Laurana and the Siege, Pt. 3 (MM/F, anal, n/c)

	"The payroll caravan is late," is how Laurana's day started.  She looked over at Gotos and drew her silk dressing gown closer to herself.  They both stood on a balcony high above Kalaman.  
	From where it perched on the side of the ex-Dragon Army governor's residence she could see the rising sun to the east and the harbor glittering to the south.  Sails filled the harbor as supply ships rode in with the tide to unload holds full of food and weapons.  
	The fall of the city had been quick and bloody for the Dragon Army troops once the walls had been taken.  Most of their troops had fled to the harbor and set out to sea.  Those left in the city had retreated to the citadel that shared the same rocky prominence as the Governor's Residence.  
	But their resistance had faltered quickly, with the dragons driven off they had no way to defend themselves against the circling Whitestone dragons.  Less than two hours after they had sealed themselves in the citadel they had surrendered.
	"It could arrive later today, there was a storm last night and the roads are already full of our reinforcements," Laurana said, looking out over the city.  She turned as Gotos joined her at the edge of the balcony and handed her a steaming mug.  Spiced wine, too early in the day for her but the minotaur didn't seem affected as he tossed back his mug.  She wished he would put some clothes on.  They were high above the city, too high for anyone to notice.  But she felt as if he were flaunting the...intimate access he had to her chambers.
	"The scouts haven't reported seeing it yet," Gotos said.  
	"You're looking at my scouting reports?" Laurana said sharply.
	"Your army has problems with intelligence discipline, general," he said, folding his arms across his chest.  He looked down at her and tilted his head slightly.  "They trust each other without reservation.  Which is good in battle.  But it also means they'll give secret reports to the general's bodyguard without a second thought."
	"Then do you know how many soldiers are expecting their pay today?" Laurana asked.
	Gotos shrugged.  "Doesn't matter how many soldiers want their pay.  Keep them fed and let them have some drink off duty along with a whore or two for their bed and they'll continue to follow you," he said.
	"Then why go through the trouble of reading my scouting reports?"
	"Your army isn't made up of only soldiers, general," Gotos said with a smile.  "You have mercenaries as well."
	"Surely they'll understand if their pay is a week late.  Even if the payroll was stolen we'll have another shipment by sea soon enough."
	"You don't know mercenaries as well as I do," Gotos said.  "If they don't get their pay, or something equivalent, they'll leave.  Maybe head east and join up with the Dragon Army.  Or head west and turn to banditry."
	Laurana bit her lip and smacked her fist against the balcony's stone railing.  Gotos was right.  And yet again she was cursing her need to keep the filthy sell swords in her army.  Perhaps she could dismiss them when her reinforcements got here from the west-
	"Go find my payroll, Gotos.  Requisition what men and supplies you need, I want it found," Laurana said angrily, glowering at the city below.  
	"Yes, general," Gotos said.
	"And have someone summon Greorg and Lukan here for dinner.  If you haven't returned by then I'll figure out some way to pay them.  I'll break open the Governor's bank if I have to."
	"You might have to open something else," Gotos said, moving closer to Laurana with a smirk on his face.  
	"Don't be obscene!" Laurana snapped, backing up against the balcony railing as Gotos trapped her there with his body.  "Don't, you have to leave soon-" she gasped as his hands moved to her silk clad hips and squeezed her flesh gently.
	"This will just take a moment," he said as his hands parted the dressing gown, revealing Laurana's naked flesh beneath.  Laurana whimpered as his hand moved down to her thighs and his fingers pressed between her tightly clenched legs.
	"Not, not now," she said, moaning as his fingers pushed their way between the crux of her thighs and rubbed at her petals, still sensitive and deliciously sore from the battering they had taken in a long night of debauchery.
	"Gods," Laurana hissed, her head thrown back, mouth hanging open as she started to pant.  "No!  Get going!  Later!  Later," she shouted, shoving Gotos away and half collapsing against the railing, her gown hanging open and her legs wobbling.
	"As you wish," Gotos said, bowing slightly and licking Laurana's nectar from his fingers.  "I'll be back to collect on that promise."
	As the minotaur left, Laurana fell to her knees and drew shaking breaths, fumbling with her dressing gown and fighting off the urge to finish what Gotos' fingers had started.

	"Sorry, ma'am," the private said, unconsciously hiding behind his shield as Laurana fumed.  
	"It was stolen?  All of it?"
	"Yes, ma'am," the private said, motioning towards the shattered door and scattered chests of the governor's personal bank.  "The Dragon Army troops took it all with them when they fled the city."  He paused and tried to look cheerful.  "They left the copper though, it's a month's pay for me!"
	Laurana closed her eyes and tried not to yell.  A month's pay for a private would be about a week's pay for the overpriced mercenaries.  And there were about five hundred of them who needed their salary now.  Gotos was still gone and- she cursed and the private backed away, his eyes peeking up from behind his shield, -and it was time for her dinner with Greorg and Lukan, leaders of the two largest mercenary companies.

	"Fine," Lukan said as he finished off his fourth glass of wine and set it by his picked clean dinner plate.  He was a thin man tending towards foppishness, unusual for a mercenary captain.  But most of his men were assassins and poisoners, not the type tending towards soldiering.  They had done their part in the siege though, his men had infiltrated the city and poisoned the kitchens of many of the Dragon Army troops, keeping the soldiers sweating and barely conscious in their bunks while the battle raged for the walls.  
	"It's not unusual for an employer to be short of steel," he continued, toying with his wine glass.  "There are alternate means of payment."
	"Not the first time this has happened, won't be the last," sneered Greorg.  He was much more fitting as a mercenary.  A long scar crawled up one side of his face and he filled his chair with muscled bulk that would have been impressive if Laurana hadn't been sharing her bed with a minotaur.
	"I'll have my clerk figure out how many women we'll need," Lukan said with a yawn.  "Should be enough maidstaff between this residence and the nobles of the city.  I doubt the Dragon Army managed to carry off many with them."
	Greorg laughed.  "Not with the way they were running.  Lizards couldn't even keep their clothes on towards the end," he said with a grin at Laurana and Lukan.  His men had been part of the forces running down the fleeing Dragon Army troops and the sight of draconians shucking their weapons and armor so they could scamper along on all fours, their wings beating furiously, was the source of endless laughter in the camps.
	"What do you mean, women?" Laurana asked, leaning forward over the dining table.  She had instructed the servants and her guards to leave her be until she summoned them.  
	"Women?" Lukan asked.  "Yes, women.  Whores for the men.  Won't keep their minds off their pay forever but let them have their whores and they'll wait another week or two until another payroll arrives."
	"Ehuh," Greorg grunted.  "We'll need some plunder too."  He glanced over at Lukan, not noticing Laurana's shocked expression of horror.  "How about we take over that row of noble mansions we passed on the way in here?  Looked as if the families stuck around, big mansions.  Figure at least a dozen maids or cooks for each house."  He leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling.  "Not sure how old the lady of the houses will be."
	"I don't mind a little travel on my whores," Lukan said lightly.  "But it would be nice if we had some ripe young noble sluts to play with.  My good general, do you happen to know how many daughters those families have?"
	He noticed Laurana's expression for the first time and held up his hands soothingly.  "Don't worry, I'm not talking about children.  Please, my lady general, we're not monsters."
	"Yeah, we want some meat," Greorg said.  Lukan sighed and rolled his eyes.
	"Well, we'll just check in as we head back to our men," he said.  "And with that, I think we should be going, if you'll excuse us, general-"
	"No," Laurana said flatly.
	Lukan sighed and Greorg frowned.  "Very well," Lukan said.  "We'll leave the noblewomen alone and unmolested.  I understand that you'll want them eager to help you govern."
	"I guess," Greorg rumbled.  "I want to look around at the mansions, the really rich ones keep some good looking maids as fuck slaves for the master of the house, that's fine with me."
	"No," Laurana said, slamming her hand onto the table.  "Do you think I'm going to allow you to go and, and-" she shuddered at the thought, "-ravish these poor women?"
	Greorg and Lukan looked at each other in confusion and then growing anger.
	"I certainly thought you would," Lukan said.  "Considering our pay isn't here."
	"We're not doing this out of the goodness of our hearts," Grerog sneered.
	"I will not let you or your men ravish these women, they are under my protection," Laurana said, glaring at them in disgust.
	"Fine, we'll be leaving tomorrow morning," Lukan said with a shrug.  
	Laurana grimaced as the two men started to rise.  She needed their men and she could see that they were already thinking of how long it would take to get to the Dragon Army lines.  She thought of Lukan's assassins slipping into her own camps, of Greorg's marauders running down her men like they had the Dragon Army's.
	"Wait," she said and the two men stopped where they stood.  "If I can pay you, offer you a bonus, you could convince your men to wait for the next payroll.  I can offer interest on their pay and a bonus for having to wait."
	"What are you offering?" Lukan said, narrowing his eyes.  "Surely not that chest of copper you have over there."  He flicked his hand towards the lone money chest sitting in the corner of the room.
	"No, of course not," Laurana said, cursing inwardly.  She had hoped that would have been enough for the men.  "I-I can pay with other coin."
	Greorg smiled at Lukan with such hideous lust and glee that Laurana almost let the two men go despite what it would mean for her army.  But she swallowed, forcing down the revulsion and shame welling up in her.
	"This sort of coin?" Lukan said, walking around the table and running his hand through her silken hair.  He lifted a lock and sniffed, relishing the faint smell of honey blossom.
	"Y-yes," Laurana said, looking down at the table.
	"I certainly think that this is agreeable," Lukan said, running his hands down Laurana's shoulders and arms, caressing her through her loose cotton blouse.  "Don't you, Greorg?"
	"Yeah, yeah, I do," the other mercenary said, licking his lips.  "I fuck her first," he said quickly.
	"Of course," Lukan said, sliding his hands down to Laurana's and then leaning in to sniff and kiss the side of her neck.  She shivered and leaned away from him, trembling as he moved his hands to her waist and pulled her blouse up and out of her long, flowing skirt.  His hands slid under the fabric and caressed her stomach, then slid up her flanks to cup her breasts through the tight silk half-shift she wore.
	"Let's make her strip," Greorg said and Lukan nodded and moved away, leaving Laurana shaking and leaning on the table.
	"Go on," he said with a smile as he poured himself another glass of wine and took his seat.
	Laurana bit back a curse as she straightened and looked at the two mercenaries.  Lukan was leaning back, an indolent smile on his face.  Greorg was still standing, his hands clenching and unclenching as he stared at her breasts.
	The elven general reached up and tugged at the ties of her blouse, letting it fall open as she reached down and tugged it over her head in one motion.  The air chilled her suddenly bare skin and she felt her nipples hardening as she slid the silk half-shift off as well.
	Both men groaned at the sight of Laurana's bare breasts in the lamplight.  A mixture of shame and a twinge of guilty pleasure at the effect her body had on the men flowed through Laurana as she stepped back and undid the clasps of her skirt before letting it fall to the ground.
	"Oh yes," Lukan whispered as he stared at her bared body, licking his lips and leaning forward, his wine forgotten as Laurana slid her thumbs under the silken strings tying her underclothes together and slid then down off her hips before her shame grew too great.
	"Leave them on," Greorg said as Laurana started to bend to slide off her boots.  Laurana blushed at that as she stood, letting the men soak in the curves of her body, the gentle rise and fall of her breasts, the delicate golden patch at the crux of her thighs. 
	For my army, she thought to herself as Greorg drew closer.
	"Onto the bed," he said, motioning towards the large four poster bed left behind by the governor.
	Laurana walked slowly towards the bed, heart in her throat, horribly aware of the men's eyes on her naked, swaying rear.  She reached the bed and started to turn when Greorg's hand grabbed her shoulder and roughly shoved her forward onto the bed.
	Laurana lay still, her legs hanging off the side of the bed, face buried in the sheets as she heard the sound of Lukan moving his chair for a better view of the proceedings.
	What was Greorg going to do to her? she thought, moaning softly in terror to herself.  Flashes of being the captive of another group of mercenaries flickered through her mind, then thoughts of Gotos.  Was a heavy booted foot about to knock her legs apart?  Rought hands prying the cheeks of her ass before the painful entry and brutal sodomy began?  Laurana's body tensed and she took the sheets between her teeth to bite down on and muffle what she was sure would be squeals and pleas for mercy.
	"Get on the bed, on your knees," Greorg said, surprising Laurana and then making her yelp as he slapped her on the ass.
	Laurana groaned, biting her lower lip as she crawled onto the silk sheets of her bed.  Her naked skin gleamed in the light of a half a dozen lamps spread around the richly furnished quarters in the Governor's residence of Kalaman.
	"She knows what to do, I think she's done this before," Lukan said from his seat by the window.  Laurana's stomach clenched with shame and she looked at the captain out of the corner of her eye.  He took a long swig from his bottle of wine, wiping his mouth with his sleeve, his eyes never leaving Laurana's almost nude body.
	"Of course she has," Greorg said from behind Laurana.  The elf princess stared down at the sheets, heart thudding in her chest as she listened to him opening his breeches.  A sharp slap on her ass made her yelp and she cried out again as his cock slapped down between the cheeks of her shapely bottom.  "I think half the camp heard her when she was fucking that minotaur.  And those dwarf engineers seem a lot happier now even though they didn't get their steel."
	"Are you paying them the same way you're paying us, princess?"  Lukan said.  
	"N-no, of course not," she stammered, still looking down at the sheets.  "I just ran out of money, the payroll caravan was attacked and robbed.  You, you're the first payment due."
	"Oh really?" Greorg said, rubbing his cock against the silken skin of Laurana's rear.  "So what are you going to do when the rest comes due?"  He snickered and seized Laurana's ass with both hands.  "Going to fuck the entire army?"
	"Sure she will," Lukan laughed.  Laurana glanced over and saw him rubbing his cock through his breeches.  "Only way a spoiled princess knows how to make money."
	Laurana cried out as Greorg grabbed her head and forced it down,  her cheek pressed against the sheets.  "The men are sure going to want their pay too," he said as his free hand guided his cock to Laurana's pussy.  He grunted and forced her trembling legs apart with his knees and poised himself at her entrance.
	Laurana squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to think of having to render payment to the mercenary captains' companies.  But nothing she did could distract her from the way she was paying these two men.  A whore, she thought to herself as she clutched at the sheets with both hands, gritting her teeth as Greorg pressed against her.
	"Maybe I was wrong about the minotaur," Greorg grunted.  "She's as tight as a virgin's ass."  He slowly worked the head of his cock into Laurana's clenched pussy, groaning in pleasure as he forcibly parted her delicate folds.  
	"We'll see how tight she is when the men are done with her," Lukan said.  Laurana whimpered, pulling at the sheets, her mouth opening as she moaned softly, her knees pushing at the slippery silk, trying in vain to escape her violator.
	"Gods, hotter than the fires of the Abyss!  I'm glad she didn't give us the women, never had a better pussy than this one." Greorg said and rammed himself into the elf maiden bent over beneath him.  Laurana cried out once, sharply, her body tensing and a tear of humiliation running down her cheek as Greorg tightened his grip on her hair and waist and held her firm as he continued to fill her.
	"You like this?" he grunted as he slammed against her, his cock inching in deeper with each thrust.  Laurana whimpered, trying to bite back her cries, knowing she was squealing like a whore trying to please a client.
	"Please," Laurana moaned, eyes filling with tears as Greorg tugged her hair painfully then shoved her head against the bed.  "You're, it's, you're too much-"
	"I think that's a yes," Lukan laughed, spilling wine onto his shirt as Greorg grunted and continued stuffing himself into Laurana's aching hole.  
	Laurana groaned, writhing under Greorg's grip, her breasts pressing against the silk sheets, her nipples hard and erect, unbearable waves of pain and pleasure shooting through her body as Greorg's cock filled her and jerked her across the sheets.  She sobbed as she brought her knees forward, desperately trying to spread herself, trying to ease his passage.  
	"Whore's spreading herself," he said as he hilted himself within her and panted for breath.  "We're going to have to pull her away from the men, I don't think they'll be enough for her."
	"Gods, no, please, don't, don't," Laurana wailed as Greorg jerked himself back and plunged into her again.  Her moans filled the room in between her gasping cries for mercy.  Greorg's hands moved across her body, letting her head free as he ran rough skin across the smooth curve of her back, then slapped her ass.
	Laurana squealed at the stinging pain, turning her teary face to the man mounting her from behind.  She looked in his eyes and saw nothing but maddened lust as he slapped her ass again, making her jerk and writhe, clawing at the sheets, trying to escape.
	Then his hands were under her, groping her full, bouncing breasts.  His rough palms encompassed her swaying globes, gripping them, fingers digging into the soft flesh as Laurana tried futilely to push them away as he pulled her back against him.
	"Oh, she likes this," he hissed in Laurana's ear as he thrust up into her, his hands holding her tight against him.  "We're going to give you everything you want, slut.  A cock in every hole, bet you dream about that?"
	"N-no!" Laurana whimpered, breath coming in gasps, her body jerking with each pistoning thrust.  She tossed her head, hair flying, gleaming gold in the lamplight.  Her hands tugged at the mercenary's as her legs slithered across the silk, trying to escape the violating cock thudding into her.
	"Liar, lying whore," Greorg grunted, then he pushed her forward, flinging her onto the bed.  
	Laurana gasped, scrabbling, trying to get to her hands and knees, body shuddering.  But then Greorg's hands were on her, flipping her over onto her back even as she pushed and writhed and kicked.  He seized her booted ankles and dragged them up into the air and then pushed them forward towards her head as he spun her.  Laurana's head dropped off the edge of the bed and she grabbed the sheets, trying to keep from falling as Greorg slapped his engorged cock against her tender quim.
	"Ahh, please, gods, please, stop, no more," Laurana moaned, lifting her head to look at Greorg as he slid himself back into her, his passage eased by the copious amount of juices flowing from Laurana.
	"Slut's soaking wet and still trying to act like she doesn't love this," Greorg laughed, spreading Laurana's legs in a wide V, her ankles above her head.
	The elven princess moaned, shaking her head, her body wriggling and twisting as Greorg continued to pound her.  She looked back at a hint of motion and saw Lukan standing by her head, his breeches open, cock erect and jutting towards her.
	"W-what, no!  Not, not both of you-" she cried just as Lukan seized her gleaming mane with one hand and guided his cock into her shocked mouth with the other.  Laurana screamed around his cock, the sound muffled and then she jerked as he grabbed her head with both hands and held her still so he could thrust himself deep into her sobbing mouth.
	Laurana was sobbing and moaning as she was penetrated from both ends, spitted like a roast, her breasts heaving as she gasped for breath around the cock filling her mouth.  Her hands flailed, trying to push away Greorg as he reamed her and trying to push away Lukan as he filled her mouth.
	"Look at her move," Lukan groaned as he thrust himself in between Laurana's pink lips, savoring the feel of her tongue against his cock.  "She's like a dancer."
	Greorg laughed.  "Like a whore dancer, maybe.  The ones who strip before they pull a caravan on stage."
	Laurana sobbed as Lukan's hands released her head and began to knead and squeeze her heaving breasts as they bounced from the furious pounding she was receiving.  Her sobs were cut off as Lukan thrust hard and forced himself down the writhing elf maiden's throat, forcing her to swallow him.
	"She barely even gagged," he said, looking down at Laurana's working throat as he pounded her face.  Tears ran down Laurana's face, her hair damp with a mixture of tears and drool as Lukan fucked her mouth.
	"I want those lips around my cock next," Greorg said, grunting.  His fingers dug into Laurana's ankles and he roared.  "Feel that, slut?"
	Laurana screamed around the cock filling her mouth as she felt Greorg's seed bursting into her.  A few seconds later she tried to yell, tried to push Lukan back as he came into her mouth, his come flooding her and spilling out around his cock as he pumped himself into the tear-streaked elven woman's face.  Sobbing, she felt her own body react, felt herself coming, a wail of shame and horror leaping from her spattered lips.
	Laurana gasped for breath, barely aware of the come splattered across her face and dripping from between her thighs as the two men stood back and admired their handiwork, chuckling at her flushed skin and panting for breath.  Greorg pulled her back onto the bed and they watched as she lay there, breasts heaving, her eyes squeezed shut and her head turned.  Come glisted on her face and between her legs, dribbling down onto the silk sheets.  Sweat gleamed on her golden skin and her arms lay limp about her head, her golden hair tangled and in disarray.

	"We're not done with you yet, princess," Lukan panted.  "Get her on her stomach.  I'm going to make this slut squeal."
	Laurana moaned in terror as Greorg grabbed her and flipped her onto her stomach.  She clutched at the sheets, crawling slowly away from the men, moaning little pleas and then sobbing when Lukan moved onto the bed shoved her down with a hand between her shoulder blades.
	"Hey, I want to try that mouth," Greorg said amiably.
	"Heh, wait a bit, I want to hear her squeal," Lukan said to the other mercenary.
	"Please, no more, just, let me be," Laurana moaned into the bed, her hands pawing at the sheets, her legs flailing as Lukan ran his hands down her sweat slick back to her taut buttocks.  "Oh gods, not that, don't-"
	Laurana cried out, head hanging, her body tensing as Lukan shoved his cock against her ass.  She whipped her head around, body twisting, to look at the mercenary.  His eyes were wild with lust and he laughed at the tears running down her come spattered face. 
	With a grunt he forced himself into her and Laurana wailed, slapping at the bed and tugging the sheets into a ball as she wriggled under Lukan's assault.  His cock began to pound in and out of her ass, ripping squeals from Laurana's throat with each hammering thrust.
	"That's it, squeal slut," Greorg laughed as he watched her writhe and sob, her mouth wide as she gasped for breath and begged for mercy.
	"No no no no," Laurana squealed as Lukan seized her hair and tugged back, riding her with thrusts that filled the room with the sound of slapping flesh and Laurana's shrieks.
	Laurana reached back with one hand, grabbing Lukan's wrist and trying to slow his tugs as tears ran down her face.  But the resistance only inflamed him further and he shoved her back down against the bed, pinning her with his body as he sodomized her.
	Laurana whimpered and squealed, tears blurring her vision as she clutched at the sheets, cheek into the bed by Lukan's hand.  Out of the corner of her eye she could see her dressing mirror, could see her body pinned underneath the mercenary, could see her eyes wide with shock and humiliation.  
	With a final grunt Lukan slammed himself into Laurana's ass, making her cry out one last time before she lay limp on the bed, too dazed and exhausted to even sob as he finished with her and left her there on the bed.
	"Dammit, you took too long," Greorg said.  "I wanted to try that sweet mouth."
	"I think she's too tired to suck cock well anyway," Lukan said, standing by the bed and stroking Laurana's sweat damp hair.
	"Probably right, looks like we fucked all the spirit right out of her," Greorg said, leaning down to look at Laurana.  Her eyes were glazed and half-closed.  "Yeah, you're right.  I want her looking at me when she's sucking my cock."
	"Lucked out this time, my general," Lukan said, running his hand across Laurana's sweaty flank, then rolling her over to fondle her full, heaving breasts.  "Better pray to Paladine that nothing happens to the next payroll, my lady general.  Or we'll be back to see you.  And maybe we'll be bringing the boys with us."
	But Laurana was beyond hearing by the time the two men left.  Her mind reeling, her body burning with strain, she had surrendered to an exhausted sleep.  