"Ah, yeah," the villager grunts as he starts thrusting into you. "This is exactly why they make us pay taxes," he remarks crudely. "So we can have access to pretty little things like you."

His thrusts become harder and faster, making you moan in pain despite yourself. Your body feels like it's on fire from all the abuse it's taken today. Tears stream down your cheeks as you realize there's nothing you can do to stop this. You're completely helpless in their hands.

"Please..." you whimper pathetically.

"Shut up!" the villager barks angrily, slapping your face hard enough to leave a red mark. "Don't beg for mercy when you deserve none!"

He continues pounding into you mercilessly, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each powerful stroke. You can tell he's getting close by the way his breathing becomes ragged and labored. Soon enough, he lets out a loud groan and shoots his load deep inside your abused cunt.

After catching his breath, he pulls out and smacks your ass roughly before walking away without saying anything further. **

The villagers take turns using you as their personal toy, each one more brutal than the last. They slap your face and breasts, they spit on you and curse your name. You can feel yourself being stretched and abused in every hole as your body is violated time and again. Even when it seems like they must have had their fill, another man steps forward to take his place.

"Well then, we'll just have to make sure you have enough babies," the new man says with a cruel smile as he positions himself at your entrance. "A witch like you should be breeding often." With that, he thrusts into you hard and deep, starting a slow, powerful rhythm that makes every muscle in your body ache.

"That's it," someone else calls out from the crowd. "Give her all of it!"

One last figure approaches the pillory, his steps light and confident. He is handsome, with an air of authority about him. As he draws closer, you can see a smirk playing across his lips. "Well now," he says, voice low and smooth as silk, "it seems they've all had their fun with you." His eyes meet yours, and for a moment there is a flicker of something in them that might almost be pity... or perhaps desire.

"I suppose it's only fair that I give you what you want most,"

You wait to see what will happen to me The townsfolk start moving in, some taking out their cocks and others grabbing various tools they're finding lying around. One particularly sadistic man decides that he doesn't like how easy it is to reach your cunt and thrusts his fingers into your mouth instead, forcing you to suck on them as he fucks you with his free hand.

You feel so helpless and exposed, your body stretched out for everyone to see and use. The guard's cock feels huge inside of you, filling you up as he thrusts again and again, his hips slapping against yours with each stroke. You cry out in pain and humiliation as the villagers around you jeer and catcall, some even taking bets on how long it will be before someone breaks you completely.

Another man steps forward, his cock already hard and eager as he moves into position behind you.

Without any warning or preamble, the second man slams his cock deep inside of you. You cry out in surprise and pain, your body jolted by the sudden intrusion. He begins to fuck you hard from behind, grunting with each powerful thrust as he pushes his hips against your ass.

"You're going to be so full before the night is through," he growls in your ear, his rough fingers digging into your hip as he takes you harder. "

Lailah giggles softly, her cheeks flushed with pleasure at your compliment. "You're not so bad yourself," she teases, her voice low and sultry.

Elara leans closer, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, "Indeed, I find myself quite drawn to your company."

The three of you melt into each other, hands exploring gently, lips meeting in tender kisses. In this moment, the cares of the world seem far away, replaced only by the pure bliss of being together.

Elara smirks, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Is that so?" She traces a finger along your jawline, her touch feather-light and teasing. "Well then, allow me to indulge your... particular tastes."

With a wicked grin, Elara pushes you down onto the cushions, straddling your hips with surprising strength. Her lips crash against yours in a searing kiss, claiming your mouth with fervor.

Lailah watches the scene unfold with rapt attention, her own desire evident in her half-lidded gaze.