No citizen of Sarcina, who would dare to claim having some resemblance of virtue, spends their time in the Platinum Quarter. At least that's what the clergy says. These streets always have blood on them, and it flows often, especially at night. You can smell it and see it in the cracks of these cobblestone streets. Some rabble in the distance, shouting, a hardy group of drunkards, out for the kind of night on the town that can only be found here. The louts have chosen an alleyway to ravage some unfortunate young woman, on her way home from work no doubt.
One of them takes hold of her top and rips it off while slinging her to the ground. She screams for the guards, but naturally they are nowhere to be found, not around here. Five of them stand around her howling like dogs.
"Look at those boobies!" shouts the shortest of the men, who runs over and pinches her nipples.
She slaps his face. He laughs and begins to run around in circles shouting, "We got a lively one!" The girl begins to sob. The largest of the men takes hold of her long beautiful auburn hair and lifts her up in front of him.
"This little slut needs to be taught a lesson. Isn't that right honey?" he says, bearing an evil snaggletooth grin.
She spits at him, and he looks down at the wet spot on his pant leg, his grin somewhat more pronounced now. He strikes her with open hand and lets her fall to the ground. The men begin to laugh and cheer. Her dress is torn away by the large man, causing her to roll onto her stomach, exposing her firm young bottom to the moonlight. One of the men with a braided beard takes hold of the girl in a bear hug, while she kicks and screams, then he forces her over his knee and begins to spank her pretty little ass over and over. She squeals while he makes her buns pink and the men take their cheering to the next level, but no one enters the alley to see about the commotion.
The drunkest of the fools turns the corner to relieve himself, all the while taking a long swig from a bottle. He pisses on the very wall in which he is leaning heavily on his left shoulder, his pants around his ankles. Giving off a crazed howl he tosses the now empty bottle into a nearby wall. When he turns to go back to the alley he trips into a face-first dive to the ground, landing in the pool of piss he just created. He's completely oblivious to the heel of my boot cracking his neck like a twig.
Of course the others take no notice in their huddle around the young girl, shouting obscenities and hitting her after slapping their dicks in her face. Then they toss her over to the next man to do the same. They have her arms bound behind her back with her own torn clothing.
"You better start sucking our pricks pretty slut, or we might have to settle for pissing on you instead." the short man says and they all give a hardy laugh.
Then the large fellow pinches the girl's nose, cutting off her air and she has no choice but to accept his cock into her mouth. He holds her head tightly forcing her nose to his pubic hair and she begins to gag hard. When he finally releases her she vomits on the ground, at this they all give a loud cheer. While she cries the short man grabs her hair and has his turn with her mouth, though he is slightly gentler. The youngest of the bunch, who is the only one clean-shaven, begins to laugh wildly and backpedals toward my position around the corner. When he finally gets within my grasp I take hold of him by the hair and pull him out of sight.
"Pretty girl," I whisper and club him with my blackjack, no need for restraint, then drop his body onto the other one.
The man with the braided beard takes his time with the girl as he teases her lips with the tip of his dick and then slaps her across the face when she will not open her mouth. He does this several times until she finally gives in. Then he repeatedly thrusts his cock into her mouth wildly while holding her head. He finally releases and she starts to spit and cough his semen up onto the ground.
