Byway Robbery

Gorget Pass is dangerous. Everyone knows there's nothing but bandits and nomads up there. Even small armies avoid it. But my husband and I were desperate. Our donkey was stumbling on the uneven ground. We'd pushed him too hard, but we had to get to Serellia by tomorrow at the latest.

Three men approached us on the road, casually, seeming uninterested, but something about their demeanor sent a chill through me.

"Maybe they're nomads," said my husband. I could tell from his tone that he was mostly trying to convince himself.

Roland and I have been married for two years. We're both twenty-one, and have not yet been blessed with a child. Although, in our current circumstances, I wouldn't exactly consider a child a blessing.

One man stood in front of his two companions. All wore some patchwork of cloth and leather armor. The pair in the back hefted small clubs, but the man in front had a sword in his scabbard.

My husband stepped in front of me, defensively. We each carry a small dagger for personal protection, but we'd have no chance against anyone who actually knew how to fight, especially if they outnumbered us.

"Greetings, travelers. Mind if we inspect your goods?" he said.

"Uh, not at all, sir," my husband responded after just a bit too long of a pause.

The bandit smiled. He wasn't bad looking, but his teeth appeared slightly crooked. "I'm no 'sir,' lad. Name's Redwine. These are my associates: Blackdog and Shank." He pointed first at the tall, broad black-haired man, and then wiry russet-haired man.

Blackdog and Shank were fitting nicknames. Blackdog's dark eyes and impassive features stood out in contrast with his dark, shaggy hair. Shank's features were sharp and angular, accustomed to mischievous expressions. Blackdog looked like the more formidable of the two, but Shank was the last person I'd want to run across in a dark alley, or for that matter on a remote mountain pass.

The two bandits approached us, rifling through our things, checking inside each pack.

"Mostly rock salt, Red," said Blackdog.

"And things made of cow horn, combs and stuff," put in Shank.

"We'll take the salt then. You can keep the cow horn," said Redwine with a crooked grin, pushing his dirty-blonde out of his face. He was almost handsome, in a rough and rugged sort of way. He wouldn't clean up nicely; he looked like he was born to be a bandit.

Without the salt, we wouldn't have enough capital to buy dyes in Serellia. We'd be ruined. The whole reason we took this risky route was to stock up on Serellian dye for our next destination.

"Wait!" I said. Roland glared at me, but I continued, "Please, without the salt, we'd be ruined. We need the money."

"Oh?" mocked Redwine. "But we have needs too, little lady. Maybe we can come to an arrangement."

I didn't like where this was going, but I didn't see another way. "What kind of an arrangement?" I asked.

"How about you put that pretty little mouth to good use? Get on your knees for me, and we'll give you a discount. We'll just take one sack of salt, and you can be on your way."

My mind was racing. I'd never imagined I'd have to do something like this. The only man I've ever had sex with was my husband. But it was either this or financial ruin.

"O-ok, I'll do--" I stammered, but Roland cut me off.

"Not her. Don't make her do it. If this is the only deal you're offering, take me instead." Said Roland.

Take him instead? I've heard whispered rumors that men do things with other men, but I wasn't sure I believed them.

Redwine grinned, and his two subordinates chuckled. "Well, lad, you're almost as pretty as your wife. Any port in a storm, as my father used to say. Bring him 'ere boys."

Shank and Blackdog each grabbed one of Roland's shoulders, shoving him before their leader and pushing him to his knees.

I didn't want to watch his humiliation, but I couldn't look away.

Redwine untied his trousers and pulled out his cock. He pumped his hand on his length her a few seconds, going from half-erect to full mast. He was a little bigger than my husband, but not by much, pretty average I'm sure, but his self-assured confidence made it seem even larger. He smacked my husband's face with his cock.

"Open wide, lad. If you bite down, I swear I'll cut your fuckin' throat."

Roland's only response was to open his mouth all the way. There was something almost... submissive... about it. He'd never been that way with me.

Redwine shoved his member into my husband's mouth, quickly, and back out. My husband gagged, but the bandit pushed back inside. In and out and again, he finally found his rhythm, hands on my husband's head, guiding it onto his length. There was something forceful about it, somewhat violent, primal, masculine, and... arousing? Heat flooded between my legs, from watching my husband get dominated by another man. I wanted to touch myself, but I didn't dare.

My face felt flushed in a mix of arousal and embarrassment, and Blackdog must've noticed. I jolted when he wrapped his arms around me from behind. "Don't touch me!" I shrieked.

He did not let go.

Redwine turned to us, still savagely fucking my husband's face. "Blackdog, we had an agreement with this bitch down here on his knees. The lady stays out of it."

"Yeah, yeah. I won't touch her nowhere, boss. Just whispering sweet nothings," he replied, and to my surprise he actually started whispering to me. "You like what you see, girly?"

"No!" I whispered back.

"Yeah, you do. I seen the way you're looking at him."

Redwine was savaging my husband's face, spittle flying everywhere. Roland closed his eyes as Redwine mercilessly violated his mouth and throat.

"Damn, bitch, you're a natural. Most men have a gag reflex." Redwine smacked his face, but he kept fucking it at the same pace.

Roland let out a sort of "hmph" noise by way of response.

"You don't hafta say anythin'," Blackdog whispered. "Just come back through Gorget Pass. You ain't seen nothing yet."

I stood stock-still, squeezing my thighs together, wishing I could touch myself right then. I was so wet, from watching Roland, as well as from Blackdog's forceful embraces. As I watched Redwine savage my husband's face, I noticed something peculiar. The fabric in Roland's trousers was stretched pretty tight around his crotch. Was he enjoying himself too?

"Oh fuck!" yelled Redwine, plunging himself in all the way and erupting down my husband's throat. Roland squirmed, and smacked at the bandit's hand, desperate for air.

Redwine pulled out, casually stepping away from my husband without helping him up. Roland stood up awkwardly, dizzily, staring at the ground.

"Don't be stranger's ya hear," piped a jovial Redwine, smacking my husband's ass when we walked away.

Roland and I talked little the rest of the way to Serellia, I out of arousal and he out of embarrassment.

I couldn't get my mind off of what Blackdog had said. What more could they have planned for us? It would be much safer not to find out, and yet a part of me was very, very curious.

We sold our salt and booked a hotel room by sundown in Serellia. It's a beautiful town, all jungle trees and creeping vines. We had a small but private room to ourselves.

We sat in bed next to each other, with two small candles still burning. Roland was still pretty silent, lost in his own thoughts. I was having thoughts aplenty as well. My husband on his knees, dominated by another man. I should've been disgusted, repulsed, and a small part of me was, but an even larger part of me just wanted to see it happen again. I never knew such a thing happened; I never knew how arousing it would be to watch.

If I left it to him, we'd never address this, so I spoke up. "So, Rol, can we talk about--"

"No!" He cut me off. He wouldn't meet my eye.

"I just wanted to say that... well... that I'm grateful. You protected me."

"Protected you? I didn't fight them off, Evelyn. All I did was... well, you know... It was humiliating."

I affectionately stroked his chest. "Most men wouldn't be able to submit themselves like that, and you did it to protect me. To protect us. You did something difficult so that I wouldn't have to."

"Still. It was horrible."

I remembered his strained trouser-cloth right at his crotch. "Not that I was watching, love, but at the end, it almost looked like you were enjoying yourself." I crept my hand down between his legs and give him a little squeeze for emphasis.

"I wasn't," he said flatly. "I don't know why my body reacted the way it did. In the heat of the moment... I don't know."

I started stroking him over his undergarments. His body reacted to my touch almost immediately. Whatever his feelings towards men, I know that he's attracted to women at least. We've always had a good sex life, even if things have gotten a little boring as of late.

"Well... However you feel. I don't see you as any less of a man." I lazily stroked his cock some more; he was only half erect. When he didn't respond, I continued, whispering in his ear, "In fact, it kind of turned me on." As soon as I said it, I felt his dick pulse, growing larger.

"It--It did?" He was aghast.

"Very much. Would you like to reenact it?"

He was fully hard at this point. "Reenact? What do you mean?"

I hopped off the bed and fell to my knees before the bed. "Stand up. You can play the male role this time, and I'll play the female role."

He didn't resist this idea much, shambling to his feet and pulling down his undergarments.

It was a blissful night. He savaged my mouth and throat, yanking me by my hair, dominating me. The whole time, I had my hands between my legs, furiously working my clit--I don't know how many times I came--the whole time, all I could think about was my husband on his knees before those bandits.

We spent the next week doing business in Serellia and traveling east to a small mining town to buy refined copper. Our next stop was Luvria, down to the south-west. Which means either going south to the desert--far too perilous for the two of us and a donkey--or following the coastline road west and then south. This would add almost a week to the journey. There was one faster route we could take. There were just certain... dangers... to consider.

Roland and I were in our room consulting our map.

"What about the highlands, though Gorget Pass?" I tried to sound casual with this suggestion.

"I don't think either of us needs to go through that again." His tone was sharp, warning me to drop the subject, but I suspected it was somewhat of an act.

I disagreed with him of course, but I didn't want to sound overeager. "It would cut four whole days off our journey, Rol. We made a tidy sum, but we're not out of financial trouble yet. Besides, what are the chances we get ambushed by bandits again? First time was just unlucky."

It took a little more convincing, but he reluctantly agreed. Thankfully, for me and my perverted fantasies, the facts were on my side. This was indeed the most economical route we could take.

We spent the night at the base of the highlands and climbed up through the pass during the day. Gorget Pass is a long stretch of land in the highlands, with some unique geological features. There are cliffs and little mesas everywhere. There are few suitable locations where you can see long distances. It makes it easy to hide small campsites, and I'm sure it makes ambushing travelers simpler as well.

We were in a wide, straight stretch of canyon when we were ambushed again. Three men, all armed, came around the bend in front of us: a dirty blond man with a sheathed sword; a tall, dark-haired, broad man; and a wiry, russet-haired man. The latter two each hefted clubs.

"I told you this was a bad idea," my husband whispered to me.

"We'll figure something out," I said. "They were reasonable enough last time."

Before my husband could respond, bandit leader Redwine spoke, "My, my, my. You just couldn't get enough, could ya?"

"We really needed to take this shortcut to Luvria. Please, Redwine, just let us pass," I said. One part of me hoped they'd sent us on our way, but a much larger part of me was practically wet with anticipation.

He just shook his head and chuckled. "Sorry, lass, you're as pretty as an angel, but I'm not in the business of letting people go for nothing. This is our toll road. Now how about ya get on your knees and put those sweet lips to use?"

Truthfully, the thought of these men having their way with me was equal parts thrilling and terrifying. I was afraid they'd hurt me in some way, afraid of the violation of my body, and afraid that I'd enjoy it.

I looked at my husband, eyebrows raised, pleading with him with my eyes, hoping that he'd volunteer in my stead.

After a shaky breath and a short sigh, Roland spoke up, "Do it to me instead."

"You, again? You really love it that much?" Redwine flashed his crooked teeth.

"I don't!" My husband whined.

Redwine and Shank both laughed. Shank being the shriller of the two.

"We'll see about that, lad," said Redwine. "Now, take off your clothes."

"W-what? No," Roland replied.

"It's not like that, lad. No need to get excited." Redwine flashed a crooked smile. "I'm not gonna fuck you. You're going back down on your knees."

Fuck him? I wondered how that would even work. I wondered if I'd get to find out. That thought sent chills of excitement through me.

"But we wanna see ya. All of ya," piped in Shank, already untying his trousers.

"You should do it, Rol. Or would you rather they do it to me?" I encouraged.

"Yeah, listen to your woman, Rol," Blackdog put in. His deep and sonorous voice called my attention to him. That's what a real man sounds like.

Staring at the ground, Roland slipped off his shirt and stepped out of his trousers.

Shank stroked his (frankly enormous) cock. It was hard already and so thick. "You're looking good, slut, but lose the skivvies."

"Let us see you, lad." Redwine was close enough to touch my husband.

Roland's face burned as he dutifully and wordlessly slipped off his undergarments. His cock was still completely flaccid, but I was already getting aroused.

"On your knees, bitchboy," commanded Shank.

My husband didn't argue. He didn't even ask not to be called "bitchboy." He simply fell to his knees in submission.

I felt hands on my hips and jolted in surprise.

"It's only me," soothed Blackdog, "I'll be gentle." He wrapped his arms around my waist--gods, he was enormous--and he pulled me closer to him. My entire back was flush against his chest and nether regions.

"Now, lad, you've got some experience now." Redwine smacked his face with his cock. "So you'll need to play an active role. See what I mean?"

"I'm not sure I uh, follow..." he said, eyes glued to the manhood in front of his face.

"You're gonna suck my dick as best ya can. I'm not just gonna ravage your face this time. Though that was good fun too."

"O-ok, I'll try," Roland said, and that's exactly what he did. He sheepishly took the cock in his hand and guided it into his mouth, taking it in all the way in, back out, and repeating the gesture.

"Not bad, slut," Redwine said. Roland's cock flicked up just a bit, ever-so-gradually getting hard.

Blackdog held me firm in his arms, he was made of pig-iron. There was nothing I could do to wriggle free. Yet I didn't feel afraid at all, only a slight thrill.

Roland picked up the pace a bit, bobbing up and down the member, but without taking the whole thing all the way.

"Tell him he should take it in his throat," Blackdog whispered. His hands crept down over my clothes until they were almost touching me between the legs.

"Take it in your throat, honey. Make him feel good," I encouraged.

He obeyed me right away, impaling his throat on Redwine's cock. He got even harder, sitting at half-mast.

I stood there in silence, Blackdog groping me, watching my husband fellate another man. I was paralyzed by arousal. In that moment, I didn't--couldn't--trust myself. I could only hope that none of these bandits took advantage of my aroused state. I would have agreed to anything they asked.

Redwine pulled out of my husband's mouth with a pop. "How's about we show some love to our other friend?" He pointed at Shank's eagerly throbbing member.

Roland turned to face the massive thing, but before he could grab it, it was in his mouth. Shank facefucked him without mercy, without restraint. "I'm not as lovey dovey as Red o'er there. I take what I want."

Roland gagged and coughed, but quickly readjusted, passively letting the massive cock violate his throat. He was rock hard, face flushed, and I could've sworn he was groaning. I'm sure he would've claimed it was out of pain, but I would have known better. I was seeing Rolland how he really was, and I couldn't have been more pleased. All I wanted was for him to go further. Whatever that entailed, I wanted to see it.

Blackdog's hand was between my thighs, roughly rubbing me through the fabric of my skirt. "Now tell him how you feel," he whispered.

I was aroused, obviously, but so confused. He was so hard, all from being violently face-fucked. "You seem to really like that cock, honey. I don't think I've ever seen you so hard," I called.

"Ya hear that? Even his wife knows he's a cock-slut." Shank laughed, savaging Roland's face, forcing his head onto the massive cock.

I was warm all over with arousal, that feeling accentuated by Blackdog's rough touch. "I love your body. What I wouldn't give for you to volunteer sometime." He pinched my pussy through my skirt.

My insides quivered. Maybe I should volunteer sometime. Why should Roland have all the fun?

With a roar, Shank erupted in my husband's mouth, down his throat. When he pulled out, he was still erupting, spilling his seed down Roland's face.

Roland looked over at me, taking in the view: another man's hands groping my breasts and fondling me between my legs. My husband's cock twitched again ever-so-slightly.

"Time to finish me off, lad," said Redwine.

My husband clasped Redwine's scepter in hand, taking it into his mouth and down his throat, bobbing his head along the length. Working the shaft with his hand.

It wasn't long before Redwine exploded in his mouth, pulling out and painting his face as well.

Blackdog pulled away, but not before smacking my ass.

The bandits took a small box of ingots as a "toll," and let us go on our merry way.

"Don't be strangers, ya hear," called Redwine, as we left. Something tells me we won't be seeing the last of him.

We hiked through the highlands in silence for a while. Roland cleaned himself off at the first stream we encountered. We didn't say a word to each other until it was nearly nightfall and we had set up our campsite. We were both so paralyzed by lust after the events that happened--neither of us got to finish after all--but I think we were still feeling the effects when we sat around the campfire. We had a simple meal that night, basically just porridge, but it was nice to experience something wholesome and satisfying.

"So..." I finally started.

He looked at me, but said nothing.

I continued. "You certainly enjoyed yourself today."

"I could say the same to you. You didn't seem to mind getting pawed at by that bandit."

"Well, maybe you're right... but still, I need to know: are you attracted to men?"

"No! I'm not. I've told you that before," Roland whined.

"How am I supposed to believe that? You were rock hard when that bandit fucked your face. I won't be upset. I just want to know where you stand in all of this. I just want you to be honest with me."

He let out a little sigh. "Fine... I guess I don't know how I feel. I've always been attracted to women, to you especially. We've always had great sex. I don't find men physically attractive at all... but at the same time... there's something about the forcefulness that turns me on a bit... a lot. It's not that I'm attracted to those men, but I guess I like being used by them. But it has to stop. I can't keep indulging in this."

"But why?" I asked, "If it turns you on, and it turns me on, why stop?"

"Because they're just going to keep escalating. First, I had to blow one of them, and then two. Will they make me blow all three of them? Or go even further next time?"

It could've been a trick of the campfire-light, but his trousers looked stretched at the crotch.

"How could they go even further?" I asked.

"They could do something that there's no coming back from. They could fuck me."

"But how? You don't even have a pussy to fuck." I was trying to understand.

"They'd fuck my ass, dear." He said it like it was obvious.

I felt the blood rush to my face. The image flashed through my mind at once: Roland on all fours, getting railed by those rough men. It would be too much for me. I don't know what I'd do.

"Oh," I said, "that's... I've never thought of that before... I wouldn't mind seeing tha--"

"I would. I would mind." He cut me off. "It's not going to happen. Whether it turns me on or not, it wouldn't be right. I'm not going to let them do that to me."

"Fine, but if we run into them again? It's either you or me on the line."

"We'll just have to avoid coming through Gorget then," he said.

"It's been saving us a lot of time. More time means we can buy and sell more. We've worked out the arithmetic, and even with the bit they steal from us, we're way ahead of where we would be otherwise."

"So, what? I should let a bandit fuck me, just so we can make a few extra coins?"

"I'm saying, you should put our financial needs above your personal hangups, and if it comes down to it, to take it like a man."

We did not have sex that night.

I didn't have sex with him for the rest of the journey to Luvria, or any of the nights we stayed there. My monthly time came and went, which was a convenient excuse, but it's not why I wouldn't fuck him. I wanted him to get pent up, for his desire to grow. I wanted him to think about how those men made him feel, for his mind to wander, for him to fantasize.

We didn't talk about the bandits at all in Luvria. We focused on business, selling our copper for a modest sum and buying high-quality olive oil in return.

I did some of the wholesale shopping on my own this time, and under the guise of buying oil and high-quality soap, I visited a local herbalist's supply shop. I had been in there before, so I knew what to look for, and I was in luck. She had old and slightly wilted Kythia flowers: a magically dense ingredient that can be processed by the sorcerers of Serellia. Kythia shrubs bloom regularly, but the flowers wilt very quickly. They have to be picked right away. They also don't last very long. Even after they're picked and dried, they're only shelf-stable for about two weeks. I bought as much of it as I could.

It was the perfect solution.

When the time came to return to Serellia, we had two options yet again: either take the coast road (at the cost of a few extra days), or we could go through the highlands through Gorget Pass.

"There you are, honey," I said when I finally found Roland at an outdoor cafe. "I found a great business opportunity for us. I've already made the sale and loaded up the donkey."

He put down his half-finished cup of tea. "What is it?"

"Kythia flowers, one week old."

"One week old... We couldn't make it to Serellia in that time," he said.

"Not if we take the coast road..."

He caught the implication. "Evelyn... I thought we talked about this. We're not going through Gorget Pass anymore. We both know it's too dangerous."

"I know, I know. This will be the last time," I lied. "You know how much Kythia sells for in Serellia, love. I sank my full share into buying it."

"Well then, take it back. Return it."

"I can't. She said, 'All sales are final.' Besides, she'd have to be a fool to take back wilting Kythia. I thought you'd be excited. We can take the coast road, if you really want... but we'll take a major loss that way. I won't force you to go through the highlands."

"I'm not happy about this, Evelyn. We talked about this. I don't want to run into those bandits again," he said through gritted teeth.

"Oh, come on. What're the chances they run into us a third time? Gorget Pass is a huge place, all those winding paths. Come on, I know you're upset, but this is genuinely a great financial opportunity for us. Moderate risk, high reward, and a chance to get out of debt."

Of course, everything I said was technically true, but that's not why I wanted to go. I had been dying to see what the bandits would do to him next, but this way I had plausible deniability. If he backed out now, we'd take a substantial loss because of my purchase, plunging us deeper into debt.

Roland let out a long sigh, but his shining eyes belied his scowl. "I guess you're right... I'm still not pleased, but our finances have to come first."

And this way, my husband had plausible deniability as well.

I suspected that Redwine's bandit crew had some way of seeing which travelers to confront and which one's to avoid--sentries standing on high cliffs with looking-glasses, that sort of thing--because we have yet to run into any other group of bandits on the pass, and every time we traverse the path they come to us. Not that I'm complaining, of course.

This time was no different.

"Well, well, well." Redwine smirked. "You sure came back soon. What've they got on them, Blackdog?"

"Some dried flowers and jugs of olive oil," the pale, dark-haired bear of a man explained after inspecting our donkey's bags.

"Perfect. We'll take two jugs of oil for the toll. Now which one o' you is steppin' forward? You know how the toll works by now." Redwine showed his crooked teeth.

I turned to my husband. "Please, honey, I'm your wife. You can't let them do this to me." My melodramatic tone couldn't have possibly fooled anyone. We all knew what I wanted by now.

Roland glared at me, but then he just let out a long sigh. "Do it to me."

A thrill of excitement rippled through me. My hair stood on end.

"There's a good lad," said Redwine. "Take off your clothes."

Roland wordlessly took off his shirt and slipped off his trousers. He stared at the ground the whole time. He looked embarrassed and a little bit afraid, but there was a slight twinkle in his eye at the same time.

Redwine got fully naked as well. For a man ten or twenty years older than my husband and me, he had a really nice body: lean, but covered in ropes of hard muscle. He turned my husband around to face me.

Roland looked at the ground by my feet.

"Hands on your thighs," Redwine commanded.

Roland wordlessly obeyed, still standing, but bent over a bit. He was ready to take a cock up his ass. My insides quavered at the thought. I still half expected him to try to worm his way out of it, but he simply stood, obediently waiting to take his first dick.

Redwine slathered some oil all over his erection. Then he poured some oil down my husband's asscrack. Roland shuddered ever-so-slightly.

I felt familiar arms around me. Blackdog wrapped me up in his embrace, one hand straying low. "You're gonna enjoy this," he growled in my ear. "Your husband's a natural slut. He just didn't know it 'til we pushed him. Look at his face. He wants this almost as much as you do." Blackdog slipped his hand under the skirt of my dress, and under my panties' waistband. His hand found what it sought. "Gods, you're wet already."

"Alright, bitch. Remember this is a punishment for steppin' though our territory." Redwine slapped my husband's ass. "No touching your cock."

Roland's half-erection twitched at those words.

Then, with a strained thrust, Redwine forced his cock into my husband's ass.

Roland winced, face scrunched in pain as Redwine bottomed out inside him. He stayed all the way inside for a moment. "How's that feel, slut?"

"... hurts..." he grunted.

Redwine picked up the pace, gripping Rolland's hips. He slammed into him again and again.

Blackdog made circles on my clit, just a bit too rough, but I was so aroused I didn't care. Pleasure tingled through my nether regions.

Redwine mercilessly pounded my husband's ass, dominating the beautiful young man. My beautiful man.

Rolands let out another noise, not a grunt of pain, but a soft moan of pleasure. His fully erect cock slapped against his stomach as Redwine savaged his ass.

Rolland's face was a mask of pleasure, eyes closed, in submissive acceptance of his diminutive fate.

Redwine picked up the pace, to a savage and almost violent one.

"Oh, fuck!" screamed my husband.

"You, like that, slut?" Redwine asked rhetorically.

"Tell him how you feel," Blackdog growled into my ear.

"You like being fucked like a girl, honey?" I shouted over the sound of Redwine's savage thrusts.

When Roland didn't answer, Redwine grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head so he was facing me. "Answer your damn wife, slut." He didn't slow down at all, confidently continuing his assault on my husband's ass.

After a brief interlude of moaning, my husband groaned, "I... like being fucked like a girl."

He finally admitted it. I could've giggled out loud, or jumped for joy. There was no taking this back. He had been pushed past the point of no return, and I couldn't have been more pleased. "You like when real men put you in your place?" I asked.

"Yes," he breathed, "I'm a slut for cock." His cock was dribbling, flicking globs of precum onto the ground as he got violated by a stronger, more masculine man.

Blackdog dug his fingers into my sopping pussy. I was so close to cumming.

Redwine pushed my husband down on all fours and began pounding directly down into him.

"Oh fuck, fuck me!" My cocklsut husband yelled without shame.

Redwine obliged, railing my husband's ass. "I'm making you my bitch. Say it."

"You're making me, your--your bitch." He breathed.

That was what pushed me over the edge. It was too much for me, seeing my husband, totally emasculated, shameless with his cock-love. I screamed out, possessed by the orgasm that Blackdog's fingers forced out of me.

"It'll be you too next time," Blackdog growled in my ear. "I'll claim that pussy."

Redwine gripped my husband by the hips, pulling him up to meet him as he thrust down with full force. For Redwine this was about domination and power, but for my husband it was only pleasure.

Redwine bottomed out, and with a few grunts of desperate pleasure, he came inside my husband. From the look on Roland's face, he was incredibly close to orgasm. If he were allowed to touch his cock, there's no doubt in my mind that he would've cum right then and there.

Eventually, they pulled apart, and Blackdog let me go.

"Well then, slut. Put your damn clothes on an' be on your way," said Redwing.

When we made camp that night, I could tell that Rolland was still pretty pent up. We were in our tent, illuminated by the open flap and the campfire outside. We were still in the highlands, but we would be in Serellia soon.

My mind was still racing from what I saw that day. Roland made some pretty big admissions.

"So, honey... How are you feeling?" I tried to ask casually.

"I feel strange, I guess. Conflicting emotions."

"What do you mean?" I took a seat just across from him. We were close, face-to-face.

"Those men put me in my place. It was humiliating..."

"But?" I prompted when he didn't continue.

"But it was the most turned on I've ever been." His expression was dreamy; far away. "I've never felt anything like it before. Redwine mercilessly pounding my ass. I didn't want it to end."

"I didn't want it to end either. Watching you take his cock, moaning for more, dick leaking. He made you his bitch."

"I know..." He looked away from me.

I gently turned his chin to face me. "You shouldn't be upset, honey. This should be freeing."

"Why?" he asked. "In what way?"

"Because now we both know what a little cock-slut you are. There's no use denying it now." I placed a hand on his crotch. He was partially erect already. I caressed him over his trousers. "Say it to me, will you?"

He shuddered at my touch. I'm sure he was desperate for release at this point. "I'm a cock-slut," he whimpered eventually.

I yanked down his trousers, freeing his erection. Then, I stepped out of my dress and pulled off my underwear, for good measure.

His dick pulsed in excitement when I stood over him. I squatted down, hovering just a bit above his waiting cock.

His eyes leered at me, hungry and full of desire. He may enjoy getting fucked by men, but he's still entranced by my body.

I rubbed by pussy against the length of his erection. "You like being fucked by men?" I asked, wet just at the thought.

"I... do..." he breathed. "Please, put it in."

"I will in a moment." I said. I felt a rush of power when I spoke again, "But you've had your fun, so I'm going to have mine. You get to be fucked by those men, and I'm feeling a little left out. Next time we're in the highlands, I'm going to have some fun with them too."

"But you're my wife," he protested.

"And you're my husband, but that hasn't stopped you from taking dick. I need to be fucked by real men, honey, not just a little cock-slut. Now that you know how good it feels, would you give up cock for me?" I stared him dead in the face, daring him to contradict me.

"... no," he reluctantly admitted.

"Good. Now we're agreed. We both get to take as much cock as we want. Okay?"

His cock throbbed against me. He needed this.

"Okay..." he finally admitted. "Please, just fuck me."

I dropped down onto him, parting my wet folds, sinking down on his full length.

"Fuck," he breathed.

I bounced on him. "I bet you're close," I moaned. "Taking cock all day, and you didn't even get to cum."

"I am... close."

"You're stretching me out so much." I gyrated against him. "You know what that feels like now, don't you? Being stretched to your limit."

I bounced on him for a while, using his body for my pleasure, losing myself in the moment as minutes slipped away. He was rock hard, but I was surprised he hadn't cum yet.

I licked my pointer finger, slobbering all over it, getting it nice and lubed up. Then, without warning, I reached down and shoved it up his ass.

He squirmed and moaned, "Oh fuck!" he shouted, as I twirled around my finger inside him, curling it up in a beckoning motion. I fingered his ass like a pussy, and unsurprisingly, that was too much for him.

He erupted inside me, filling me up with jets of semen.

When we finally pulled apart, Roland asked, "What if you get pregnant?"

"What?"

"When the bandits fuck you. What if they impregnate you?"

"You haven't been able to get me pregnant in two years. I probably can't have kids, or you can't. We'll be making good money soon, so I guess a child wouldn't be that bad, but honestly I don't think it'll happen. And if it's a real problem... Well, the Serellian sorceresses have ways of getting rid of problem children before they're born."

That seemed to be a good enough answer for him.

We didn't fuck any more in Serellia, nor did we talk about the bandits. But the knowledge of what awaited us in Gorget Pass (should we ever return) was inescapable. It colored my mood while we negotiated the sale of the Kythia flowers.

We were finally out of debt, and had made a tidy little profit to be reinvested in our stock. We bought a few magic-worked items. High valued scrolls and scrying tools. They have a higher markup the further away from Serellia you go.

"So, where to next?" I asked my husband on our last day in the great jungle city. I knew the answer before I even asked.

"How about Luvria?" He suggested, as if casually.

Luvria was the only major destination that could take us back through Gorget Pass.

"I think that's a wonderful idea. We'd get the best prices for our magic goods there, after all." I said, as if that were the only reason I wanted to take that route.

I was practically wet with anticipation as we entered the winding, craggy paths of Gorget Pass. The anticipation was killing me.

I could've jumped for joy when I saw the oncoming figures. There they were, sauntering around the bend. Redwine, Blackdog, and Shank.

"Hey boys." I waved enthusiastically at them.

"Well, ain't you a mite chipper, lass?" said Redwine.

"How many of you are there?" I asked, "In your bandit company. It can't just be the three of you. We've come this way four times now, and you three always come out to greet us. We've never run into any rival bandits, so there must be quite a few of you."

Blackdog chuckled. "You can see why I like 'er, boss. She's a sharp one." Gods, his voice was deep; I could've melted.

"Aye, that ya'are. We've got north of a hundred men in our company, and lookouts all along Gorget's peaks. Why do ya wanna know? Sending guards after us won't work, lass."

"No, it's nothing like that. I wanted to make a deal," I said, revealing a small cloth-bound package.

I tossed it to Redwine; he effortlessness snatched it out of the air. He unwrapped the dagger, which glinted in the sunlight.

"Nice dagger, lass, but I don't see what this has to do with anything."

"You can give yourself a little cut to test it, but I wouldn't advise that."

"Aye?"

"It's got magic worked into the steel. I acquired it from the sorcerers of Serellia. One small cut causes blinding pain that lasts a few minutes. I'm sure men in your profession can find a good use for it."

Redwine's eyes sparkled as he flashed his crooked smile. "Aye, lass, we sure can, but why give it to us?"

"I want to make a deal. Safe passage for my husband and me through Gorget. No more tolls."

"No more tolls, for one little knife?" asked Redwine. "You have to do better than that."

"No more tolls out of our wares... We'll still pay the, uh, other way."

"Is that right?" asked Redwine.

"That's right. In fact, I insist on it. I don't want to come through this pass without my husband's ass getting fucked. I don't care what he says. I don't care if he says he doesn't want it. You fuck his ass no matter what." I was practically shouting, speaking quickly and from the heart.

"Evelyn... What are you saying?" asked my husband.

The bandits all grinned at this.

"I think I can agree to that, lass." Redwine shook my hand, then turned to my husband. "Undress, cockwhore."

Roland wordlessly obeyed, standing naked next to three real men.

"Little slut's hard already," said Shank. "Let's give her what she wants." He shoved my husband onto his hands and knees. Shank stood over him, greasing his massive cock. "You've never felt a cock like this before. I can promise that."

Roland arched his back as Shank lined up his wide head with my husband's little hole. Shank slowly entered my husband, rooting himself in all the way, and backed out.

"Oh fuck! You're so big," whined my husband.

I felt Blackdog's hands on my hips. The tall, pale man was frighteningly good at sneaking up behind me.

"Undress me," I breathed.

Blackdog pulled my dress over my head, revealing my bare, wet pussy. I went without underwear that day; I wanted to make it easy for Blackdog.

"You came prepared," he said.

"You can do whatever you want with me," I groaned

My husband screamed as Shank picked up the pace, savaging his body. Roland's erection flapped back and forth, smacking his stomach; he was already leaking precum.

"That was my plan, little lady." Blackdog pushed me onto all fours facing my slut of a husband. I felt like such a little slut myself, and that thought sent thrills through me. I was going to let this man--this bandit--fuck me.

I looked Roland right in his glassy eyes as Blackdog entered me. He was big, stretching me almost painfully, but I was wet enough that I could bear it. Warm jolts of pleasure poured through me with every thrust.

I gripped the grass. "Fuck me, Blackdog."

Blackdog obsequiously obeyed, picking up the pace, playing with my clit just a bit too roughly.

"Yeah, you like it when I make you my bitch?" Shank taunted my husband.

"I'm your bitch. Use me." My husband winced as Shank continued to savage his ass.

Pleasure flooded through me, along with something more like pride or satisfaction. It was too much for me: watching my husband get so sexually degraded, along with Blackdog's thrumming assault on my pussy. I screamed as the most powerful orgasm I've ever felt ripped through me. Time and identify evaporated in a sea of gentle darkness.

When my orgasm subsided and reality flooded back, I noticed the sensation of a cock in my mouth. Instinctively I started to suck it without the use of my hands. I opened myself to this welcome intrusion. If they wanted to use me like a whore, I wasn't going to stop them.

"There's a good lass," said Redwine. "I'll be fucking your husband's mouth in a jiffy, but you need to know that you're mine too."

I gave a little groan by way of response, or simply out of pleasure. It was hard to tell.

Redwine just chuckled, grabbing my hair. He started to ramrod my throat. I gasped and wheezed, but he didn't let up.

Blackdog just gripped me by the hips and started fucking me faster.

I was in ecstasy, and time melted away as my body made its slow march back towards my inevitable orgasm. I tried to scream through the cock in my mouth. I was a slut. I was a whore. I could do whatever I wanted. It was bliss.

Redwine pulled out of my mouth. "I think that's enough for you, lass."

I could've whined in irritation.

My husband was squealing with every thrust, enjoying his degradation.

"You even moan like a girl, honey," I panted.

Redwine grabbed Roland's face and shoved his cock inside.

Blackdog pushed me to the ground, laying me out flat and prone. He launched into me, using his weight to leverage his thrust. He thrummed against my g-spot over and over again in savage repetition. His thrusts were powerful but controlled, almost mechanical. It was as if he put all his attention into extracting--and providing--as much pleasure as he could from every thrust.

I could see my husband's throat swell as Redwine plunged into him. Roland squirmed against Shank's grip. Shank continued to violate his ass without mercy, fucking him like a wild animal. Shank fucked for Shank's pleasure alone, and I'm sure that fact turned my husband on more than anything. He was just a plaything for Shank's enjoyment.

I was in my own little world. High on every thrust, jolts of pleasure like miniature orgasms pulsed through my womanhood.

Redwine pulled out of my husband's mouth and with a grunt painted his face with cum. He turned his member towards me and painted me with cum as well.

He claimed us both as bandit sluts, and that's exactly what we were. That's exactly what we would be from here on out. The sheer perversion of the whole situation sent me soaring to new planes of pleasure.

Shank slapped my husband's ass. "We'll take you to camp one o' these days. Let a couple dozen men fuck you. How would you like that, slut?"

That very thought pushed me over the edge. There's nothing I would want to see--to experience--more.

"Just do it to him! I don't care what he says." I screamed, my body wrapped in another orgasm.

"Looks like your wife spoke for ya, little slut." Shank laughed. Then he gripped my husband's waist and flipped him around, muscles rippling in this feat of effortless strength.

My husband was on his back, legs spread, getting fucked missionary style. He tried to stifle his moans, as if that would convince anyone he was still a man, and not a submissive little cock-slut.

Shank was still going, clutching Roland's hips, fucking into him with all his might.

Rolland's glassy eyes met my own.

I knew then what I had always known subconsciously. Roland wanted this. Neither I nor the bandits made him into a cock-slut. This submissive little whore, moaning while a man violated their ass, was within him all along. All we did was set them free.

"Oh gods, oh fuck, I'm gonna--!" Rolland's dick erupted, flooding his chest and face with cum, as Shank fucked every last drop of semen out of him.

"You little slut," I breathed, "you came without touching your cock. Not even once. You even cum like a girl."

Blackdog fucked me even faster, just a few powerful thrusts, enough to push up both over the edge. He erupted inside me claiming every inch of my pussy with his seed, filling me up as my quaking body received him. If he, or any of these bandits, got me pregnant, I knew I would keep it. In fact, I'm going to let them all fuck me until it finally happens. Any of these bandits would be more worthy as fathers than my little whore of a husband.

Shank slammed himself into that little cock-whore, erupting inside him. Roland's cock twitched again. More dribbles of cum escaped his unused and untouched cock. His face was enraptured, in a state of pure surrender.

"Consider your toll paid this time," said Redwine. "Let's do business again soon, ya hear."

When Roland and I were clothed again, we set out on our way. I turned to him. "I don't think this is going to be enough for me," I said. "I want you to be a little slut for me more often. I'm going to find a man or two in Luvria who will fuck the cum out of you. Maybe a handful of men in Serellia too."

"And if I say no?" he asked.

"Neither of us would believe that, cock-slut." I smacked his ass. "The two of us are going to have lots of fun together."

And indeed we did.