Ravished by the Townspeople

Beauty woke up at the crack of dawn, careful not to wake her sisters who were sleeping after their late night out. She didn't know where they went at night, but they always came back home an hour or two before sunrise, grinning smugly and smelling of sex. Sometimes they would have a new silk scarf or shiny new necklace to show off. right before they passed out for the night.

She left the bedroom and went to the kitchen to stoke the fire and prepare breakfast. The little cottage felt quiet and empty without her father around. He had already left to go to the city and would be gone for over a week.

Last night, he had received word that one of his merchant ships had come in. This was excellent news because they thought all his ships had sunk in a storm, which caused their descent from a comfortable life in the city to living in poverty in a rural village. He needed to leave immediately, but he promised each of his daughters a present from the city. Everyone laughed when Beauty asked for a simple rose.

"Surely you want something more than a flower," her father said. "Perhaps a pretty necklace. Or a book. Would you prefer that?"

Beauty shook her head. Those luxuries were far too expensive to be practical, even if the ship was intact. "I miss the rose garden we used to have. I just want to smell roses again."

"Very well," her father said. "I'll get you a rose, my dear Beauty."

Now that it was morning, Beauty wished she asked for bread or cheese. The food supply was pitifully low.

After breakfast, Beauty went outside to tend to the small vegetable patch. In the process of pulling weeds, she ripped the side of her dress.

She sighed and went back inside. This was her only dress, so it would have to be mended before she continued to work.

Beauty stripped out of her dress, leaving herself in just her chemise. She felt slightly cold in the threadbare fabric and her nipples almost immediately got hard and painfully visible. She was glad it was just her and her sisters in the house. She would be humiliated if anyone else saw her like this.

She was still sewing when Hope and Mercy dragged themselves out of bed that afternoon. "Good afternoon," Beauty called.

They grunted greetings before going into the kitchen. "We're out of milk," Hope called out.

"We'll have to go to the village tomorrow," Beauty said. "We can't make it today." It would take at least another ten minutes to repair her dress and the market would close soon.

Mercy sat down next to Beauty, grinning wickedly. "There's enough time if you leave right now."

Beauty looked at her in disbelief. "I can't go right now! I don't have a dress to wear!"

Hope sat down on Beauty's other side. "Please? We'll take care of all the chores while you're gone. Besides, it would take us hours to look as pretty as you look right now."

"Yeah," said Mercy. "You can just walk into town and they would bend over backwards for you." There was a hint of envy in her voice.

Beauty blushed. She was the youngest of the three sisters and she lived up to her name. Her honey-colored curls cascaded down her back and framed her heart-shaped face. Her pink lips fell naturally into a pout. Underneath her chemise were perky breasts, curvy hips, and a sweet little pussy between her thick thighs.

Beauty put down her sewing with a sigh. "Can I at least borrow a dress if I'm to go into the village?"

They looked shocked at the suggestion. "Absolutely not!" Hope exclaimed. "What if you get it dirty?"

"Or it rips?" Mercy added. "What would we do then? No, you'll go to the village as you are."

She bit her lip. She hated to disappoint her sisters. And if she wore her cloak, maybe no one would know the difference. "Okay," she said. "I'll be back soon." She stood up, tied her coin purse to her hip, and grabbed her cloak, making sure it covered every inch of her chemise.

Mercy snickered as Beauty walked out the door. "Hopefully not too soon."

Beauty burned with shame as she entered the little village they called home.

In the village square was a market where merchants, farmers, and artisans sold their wares. People milled about, haggling over the price of eggs, milk, and bread.

Beauty kept the cloak wrapped tightly around herself as she went to Pierre's booth. Pierre was in his early thirties and sold the best milk in the village. His face was tanned from working in the sun and his arms were muscular from hard labor.

He smiled at Beauty. "Hello, Beauty," he said. "Awfully warm for a cloak, isn't it?"

She blushed, but managed to smile back. "I would like a bottle of milk, please." She had to make this quick. The longer she spent in the village, the more likely someone would notice she was practically naked under the cloak.

Pierre handed her a bottle of milk. "How are your sisters, Beauty? They were in rough shape when they left the tavern last night."

So that's where they spent their nights. "They are well, sir," she said quietly.

His smiled broadened. "Maybe one of these days, you could join them."

She shook her head with a small laugh. "I'm not one for drinking."

"Oh, I'm sure you could have fun anyway." He looked her up and down. "There would be so many men who would make sure you have fun."

Beauty swallowed. "One franc for the milk, yes?"

Pierre nodded.

She took her money of the little coin purse. As she did so, the cloak parted slightly, revealing her nakedness beneath the cloak.

Pierre's eyes widened. "It looks like you're more willing than you let one," he said. A predatory smile danced across his lips.

Beauty took a step back. "It's just a misunderstanding," she said. "My dress ripped and I was mending it when my sisters sent me out for milk."

"Sure," he said. "Whatever you say, Beauty." He stepped closer to her and grabbed her jaw. "Don't you know what your sisters do every night? Just admit it-- you want that for yourself."

"No!" Beauty looked around. Therre were curious glances coming from other villagers. But there wasn't a friendly face in sight. "I just need to get some milk," she said weakly."

"And you will," Pierre said. "I can give you plenty of milk. And Jean over there can give you bread."

Beauty looked to see the baker leering at her from the next stall over.

Pierre continued to whisper in her ear. "And Louis will be happy to let you have all the eggs you want. Don't you want to take home lots of food for you and your sisters?"

Beauty's mouth watered. Their cupboards were almost bare. There never seemed to be enough food to go around these days.

Pierre grinned. "There you go," he said. "Now you see the appeal."

"What do I have to do?" She whispered.

"Get on your knees and suck my cock."

Her face flushed scarlet. "Right here?" The market had emptied a little because it was close to closing time, but there were still a few people around. They would see all of it.

The lust was clear in his eyes. "Exactly."

She bit her lip. Part of her wanted to run all the way home. But the promise of food was too tempting. She sank to her knees. Pierre unbuttoned his pants and his cock sprang free. The tip of it bobbed close to Beauty's mouth. "Come on, sweetheart. Be a good girl and take it."{

Beauty obediently opened up her mouth and took the cock in. It felt so big to her. She licked the tip of it, not sure what to do.

Pierre chuckled. "It's a good think you're so pretty, Beauty, because you have no idea what to do with a cock in your mouth." He grabbed the back of her head and shoved his cock inside her mouth until it hit and back of her throat. Beauty gagged and had to brace herself by grabbing Pierre's thighs.

"That's it," he grunted. "Take my cock. Suck it."

Tears streamed down Beauty's face from the effort. She whimpered as he fucked her throat raw. Then all of a sudden his grip in her hair tightened and he groaned as he shot a stream of cum down her throat. Beauty gagged. Finally, Pierre released her and she doubled over on her hands and knees. She coughed up the white liquid. Her throat was sore from the abuse.

Someone tittered behind her and she turned to see Jean casually watching her. "Oh, Beauty," he said. "Haven't your sisters told you it's rude to spit? You're supposed to swallow. But it's all right. We can teach you."

"Please," Beauty whispered. "I don't think my mouth can take anymore."

He walked up behind her. "Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. I'll I'll give your mouth a break." He took off her cloak and tossed it to the side. Beauty rushed to cover herself with her arms, but Jean moved them away. "Hands and knees," he said. "Now."

She could hear Pierre's cruel laughter as she got on her hands and knees. She felt so exposed in her petty coat and corset.

Jean slowly slid her skirt up, revealing first her bare legs and then her pussy.

Beauty's cheeks burned. No man had ever seen her in such a state before and now several were seeing her exposed like this in the town square.

Jean whistled as he knelt behind her. "Such a pretty little pussy," he said. His fingers brushed against her slit and she yelped. "You're just begging to be fucked. So wet."

"No! Please, I can't. I'm a virgin."

He groaned. "Even better."

"Please. I'll do anything except that."

"Dangerous words, Beauty. But too late to take them back now." He moved his hands from her pussy to her ass. He squeezed her ass, appreciatively.

"Get on with it, already!" someone called. Beauty recognized Louis's voice. He was palming himself through his trousers.

Jean sighed. "Impatient fuck," he muttered. He parted Beauty's ass cheeks and spit right on her tight entrance there. Her eyes widened as she realized what he was about to do. "Wait--"

Jean pushed inside her before she could get the rest of the sentence out. She cried out as his cock stretched her hole out. He groaned as he thrust in and out of her. "Your ass feels so good," he said. "You definitely have a whore's ass."

Beauty closed her eyes, trying to stop the tears from falling, but she couldn't stop them completely. She heard footsteps and someone knelt in front of her. Louis. "Shh," he said. "Just relax, Beauty. You can enjoy it too if you give it a chance."

She couldn't speak. every time she opened her mouth, Jean pushed in extra hard and she cried out. Louis wiped away her tears before moving his hand to her corset. He pushed it down, revealing her breasts. He started to play with her nipples and Beauty was ashamed to admit how much it turned her on.

Louis gave her an encouraging smile. "That's it," he said. "You're being so good."

She wanted to respond, but she could barely form thoughts in her head, let alone words to say out loud. Jean was still thrusting into her but her body had grown used to it by now. She felt like she was in a daze as she got fucked in the ass.

Louis seemed to sense this. "Good girl," he purred. He stood up and unbuttoned his pants. "Now open your mouth."

Beauty obeyed and he slid his hard cock inside. He groaned. "Fuck, that feels good," he muttered. He tangled his fingers in her hair before holding her head still as he thrust in and out of her mouth. Beauty struggled to close her lips around his cock, but he didn't seem to care. Unlike Pierre, who wanted her to suck and use her tongue, Louis just wanted a willing hole to use.

Beauty let Louis and Jean fuck her from both ends. Tears streamed down her face. This was so humiliating but she knew it meant food for her and her sisters while their father was away. So she had to endure it.

Jean groaned suddenly and he came inside her. Louis wasn't far behind.

The two men pulled out of her roughly, leaving Beauty collapsed on the ground as she coughed up Loui's seed. There was laughter from all around her.

"Good job, Beauty," Pierre said. "We'll make a decent whore out of you yet."

That was the last thing she wanted. She didn't even want to show her face in the town again.

Food was placed around her as she slowly recovered. Payment for services rendered. Beauty didn't know what was worse: that she let her body get used like that or that part of her had enjoyed it.

After a few minutes of recovery, Beauty forced herself ot get to her feet and start the walk back home. Her mouth tasted like cum and warm cum dripped down her leg.

When she arrived home, her sisters were waiting for her, grinning wickedly. "Looks like you got ravished by the town," said Mercy.