The Knight:Give up
From Create Your Own Story
There's no point in trying to stop him at this point, you realize. It will only make it worse.
Summoning what courage you can find, you relax your body as the man shoves his cock deep inside you. It hurts, but only a little, and once its done, it does feel pretty good in there. He gets to work, hips pistoning as he fucks you roughly, and you begin to moan softly. He chuckles when he notices that you're actually enjoying this.
"That good, am I?" he says.
You nod, having spotted the sheathed dagger on his belt. If you could just get him closer, maybe you'll get out of this alive.
"You're amazing." you lie, though admittedly this isn't all that bad. He speeds up, reaching the point of his pleasure all too soon, as men always seem to. He spurts inside you, grunting, and leans forward to lick your bare breasts. You giggle, one hand silently retrieving his blade, while the other holds his head to your chest.
When your grip is right, you thrust the blade up under his chin, swiftly. He shudders, and collapses silently on top of you. Blood soaks your sweaty body, and it takes more than a minute for you to extricate yourself from beneath the hairy man's corpse.
You know these men, sadly. They are part of a bandit group from the nearby hills that have plagued your towns for years. You glance at your ruined clothes, then shake your head and strip the dead knight. You don his mail and scabbard, and take his sword from where he dropped it. It's heavy in your slender fingers, but the steel feels good.
You take a dagger from one of the bodies outside the house as you leave, heading towards where you know the bandits make their home. Most likely you'll die there, but you'll be damned if you'll let these bastards get away with doing things like this to good people.
