Free The Sword and the Sorcerer by Norman Winski

dagger, clattering when it hit the cobblestones. He used his burly arms to glue her curvaceous body to his and thrusting his hardness into her crotch. She vainly tried to shake herself free and to bite him but his arms were like chains binding her to him. His mouth reeked of garlic and his pungent sweat was vomitous.
    “I can feel the silken purse between your legs, sweetmeat!”
    He spoke huskily, brutishly.
    “You’re going to squirm on the end of my lance whether you like it or not!”
    As if to seal her fate, Alana saw two more Klaws wander into the alley. They marched to within twenty feet of them and vociferously praised the tender parts of the quarry their comrade had caught. “On with the show, Rouke!” one of them yelled to the guard that held her. “But I want a piece of the pie when you’re done too!” the other one exclaimed.
    To the three guards’ surprise, Alana suddenly stopped struggling and began to wantonly grind her lower torso up against the man called Rouke. Now her legs pumped and squirmed as if they were impatient to wrap around him. She blew hot breaths on his hairy neck and into his ear. He loosened his grip on her and pulled his head back to better study her face.
    Alana smiled lasciviously up at him. “You’re a real man,” she cooed, “aren’t you, pudding?”
    He relaxed his hold some more, puffing up with pride in his sexual powers. “You will soon see for yourself, harlot.”
    “Go to it, man,” one of the guards exhorted. “Can’t you see she’s dying for it!”
    Slowly Alana worked one of her silky legs between his until she felt his throbbing manhood rest on her thigh.
    He began running his coarse hands over the ripening curves of her body, her thigh against his shaft inflaming his lust.
    “I’ll mount you as you’ve never been, bitch!”
    “With what!” Alana shouted into his face, at the same time ramming her knee into his genitals.
    He bellowed like a bull in pain, stumbling to the wall and repeatedly hammering a clenched fist against his abdomen while he nursed his crotch with the other hand.
    The other two guards rushed Alana, threw her against the wall and held her there, each man grabbing one of her arms.
    Rouke swayed in front of her, still rubbing the bruised member underneath his short tunic. His face was an ugly mix of pain, anger and lust. He slapped Alana viciously across the face. She bit her lips to prevent their seeing how much the slap had hurt.
    “You slut! You’ll pay for hurting me!”
    He grabbed hold of the blouse under her cape and ripped it open, exposing Alana’s heaving breasts, which were as round and full as they were upright and rosily nippled.
    The men’s eyes devoured her beautiful breasts. “My mouth waters for a suck of those melons!” one of the guards moaned.
    “We’ll each have our fill!” Rouke shouted. “Throw her on the ground. Her time has come!”
    “Nooo!” Alana screamed, preferring to die than have these coarse brutes soil her with their abominable seed.
    Rouke kneeled in front of her and forced her legs wide open while the other two guards pinned her arms to the ground. She struggled frenziedly to close her legs but Rouke wedged his body between them. He threw up her long skirt, exposing her creamy flat belly and triangle of pubic hair. “Ahhhh,” he growled. “The bearded rose! Let’s see if there’s any honey behind those pretty petals!”
    Alana screamed, writhed and struggled desperately to free herself but to no avail. Her limbs were bolted to the cobbles by the three men. To her horror she saw Rouke unsheath his dagger, the long blade catching sparks of moonlight. With his other hand, he unflapped the cockpiece on his tights and let spring forth his huge, savage-looking member.
    Alana averted the sight of it by clamping her eyes shut, whimpering with knowledge of what was to come. Was the ultimate moment she had deliciously fantasized ever since the day she crossed the line from girl to woman going to