Disclaimer: This is a fictitious story involving non-consent and foreign object penetration. Nothing like this should ever be replicated IRL. This is purely fantasy for entertainment.
The men stood guard outside the door as their master went in. There was a woman on the bed, shivering - she wasn't wearing anything. Her clothes had been ripped from her in preparation for this meeting. She had no idea what was about to happen. But she knew, being butt naked, that it wouldn't be good.
"Lie down on the bed". The man said, gruffly and directly. He was tall, thick and not particularly handsome. He was dirty. It looked like he hadn't bathed in months. Not that that was strange, bathing was a luxury in those days.
She slowly but surely inched her way across the bed, trying to cover herself. He chuckled at her attempts to remain modest. Once she was laying in the middle of the bed, he ripped her arms from either side and fastened them to the bed posts. She instinctively pushed her legs together, now not having anything to cover her private parts with. But before log, he had spread her legs wider than they had ever been before. She could feel a breeze on her labia, a few of her nether region hairs bristling peacefully, as if this wasn't completely humiliating.
The man took his time tying her ankles. He secured them so tight that they hurt a bit. She could not move even if she tried. Now completely spread open, she gave up. The man noticed this and grinned, "finally". Once all tied up, he took in his new conquest and headed out the door, still grinning.