CW: Restraints, break-in, reluctance.
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"Shit, I think she's awake," a gruff voice whispered as Talielle opened her eyes in her dark, simple inn room. Snapped out of her trance by the sound of something heavy being dropped, Talielle's eyes darted around her room, seeing that four bandits had somehow made their way into her room while she rested. Still exhausted from a day of travel that had ended with her and her allies fighting for their lives against a pair of massive trolls in the nearby Kingsbane Mountains, she realized that she had forgotten to lock the door. Talielle reached for her quarterstaff which she always kept at her bedside, but instead found the arm of one of these bandits who grabbed it and pulled her out of the bed.
"Oh, well what have we here," the bandit holding Talielle's wrist sneered, as Talielle's nude form was yanked out from the privacy of her bedsheets and onto the wood floor. "Seems she likes to sleep in the nude. I can see why," he continued. Suddenly, Talielle became acutely aware of the four pairs of eyes now beholding her. A slender half-elven woman, many who came across Talielle found her beautiful. Her auburn hair fell in light curls just past her shoulders. A woman of the wilds, Talielle's skin was tanned and toned from a lifetime roaming the forests and communing with the spirits of nature. As part of her druidic nature, Talielle preferred sleeping outside amongst the flora and fauna, maintaining as close of a relationship with the natural world as she could. However, the trials and tribulations of the day had left her and her allies exhausted and yearning for the urban comforts of a hot bath and soft mattress to lay their heads.
As she opened her mouth to begin attempting to cast simple magic to fend off these intruders, she felt something get stuffed into her mouth. The soft feel and the way that it quickly absorbed the moisture of her saliva made her realize that it was a pillowcase. Just as swiftly, her other wrist was grasped by a second bandit. Her muffled screams were met with greater force from the men holding her arms, trying to get her to remain still. Thinking quickly and her with her arms held, she began to kick her legs, hoping to either strike one of them or create enough of a ruckus that another patron of this inn might hear the commotion and come to her aid.
The bandits were quick to realize her scheme and the remaining two each grabbed and held a leg, completely restraining her movement and holding her in midair. "Now darling, this could have been really simple if you had just stayed still and let us take your things," the bandit holding her right leg whispered. "But instead, you had to try and fight it so now we have to play rough." The other bandits all chucked as Talielle tried to summon the strength to shift into the form of a beast or cast a spell to free her, but all of her most powerful magicks had been spent fighting in the mountains with her allies.
Her physical strength lacking, it was not difficult for these bandits to take the bedsheets from Talielle's bed and use them to restrain her to the bedposts. Fully nude and now spread eagle before these bandits, tears formed in Talielle's eyes as she felt helpless. The gag in her mouth was tightened as the bandits' forms came more into focus in the dim light cast into the room from the moon outside. All four of them were human males in their mid to late 20s. The one that had held her right leg was the most physically imposing of the group, an adonis of a man. Bronzed skin, chiseled features, and a pair of piercing green eyes that sparkled with lust as he took in the beauty now spread before him.
The man that had initially grabbed her when she reached for her staff was also of muscular build, but more weathered and life-tested. His sunken brown eyes and a scar cutting across his left cheek from ear to chin made apparent that he was a man unafraid to do what was necessary. The other two were lither in their builds. The skinniest of the group finished tying Talielle's left wrist to the top bedpost, his nimble fingers incredibly familiar with tying knots as if he had spent much of his life on a ship. The last of the bandits, missing two fingers from his left hand, struggled to securely tie Talielle's left ankle to the base of her bed. She managed to kick it free for a moment, only for it to be grabbed midair by the Adonis.
"Damn, you sure do have one hell of a body," he chuckled, giving an extra tug as he affixed her ankle to a position where she could not easily move it. "Seeing you fight back has definitely got my blood pumping," he said, tugging at the growing bulge at his crotch. The lewd display caused Talielle's eyes to widen as she shook her head and spewed obscenities that were only muffled by the fabric sack in her mouth. The Adonis chuckled to himself, "I know, I know, I can fuck off. And the memory of your beautiful body tied up here will certainly hold my dreams over for a while. But I want to get a little bit of a closer look. Be a good girl and let me and my friends here appreciate this beautiful body of yours."
Before she could even begin to attempt to protest, the Adonis and his cohort towered over the sides of her bed and their hands descended onto her naked form. The shock of eight hands all grabbing her at once sent a shockwave through her body that caused her to begin thrashing yet again, hoping to create as much noise as possible. She could hear the bandits laughing at her attempts to break free as their groping became rougher. She closed her eyes so as not to witness these men defile her body, but heard one of them clicking his tongue. "Don't you want to see just how excited you're making us," one standing close to her head asked as a stinging pain coursed through her pert nipples. Her eyes shot open as the one with the Scar across his cheek pinched her nipples hard enough to make her stop squirming. "You better keep those beautiful eyes open and start behaving, or we're gonna start getting mean," he threatened.
The four men laughed and continued their persistent groping of Talielle's body. The difference in textures between the men was noticeable, the Adonis and the Sailor having more calloused hands while the Scar and Eight fingers had slightly softer hands. All four pairs explored every inch of her legs, arms, torso, and breasts. Scar had taken a particular interest in Talielle's tits, massaging them at every opportunity and being the first to tweak her nipples if she was starting to get out of line. The Adonis had taken to standing at the foot of the bed, caressing the inside of Talielle's thighs, giving him the best view of her vagina. While she was woman who loved her natural body and all that came with it, part of Talielle's evening of relaxation after a long day had included giving a fresh shave to her pubic hair. She regretted doing so now, as it left nothing hidden from her assailants.
Sailor and Eight were each admiring the tight midsection that Talielle worked hard to maintain. Adventuring lent itself well to keeping her figured toned and blessed with a pair of round tits and wide hips, she was no stranger to catching the attention of men. As much as she tried to withstand the onslaught of eight hands touching every inch of her skin, she could feel the burning sensation inside of her growing as they brushed over her more sensitive areas. Her focus was split between focusing on trying to break free or trying to force her body to resist the pleasure of being manhandled in this way. With these four brutes surrounding her, Talielle knew that even if she could undo her restraints, she likely would not make it far before they snatched her back up and worsened their grips on her. She knew that if she could hold on long enough, eventually their guard was sure to fall and she could make a break for it.
Through focused breathing, meditative counting, and gritted teeth, Talielle endured the soft pinching, calloused rubbing, and gentle sighs of pleasure of her invaders for roughly five minutes. She could feel herself entering the sort of trance that she would normally when she was trying to rest after a long day. Her meditative state was broken when she felt Scar lean in to her ear and whisper, "Quit fighting have you? See, we're not such bad guys as long as you behave." She shot a glare in his direction and shook her head in disagreement, causing him to laugh. "Your mind may be saying no, but I think your body is starting to say yes." Scar gave her nipples another firm pinch, causing her body to reflexively tense. The Adonis' hands, which had been softly caressing the inside of her thighs, brushed against the lips of her vagina, causing Talielle to let out a sharp gasp from beneath her cloth gag.
The Adonis pulled his hand up closer to his face to inspect it and a smirk grew on his chiseled face. "I think she is starting to enjoy it already lads," he said, holding his hand up for everyone to see. In the little bit of light that was peeking into the room, Talielle could make out a thin coat of moisture on his fingers. "Looks like our friend here has started getting wet from all the attention we've been paying her," he smiled. He took his wet fingers into his mouth and sucked the small bit of juice from them with delight. "Has anyone ever told you that your pussy juice tastes delicious?"
Talielle's anger flared as she pulled against her restraints once again, wanting to lunge at the men taking such pleasure in her vulnerability. She immediately felt the stinging sensation of her nipples being squeezed. "Listen to your body, gorgeous. It wants us to keep touching it," the Adonis spoke. Talielle tried harder to return to her meditative state and block out the growing sensations of pleasure from their touch. As much as she wanted to deny it, she could feel the sensitivity of her body increasing. She could feel her excitement increasing as they explored her body. They continued their self-proclaimed appreciation of her body before the Adonis' voice spoke again. "Well boys, I know I said this would be a quick loot and scoot, but what do you say we stick around and get a little more comfortable with our friend here? She's exposed so much of herself to us, it's only fair we return the favor."
Talielle began to panic as she watched as the men begin reaching for the strings and buttons on their clothes. Their bodies spanned a range of types: the lankier and unmarked Eight, the more wiry and swimmer's body of Sailor, the wide shoulders and brawny muscles of Scar, and the incredibly defined and more aesthetic features of the Adonis. As the men bared themselves, a primal part of her subconscious acknowledged that they were all quite attractive and that if this was something she was going to have to endure, at least she would have something pleasant to look at. In an odd way, it did make Talielle more comfortable as the men disrobed. No longer the only one exposed, it allowed her to momentarily forget that these men had forced their way in on her while she was sleeping and took advantage of the situation. With all of them stripped down to their underwear, Scar went back to caressing her breasts. "Now, if you promise to behave, we'll take that pillowcase out of your mouth. But only if you promise us not to scream for help."
The men continued to grope the bound druidess, now with greater resolve. Scar spent more time with his hands at Talielle's nipples as the Adonis inched closer and closer to her vagina. The Sailor and Eight caressed every inch in between, leaving no part of her figure unloved. Despite her attempts to return to her meditative state, the pleasure was building in Talielle's body and she could feel her pussy creating more and more of the juices that had caused them to become more fervent in their admiration. She could feel the burning desire within her womb increasing as the men's relentless assault on some of her most sensitive areas caused her breathing to become quickened. Talielle's initial attempts to force herself free were slowly being replaced by moments of relaxation as her pleasure was beginning to build and her body was beginning to respond.
Talielle could not mask the growing pleasure in her body from the bandits. They coaxed her to continue to let go of her hesitation. Her grunts of frustration were beginning to give way go soft moans, barely audible due to the gag still stuffed into her mouth. Her body squirming due to the pleasure, it was becoming difficult for her to know whether she was trying to escape or trying to heighten her experience. Talielle watched as the bulges in the bandits' undergarments grew stiffer through her struggle. Scar's in particular filled her vision the most, as his fascination with her breasts often left him as the closest to her head. It was an impressive bulge and the curiosity of what was hidden underneath was beginning to creep into Talielle's mind.
Shaking her head, she tried to push the impulsive thoughts from her mind, but the sensation of the eight hands on her body was becoming overwhelming. "What do you say we take that gag out of your mouth and have a conversation," the Adonis spoke, pulling something from his discarded clothes. He approached Talielle's head and held an iron dagger to her throat. "But understand that if you do any shouting, all the fun will end here and someone will come to find you tied up, naked, and dead." The two stared each other down as Talielle could tell that he meant every word. Out of a desire to breathe freely and restore moisture to her mouth, she nodded in submission. The Adonis flicked the dagger up, slicing through the cotton where it was pulled against her cheek, and pulled it away.
Talielle hesitated before speaking, moving her jaw to work away the soreness from it being locked around the pillowcase. "What is it that you want," she asked. "You already have my stuff and I can't stop you from leaving. What is it you want?"
The Adonis sat down on the bed beside her, as if he were caring for her while she lay in bed sick. "Well, originally, we were just after whatever coin you might have had on you. But you left yourself quite exposed trying to get out and it's not every day that you find such a beautiful woman sleeping naked. The four of us, we've been working so hard, we deserved the chance to stop and admire the flowers so to speak," he smirked, looking at his comrades who nodded in agreement. "And forgive me if I'm making assumptions, but I think at some point you quit fighting and started to like it. Am I wrong?"
Talielle's words caught in her throat as she realized that he was not entirely wrong. She had stopped fighting, as she feared that fighting would lead to a much worse end. She also knew that she could not fully control her body's response to their grasps. The constant sensations that she had been feeling were enough to begin filling her with heat. However, she could not let these men know of any possibility that she may be enjoying the attention they were paying to her body. She glanced over at Scar, who had taken a seat at the foot of the bed, by her left leg. "I only quit fighting because that one kept pinching so hard," she muttered.
"Sorry about that," Scar said. "Had to let you know who was in charge."
