Forewarned Is... Well, You Know...

The final arrows sang through the air, puncturing the armour of the only man still standing with a metallic thunk. He sank to his knees, blood bubbling from the corner of his mouth as he dropped his crossbow.

"Cor'," called a nasal accented voice from the trees. "That's the last one... shame, too, he was a looker."

"Then why did you have to shoot him," came a gruff response from the ground as the older female wiped the blade of her axe clean on the tabard of her downed foe. "Couldn't you have just scared him back into the wagon?"

"He had a bead on ya," the spritely younger girl called, dropping out of the trees. "I guess I coulda let him plant one in your back if you were that hard up for a lay,"

"Quiet, both of you," a commanding third voice said, striding from the brush. She sheathed her blades carefully, the long red braid shining in the sunlight, swaying as she approached the caravan. "Investigate the wagons, look for survivors."

"I don't like this..." the tall brunette groused. "Those guards were too few and too ill-organized for a caravan like this."

"Coo'ee," the nasal blonde retorted. "Look who's the expert now... you've nae' been out here for a week yet, what do you know about..."

The brunette grabbed the blonde by her thin leather top, whirling her around, "I know the difference between a bodyguard and a brigand in ill-fitting armour... I wanna know why these guys were guarding these wagons, and why they fought to the death over it!"

"Maybe they took one look at your butch ass and decided dying was a better choice than getting drug off in the woods for a romp!"

"Why you snottly little..." the brunette started, but she and the blonde were soon very attentive as they found their leader's blades hooked under their chins.

"I believe I said, QUIET," she emphasized, pressing the blades till they dimpled either of her subordinates skin, a hairs breadth away from cutting. "Fan out, there's more to this than meets the eye."

The three females spread out, working their way through the four wagons, alert for anything. It was the blonde who spotted her first, seeing the flash of black linen out of the corner of her eyes. Whirling, all four hands a blur, she nocked an arrow into both of her light horn bows, letting loose the pair in a single fluid motion, pinning her target to the side of the wagon by her robe.

The victim shouted, and a thin smear of red stained the white cuffs of her habit at the wrist. The other two brigands came running to see what the commotion was.

"Nice to see your aim is improving, Moira," the brunette joked, hanging her four hatchets back on the hooks at her belt. "We're clear, looks like she's the last one."

"Aww... I was trying ta kill it," the blonde retorted sulkily, unstringing her bows.

"Now then, what prize is it exactly we've claimed here?" the redhead wondered, approaching the girl pinned to the side of the wagon.

Panicky eyes scanned the trio who had her trapped, and she gulped. Brigands... more brigands. As her eyes scanned them, she took in their unusual forms, each with four arms and pair of shapely horns on their heads....

Tetrics.

"Please," she whined. "Please, I don't want trouble."

"'S a bit late for that, lovey," the blonde quipped, her grin devious.

The redhead held up her hand, waving the others to silence. She pulled back the girl's cloak, revealing a teen girl in the black and white habit of the church.

"Tell me," she said softly, "Who are you and what, exactly, is a priestess doing this far out in the wilderness with brigand outriders for an escort?"

"I'm... my name is Samantha," she said weakly, sagging backward into the side of the wagon, "I'm not a Priestess I'm.... I'm a novice. And I'm... I'm cursed."

"Cursed!" the blonde shouted. She quickly spat in her two left hands, slapping her right fists into each, upper fist to lower palm and vice versa, and hopped in a circle on one foot. The brunette, watching this spectacle, burst out laughing.

"What?!" the blonde whined. "Me Mam said it was the best way tae ward off a curse, an' I don' want nothing tae do with no magic."

The redhead turned back to the captive, unsheathing one of her longer blades, pointing it menacingly at the novice. "What, exactly, is your curse?"

The novice reached up with her one free hand to her head, very slowly so as not to startle her captors, and pulled down the cap to her habit, revealing a pair of dirty blond pigtails, and a large, blood-red demonmark on her forehead.

All three of the brigands gasped when they saw it. "That's... that's..." the redhead muttered to herself. The novice simply nodded.

"I was part of the retinue of a priestess sent to seal away a powerful demoness. My mistress and the others worked to bind the demoness... but she was killed in the middle of the ritual," she said, tears running down her face. "So I... I took her place. The ritual sealed the demoness inside me."

The brunette approached, crossing both her arms, "So... what does that have to do with the brigands."

"It's part of the sealing spell," she continued, "Anyone who spills the blood of the Retinue who sealed the demoness shares the onus of bringing the sealed demoness to the Church headquarters to be banished. They attacked us enroute to the church, killed everyone but me... they were bound by magic to escort me... and now.. now they're dead too... and I'm... I'm..."

The bandit trio exchanged glances, before turning back to the girl. "Listen," the leader said, laying her hand on the girl's shoulder. "We were after money, that's all... and we certainly have no intention of harming you with that demoness sealed inside you. We'll take the wagons, leave you with food and one of the pack burros and send you on your way in the morning. Hmm?"

"But," she sniveled. "But that's all? You're just going to abandon me out here?"

The redhead smiled, but her face was cold. "It's not like you have much of a choice in the matter."

It was late evening, and the novice sulked by a small fire, her hands and feet bound in manacles they brigands found amoung the wagons. She picked fitfully at a bowl of thin gruel, watching the trio gorge themselves on rashers of bacon and fresh bread and desecrating the sacramental wine, gulping it straight from the silver-inlaid casks.

They'd made her drag the bodies away from the camp, laughing as she struggled with them. They'd doused them in incense and scented oil so the smell of soon-to-be rotting meat wouldn't attract predators or scavengers.

The leader of the group stood, walking toward the more opulent of the wagons. "One of you two keep watch, let the other rest. I'll take last watch."

"Watch," the blonde snorted as their leader disappeared into the wagon. "Cor, this caravan's the only living thing we've seen short of squirrels the last week. It's boring. I'm bored, Dhonna," she announced to her brunette associate.

The other girl grinned a dark sort of grin, and nodded at the chained novice to the side. "There's something around here that can fix that."

"What?" the blonde said, "You want her to sing? Tell Stories?"

"Fours and Eights," the brunette spat with a laugh, "You're dense. She's not gonna play for us, we're gonna play WITH her."

The blonde tetric's eyes flared open, and both her right arms flew to her mouth in shock. "Wait, what, you mean you'd... but, I mean.. it's a girl?"

"Well," the older brigand said, loosening the laces on her brigandine vest and pulling it free, her large breasts held snugly beneath the simple leather jerkin underneath, "Why not? She's got the same parts one of us does, give or take..."

"Yeah, but..." the blonde started, then stopped simply looking confused. She'd never actually considered it with another girl before, but there was something inside her that was turned on the by the idea, doubly so by the fact it was a prisoner, and she felt herself starting to go wet at the thought.

Still, she hesitated. "But I mean, Dhonna," she said, addressing the older tetra arm. "You've done it before? Wi' a girl I mean?"

The dark haired brigand chuckled ruefully. "No... though I've thought about it before... it's why I'm out here in the wild with you two now, anyway." When the blonde just stared quizzically at her, she sighed, rubbing her horns nervously, "I was a bodyguard to a village elder's daughter; cute, pert little thing barely past her mistress rites," she reminisced, smiling wistfully. "We went out after and got drunk, and I misread some signs and tried to put a leg over on her... turned out that wasn't such a good idea."

"Wow," Moira said, a little shocked, "You've never said anything about that... Hey, wait, does tha' mean you've been checking out me arse when we bathe?"

Dhonna snorted. "If you bathed or had an arse to speak of, I might."

Moria huffed, crossing both her arms and sulking to one side. Dhonna, meanwhile, rattled the chain that held their captive's manacles, making Samantha look up in shock.

"Don't be scared," Dhonna called, "You must be cold over there, come here by the larger fire if you want."

Though she looked scared, Samantha glanced at the dying embers of her tiny fire versus the rather boisterous one in front of the two brigands, weighing her choices. Warmth won out as she stood and hobbled over to the fire, sitting as far as she comfortably could from her four-armed captors and still get any benefit from the fire.

"Th... thank you," she muttered hesitantly.

Dhonna smiled. "We're sorry about this, normally we don't take captives or kill unless we have to."

Moira leaned over to Dhonna and whispered sharply, "That's nae true... aren't you tha' one always saying 'Fall on 'em like a rain and steal whatever's not bleeding when it's..' Ouch!" the blonde yelped, as Dhonna pinched her hard on the thigh to shut her up, making Samantha jump.

"Hehe..." Moira said ruefully out loud, "Sorry... something must have jumped out of the fire," she groused, shooting dark looks at Dhonna as she massaged her leg.

The darker haired tetric gestured at the food beside her, and nodded to Samantha, "If you're hungry, eat... just don't tell the Boss, okay?"

Samantha hesitated again, but less obviously this time, and quickly grabbed a hunk of bread, smeared with jam, and some bacon to eat. Hunger made her waffle between genteel, ladylike bites and the occasional ragged gulp. Dhonna watched her eat, following the curve of her neck as she swallowed, taking in the swoop of her shoulder and the outline of her breasts beneath the simple habit.

Suddenly self-conscious, the novice put aside the food, and huddled down against the cold. "Thank you for the food..." she said nervously, her soft voice enflaming Dhonna. She held up the wine and said, "Come on, come over here and have some. It's alright."

Samantha balked at this, though. Desecrated as it was, it was still sacramental wine and she said as much. "Please, that's blessed wine. It's supposed to be used for rituals, not for.. for this."

Dhonna's eyebrows furrowed, and she said sharply, "So you're too good drink with us, is that it?"

Samantha looked stricken, "No! It's just that... It's against my vows to drink... the wine is used to bless objects, never to be imbibed."

Dhonna chuckled, turning back her head and gulping from the small cask as streams of purple-red ran down the sides of her mouth, horrifying the young novice. "Tastes too good not to "imbibe" if you ask me," she said. Yanking the chain, she pulled Samantha off balance, making her fall in the dirt. Keeping the chain taut, she reeled the captive in as the novice scrambled in the dirt to get her footing.

Still pulling the chain, Dhonna dragged Samantha to her knees in front of her, gripping the chain at her wrists. "Cup your hands," she demanded.

"But... but..."

"Cup. Your. HANDS!" Dhonna demanded, eliciting a little shriek from the novice, who trembled as she complied.

Moira watched this display from the side, a little shocked at her friend's behaviour. She'd never seen Dhonna act like this, not even with their male captives... she could feel Dhonna's little show turning her on, though, and she wondered why she'd never wanted to try something like this with the dozen or so prisoners she and McCairn had held over the years.

Holding Samantha's hands in place with one hand, via the chain and manacles, Dhonna lifted the gallon-sized cask with two others, and poured a deep pool into Samantha's dirt-streaked hands. "Now, drink."

Samantha looked stricken. She couldn't take in the wine, but throwing it aside would be a greater sin than drinking it would.

Dhonna recited, "Great the sin of tainting the body with base spirits, greater still the taint of wasting that which the Lord has granted," she said, shocking Samantha. "Aye, I've known several adherents of your gods," she confided in Samantha, "I know you'd rather cut off your own arm than dump that wine in the dirt, which makes me wonder," she smiled viciously, "Are you going to? Or are you going to drink?"

The poor novice was on the verge of tears when, finally, she jerkily raised her hands to her lips. Ignoring the brown and black flecks of dirt floating in the wine she drank deeply, shuddering in shame as the gulped it down. She tipped back her hands to take in every drop so as not to waste it, eventually falling back on her haunches, sobbing, while Dhonna licked her lips.

"Hmm... she still looks thirsty to me," Dhonna said to Moira, who jumped a little. Her face was darkly framed, her eyes almost misty and unfocused. "What do you think?"

"Uh... that is..." Moira said, her eyes trailing back and forth between her companion and the prisoner as, slowly, an identical glassy eyed expression came over her, and she smiled back. "She looks positively parched, lovey."

Dhonna jerked Samantha forward, pulling her beside the tetric as her lower hands worked quickly over the laces on either side of her jerkin, finally pulling it free and revealing her bare chest. Her breasts were large, especially for the usually willowy Tetric people, and they swung freely now that they were loose of their confines. Dhonna leaned back, taking her lower arms and pressing her breasts together as she lifted the wine cask in one hand, pouring wine into the well formed in the crevasse between her breasts as Samantha sputtered in abject disgust.

"You... you can't be.... that's vile!" she spat struggling against Dhonna's grip on the chain. The brunette let go of the chain, quickly snaking her arm up to seize one of Samantha's pigtails, making her howl as she pulled the novice's head down to her breasts.

"You'd better drink," Dhonna growled, pressing the novice's face closer to her cleavage. "Neither of us will be happy if you make me spill this wine."

Samantha shuddered, the rank smell of trail sweat and dirt mixed with the fragrant wine making her stomach churn. Another wrench of her pigtail, though, convinced her that Dhonna was in no way joking. Whispering prayers of absolution, she inched her face close to the wine pooled between the brigand's breasts and, tears flowing freely, she tipped her lips into it and drank.

Dhonna laughed huskily as she watched the human lap at the puddle of wine, pressing her face hard into her bosom and surprising her, smearing her face with streaks of bright red wine.

"That's it... yes, that's it..." she cooed, urging Samantha on, smearing her face across her breasts, forcing her to lick up as much of the liquid as she could, practically smothering her in the process

Moira, meanwhile, watched the scene before her with a mix of shock and lust, gently flicking her hands across her own breasts. She jumped in shock when Dhonna called her name.

"Moira!" she demanded, smiling past the young novice still lapping at her breasts. "You look a little thirsty as well... fancy a drink?"

The blonde brigand hesitated, but she licked her lips watching the mousy novice, smeared with wine, forced to tend to her friend's breasts. Slowly, she nodded, approaching Dhonna who tipped the cask again, sending a cascade of fresh wine spilling down over her breasts as streams trailed all the way down her belly.

Samantha whined, pained by the waste of the wine as she continued to try to lick it up, abandoning her resistance to the brigands. She could see the flicker of dark magic behind their eyes, like the brigands before them who ended up bound to her service. The demoness she held inside her was not fully contained, and it's dark power poisoned everyone around her. She had hoped it's power would be wasted against the female brigands, but the perverse nature of their attraction seemed to be amplifying it's effects instead.

Moira, meanwhile, knelt down beside Samantha, looking up at Dhonna who nodded, splashing a fresh smear of wine across her other breast. Moira began to lick as well, as Dhonna moaned, her head rolling back, the two girls tended to her breasts and belly with lips, fingertips, and tongue.

"That's enough," she growled, jerking Samantha's head back and making the girl whimper. Moira sat back on her bottom, licking the wine from her hands absentmindedly, watching as Dhonna smiled at her. "She's done such a nice job, hasn't she... I think it's time for a reward, don't you?"

Moira nodded, pulling grease and jam smeared knives from the behind her with three hands, approaching Samantha. The poor girl cowered, whimpering as the blonde began to carve away her habit, slicing through the rough linen with sawing strokes. Her attempts at modesty failed though as her manacled arms were still held by Dhonna. She tried to twist her body to hide it from the brigands, but Moira simply grabbed her legs, turning her to face them.

Moira whistled softly, marveling at their prisoner's milky white skin. Her nipples were soft pink and tiny, barely visible against her pale breasts. Her body was soft and sweet looking, nothing but soft, rounded curves like the girls in temple frescos.

Dhonna pulled the chain holding Samantha's manacles up, pulling her arms over her head, leaving her completely exposed. Moira moved without thinking, her hands roaming intimately over their captive's body stroking and teasing. She pinched the novice's nipples, tweaking the tiny peppercorn buds until she cried out softly, her face wracked with shame. She sobbed as Moira's hands slithered greedily across her body, one eventually dipping slowly down into the cleft between her legs, sliding up and down the lips of her sex.

Dhonna pulled the chan backward so that Samantha's arms flanked her head, the manacle-bound wrists hooked against her neck. Then she began to tease the novice's body as well, licking along her collarbone to her neck, sucking at it and nibbling.

Samantha sobbed in shame as her demonmark throbbed painfully, sending pulses of burning ache and searing pleasure coursing through her body as the two brigands explored every inch of her body intimately, licking, sucking, biting, teasing every inch of exposed flesh.

Moira broke away, panting, still confused why this felt so right. Dhonna, however, had abandoned herself to ravaging the pretty young novice, and she licked Samantha's armpits with abandon, making the girl shudder. She turned her face to Moira stating simply, "Take off your clothes."

She complied without thinking, pulling off the leather vest and exposing herself to the pair. She was moulded in the classic vein of the Tetra arm people: wiry muscles wrapped perilously tight around long, slender bones; her whole body was strung narrow and taut as a yew longbow. Her breasts were barely visible, broad and flat on her chest, each topped with a surprisingly long, dusky nipple.

"Now then, girl," the dark-haired brigand growled into Samantha's ear. "You're going to give Moira here just as good a time as we've shown you."

"Please," she whined. "Please no more... I don't want to."

"I'm afraid," the brunette brigand said, twisting her arms behind her head, making her cry out, "That you don't have a choice in the matter." Standing, she dragged Samantha to her feet, marching her forcefully to where the blond brigand sat, reclining nude against the side of the wagon and grinning.

Forced to her knees beside the younger of her captors, Samantha's resistance crumbled as the tall, dark-haired brigand loomed over her. She licked at Moira's breasts feebly, flicking her tongue over the thick nipples, her nose rankling at the smell of stale sweat.

Moira was gentle with her, at least more so than Dhonna, and all four hands embraced the girl softly, guiding her head to her breasts, caressing her soothingly as she clucked her tongue in a strangely motherly fashion despite her youth. "There, there, lovey," she cooed softly, her hands roaming softly over the Novice's body. "That's a good girl... good girl..." She took Samantha's manacled hands, freeing them from Dhonna and hooked them over her own neck.

Licking her lips in anticipation the brunette brigand watched the two blonds, one fine platinum the other dirty flax, suckling at each other. Without having to hold or guide the prisoner, she let her hands roam over her own body. She teased the lips of her sex under her pants as she watched the novice take all of Moira's nipple into her mouth, nursing at it as the brigand moaned.

Landing on her knees beside the pair, she began to caress them both, her hands dipping into the folds of each, as well as her own, caressing each sex in smooth motions as she watched the novice switch from breast to breast, at Moira's urging. Her free hand traveled to her own breast, her brow furrowed on concentration as she caressed her own orbs, teasing her nipples as best she could while still gently stroking her fingers through each girl's lower lips slick with lust.

Dhonna eventually pulled Samantha free from Moira, who whined in complaint until Dhonna pressed her to the ground, dragging the novice on top of her, straddling her face. Moira sprang to action, engulfing the girl's sex with her mouth as Samantha gasped and moaned despite herself. Dhonna smiled, grabbing her pigtails in hand and pulling her down, pressing her face near Moira's pussy, the red flushed lips framed by fine blonde hair.

Samantha hesitated, but the throbbing of her demonmark echoed the pulsing lust surging through her body as Moira's tongue assaulted her folds with abandon. Slowly, she lowered her head to Moira's sex, parting the petals with her tongue.

Moira moaned into the novice's pussy as she lifted her legs, setting her feet on the ground to lift her hips off the ground, pressing herself to Samantha's face. Her hands were far from idle, and they roamed over Samatha's buttercream sweet skin, her lower arms cupping the girl's breasts as her others caressed the hips just over her head as she drank in the essence of sex from Samantha's pussy.

Dhonna watched this spectacle with a wild gleam in her eye as she pistoned three fingers into her own pussy, her other hands busy caressing her breasts and nipples. Sinister thoughts surged through her mind, and she picked up one of her hatchets as she approached the writhing pair.

She opened her mouth, letting a thick gob of spittle splatter across Samantha's ass, leaving a slimy trail along the gap of her cheeks and the puckered bud hidden there. Samantha, somewhat dazed, looked over her shoulder to see the brunette, a wicked light in her eyes, working the rounded wooden haft of the short hatchet against her.

Her eyes widened in shock at this perverse intrusion, and she tried to struggle free. Moira, however, instinctively wrapped her long legs around the girl, gripping her under her arms, pinning her whole body down, her face still pressed into Moira's lust slick folds. Dhonna sneered, working the hatchet roughly forward until the wooden shaft breached her clenching muscles. Samantha howled, the sound muffled between Moira's thighs, and her stomach knotted in pain.

Barely lubricated by the brigand's saliva the wooden shaft dug painfully in the walls of her rear, and she struggled against the pain even as Moira's surprisingly artful tongue continued to tease her inner folds. The surge from her demonmark warped the sensations, and pain and pleasure mixed in cacophonous concert in her head.

Moira seemed content to abuse the girl's face, not seeming to care that she was no longer actively pleasing the brigand. She simply humped herself against the sobbing pig-tailed girl's face to build her own orgasm. Meanwhile, she brought a hand to Samantha's sex, thrusting a pair of fingers into her deeply as she continued to lick and suck at her clit, making the girl scream in entwined pain and pleasure.

Dhonna stroked herself furiously as she worked the hatchet's handle slowly in and out, her own sex throbbing at the obscene sight of pink bloodstains dotting the rough hemp wrapping. Grunting, she drove her hands as deep into her pussy as she could, climaxing and collapsing to the side, yanking the hatchet's haft free as she did.

Samantha shuddered, the sudden emptiness erasing most of the painful sensation. She panted her relief, sobbing into Moira's sex as the blonde brigand ground her pussy against the novice girl's face and stiffened, smearing juices across Samantha's face. The younger brigand jerked to her own faint orgasm, letting go of Samantha, who collapsed to the side, her own throbbing lust still not ebbing.

"What in the blood-soaked Hells is this!" came a rather furious roar as the redheaded brigand leader stormed down the steps of the wagon she had been in. The poor novice girl struggled to hide her nudity in shame, as she realized what it looked like. Moira and Dhonna both tried talking at the same time, but were silenced by a slap each.

"What were you thinking!" the redhead chastised them as the struggled to get dressed, "Playing with prisoners is one thing, but damn you both for not taking your watches! I'll not be taken prisoner because you two don't have the control to not throw your fucking cunts at whatever warm body is available."

She strode over to Samantha, who shrieked and covered her face, cowering against the livid redhead. The brigand leader paused in front of her and reached down, gently lifting her to her feet. The girl opened her eyes, feeling strangely relieved at the redhead brigand's expression of concern. "Come with me, we'll get you cleaned up." She said, opening the locks on the manacles, putting two of her arms around the girl and helping her into the wagon.

"Since you two seem to have so much energy," she spat over her shoulder at the pair of brigands sitting sheepishly in a tangled pile of clothes, "Why don't you take last watch as well."

"Yes, McCairn," the two echoed each other morosely, watching the redhead and their captive disappear into the wagon.

A few hunks of burning coal in a small brazier set into the wall kept the wagon pleasingly warm, and the brigand leader helped Samantha into a small chair, pouring water from a jug into a basin hanging from a hook over the brazier.

"Tut, tut," she fussed softly, like a mother hen, "They worked you over didn't they... Honestly I've never seen them like that, especially Moira."

Dipping a cloth into the rapidly warming water, she began to gently wash the smears of dirt and wine and sweat and sex from Samantha's body. Dazed and exhausted, she simply sat limply as McCairn tended her with the soft body cloth. The redhead hummed to herself, hissing now and again at a scrape or bruise from the rough treatment Samantha had just received. Satisfied with her cleaning she wrapped the novice in a simple dressing gown, seating her in front of a large oval mirror mounted on the wall.

The brigand leader undid the pigtails on either side of the novice girl's head, brushing the hair out to find it surprisingly long - well down the middle of her back. Working a set of silver combs, which she mused must have belonged to the priestess, through the novice's hair McCairn pulled tangles and knots free gently. She smiled as she tended to girls hair, brushing it until it flowed freely.

Standing behind the slowly recovering novice, McCairn began to separate the girl's hair into three strands. Crossing her arms, the upper pair taking the leftmost strand and the lower pair the right, she separated each of these into three smaller bunches, braiding them swiftly, a deftness born of years of practice. Once each of the outer strands was braided, she picked up a silk ribbon, plaiting it along the loose central mass of hair, four hands working together to do a job no two alone could muster before weaving it and the other two braids together into a single thick braid, matching her own.

"Um," Samantha began softly, startling McCairn, who'd gotten used to the silence, "Th- Thank you," she murmured softly, reaching up to gently run her hands down the elaborate braid, watching herself and the brigand in the mirror. "It's... very pretty."

"Don't mention it," the brigand leader said, smiling into the mirror as she leaned over Samantha from behind. "Are you ok? They didn't hurt you too badly, did they?"

"Oh," Samantha said, "Don't be mad at them...It wasn't all their fault. Not that I mean I wanted them to!" She quickly added. "I just mean...."

"The demonmark," McCairn said. Samantha nodded sadly, then gasped as the brigand's arms encircled her in the chair, her hands roaming intimately across her. "I felt it's power earlier."

Samantha whimpered, too tired to fight as McCairn opened the dressing gown exposing her body to the mirror. "I'm jealous, you know," the brigand said as her hands caressed the girl, "I'd been trying to groom young Moira as a plaything for ages... She never responded to my signals though," the redhead related wistfully. "Lovely thing, but dense as a cast-iron cookstove."

"On the one hand, I suppose I owe you for opening her up to the possibility," McCairn said, her voice taking on a sharp edge. "But I just don't think I can forgive you for having the first taste of that sweet little pussy."

She pulled the chair backward, sending it crashing to the floor. The dirty blonde novice yelped at the shock as McCairn quickly moved astride the girl, pinning her legs open and exposing her sex.

"Please," she moaned, the thick smell dirt, sweat, oiled leather from McCairn's pants assailing her nose as the brigand leader straddled her prey. "Please don't... you can resist the demonmark! You can fight it!"

McCairn chuckled, "Ah, my dear... unlike the other two who were warped into attacking you, I had planned to take you as my own as soon as I laid eyes on you... even without the demonmark your sweet little cunt would have been on the menu tonight..." so saying, she engulfed the exposed sex, thrusting her tongue deeply inside and making Samantha moan in shameful pleasure.

McCairn wasted no time with forplay or gentleness. She sucked greedily at the blonde girls clit, her hands pinching and pulling at the lips, opening her up while Samantha whined and moaned. The brigand began to thrust her fingers into Samantha's pussy roughly, each two-fingered jab accompanied by a hitch in the novice girl's breath as she mewled, her head thrashing from side to side.

Two fingers soon gave way to three, and then eventually to four as Samantha wailed, her sex ruthlessly assaulted by the brigand leader's touch. "I think you're ready," McCairn said, her eyes flashing.

"Re- re- ready," Samantha panted. "Ready for wha- Oh god!" she cried, as the brigand brought her hand to a point, squeezing the fingers together and working them into the girl's sex. Twisting her hand back and forth, she burrowed it deeply into her struggling captive's pussy, stretching it painfully around the intruding fist.

The shock of the first sensation left her speachless as well as breathless, her mouth agape she struggled to force her lungs to take in air. All she managed at first was a series of strangled gasps before the redhead's thankfully slender hand passed her outer walls, settling into place as the novice gulped air wildly, tears streaming down her face.

"There now... that's a nice start," McCairn said with a devilish smile, "Let's see how long you can take it, though." She captured the girl's forcefully exposed clit in her mouth, flicking her tongue rapidly across it as she started to ease her arm back, thrusting it forward and driving her fist deep in the captive girl.

Samantha howled wildly now, shock, pain, and pleasure skipping through her body like electric shocks, all throbbing in time to the unholy beat of her demonmark. She could feel the orgasm denied to her earlier well up inside her again, spurred on by the perverse assault on her sex, and she struggled to resist it's pull as the redhead brigand continued to drive her fist deep into her gaping sex.

Ashamed at her own bodies betrayal, the novice girl felt her climax rise, peaking as McCairn drove her arm deeply into her sex, making the girl scream as she came, passing out. Slowly, carefully the brigand leader withdrew her arm, the slender length of it streaked with Samantha's sex fluids and a few pink streamers from the ragged edges of what was left of her maidenhood.

She licked her arm as she watched the unconscious girl, deciding that despite her earlier promise, she was going to keep her for as long as she could.

The next morning, only by a few minutes as the nearly noon-day sun scorched the wooded clearing where the brigand still lay, the trio of tetric thieves roused slowly. "Cor," Moira said, sitting up, "What's that smell?"

The three of them walked around to the edge of the wagons where the young novice girl was tending a kettle of hearty looking porridge fortified with dried fruit and honey.

"And here I was wondering if keeping you as a pet was going to be a bad decision," McCairn half-quipped. Samantha, however, scowled darkly at the trio and sneered. "Hah. Grab a bowl and eat, we've got a long trip back to the church and a bunch of preparation and packing do do before we can leave."

The brigands exchanged looks with each other, before advancing on their captive, "I think you need to be taught some manners," Dhonna growled. Samantha, never looking up, simply snapped her fingers and the trio froze in place, unable to move.

"Fours and Eights!" McCairn swore, struggling, "What on earth is this?"

"Didn't I warn you," Samantha explained, her voice soft. "About the sealing spell?"

"But we didn't kill anyone from the church!" Moira said, struggling futilely to move against the paralyzing magic the encircled them. "Uh... did we?"

"I never said kill," Samantha continued, "I said 'spill the blood'. It's a binding ritual... all it takes is a single drop of blood. That much at least was claimed from me by all three of you yesterday."

Snapping her fingers, she released the magic, letting the brigands fall into an ungainly pile. "Frankly, the three of you demi-human slattern are lucky to be alive. I was simply going to have the blonde here kill the other two in their sleep last night," Samantha muttered, the mousy naivety she pretended to yesterday fading into a far more worldly personality. "Looks like rutting about like animals kept your necks intact. You must be so proud."

Enraged, the brunette Dhonna bellowed and lept to her feet, snatching up a pair of hatchets to strike down the novice. She got less than a step forward before she fell to her knees, pressing the blade to her own throat. Looking around she could see the others in similar predicaments, the redhead held her dagger dangerously close to her neck while Moira was pressing an arrow so hard to the shirt over her heart it was cutting through the fabric.

Samantha rounded on the trio, staring them each down. "I don't want this... I never did. But you three are stuck with me just like I'm stuck with you." Sighing deeply, she sat down on a stump beside the cooking pot, ladling the food out into bowls even as the trio held their weapons to their own throats. "Look," she continued, "I just want this over with, alright? Help me, escort me back to the church headquarters where they can banish this, this THING... and then you're free. They don't have to know anything about how we met. Hell," she muttered, snapping her fingers and releasing her former captors, "You three might even make off with a reward. Now get sit down and eat."

McCairn scowled darkly at the novice. "I don't like this arrangement one bit."

"Oh yeah?" Samantha replied, meeting her gaze steadily. "It's not like you have much of a choice in the matter."

Terse seconds of silence stretched on until, finally, McCairn picked up a bowl. The other two brigands followed suit and the four of them sat in tense quiet, eating breakfast.

"Uh... good porridge," Moira said hesitantly.

"Shut up," the other three echoed in unison.