[GrimReaper333]

“No, don’t please, just leave me, I’m all sore, all sore, please, it hurts, don’t do it” she began to beg as he placed the first of the penises near the entrance to her tight, abused ass. “Nooooo! Aaaah!” she screamed like a banshee as Kalin grinning evilly rammed the fake cock in her ass with two strong thrusts. She felt as if she was torn apart, the wooden phallus buried in her tight ass burning in pain like a torch. “Aaaaaa- mpfff!” her scream was interrupted as Doran pushed a smaller wooden penis connected to a leather belt to her open mouth, causing her to gag on it. He fastened this gag around her face, securing it.

“Nnn… tk ttt… nnn… gdddsss….” She tried to beg but only pathetic whimpers escaped her mouth. And then Kalin rammed another penis up her poor, abused, swollen cunt piercing her whole body with excruciating pain. She was all sore down below after the repeated rapes and even more after the whipping and the hard wooden penis stretched her even more. “Plsss…” she begged.

“We’re going to the city now, darkie” Doran said “See you tomorrow!”
“But we won’t you to get bored, we know how hungry you are for cock” Kalin added “So we are leaving these behind” he laughed seeing as Viconia started to twist her body against the ropes, begging with her eyes “Don’t you worry, we’ll give you real cocks soon. Have fun!” With these words both men turned to leave.

A terrible realization came to the priestess – they were going to leave her here, like that: tied spread-eagle to the wheel, with all her holes stuffed by long and thick wooden penises and worst of all – under the merciless Sun. Her pleading wails were so strong that they were hard, although as a whimper, even through the gag.
“Why all the shouting” Kalin said mockingly “Some time on fresh air will make you feel better.”

“Maybe she is worried about the weather” Doran suggested smiling.
“Don’ you worry then, darkie” Kalin answered “The Sun is shining beautifully and there are no clouds. Enjoy!” Laughing all men went back to the hut leaving Viconia trying in vain to scream, beg, even offer her holes to them just to be taken inside.

“Mpphhh… plsss…” small moans were the only thing that escaped her stuffed mouth until she had no strength left. Her holes were sore after repeated rape and from the thick objects brutally rammed into her, her tits and thighs reddened after whipping, cum covering her body and face, leaking from her thoroughly used fuckholes and the merciless Sun piercing her body with thousands of needles. Viconia just hoped that the night would come before she went crazy from the pain…

Time stretched to infinity as she hung there, helpless, her entire body one big bruise, each of her holes aching terribly from the forced intrusions, stretched wide around the fake cocks. The thought that Alius had made them especially for her sickened her...to spend so much time just to violate her in more creative ways...it once again brought home the fact that there was no way they would ever stop...not if she couldn't somehow make them stop...and the chances of that were slim.

Feeling the cum slide down her face and body and dry on her dark skin, she hung her head, trying to ignore the stinging pain from the sun and the headaches it caused. Her temple throbbed and her eyes stung, the insides of her eyelids still way too illuminated for her. How could it have come to this? How could she have ever trusted them? Unbidden memories began to drift upwards through her increasingly clouded mind...

Under the guise of a dark hood and some disgusing spells, she had bought a lonely cabin close to the hovel of Alius...in fact, he and his sons had been her only neighbours. All she had wanted was to be left alone by then, to be free of her own people and anyone else, for that matter. But still, there had been a few occasions when she had met the man and his sons, having to ask them for help or helping them out in a bid to ingratiate herself. They'd always seemed nice, friendly and helpful...good people, if a bit isolated.

It was during one night, when Alius had met her strolling through the fields, that she'd finally told him who and what she was. By now, she knew it had been the biggest mistake of her life, but back then, all had ended so well...he'd been taken aback at first, of course, but then had shrugged and said that, as long as she had no intention of sacrificing him or his sons to some dark goddess, then everything was fine.

A day later, she'd found a letter on her doorstep inviting her over for a nice neighbourly meal now that she didn't have to hide anymore. Viconia remembered being amused as she read the clumsy letters, clearly penned down by someone to whom literacy was only a distant acquaintance. And then she had made her second grave mistake..she had agreed.