The night passes slowly, each tick of the clock marking another moment spent trying to ignore the weight of the other knights' gazes on your skin. As the first light of dawn filters through the window, you finally manage to drift back into an uneasy sleep.

When you wake up properly later that morning, you find Richard sitting cross-legged at the foot of your bed, watching you with a predatory smile. "Good morning, Yeetus," he says softly, his voice like silk. "I trust you slept well?"

Richard's smile widens. "Oh, nothing much," he says innocently. "I just thought we could have some fun today, since it seems like everyone is so interested in our little knight-in-training." He slides closer to the edge of the bed, his body brushing against yours as he speaks.

The others come in a few minutes later, yawning and stretching as they gather around their bunks to begin another day of training. When they see Richard sitting next to you, they exchange knowing glances and smirk.

Cecil feints again, this time aiming low. You parry the blow easily enough but lose your balance momentarily. Before you can regain it, he lunges forward, pressing the tip of his sword against the small of your back. You gasp as the cold metal digs into your flesh.

"Got you," Cecil pants, grinning triumphantly. "Not so fast anymore." He slowly withdraws his blade, stepping back to give you some room.

Cecil's eyes widen in surprise as he tries to block your assault. Sparks fly as the blades clash again and again, steel singing through the air. The other knights exchange looks of admiration for your skill and determination. Even Arthur seems impressed, clapping his hands together in approval.

Jean steps forward, a sly smile on his face. "You know," he drawls, "you fight rather well for a girl." He pauses, considering his next words carefully before adding, "

The other knights dodge and weave as you expertly use your makeshift weapon, forcing them back with a series of powerful swings. Cecil tries to go for a low blow, aiming his sword at your legs, but you manage to deflect it easily using the chain. "Not bad," he mutters under his breath before attacking again from another angle.

As you continue to fight off your fellow knights, each one growing more determined and aggressive with their attacks, Arthur watches intently from the sidelines.

The other knights are starting to tire now, their breath coming in ragged gasps as they try desperately to keep up with your relentless assault. William stumbles, falling to one knee as he tries to catch his breath. This gives Richard the opening he's been waiting for; he steps forward and delivers a powerful kick to your midsection, sending you flying back into some nearby equipment with a pained grunt.

As the knight draws closer, you realize with a sinking feeling that it's a dildo: long, thick and veined, smeared with what appears to be lubricant. He holds it up before your face, letting the weight of it swing between his fingers suggestively. "What do you think, Yeetus?" he asks with a leer. "Wanna play with this?"

The other knights in the crowd erupt into laughter and catcalls, urging him on.

The knight who brought the dildo pushes it deeper into your mouth, forcing your jaw open wider and wider as you struggle to breathe. You gag and choke on the thick rubber, tears streaming down your face. The other knights roar with laughter, slapping each other on the back in delight.

"That's it," William says with a cruel smile. "Let her have some fun." He steps forward, reaching between your legs and roughly squeezing your ass cheeks. "

As you stand there, clad in dirty, torn clothing and covered in the evidence of your violation, you feel a new wave of shame wash over you. The other knights continue to leer at you, their disgusting comments and gestures only serving to further humiliate you.

You are now expected to serve as a sexual object for these men. Your life in this platoon will be filled with degradation, pain, and humiliation. Will you ever find a way to regain your dignity?

As you wander the training grounds, trying to avoid the leering gazes of the other knights, your thoughts drift back to the pain and humiliation you've just endured. You can feel Richard's cock throbbing inside you still, a constant reminder of what happened. The other knights continue to make crude remarks about your body and how much they'd like to use it for their pleasure.

You are trapped in this nightmare, with no escape in sight.

Finally, Richard shakes you gently by the shoulder. "Hey," he says softly. "It's time to get up." You force your eyes open, blinking blearily at him as you try to remember where you are and what happened last night. The haze of fatigue and humiliation clears enough for you to realize that this nightmare is far from over; in fact, it's only just beginning.

"What was that, little Yeetus?" Richard asks innocently, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "You want me to have another look, maybe?" He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "Or would you rather I just ignore it and pretend like nothing happened?"

The other knights are starting to stir now, their eyes lingering on you as they begin to wake up. You can feel the weight of their gazes on your body, can almost taste the lust in the air...