no one else cared.”
“Girl…” Marcos paused. “When you thought of it what was a pretty name to you?”
“Garalin.” She blurted quickly.
Marcos pondered it. “That sounds like a family name. I shall name you Savriee Garalin, so your children keep the name.” He paused. “You’re a young merchant’s widowed daughter.”
“Yes Master…”
“And remember your station.” He snapped.
“Yes…”
“I am your manservant. My name is Marcos.” He mused looking off.
The girl went wide-eyed. “Yes MmmMarcos.”
“Perhaps we’ll say I was a fixture during your formative years. I taught you to be very respectful.” Marcos chuckled. “The goal will be to buy the property and settle you in it so I can be off. You are free, Lady Savriee Garalin.”
Savriee gasped. “Master, this is…”
“Silence!” Marcos boomed. “I will beat you in front of everyone and sell you to the dirtiest stable boy in town if you say that word again.”
The girl flinched and paled. “This…hears and obeys.”
Marcos nodded. “Good, here is the town now.”
Roofs of straw tiled in wood planking poked out as they came out to stand over a wide clearing. The view let them see out over the slowly moving farming town. Several timber homes collected around a central road with several businesses. Compared to other villages it was large, and had two inns. Both were shoddy but clean.
Inside one inn that seemed the cleaner of the two, Marcos sat Savriee at a table and came to the front looking for the innkeeper. The man in question was a tall heavily built man with thinning hair. A greasy apron covered his front as he made a meat and pot pies for the dinner crowd.
Marcos squared up to him and leveled his shoulders back. Putting on airs sometimes helped. “Is there a magistrate?” He asked in a heavily accented voice.
The innkeeper looked closer at him and his fake high accent. “There is, I’m the town mayor.” He said whipping his gritty hands on his already soiled apron.
Marcos bit a chuckle. It wasn’t uncommon for innkeepers to hold the job. “Excellent! I am inquiring about open properties in the area.”
“We have a house around back.”
“A family lived there but they’re gone now.”
Marcos was happy people in small towns noticed so quickly. “Foul play?”
“No they just disappeared.”
“Debt?”
“Likely, they were a shady bunch, three men, and their mum who was the worst of the lot. I heard they tried robbing people on the road.”
“A pity.” Marcos lied. “Well Milady needs a house, and she can pay well for the cleaning.”
“Well, I can arrange it. Her name?” He said pulling an old registry out from another counter.
Marcos spun his tale carefully. “The Lady Savriee Garalin. She is a recent widow from Leethon. We felt it best she lived quietly in the country until she got over the loss of her dear husband. Love only happens once in a lifetime, but Amazons sadly ended it for him.”
Marcos saw Amazons were a big topic for the innkeeper. “Oi? We got the same problem.” The innkeeper leaned in and covered his mouth. “The band around here isn’t breeding. You should watch yourself.”
“I most certainly will.” Marcos mused.
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The house Marcos bought only cost a few gold coins. Marcos easily paid for it and the furniture inside. In the yard in back, the grave only appeared to be a disorganized supply pile for the other holes.
Inside the house, Savriee fluttered around her new home like a child discovering a gift. To make her more appropriate she found and wore just one dress that presented her as a wealthy if not high born lady.
Marcos stood in the center of the home and looked out the window he looked in last night. “You have this house in your name. People will come to you every once and a while in my name. You will provide them cover and aid them in whatever way you can.”
Savriee skipped over beaming and kneeled before him. “Yes…I hear and obey.”
Marcos continued. “I must leave now to find those troublesome cows. I have left money. Be sure to open a shop and sell your skills. Theses hamlets of the wild lands are excellent quiet places to get a start.”
He turned and moved toward the door. “Remember the master you serve.”
“Milord you won’t stay? Even for the night?” she blushed demurely
“No…” He said as she slid her hands up his frock.
He wriggled his hips to be ‘reluctant’ as she unbuttoned and unleashed his cock. He stood still as she pushed her head up under his robe. The difference in what she did before and now were completely different. While few blowjobs were ‘bad’, her previous attempts were intense, forced, and soulless. She likely learned in the midst of a terrorizing rape, or some other negative experience.
This was the natural blowjob a woman would give. With the playful exploration, tasting, and coddling. It was her instinctive way of sizing him up. He didn’t disappoint, his ten-inch cock backed to her throat and she helpfully gagged on it if it meant pleasing him.
She backed off finally and swirled him with her tongue as she used her hands to wring him until he shot a heavy spurt into her mouth. She clamped her lips across him for a seal. Under his robe, she was loud suddenly as she sucked out what she could and bobbed onto him with her hands on his hips.
He finally had to back off her to get out of her warm mouth. The robe pulled her down onto her hands and knees as he backed away which was good since seeing her would lead to a delay. Marcos turned, left, and came out onto the road quickly before she could beckon him.
He was several hours behind the band. His walking pace caught him up with several days. He started to pick along the recent kills. The deaths surrounding him strengthened him as he wound through the Huntresses’ ambushes.
The moved at night at a constant pace. They knew they wouldn’t be chased in the open lands between city-states so their goal was to pull hasty ambushes as they went north. By traveling at night, Marcos matched them. Slowly they all closed in on the mountainous chaos lands.
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