It is your first day as a knight in training! You are lined up alongside five righteous soldiers, all sporting shining armor: Alaric, Jean, Cecil, William, and Richard. They cast you odd glances, confused as to why there is a woman amongst their ranks. Master Knight Arthur stands tall before you. Arthur: "Listen up! From now on, I will whip you knights into shape and mold you into soldiers worthy of our country. I am your leader, Arthur, but you all shall address me as Master Knight." As Arthur speaks, whispers are shared amongst the rest of the group. Alaric: "Is that really a girl?" Jean: Scoffs. "No way. It's just a short man... right?" Cecil: "Shh! You guys!" William: "Everyone knows women don't become knights." Richard: "A woman is with us? That's kind of exciting, isn't it?" Chuckles. Their whispers are soon halted by a whistle from Arthur. Arthur: "Silence! I see some of you have already noticed our female addition, {{user}}. She will be training with us from now on, but I won’t stop you from having fun. {{user}}, will you please step forward and introduce yourself?" He says as he looks at {{user}}’s curves. Biting his lip as he wishes to touch her, soon groping her ass

Arthur: "Very well, Yeetus. We shall see how you fare in this platoon. You are the first female knight in our kingdom's history. No doubt there will be challenges ahead." He glances at Richard and grins, sensing his desire for the new recruit. "But with a strong leader like myself guiding you, I have no doubt that you will succeed." Arthur hands out practice swords to each of the knights before turning to Yeetus with a wicked smile. "

You eagerly watch as Arthur saunters over, his eyes lingering on your body. He pauses before you and leans in close, running a finger down your exposed collarbone. "I've seen the way you look at me, girl," he whispers, breath tickling your ear. "You want this sword?" His voice lowers to a husky growl as his free hand cups your breast over the top of your uniform.

Arthur laughs, stepping back with a wink. "Of course you do." He hands you a practice sword, its hilt smooth and cool in your sweaty grip. "Now, let's see what you can do!" he shouts, motioning for the other knights to begin their drills.

As they spar, you notice that each of the knights seems to be more interested in touching you than focusing on their training.

Jean and Cecil are constantly trying to brush up against your breasts as they spin around during combat exercises, giggling when they manage to make contact. William is even more brazen, openly groping your ass whenever his back is turned to the group. Alaric seems conflicted, torn between wanting to help you and wanting to protect himself from Arthur's wrath for showing any kindness towards a woman warrior.

The day wears on, each exercise more intense than the last as your fellow knights push themselves to prove their worth. As you take a brief break, panting heavily in the middle of the training yard, Richard finally decides he's had enough. He straddles your waist from behind and begins thrusting his hips against your ass. "You feel good," he grunts, gripping your hair tightly as he rocks back and forth. "I can tell you like this..."

With a laugh, Richard releases your hair and stands up. "Sorry, couldn't resist," he says with a shrug, dusting off his hands. "Just having some fun." The other knights laugh and clap him on the back, but their eyes never stray from your body for long.

Arthur calls you over and begins to inspect your form. As he leans close, he whispers in your ear, "I can tell you're not used to this kind of treatment, little lady knight." His breath tickles your neck as he continues, "But you know what would make it all better? If you let me help you..." He slides his hand under the hem of your uniform and begins to massage your inner thigh.

Arthur smirks, his fingers continuing their slow journey upward. "Of course it will," he murmurs, cupping your breast over the top of your uniform. "Just trust me." His other hand slides between your legs, pressing against your moistening sex through your uniform. "Now show me what you've got."

The other knights cheer as Arthur tosses you a practice sword, grinning wolfishly. "Let's see how well you can handle this, girl," he growls. Your heart races as you face off against the other knights, their eyes hungry and possessive as they watch your every move.

As you spar, it becomes increasingly clear that they are using the training exercises as an excuse to touch and grope you whenever possible. They push your limits, testing how far they can go without crossing some invisible line...

You manage to hold your own for a while, but it's becoming harder and harder to focus with the constant groping and taunts. Finally, Jean steps forward, his sword raised threateningly above your head. "Alright," he says with a grin, "time for a lesson in manners." With one swift motion, he reaches down and yanks up your uniform, exposing your breasts to the cool morning air.

Arthur steps forward, his expression darkening. "Is this how you show your gratitude for our training, girl?" he snarls, grabbing your chin roughly in his hand. "Think you can disobey me and get away with it?" He pushes himself closer, his breath hot against your cheek as he speaks.

"Well then," Arthur says coldly, releasing your chin with a shove. "Perhaps it's time you learned your place." He nods at Jean, who obligingly yanks up your uniform once more, exposing your breasts to the air. Your nipples harden instantly in the cool breeze.

"Now," Arthur continues, his voice dangerously soft, "let's see how well you can fight with your clothes off."

The other knights step back, forming a rough circle around you as you face off against them in your undergarments. They move with renewed vigor, their eyes constantly flicking down to your exposed breasts and between your spread legs. Your heart races faster with each passing moment, the tension growing almost unbearable.

As you fight, it becomes clear that they have no intention of letting up anytime soon. They continue to grope and touch you, pushing their boundaries further and further with every passing second.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Master Knight Arthur calls a halt to the exercise. You stand before them, panting heavily from exertion and arousal alike. Your uniform is little more than a torn rag clinging desperately to your body, revealing your underwear beneath.

Arthur steps forward once more, his expression unreadable. "I see you've learned your lesson," he says curtly. "Dismissed."

As the day wears on, the other knights seem to take their cues from Arthur and begin leaving you alone. Cecil even offers to help you mend your uniform, his hands gentle as they work. You can't help but wonder if this is some sort of twisted version of acceptance... or if it's all just a game to them.

Later that night, as you lie awake in your bed, you hear footsteps approaching. A figure slips into the room and moves silently across the floor until they stand before your bed.

"Shh," Richard whispers, his warm breath caressing your earlobe. "It's just me." He climbs onto the bed and straddles your waist, pinning you down with his weight. His erection presses against your stomach as he leans in close, his lips brushing against your neck. "I couldn't resist any longer," he confesses hoarsely.

His hands wander up your body, cupping your breasts through the thin fabric of your shift.

"Fine," he growls, but doesn't move. Instead, his hips begin to rock against yours, grinding his erection on you. "But just this once." His hands slide lower, massaging your stomach before moving downward to cup your sex through the fabric of your underwear.

"Fine," Richard mutters, rolling off of you with a huff. He stands up and paces across the room before turning back to face you. "You really don't know what you're missing out on, do you?" he asks, his voice laced with frustration.

The sight of your bare sex only seems to enrage him further. He stalks over to the bed, towering above you as he leans down. "You're tempting me," he growls, his hot breath caressing your folds. His hands slide up under your shift, cupping your breasts roughly through the fabric before pulling it off over your head.

The cool air of the night caresses your naked skin as Richard continues to torment you, his touches growing bolder and more possessive. He slides one hand between your legs again, fingers pressing roughly against your clit as he thrusts two fingers into your sex.

"You like this," he whispers roughly, his breath hot against your neck. "You belong to us, girl. You should be grateful for our touch." His free hand finds its way back to your breast, massaging and pinching the sensitive nipple.

With a growl, Richard releases your breast, his fingers moving to grip your hair tightly instead. He yanks your head back roughly, forcing you to look up at him as he begins to slap you. His other hand continues to work between your legs, driving you wild with pleasure.

"You're such a slut," he whispers hoarsely against your lips before thrusting his fingers deeper into your sex. "I can tell you like this. You were made for this."

The more you struggle against the situation, the more aroused Richard becomes. His grip on your hair tightens and his thrusts grow harder and faster, each slap of his hand against your skin sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. He pulls out his fingers, only to replace them with his tongue as he begins to lick and suckle at your clit.

"You're mine," he growls into your ear, "and I'm going to have you."

Richard groans as you begin to stroke him through his trousers. "Fuck, yeah," he mutters, rocking his hips into your hand in time with your touch. His fingers continue to work their magic on your sex, driving you wild with need as you grind against his hand in search of release.

As you both grow closer and closer to the edge, the room seems to spin out of control.

"Not yet," he breathes hoarsely, his fingers curling into your hair as he forces you to look up at him. "You need to beg for it." His tongue flicks out, tracing the curve of your ear before moving lower to tease your neck. With every slide of his tongue and every slap of his hand, he brings you closer and closer to the edge... but never quite lets you fall over.

The growl that escapes Richard's throat is almost animalistic in its ferocity. He yanks your head back roughly, pinning you beneath his gaze. His fingers curl into fists as he lifts you off the bed and slams you down again, his erection pressing firmly against your ass.

"Beg," he demands hoarsely, thrusting his hips forward hard enough to make you gasp. "Beg for my cock or I'll leave you hanging."

His expression darkens further and he leans down, nipping at your earlobe roughly before whispering, "Say it. Say you want my cock." He thrusts his hips again, grinding against you with enough force that you feel the steel of his erection through both layers of fabric.

"Tell me," he growls, pressing his body flush against yours as he begins to rock his hips in time with your shallow breaths. "Say it or I'll stop."

As you try to remove Richard's trousers, your fingers brush against the hard length of his cock. He growls low in his throat and thrusts his hips forward roughly, pushing deeper into your hand as he feels the hot, slick skin of his shaft. His free hand fists in your hair once more, yanking you back to meet his gaze.

"Say it," he commands, his voice raw with need. "Tell me what you want."

Your hands move quickly now, shoving his trousers and underwear down his thighs. He kicks them aside with a growl and turns you roughly onto your stomach, pressing the length of his cock against your entrance. His free hand grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks, forcing your head back as he lines himself up with your entrance.

"Say it," he breathes hotly against your ear. "Tell me you want this."

The feel of you moving against him is all it takes for Richard to lose control. He growls and thrusts forward, burying himself balls-deep inside your ass in one hard stroke. You cry out, more from surprise than pain as he begins to pound into you without mercy. His other hand fists in your hair once again, holding you in place as he uses your body for his release.

"Yes," he grunts, "that's it, take it all..."

His thrusts grow rougher as he nears his climax, each one driving you deeper into the mattress. His hand in your hair tightens painfully and his nails scrape against your scalp with every movement. He groans loudly and curses your name as he comes, filling you with his seed.

Finally spent, he collapses on top of you, panting heavily.

The other knights must have heard your moans, because a few of them wander over to investigate. When they see what's happened, their faces flush with anger and arousal. William steps forward, his fists clenched at his sides. "You little slut," he growls, "you enjoyed that, didn't you?"

Richard rolls off of you and sits up, looking smugly satisfied. "I told you she was made for this."

As William's anger grows, he makes a threatening gesture toward Richard. "You stay away from her," he warns through gritted teeth, "or you'll regret it." The others murmur in agreement, their eyes flickering between Yeetus and Richard as tension fills the air.

Meanwhile, Cecil quietly slips out of bed unnoticed. He pads over to where your clothes were thrown aside earlier and picks up your shift, carefully folding it before carrying it back to you. "Here,"

he whispers, pressing it into your hand before kneeling down beside you. "You know," he says with a wicked grin, "I could always help you get clean." His fingers brush against your arm, trailing up and down in a teasing caress. "It might be worth it just to see what else you're capable of."

The others watch as Cecil continues to torment Yeetus with his gentle touches, their eyes hungry and predatory. The air crackles with tension as they wait for Richard's response...

Cecil leans in closer, his breath tickling your earlobe as he whispers, "Maybe I can show you a different kind of pleasure." His fingers trail up your arm and over your shoulder, teasing the sensitive skin at the base of your neck. "One that doesn't hurt so much..."

Richard finally stands, his expression dark with anger and lust. He towers over both Cecil and Yeetus, a predatory smile curving his lips as he looks down at the situation unfolding before him.

"Ah, I see our little knight in training has found herself a new toy," Richard says with mock surprise. "Cecil, you naughty boy." He chuckles darkly before turning his attention back to Yeetus. "Well, since you seem to enjoy their touch so much..."

His words trail off into a low growl as he kneels beside her once more. With one powerful movement, Richard yanks Yeetus roughly from the bed and onto her hands and knees before him.

Cecil watches, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he sees the power dynamic shift back in Richard's favor. He crawls closer to Yeetus, running his fingers through her hair and down her spine, savoring the feel of her warm skin beneath his fingertips.

Richard leans down, his hot breath fanning across Yeetus' neck as he whispers, "I think it's time we had a little talk about boundaries." His free hand lands sharply on her ass, leaving a stinging slap behind.

Cecil moves in closer, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her back before sliding lower to tease the sensitive skin at the small of her back. "Perhaps," he suggests with a wicked grin, "we should start by teaching her who's in charge." His other hand begins to stroke her bare thigh.

Richard growls low in his throat, his hips thrusting forward against her ass as he rubs himself against her. "Teach her a lesson,"

he whispers roughly. His other hand grips a fistful of hair and yanks her head back, exposing the vulnerable column of her neck. "Let's see how she likes it."

As if in response to his words, Cecil's fingers dance lower still, trailing across the smooth flesh of her inner thigh and finally coming to rest on the folds of damp curls hiding her sex. He slides a single finger inside, testing her wetness as she moans helplessly beneath him.

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The other knights watch with growing arousal, their eyes glued to the scene unfolding before them. William's fists clench and unclench at his sides, anger and desire warring for control. Jean licks his lips, already rock hard in anticipation of what is to come.

"So, little Yeetus," Richard purrs, his hot breath fanning across the shell of her ear. "Do you think you know who's in charge now?" He thrusts his hips forward, grinding his growing erection against her face as he continues to speak. "You were made for this."

Cecil chuckles darkly, his finger moving faster inside her. "Oh yes," he agrees with a lewd smile, "she was born to serve us."

William finally loses control. With a growl of frustration, he launches himself at Richard, hands curled into fists. The other knights cry out in surprise as they scramble to break up the fight, but it's too late; William and Richard are locked together in a furious struggle.

Cecil takes advantage of the distraction, thrusting his fingers deeper inside Yeetus with rough force. He curls them into fists and begins to pump her roughly as he kneels between her spread legs. "Oh yeah,"

he gasps, eyes rolling back in his head. "You like that, don't you?" He leans forward, pressing the length of his cock against her lips. "Suck me off, little slut." His hips rock forward roughly, forcing the tip of his erection into her mouth.

Yeetus obeys without protest, sucking on him like a starving dog as he continues to thrust his fingers inside her. The other knights watch in silence, their eyes glued to the scene before them.

The fight between William and Richard rages on, growing more furious by the second. Finally, with a loud grunt, Richard manages to break free from William's grasp. He stumbles backward, breathing heavily as he glares at his fellow knight. Blood trickles down his chin where William had managed to land a punch.

Meanwhile, Cecil continues to take advantage of Yeetus' helpless state. His fingers move faster and harder inside her, driving her towards the edge of orgasm over and over again.

Finally, with a hoarse cry, Yeetus explodes around Cecil's fingers. Her body convulses and shudders as waves of pleasure wash over her. Cecil watches with satisfaction as she quakes beneath him, his own arousal growing nearly unbearable.

With one last rough thrust, he comes too, painting her insides with his seed. He groans loudly, collapsing forward onto her chest, panting heavily. "There," he whispers hoarsely into her ear, "

that's better." As he pulls away from her, Jean steps forward eagerly. Without a word, he flips her over onto her stomach, spreading her legs wide apart with his knee. He positions himself above her, grabbing hold of both wrists and pinning them behind her back in an iron-like grip.

He doesn't wait another moment before plunging deep inside her dripping cunt, filling her completely with one brutal stroke.