by Renard, Loki
“Why’s that?”
“Mattias and I were down with the crowd earlier. It isn’t believed that Trissa killed the sheriff. They believe you did. They are unhappy, because their democratic leader has been ousted without them having a chance to vote.”
Pharaoh snorts. “They used to vote?”
“Yes, sir,” Elias murmurs. “There was only the one candidate, so the sheriff got one hundred percent of the votes, but it made the people feel good to imagine they had some say in the outcome.”
“That’s fucking stupid,” Cowboy snorts.
Nobody disagrees with him.
“So we have a choice,” Keanau says. “We can take Trissa and run. Or, we can stay here, and see if we can’t convince the crowd to accept us.”
“Diplomacy isn’t exactly our strong suit,” Alexios smirks.
These men came to take me for their own, but I have thrust them into more danger than they have ever faced. A mob is far more brutal and terrifying than any wild animal, single man, or even an army. An army is more disciplined and better armed, but it is under command. There is rationality to it. A mob is all the worst and most vicious traits of humanity turned into a seething, screaming bestial mass that doesn’t care about reason or logic. It just wants blood.
“We’re going to have to talk to them,” Tore says. “Try to calm them down.”
Tore has a brutal elegance about him. He is the tallest of all the men and there’s something about that pale gaze and the cold lines of his handsome face that does have potential for charisma.
“Mattias, Elias, do you two know how to set up the system so we can address the crowd?”
“Who is going to do it?” Zen asks.
“Who can talk the dick off a donkey?” Cowboy smirks.
They all look at Tore. Apparently he has a reputation for the gift of speech.
Mattias glides forward and presses a microphone into Tore’s hand, as if he was ready all along, and just waiting for the rest of the men to come to the same conclusion he already had.
“Get her out of the shot,” Pharaoh says, jerking his thumb toward me. “Don’t want them seeing her. They’ll go into a frenzy.”
Mattias and Elias pull me back a few steps, then turn the machines on that will broadcast the mercenaries all over the city.
“Why are the people rioting?” I whisper the question to Mattias.
“The sheriff was evil, but he held the factions in check. They were too afraid to fight one another. Now they are not. Now order will have to be restored again. More bloodshed. More lives lost.”
And it’s all your fault...
He doesn’t say that out loud, but I can hear it anyway.
“They liked him?”
“Crowds like men, even evil men, who keep them safe,” he explains as gently as he can. He told me that the sheriff’s death would not solve my problems, and it seems he was right. I killed one man, and now thousands cry out for justice. If they get into this place, we will be overrun. Even the most skilled mercenaries can’t slaughter a thousand people—or can they? And what if they do? How much blood will be spilled in the wake of my actions?
I suddenly feel nervous and guilty. This is my fault. This crowd is here because of me. I don’t regret what I did. The sheriff deserved to die. But I wish these weren’t the consequences of my actions.
“Greetings!” Tore booms the word across the raging crowd. Speakers echo it across the open space where they have gathered, and beyond. When the sheriff spoke, he made sure everyone listened. Now Tore has the ear of the city.
“Your sheriff is dead!”
After the brief moment of silence, a howl of furious rage rises. That is not the news they wanted to hear. He may have been a brutal dictator, but he had plenty of support from the populace.
“There will be justice! We stood witness to his death at the hands of a woman.”
The screams continue as my blood runs cold. I thought they were supposed to protect me, but Tore just told thousands of furious men that this is my fault.
“Yes, yes!” Tore’s deep voice booms, the sun glinting off his dashing pale hair. “He was struck down by one wild little wench, a girl who has never in all her life been tamed.”
“What the...” I look around at the others, my face a mask of pure betrayal.
“Don’t worry,” Mattias murmurs. “He’s doing the right thing.”
He is absolutely not doing the right thing.
“He died, because he forgot the one thing you and I never would: women cannot be trusted!”
With that, the crowd breaks into cheers. My eyes narrow, my heart pounds angrily in my chest. How dare he? I was protecting myself! I was trying to live the same kind of life any of the rest of them get to live without being worried that they’re going to be captured and put into a breeding program.
“She has been caught. She will be brought to justice—and each and every one of you will see it this very day!”
What the hell is going on?
He turns his head, his eyes meet mine, and he booms dark words into the microphone. “Bring me the woman who took the sheriff’s life! That little hussy who deserves to be punished for her crimes!”
“What? No!”
It takes four of them to grab me and bring me forward into the shot, still naked as ever. Pharaoh, Keanau, Cowboy, and Zen hold me high, the cameras panning over my naked body.
The crowd goes utterly wild. They scream and shout and cheer. They respond to me as if I am a trophy on display. The disbelief they had expressed just minutes ago that a woman could kill their sheriff is gone, lost in their visceral reaction to my body.
“This woman is wild,” Tore repeats. “She is a virgin. Never touched by a man. But she must pay for what she took from us all. A great man lies dead by her treacherous hand...”
I curse and try to twist out of the mercenaries’ grasps, but I can’t.
“Calm down,” Pharaoh whispers in my ear. “This is just for show.”
Just for show? Tore is blaming me for everything just for show? I don’t think so. I believe him, and so does the crowd.
“You will see justice done here, today. Now. You will see this woman pay for her crimes. I will take her virginity. I will breed her in the name of the city, and she will be broken beneath our cocks!”
The cries grow louder and louder.
“No!” I squirm.
Tore turns toward me, shuts the mic off for a second.
“You don’t know me,” he says. “And you have no reason to trust me. But I need to fuck you. Now. And I need to make it look good. This isn’t how you wanted to lose your virginity. It’s not how we wanted you to lose it either, but that’s the only card we have to play here.”
“I’m not going to...”
“Yes, you are,” he growls. “You’re going to give me that pussy of yours, and I’m going to fuck it nice and hard. I’m going to make an example of you. I’m going to teach you a lesson—because the alternative is that crowd coming up here and eventually doing it themselves.”
“I hate you,” I hiss.
“Hate me all you want,” he says. “You killed a man. There are consequences.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “If I killed one man...” I let the threat linger. “Ow!”
Mattias’ hand comes down hard on my tender bottom.
“Enough,” he says sternly. “Tore is right. And you are going to stop threatening to kill people.”
“Let me talk to her...” Silver interjects.
“That crowd is not going to wait forever.”
“I know, just give me a moment.”
He takes me by the hand and draws me away from the others a little way. He is the strangest looking man, handsome, but with that tattooing on his neck and the pale hue of his eyes, he almost doesn’t look entirely human. He crouches down in front of me, capturing my attention as I look down at him.
“You’re going to enjoy this,” he says.
“What?”
He looks me dead
in the eyes, and I feel myself relax, almost as if I’ve been hit with a sedative.
“You’re going to enjoy it,” he repeats smoothly and slowly. “You know you’ve been a naughty girl, and more than that, you know you’ve been craving a rough male cock inside you. You need to be punished, naughty little Trissa. You need to be bent over that balcony and fucked nice and hard until you’re very sorry for what you’ve done.”
His voice is like rich molasses, touching parts of me I didn’t know existed. My mind feels clear, but also a little fuzzy in parts.
“What are you doing to me?” I whisper the question.
He cups my cheek in his hand and gives me a mysterious silver smile. “Making this easier on you. Don’t fight this too hard. Fight it enough to make your heart beat faster and your pussy get wetter, but don’t frighten yourself out of enjoying it.”
“What are you saying?”
“I am saying, you are going to enjoy being punished with sex. You are going to entertain and atone. You are going to be one very satisfied, very well behaved girl when Tore is done with you.”
“You’re messing with my mind...”
“I’m not messing with it.” He strokes my hand, his thumb making slow circles on the back of it as he speaks, never breaking that magnetic eye contact. “I’m helping bring out the parts of you that wanted this all along. You knew there would be consequences. Go take them.”
I am going to obey. Maybe it is because Silver has addled my mind. Maybe it is because on some level, I want to obey. Taking the mercenaries in my mouth has made me deeply curious and desirous of discovering what true sex is. I have been teased for so long, now I will know what it is to be a woman.
Tore looks down at me with those lustful eyes, his elegance and handsomeness never more pronounced than now.
“Are you ready?”
I nod.
“Then come here.”
I take that final step toward him. I give myself to him and to the crowd. What happens after that step is out of my control, but I am very conscious of the fact that it was I who made it, just as I am aware that if it were not for my actions, I would not be here at all.
Tore takes me by the hips and puts me over the balcony, my ass high, my head dangling, my hair swaying in the breeze, covering my face. I catch occasional glimpses of the crowd and the big screens. The camera is now focused behind me. Mattias and Elias obviously know how this is done, because they are directing this like a movie.
“Look at this naughty little cunt,” Tore grunts as the camera gives the crowd a close-up of my pussy. “This is what happens when a woman isn’t taken properly. This is what happens when a woman is left unbred.”
I feel his cock running down the length of my slit. I feel the warm wetness of my pussy betraying me. I am ready for this. They are right. I have been ready for a very long time. I just never thought my first time would happen this way, or that so many would bear witness to it.
Tore pushes his cock inside me, just the head, but it is enough to change me forever. Tens of thousands of men watch as my virgin pussy is on the precipice of being virgin no more, the big screens displaying my sex as my outer lips give way to the head.
The camera flashes to my face, to the perfect ‘O’ my lips make as my legs are spread.
“I have to make this hurt a little,” Tore murmurs just before he plunges forward, thrusting deep, taking my virginity, my pride, my dignity all in one rough stroke.
The camera catches every expression as I am fucked, displays it to the city, and then pans back to my pussy, my puffy lower lips wrapped tight around Tore’s cock.
I scream and gasp and moan, and my voice is echoed across the city, over thousands of screens, each of them displaying my shameful defloration.
And then the surging cock begins to feel good. The stinging tightness fades to a satisfying sense of fullness. The slick wetness of my cunt helps him to slide in and out of me with little resistance—and then I understand why sex is held in such high regard. It feels amazing.
I forget the cameras. I forget the crowd. I forget everything besides the thick rod plunging in and out of me. There is no trace of virginity left. I have sucked cocks. I have tasted seed, and now I am being fucked before all who own me and all who know me. I am the sexual center of this universe for a brief moment in time, and the pleasure is spiraling through me. I feel it making every nerve in my body come alive, my toes curling, my thighs shaking, the muscles low in my tummy clenching as Tore fucks me to my first full body orgasm, roaring the victory of his claiming to the crowd and beyond as we climax together, his seed shooting deep into my well fucked pussy.
The camera is there to capture that too, the thick viscous whiteness pushed from my sex by the contractions of my inner walls. I feel it rolling down over my clit, hot and wet and I hear the unmitigated animal roar of the crowd below as they scream their approval to the stars.
“Mourn your sheriff,” Tore growls into the microphone, holding me in place with one hand on the back of my neck. “But be glad. New life will rise. And we will never allow an unbred female to wreak havoc here again.”
Chapter Eight
I am no longer a virgin, and the whole city knows it. My pussy aches and drips with cum as the mercenaries gather me in their arms and take me back into the privacy of the leader’s suite.
There, I am tended to. They examine my pussy, clean it carefully. Tore is particularly affectionate, holding me close and kissing my hair and my face and telling me what a good girl I was for him.
I curl up in his arms and I let them do with me as they will. I am exhausted on every level. I crave rest and quiet. I need time to understand what just happened, and who I now am.
All there is left to do is sleep. I have not been awake for very long, but exhaustion and satisfaction take their toll.
The sex was brutal. It has left me feeling ravaged, utterly taken apart—but also more complete. Nothing has ever felt that way, not any of the caresses, orgasms at the hands of the others, my own fingers could not begin to touch the depths Tore’s cock just found.
“Are you sore?”
I nod a little. He makes a sympathetic little sound. “Get some cream for her...”
I don’t know who he’s talking to. I curl up against his chest and I let them do what they need to do. Large hands spread my thighs, a warm cloth finds my sex. I whimper a little, but it doesn’t feel bad. It feels nice to be taken care of, and when the warm cloth becomes a cooling cream, that too has an effect.
There is no fight left in me. I am not broken, but I am drained.
“So quiet now,” Tore muses, tipping my chin up so I look him in the eye. “But no less dangerous, I’d bet.”
I don’t know if that’s true.
“Who are you?”
The question leaves my lips softly. I do not know these men. I especially do not know this man, the first to ever breach the innermost parts of my person. Tore ripped my virginity away from me, turned it into a spectacle for the crowd. I should hate him. Perhaps I do.
“Tore Olsen,” he says. “That’s my full name. You already know what I am, a mercenary.”
“Did you come to kill the sheriff?”
“Perceptive little thing,” he smirks. “My associates and I came here on a contract.”
“So you will be paid for the sheriff’s death?”
“Very well.”
“But I was the one who took his life.”
“And you shall share in the spoils.” He smiles at me. Looking into the pale blue of his eyes, I feel a chill prickling across my skin and down my spine. This man is ruthless. They all are. They came here dealing death for money, and now they have me.
“So who will become leader now?”
“That is not a question for us to answer.”
“But you know.”
“I do not,” he says, wrapping his big protective arm around my waist. “There are many possibilities. It may be that one of the men who paid us will...”
“Fifteen, in total, I think.”
My jaw drops. “I earned you fifteen bounties?”
“Indeed,” Tore says.
“I want my cut.”
He lets out a laugh. “Easy, girl. You’ll have what you need.”
“I don’t want what I need. I want what I’m owed.” I snap my fingers beneath his nose. “Pay up.”
“This is starting to become far less cute,” he warns in a growl.
“What is?” Silver dips in, interjecting without any sense of shame, or acknowledgement of the moment we were having.
“I want my money. And I want my clothes. And I want... whatever else I can think of when the time comes,” I say, pushing up and away from Tore. I grab the blanket that was put over me and wrap it around myself. “I was feeling bad about what I did. Now I know one of you was going to do it anyway.”
Silver smiles one of those enigmatic smirks. “A business-minded young woman, aren’t you. You think you should get what you’re owed?”
“I do!”
I absolutely want my money. I have been poor for a very long time. If I had riches, I could hire guards, support myself. I could be free and independent. I could have the life my parents always planned for me.
“What if you’re owed more than money?”
His voice is low and enticing. His eyes seem to flash as they draw me in. There is something magnetic about Silver, something I can’t draw my attention away from.
“What do you mean?”
“What if you’re owed sex? What if you’re owed ownership? What if you need to belong to a group of men capable of handling you? You’re a dangerous, wild little thing, Trissa, but we will succeed where others have failed.”
“Succeed in doing what?”
“Taming you, making you the good girl you want to be.”
“I don’t want to be a good girl.” That sounds petulant, because it is.
“Yes, you do. You want to be my very good girl, and Tore’s and Zen’s and Keanau’s and Pharaoh’s and Alexios’ and Cowboy’s...”
“There’s too many of you.”
“Too many all at once, sure,” Silver concedes. “But over time you will find your place with all of us. We are all very different people. We have very different things to offer.”
