"Yeah, I'm fine." The brief smile was all he needed and he backhanded her, sending her body into Muscles. Viking let go and let him have her. "Your turn bro, pussy felt nice." Confidently, he pushed her back into Viking. "Nah, I have plans for her later. Let him stretch her out first." Jawline smirked, knowing his cock was undeniably the largest, and went to grab her. Viking lost his composure and stood up. "Let me have her first then!" Letting go of her, Muscles walked away.

"Let me know when everyone is done. I don't want to be part of this." Jawline turned and followed, "I'll come chill with you." The atmosphere changed when the two men left, the modern Viking wasting no time in actioning his plan. Rope was tied around her wrists, and he dragged her by her hair up a small hill.

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

“M-“

“Shut the fuck up, cunt!” Swinging her body around, he threw her away; almost hitting a tree with his rapemeat. The grunting and growling got more intense as he stripped himself off, then her.

“Run, slut. Run, run, run.” She didn’t move. “I said RUN!” He was shorter than the others, but still taller than her, he confidently paced after her as she scurried away. “I wish I was a Viking, raping and pillaging! That would be fun. But I’ll just have to hunt your slut arse.”

Hiding behind a tree, she questioned her invisibility. A stick was poking into her arse cheek, but moving to fix it could alert the hunter. Looking around at her surroundings, her eyes glazed before her body instinctively ran. “There you are.”

He wasn’t far from her, his pace just slightly faster than hers. Agility was clearly a strength of his, outmaneuvering her and making her double back. Tackling her like a professional footballer, he started to tear into her body.

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