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Repayment	By : purpleferret Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 22370 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Their mother had, at least, been spared any exposure to the truth of what they were doing. For all she knew they were indeed paying off the debt by lending Meeran their sword and stave, respectively. They even returned with a few scars to show for it, every so often. But even in Kirkwall, Marian and Bethany were more useful for their bodies than for any potential fighting talent. With each passing day of their indenture, Marian’s hand ached to reach for a dagger and sink it into Meeran’s scrawny, sneering face – but the threat of reprisals from the Red Iron, or being given away to the Templars, stayed her hand. Better to be used for a year and survive it than be sent to the Circle; there were more than enough stories of the horrors within the Gallows to remind Marian of that.
It soon became apparent that the customers preferred Bethany. Perhaps it was because of Marian’s evident disinterest; she laid back, spread her legs, and let them pound away, hoping her body would respond with moisture to the vague stimulation sooner rather than later, making each of their thrusts easier. It carried the unpleasant side effect of, on occasion, making her enjoy the dull thuds and the smack of balls against her clit. She felt disgusted each time the thrill coursed through her, or when the customers who desired to make her climax for the sake of their own egos succeeded.
Bethany was much more involved. Sometimes they would be in the same room together with groups of customers, and Marian would watch, sandwiched between two eagerly pounding men, as Bethany was manhandled and used. She moaned as they squeezed her soft, round tits, and whimpered when they twisted her nipples. She blushed and gasped when they smacked her ass cheeks, and by her panting and grunts as they fucked her, they could easily convince themselves that she was enjoying herself.
Marian felt another wave of disgust when she caught herself wondering briefly if Bethany did enjoy herself. When Marian was called on to take one of the cocks into her mouth she had at first found it easier simply to steel herself and let them roughly fuck her face until they were done, but she learned in time that it was usually easier to do the best she could and end the session sooner. Overall, it was worth having to choke on their bitter loads.
Yet Bethany, who to Marian’s knowledge had been untouched before Kirkwall, had a skill for it. She knew how to make the men groan, sometimes beg, sliding her full lips up and down an encouraged shaft, one of her delicate hands playing with their balls. And when they were finished she did not choke on their seed, she simply swallowed it, or smiled pleasingly as they emptied their sacks onto her pretty face.
Tonight was one of those nights. As Marian stepped into the room already filled with customers, she tried to keep her gaze away from Bethany, who was already being pulled aside by a group of eager men. They enjoyed sharing sisters in the same room; the thought of sucking another cock with her own sibling’s juices on it made Marian want to retch. She was soon distracted from the thought as her dressing gown was pushed away and rough hands slid along her body; the predictable squeeze of her breasts, then running along the curvature of her firm rear, and then she clenched her teeth. A rugged hand rubbed along her pink slit, and another pressed between her rear cheeks, the tip of his finger teasing along her sensitive asshole.
At the push to her shoulders she dropped to her knees and then onto her hands. They joked about her being easier than she had been when first they knew her, how now she was a cocksucker, a slut. A man dropped down before her, already drawing his short, fat member out of his trousers. She leaned her head forward, pressing her lips against the salty tip before he could do anything like slap her face with it, or rub it on her lips as they sometimes did, and hearing the man’s blissful groans, she took the rigid cock into the sanctuary of her warm, wet mouth.
As she pressed forward, slowly taking the shaft into her mouth, she absently heard a faint jingling. A moment later, she almost choked on the cock now pressing against the back of her mouth as she felt a hard smack of leather against her rear.
“Very nice,” came a gleeful voice behind her, and he laughed when she grunted again. She could not help it; the smack of the belt burned her rear. At the next jingle she stiffened in preparation, wishing she could grit her teeth, and a moment later she winced as the sharp crack of the belt against her pert rear filled the room, and any stinging that had briefly subsided flared fully up again. She was almost able to focus on the dick she was sucking at the next strike, barely seconds after its predecessor, and at the next relentless smack she balled her hands into fists and buried her face in the crotch of the disgusting man before her, her crimson cheeks throbbing with pain.
There was some blissful pause, in which she breathed heavily against the man before her, laughs ringing in her ears. She felt a hand passing over her rear, apparently satisfied by the heat coming from her sore cheeks, and his touch stung almost as badly as the leather did. The discomfort was offset to some small degree as two calloused fingers found the entrance of her pussy, and pushed forcefully into the tight, hot hole.
He wriggled the fingers around inside her, telling his friends how wet she was getting, though it was only partially true. Marian could not help the natural reaction to having two digits roughly thrashing around inside her. Soon the man in front of her began thrusting his hips desperately into her mouth, and she was so preoccupied with preparing to swallow the imminent load that she barely noticed the push of a cockhead into her damp tunnel.
She winced when the bitter, salty cum filled her mouth, and she clenched her eyes shut tightly as she forced herself to swallow, leaning on her elbows. The thud of someone’s hips hit her sore rear, and a stiff rod began invading her cunt. To her relief no replacement for the recently-fellated customer appeared immediately, and Marian gratefully took the chance of a respite. After a moment she looked up, and as if drawn to the movement she watched her own sister being violated by three men.
They at least seemed fit; guardsmen or Templars, most likely. Bethany was pressed, moaning helplessly, against one laying on his back below her, buried deep in her pussy. His hands held her rear cheeks apart while another drove his cock into her tight rear, with all the tenderness of an enraged Qunari. And just as she had remembered, Bethany was nursing a dick, in her throat by the looks of it, her round eyes fixed on the man she was so expertly sucking off.
Marian was not sure if she was glad or resentful of the distraction as a man stepped into view, eager to get his own cock sucked. She set immediately to work – the sooner they all came, the sooner they would all leave, after all – doing her best to collect herself and aspire towards the talent for sucking her little sister seemed to have acquired such a talent for.
The man pounding relentlessly into her pussy did not take much longer to reach his climax, thrusting shallowly the last few times before he left. His seed trickled gracelessly out of her entrance, down on to the floor, but the flow was stemmed as another eager punter readied himself behind her, easing his cock with a loud groan into her silky tunnel. And so she remained like that for a while longer, pressed back and forth between the cocks pumping into her at each end. Eventually the man in her mouth pulled out, his breathing shallow as he jerked his member, until the hot liquid splashed onto Marian’s pretty features.
“The other’s lot are done with her,” said someone from the other side of the room, shortly after the other man her added his load to her pussy and moved away. She had been catching her breath. She looked over at the other group, where her little sister seemed somewhat the worse for wear. Bethany’s face was pressed against the wooden floor, her ass in the air. The three patrons that had been using Bethany were each now looking at Marian.
“Over here, whore,” said one, gesturing Marian closer. Marian felt queasy at the suggestion, and yet she could hardly believe this had not been demanded of them before. She took a deep breath and pulled herself up onto her feet, staggering over to the other group and dropping back down onto her knees. Sperm trickled down along her thighs, and she looked at Bethany’s abused body; it was no surprise that her pussy had been so thoroughly fucked, but her asshole was still slightly spread, the pearly cum just visible inside her.
“Clean her up,” said another one. It was hard to tell if his tone was contemptuous or overeager.
“What?” said Marian, half stalling for time. They had fucked her, by Andraste, they were done. Why make them do this?
“Lick her cunt clean,” said the other slowly and plainly. Marian’s gaze flickered to Bethany’s face; her little sister was staring directly ahead. It would have been easier if Bethany had tried to persuade her, too. But just as they were here because they had no choice, Marian had no alternative but to obey. A ‘fuck you’ from Marian to the patrons could earn Bethany much worse than the stigma of having been eaten out by her own sister.
She lowered her head down, her face barely inches from Bethany’s fucked pussy. The scent of her sex was almost overpowering, as Marian learned when she took a steadying breath before pressing on. She stretched her tongue out, first licking along Bethany’s slit further down. She did not know if it was a stab of shame or anger or what she felt as she heard her sister’s quiet moan, and the noise of appreciation it earned from their spectators. She brought her tongue up along the thin slit, and soon Marian felt the salty taste of cum.
She withdrew for a moment, swallowing the saliva and spunk that had built up in her mouth, before continuing. She brought the end of her tongue around the edge of Bethany’s used entrance, swallowing yet more of the unpleasant fluid as it filled her mouth. Then she pressed her tongue into the warm, wet tunnel. It did not go very far, but it was more than enough to pull back the clear-white substance; judging by the next collected groan from the onlookers, they had seen the movement, and how Marian swallowed.
Bethany’s moans continued as Marian licked, and much to the pleasure of the audience it was apparent that she was getting off on this. Her hole was more or less clear of cum after a while, at least as far as Marian’s tongue could possibly go, and she considered pulling back and showing the men her work; she had cleaned her sister clean, as they demanded. Something about the gasp as her tongue pulled back made her reconsider, and she licked back along her sister’s slit, further down until she found the small, firm clit.
There was no mistaking it now; as Marian’s tongue flicked against the nub, Bethany pushed back, her moans growing tenser and more urgent. It was strangely compelling; Marian did her best not to think about the detail and reality of the situation as she massaged the button with her tongue, and before long Bethany was positively bucking back against her, until with a few strangled gasps she stopped, and fell forwards, breathless.
“You made her cum,” pointed out one of the men, looking at the pair with fascination. Marian had to resist the urge to respond sarcastically.
“Why not have her return the favour?” suggested the second, and Marian felt an unpleasant twist in her stomach.
“That isn’t necessary,” she said quickly, forcing a smile. “I already came, when I was being fucked.”
“Oh,” said the second, looking with such fascination that Marian wondered if the concept was novel to him.
“Come on,” said the third, reaching to pull his trousers up and buckle the belt. “I’m thirsty.”
“Fine,” said the first, his gaze not leaving the women. “But we’ll be seeing you.” They retreated out of the room, and Marian was glad she could not work out what it was that made all three of them laugh; instead she pulled herself up and reached for one of Bethany’s hands. Bethany turned her beautiful features on Marian, and they were quite flushed. They looked at each other for a few moments, as though waiting for the other to speak, before Marian chose to break the silence neutrally.
“Let’s get washed up, and go home, sis. Diner’ll be waiting.”
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