Cicely's voice pitched higher as she begged him piteously between sobs. "Please cease, please.. I am untouched.. please..."
Her attacker paid no need to her cries. He had parted his robes with one hand and was stroking the weapon between his legs with the other. It was an ugly red monster curved like a scimitar that leaked whitish fluid as it grew more erect. Cicely's cries and struggles became frantic as she stared in horror at the weapon between her assailant's legs as he advanced upon her.
Marguerite closed her eyes in helpless despair even as Cicely wailed. "Save me, Marguerite! God, please save us!"
The attacker paused only to gesture an offer to the blonde leader to begin the proceedings. Upon the refusal of the leader, he advanced on his prey with a cruel smile of anticipation.
“You would do better to pray that Priapus and Dionysus do not visit a babe upon you after we initiate you on this holy eve!”
Cicely's prayers turned into choked screams as the cruel assailant threw himself upon her and brutally thrust himself into the tender nether lips and rammed past her maidenhead. As he pounded her relentlessly, screams of pain erupted from Cicely's throat, which, perversely, excited the rest of the group.
They stroked themselves, groaning lewdly as they watched the male figure bite and grope Cicely’s white breasts whilst he battered her lower portal. The animalistic shout he gave as he came inside Cicely was echoed by their cheers as he collapsed upon the shaking girl. Cheers that turned into unrestrained lust as Marguerite’s maid, Mary was dragged naked into the crowd and bent over the platform next to Cicely. Two impatient members of the audience began savaging Mary.
When he finally pulled out of the poor girl, a stream of blood and cum dribbled out of Cicely's bruised nether lips. Smiling cruelly at both women, the rapist walked towards Cicely's face, which was contorted and overrun with tears. "You will clean me with your mouth and do not think of biting me unless you want a further lesson in pain."
Cicely's face was obscured from Marguerite’s view as the rapist thrust his weapon into her mouth. Another leader took his place between Cicely's thighs and resumed her torture.
Marguerite squeezed her eyes close, refusing to bear witness to her cousin's ordeal. Her eyes sprang open, however, as she felt something slap her cheek. She opened her eyes to find the ugly weapon of Cicely’s first assailant in her face as he leered at her.
"Your friend has made me hard again to plough your noble little cunt, should you not thank her?” The rapist mockingly asked. Marguerite steeled herself for what was to come. Yet, the brutal thrust of his male weapon into Marguerite's dry portal tore a muffled scream from her throat. The attacker stared down at himself, seeing no visible signs of a ruptured maidenhead.
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