In Over Her Head (Maribelle/Many from Fire Emblem)

(Notable tags for this one: Slut-shaming, bullying, gangbangs)

Frustration was a feeling Maribelle commonly experienced in Askr. The realm itself was one of beauty, and although many of the heroes were commoners, many were also nobles. This revelation originally excited the noble girl, for she ideally desired a partner of equal standing to her, and finding one from a different world entirely was appealing. She had no problem with the men from Ylisse, of course, and that applied to the commoners as well, but she loved how her range of options had dramatically expanded here in Askr.

...that was several months ago, and while she had attempted to entice some attractive men, none had shown a true interest in her. More annoyingly, none had attempted to charm her themselves!

Of course, Maribelle knew she wasn’t entitled to a man, but it was a little troublesome that she was unable to find anyone. She had needs too!

She at least believed she’d be able to endure her dissatisfaction, but a particular princess soon put a stop to that.

Camilla was somebody she was not a fan of. She could just about stomach the revolting outfit unbefitting of a princess, but she could not tolerate how all the men obsessed over her like sheep. She knew she was jealous of the attention that never went to her, but being aware didn’t mean these feelings would soon disperse. Anger soon brewed within, and there was only one way to rid herself of it-- she had to confront the Nohrian princess.

“Why do you dress like that?!” Maribelle was awfully blunt, confronting the woman while she was taking care of her wyvern. She knew how dangerous the princess could be, but she simply couldn't care less. “A princess should not dress that way.”

Camilla initially did not respond, opting to analyse the girl’s figure for some time. Maribelle was not one to feel self-conscious often, but the princess’s glare was making her nervous. “Good morning, Maribelle. Let me answer your question with another: Why do you care?”

The noblewoman bit her lip. “I already told you. A princess should not dress that way.”

The princess started to approach Maribelle, a devious smile forming on her face. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed, dear. You don’t like how men like my body, and dislike yours.”

“T-That’s not what I’m saying-”

“But it’s the truth, isn’t it?” Camilla smirked, using a finger to tilt Maribelle’s head up, allowing their eyes to meet. “You’re jealous because you are not sexy enough.”

The overwhelming confidence emitting from the princess wasn’t resonating with Maribelle at all, and she did not like being touched. Biting down hard on her lip, she forcefully rid herself of any nerves, slapping the princess’s hand away. “Don’t you dare touch me, you whore!”

Camilla was a little startled, but it was difficult to tell whether it was due to Maribelle’s actions or words. Almost immediately, Maribelle regretted letting her anger get the best of her. Although she was not fond of the princess, she was still a fellow hero, and it was not becoming of her station to call anybody that word.

But before she could even think about apologising, she witnessed Camilla’s smile grow, looking even scarier. “How rude, dear. Prostitutes are people too. Perhaps you dislike them because they see more action than you do, hmm? Perhaps you feel inadequate?”

This woman was really testing her patience, and Maribelle knew that Camilla was fully aware of that. She had no plan of attack coming into this, and no goal in mind either. She was frustrated and needed to vent, even if it was to the wrong person. She considered herself lucky that the princess who wouldn’t hesitate to slaughter hadn’t fed her to her wyvern yet. It was only thanks to this luck that she remained confident, for she was not going to give this woman the last laugh.

“Ha! I am capable of sexually pleasing any man, and I have done so plenty of times in Askr already,” she stated, hoping Camilla would not call herself a bluff.

“Then, my dear, does that not mean you are also a whore?”

Maribelle wished Camilla had focused on the. “I am not a whore!”

“Ah, of course you aren’t. My mistake,” Camilla backed off, sounding as if Maribelle’s comments had persuaded her, but the noble knew better by this point. “After all, there is no way you would have what it takes to be one. They are very skilled at their job, and you… well, are not.”

Hearing such a response was irritating! Maribelle was intelligent; she knew Camilla was baiting her into admitting she could easily do what a hustler does, even if that statement was a lie. She didn’t care at this point! She did not want Camilla to win this battle of wits!

Therefore, she purposefully bit onto the lure, but was at least collected enough to be vague about what she had to say. There was no way she was going to let Camilla believe she was fully successful in her manipulation. “Do you doubt my sexual prowess? I demand an apology!”

“I do doubt it, yes,” Camilla confessed. “But I am willing to be proven wrong.”

That was a curious statement. Maribelle supposed there was no harm in learning what she meant by that. “How can I?”

“I have an idea I am sure you will approve of, my dear,” Camilla was acting strangely enthusiastic. “Have you heard of ‘The Gauntlet’, Maribelle?”

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Maribelle’s argument with Camilla passed rather quickly once the latter shared their suggestion, and before the noble knew it, it was already the next day. She had excused herself from her duties in Askr as soon as possible, for she had something to sign up and participate in. Fortunately, faking a cold wasn’t challenging, so her day was essentially now a free one.

It was a secluded location in the Aether Resort, but Camilla had provided instructions on how to get there.

When the Nohrian princess said she’d apologise endlessly if Maribelle would withstand this strange event, she agreed immediately. It wasn’t difficult to deduce that the event was something sexual, which certainly explained why it was tucked away from public view, but in Maribelle’s eyes, that was a good thing. It was probably for the best that the fewer people who knew about what she was up to, the better. Ideally, nobody would find out.

All she knew about this destination was that this was a place where she could prove that she could sexually please a man. She could also prove that she was more than capable of doing that job adequately, proving the princess wrong. Camilla hadn’t elaborated beyond that, and usually, she wouldn’t agree to such a ridiculous notion without additional information, but she had it bad.

Maribelle hadn’t had sex at all ever since she arrived in Askr. Ironically, she was now the one not acting like a noble, but she simply didn’t care anymore. That entire conversation with Camilla made it clear-- she was mad at the princess because the woman was getting laid and she wasn’t. The violet-haired princess had read her like a book, and was now guiding her to a place that would cure her.

The structure itself was in the middle of some nearby woodlands, once the location of the Concert Hall before the resort changed locations. The building was scheduled to be demolished at some point, but that never happened, allowing some shifty characters to seize control of it for their nefarious deeds, so she assumed.

...and here she was, willingly approaching it.

Interestingly, somebody was waiting for her at the entrance. It was a woman she did not recognise, but she seemed to recognise her. She was dressed professionally, as if she was a noble herself. “Lady Maribelle, is it? Lady Camilla has told us you would be coming.”

“Is this… this gauntlet I have heard about?” Maribelle asked the inevitable question.

Maribelle had a fair few guesses as to what the ‘gauntlet’ part meant. The only thing she knew for certain was that she’d be here for a while, so she made sure to prepare well before she came.

“It is,” the woman stated. “Please, follow me.”

There was no reason not to. Maribelle was led into a small interior room, where she was promptly handed a piece of paper and a feather pen.

“Please take your time reading this, and once you are satisfied, sign the paper,” the woman instructed.

Maribelle nodded and started to read.

What she read manifested all sorts of emotions out of her. Surprise. Fear. Joy.

But the strongest one of all was excitement. This gauntlet was going to test her, and she couldn’t quite believe some of the things she was reading… but it was making her anticipation grow. Perhaps that was why Camilla hadn’t told her the finer details, for she theorised that Maribelle learning them and being able to start immediately would minimise the odds of her chickening out. The less she thought about it, the better.

Camilla’s dirty little secret was utterly shameless, and she would tear this sheet apart for being so distasteful if she was feeling any degree of normality.

The problem was that she hadn’t been feeling ordinary for months.

Maribelle wanted sex. No, she needed sex. One partner wasn’t going to do it for her either. She needed more than that. This was an opportunity. A disgusting opportunity… but an equally thrilling one as well.

Nothing detailed on the paper made her feel uncomfortable, fortunately. If anything, every new line excited her even more. She was going to experience so much! It was no wonder the princess recommended this as a means to prove her sexual prowess. If she could actually pull this off, she would be able to laugh at anyone who dared question how sexually mature she was.

Of course, there was some natural doubt within her. There were things here she had never done before… but she stayed focused on a simple thought. There was always a first time for everything.

Maribelle signed the sheet with a smile on her face, doing so while her wobbly legs rubbed together. It was the only way she could quench that itch for now.

“Thank you,” the receptionist accepted the paper once Maribelle handed it to her. “When you are ready, please follow me.”

Maribelle paused, taking a deep breath. She was actually going to do it! It was surreal in so many ways, and that raw excitement was doing wonders towards eradicating her of her doubts. She followed the receptionist through a dark tunnel, but the light at the end was visible, reducing the shadiness of the whole thing. She had come prepared for battle just in case, but she doubted her staff or magic would be necessary. Camilla, though known to be quite brutal towards enemies, wouldn’t send her to her death… probably. Maribelle shook her head rapidly. This wasn’t the time to think about those things!

Whilst she was busy thinking (and trying not to think), light entered her eyes, indicating she had arrived at the promised land-- the place that would fulfill all the desires she had deep down.

Maribelle observed her surroundings diligently, noticing she had been taken to a small arena, likely the one once previously used for all the different dance acts. It was a circular stage with seats all around it, and many of those seats were occupied by people whose eyes were very much focused on her already. The majority of the crowd were men, but there were about two or three women too at first glance. Some of the individuals were people she recognised during her time in Askr too, but luckily nobody she knew on a personal level, so she wasn’t unnerved.

“Welcome to the Gauntlet, Maribelle,” the guide told her, noticing Maribelle was entranced by the surroundings. She couldn’t blame her-- it was a colorful location because of its past usage, but soon enough, the more prominent color would be white. “You know what to expect by this point. Lady Camilla has scheduled you for an eight-hour appointment. You are welcome to forfeit at any point if you so-”

“That won't be necessary,” Maribelle stood tall and proud. “I am more than capable of handling anything you throw at me. I am not to be underestimated.”

There was some murmur among the crowd. Some of the sounds were laughter. Maribelle didn’t let it phase her; if they were doubting her, they were soon going to be proved wrong. The woman remained neutral in her expression, but she could sense some intrigue.

“Very well. I wish you the best of luck. Shall we begin, then?”

Maribelle knew what to expect in regards to the Gauntlet The paper had told her absolutely everything. She was going to be exactly what she accused Camilla of being for this time period. The irony was not lost on her, but she now knew that she had just been projecting her own insecurities onto the princess, and fortunately, Camilla had seen that.

Regardless, this was what she wanted. She wanted to indulge in this forbidden fantasy, and she was finally going to fulfill a dream before she had even dreamt it.

“Yes. Let’s begin.”

“Good. Let us waste no more time, then,” the woman, who she figured was going to be the host of this event due to still being present, spoke. “Strip.”

A smidge of hesitation soared up her spine, but she figured willingly coming here was the difficult part. Maribelle could do anything beyond this point, including exposing her body. She complied, carefully and gracefully removing her outfit piece by piece, displaying her elegance while simultaneously discarding it.

The crowd had been fairly silent so far, but that all changed when one person finally decided to speak. “Her breasts aren’t that big.”

It was said coldly and disappointingly, and Maribelle was furious! It wasn’t her fault they were small! What gave this person the right to randomly say that, anyway? She was going to offer herself to them, and they had the nerve to-

“Chubby too,” another jeered. Interrupting her train of thought. “Has she been eating too many sweets?”

“Noble women are very spoiled.” one of the women commented.

Maribelle ignored that second comment to the best of her ability. That was something under her control, but she figured men (and women) wouldn’t mind their lady partners being a little plump! These people had awful, unrefined taste!

There were a handful of other comments, but she tried her best to ignore them. She still had to fully strip, so she forced that to the front of her mind.

The last thing she had to remove was everything below her waist, and when she did so, she received the most frustrating comment yet. She couldn’t ignore this one.

“Ew, she hasn’t shaved!”

These disgusting pigs! Did it really matter that much? Besides, she made sure to groom her pubic hair well! It wasn’t that wild and untamed, even if it was long! These cretins had no taste!

“Her thighs look a little fat, don’t they?”

They were not! Well, they were a little on the larger side, but that was normal, wasn’t it? She hadn’t eaten too much...

“Have you seen her arms? She needs to work out.”

What was wrong with skinny arms? She was a cleric and a noblewoman! She wasn’t some kind of ruffian! How dare they insult every single part of her body like this? Nobody’s body was perfect, of course, and she didn’t believe hers were by any means, but this criticism was uncalled for!

“Maribelle was her name, wasn’t it? I think Chubbibelle is a better name.”

They started to laugh, incrementing her humiliation. Was this really the event she had signed up for?! She had come here under the impression that thirsty individuals would worship her body. She knew she was going to be submissive throughout all of it too, but she hadn’t expected such childish verbal mockery!

And what was with that awful nickname?! She was a little larger than the average woman, but there was nothing unhealthy about that! The nickname made absolutely no sense. Were they testing her to see how she would react-

Maribelle was glad she decided to think about things first before snapping, as upon realizing what was happening, her eyes widened.

The Gauntlet was a mental challenge as much as it was a physical challenge. They were testing her to see how she reacted, weren’t they? They wanted to get a rise out of her, as it would be more fun for them to then break her physically. Maribelle took a deep breath, dispersing her anger gradually and making sure she looked stable, lest she give them more ammunition.

“Well done,” the host commended her. Maribelle breathed heavily again, continuing to gather herself while she heard footsteps approaching from behind. Once ready and satisfied with her mental condition, she turned around, ignoring the comments about her ass and opting to observe the three mage-like individuals that had appeared. One was equipped with a staff, while the other two had tomes.

Maribelle knew some spells were going to be cast on her. It was a means to enhance the Gauntlet experience. The first spell enveloped her quickly, and its effects were felt even quicker.

Her energy was being drained. She could feel her muscles rapidly growing sore and tired, and with it came a struggle to stand. However, Maribelle stayed firm, lest the crowd annoyingly poke fun at her for falling over.

The second spell was odd, for she felt no change in her physique. It was either that, or her drained energy was making it difficult to notice any more differences. Maribelle had read the document pretty thoroughly, but she had skimmed a few parts due to her sheer excitement. At the very least, she knew there was nothing in this gauntlet that would actually make her feel uncomfortable or scared, therefore she wasn’t worried.

“Ladies and gentleman,” the host finally greeted the impatient crowd. “Today’s Gauntlet event will soon begin. The rules are very simple. Pay a mere singular gold, and you will be able to do whatever you wish with the maiden. However, please note that creampies of any kind are currently on a temporary ban. That restriction will be lifted later.”

Maribelle tried to listen in, but the exhaustion coursing through her body was making her ears ring, and it was hard to focus after hearing about how cheap she was apparently being sold for, even if it was a temporary use! The instability of her hearing wasn’t the main contributor towards how challenging it was to focus on her surroundings, however-- her body was unbelievably fragile. The first spell had really done a number on her.

As much as she wanted to stay on her two feet, she couldn’t any longer. She dropped to her knees, and for some odd reason, it felt... nice, rather than painful. Maribelle took that as an invitation to peacefully drop down to the floor, enjoying the coolness of the ground while she spread her legs. She was going to be used, so she might as well make herself look enticing. To some extent, this loss of control over her body was terrifying, but it was also equally thrilling. She wouldn’t be able to fight back. She was going to be a true slut, and that thought brought a giddy grin to her face.

Though it was challenging to see, Maribelle saw that every single person wanted a piece of her. Fortunately (and unfortunately in ways), the host wasn’t so eager to let everyone into the arena at once, placing a limitation of three people.

The three men were already not wearing much to begin with, so it wasn’t long before they were fully nude and ready to claim the prize they had paid for. As soon as one pair of rough hands intersected with Maribelle’s skin, she felt a shiver so delightfully intense that it disrupted her train of thought entirely.

How could a mere touch cause her to react in such a way?

It got tremendously worse when all three men lifted her up, adjusting her position. With their superior strength and her weakened body, she was completely at their mercy. One laid down and the other two positioned her on top, and as soon as she felt that man stroke his cock against her drenched folds, she experienced a pleasure so extraordinary that she feared she would pass out.

... and well, if she passed out, wouldn’t that count as a loss?

Maribelle knew she had it bad, but not this bad. Were sexually starved bodies this sensitive?

No... there was something else at play, and she soon slapped herself internally for forgetting so easily.

The second spell.

It was designed to amplify any pleasure she experienced. Its potency was made especially evident when a large cock pushed into her pussy, filling her up entirely and stretching her walls out.

Maribelle resisted the urge to scream a scream of bliss. The only thing holding back her voice was her sudden climax, disorientating her so much that her voice temporarily dispersed.

All it took was the feeling of a cock entering her! That’s all it took, for a single orgasm!

...Maribelle was a little bit scared now. If this spell was actually capable of making her cum this quickly… then the likelihood of her passing out had just increased astronomically. That wasn’t good.

“Look at Chubbibelle’s face,” one of them mocked. “She can barely hold back how good she feels.”

“Ah… well, that won’t do!” another one said, placing his hand on her ass while kneeling behind her. The act only enhanced everything, causing her body to quiver while her emotions soared to inconceivable heights. “We want to hear her cute voice for at least a little bit, don’t we?”

“Well, I want to see Chubbibelle’s body jiggle over and over!”

Why did they have to use such a childish name?!

Maribelle would have rather preferred they called her something more traditional. ‘Whore’ or ‘Slut’ would have been perfect. It would have been equally humiliating and equally thrilling. But this? This was just… humiliating.

...she supposed that was the point.

The noblewoman wasn’t given much time to think it over. She had barely adapted to the feeling of a cock finally aside her, and was not adequately prepared for another to pierce her from another entrance. When she felt her ass open up, she was terrified! The man cared not for her safety and was going in completely raw, but as she felt her butt open up inch by inch… she felt nothing but tranquility. There was not even a hint of agony.

Maribelle had experienced the bounty of being fucked in both holes, but never simultaneously. It was… a strange feeling, but a very good one. She felt so full, and she loved that! She needed this, and thanks to this wondrous spell, she was feeling far better than she would ordinarily!

But she still held back her voice. Her body was begging for a vocal release, but she couldn’t give them that satisfaction… not yet, at least.

The two men inside her didn’t take long to earn their keep. Satisfied with their positioning, they began to thrust inside her, experimenting with different speeds and rhythms to find something that worked for the both of them.

The end result was something very pleasurable for them-- and mind-boggling for Maribelle.

It was nothing short of inconceivable. Maribelle believed she had tasted the pinnacle of pleasure before, but this… this pleasure far exceeded it. Yet another orgasm coursed through her veins, amplifying what she believed was the new pinnacle mere seconds after she reached it.

She couldn’t do it anymore. She couldn’t hold back. Her voice was finally set free, letting loose a howl of ecstasy. The crowd responded with a loud cheer, satisfied to witness her momentarily break.

“Look at her face! Noblewomen really are the sluttiest!”

Maribelle knew one thing for certainty-- she would never admit that she was a slut to them. The truth was blatantly displayed in front of them, of course, but she wanted to keep hold of some dignity, lest she remains stuck in this state of depravity forever. Part of her admittedly wanted to, but in the end, she was still a noble. She would not be fully broken! She would show them that noblewomen are strong, and more than capable of pleasing men without a sweat. If a princess could do it, then why couldn’t she?

Gods, it was going to be tough though! They knew what they were doing! The men were tickling every single sensitive spot in both her pussy and her ass, and pairing that up with the enchantment on her body was driving her mad!

By this point, any control over her voice was long gone. She couldn’t stop the flood of moans emerging from her throat, but she didn’t care any longer about that by this point. In fact, she was proud of how long she was able to restrict her moans. This pleasure was threatening to break her, but time was on her side; she was gradually getting used to how it felt, and that was making each insane thrust a little more bearable in regards to her sanity.

“Her moans were cute at first, but now she’s being too noisy,” she heard someone from the crowd say. Those people simply couldn’t make up their minds regarding what they wanted, could they?

“Yeah, shut her up,” another one scoffed. It made her shiver so wonderfully.

Their wish was soon realized when the third man, who had been patiently watching the entire time, decided it was time for him to join. He tilted Maribelle’s head up, and although her vision was blurred, she saw the towering cock aimed right at her face.

She didn’t need to be told what to do. She knew she was being too loud anyway, so this was for the best. As soon as her mouth opened, the man guided his cock inside… and did not stop until her nose was tickling his pubic hair.

Maribelle was in both hell and heaven. She hated how overwhelmed she was currently feeling, and how she could barely breathe. The scent was ridiculously strong too, overwhelming yet another of her emotions.

...but she also loved it all too. As the man started to thrust, eager to violate her throat, she made all sorts of gurgling sounds in response. These noises only stirred him on, making him accelerate dramatically. Soon enough, she was being violated in every single fuckable hole, and while she had been mostly silenced by having a cock wedged down her throat, she was struggling to keep it together internally. It certainly didn’t help that climax after climax coursed through her body, draining her even further of her energy. At this rate, she would soon be reduced to nothing but a fucktoy.

Yet even as she was used and abused, she couldn’t help but think about how magical this all was. Maribelle was in love.

It hadn’t even been fifteen minutes yet.

This was supposed to last for eight hours.

There were far more individuals in the crowd to please too.

This was going to be a day to remember, that much she knew.

She endured untamed thrust after thrust. Not once did any of the men show any concern for her safety, and that was probably a good thing. She’d be annoyed at them if they treated her delicately!

The first one to reach their climax was the one fucking her throat. Unable to resist how compact it is, they pulled out suddenly, giving her a chance to breathe. Only moments later, she felt the first rope of cum splash against her face. Eventually, her noble face was completely stained in a man’s sticky semen, and that was only from a single load!

The two men fucking her pussy and butt weren’t far behind their companion. The one fucking her ass pulled out, tainting her face in even more sticky spunky. The last man pushed her onto her back, fucking her wildly and entertaining the crowd with how much her body jiggled. The crowd had been mocking her the entire time, in fact, and the loss of two cocks was clearing her head a little bit, allowing Maribelle to hear their mockery more clearly.

Their sneering was actually growing on her, simply as she was learning how much she really liked being a whore. It was a wonderful enhancement to the experience.

Finally, the last man reached his climax, purposefully aiming for spots on her face missed by the previous two loads. The absence of the final dick granted her some clarity, allowing her to observe how much damage had been done to her body. There was an unbelievable amount of cum...

Maribelle still felt awfully weak, but at least  she could just about stand. The crowd cheered and jeered as she did so.

She smirked. Was that it? It was an astonishing experience, of course, but she had expected that pinnacle to ascend several more times, yet it had not. She had gotten used to these incredible sensations! She could effortlessly bathe in their pleasure once more, and not feel overwhelmed in the slightest.

The hostess clapped her hands, diverting Maribelle’s attention thanks to their closer proximity. “Well done, Maribelle. Not many can make it past the first round.”

Maribelle’s grin grew. The hostess was absolutely implying that this was the taster, but she very much doubted the pleasure she experienced could soar any higher. The spell on her body doubtlessly had a limit to its potency, and it was simply not enough to break her.

The rest of this gauntlet was going to be very easy. She had won before it had really begun.

For that reason, it was only fair she made it at least a little more challenging for herself.

“Ha… that… was nothing!” she yelled at the crowd, her voice still recovering a little, but boasting so much confidence. “Did you forget what I said? I can handle anything you throw at me.”

“Chubbibelle is arrogant!”

That name was still annoying her, but she made sure not to physically react to it.

“Host, can we teach her a lesson?”

“Hmm…” the host muttered, observing the riled-up crowd. “Maribelle, do you truly believe you can handle anything?”

“Absolutely.”

There was no sign of hesitation in her voice whatsoever.

“Very well!” they sounded pleased. The host clapped their hands together several times, gathering the attention of the mass. “From this point onwards, there are no restrictions on who can enter the arena. Be sure not to treat her gently.”

Maribelle froze. That was not what she expected. She was anticipating for there to be no more than three people playing with her body at one time, but there were…

She glanced over the crowd quickly, counting them messily as they stood up. Not a single person was willing to just watch, now that the restrictions had been lifted.

There were about twenty people in the crowd.

Could she actually take all of them at once? How would she take all of them at once? Well, there was, of course, an easy way to find out.

She was honestly a little excited to find out the answers to those questions. There were so many handsome men in the crowd, and a few gorgeous ladies too! If Camilla heard about this, she would undoubtedly be impressed too.

Eventually, the entirety of the crowd surrounded her. Many had already stripped, and the amount of cocks being jerked off ready to enter her at a moment’s notice made her salivate. The few girls present had wonderful bodies to feast her eyes upon too.

Despite so many people dying to get their greedy hands on her, they seemed to have some sort of game plan in mind. Two men stepped forward, seizing her body and lifting it up, and while Maribelle was only able to glance at them briefly, she noticed that their cocks were the largest among the bunch.

The two men held from the front and behind, allowing them to impale her tightest holes with their throbbing members. The sensations as they did so were familiar for Maribelle, but there was an additional increment of intensity that she was not expecting all thanks to their raw size. She was being stretched out so much, and the shock of it all disorientated her mind and voice. Not only were they thick, but they were long too, pushing up against her deepest parts. Her pussy and ass were completely full, and she thought she was familiar with feeling full! This was on a whole other level!

Maribelle was barely able to comprehend the pleasure anymore. It was simply too much for her feeble mind to handle. Her body was bombarded with what felt like a barrage of endless climaxes, and as all energy dropped from her body, they began to thrust. She couldn’t move her arms or legs. She could barely even move her mouth or keep her eyes open.

Physically, she was broken.

She wasn’t too far behind mentally yet.

Maribelle was laughing a little internally. She was foolish to believe that she mastered the gauntlet already, wasn’t she?

If there was any doubt in her mind about that, it dispersed immediately upon feeling a hand grasp her throat, forcing her to open her mouth, subsequently leading to a fresh cock being shoved down her throat. Her thoughts grew incomprehensible while her hands were guided to more erect dicks to pleasure. Her breasts were groped as well, and her nipples were not spared from tormentful twists and powerful pinches. Every single individual in the arena now was attempting to have their fair share.

It sounded like an impossible task, but they found a way by taking turns with her mouth. Every minute, she was given a few seconds to breathe before another shaft wedged its way down her throat. The unique differences in scent and taste made that clear as her eyes blurred, and occasionally, she was grabbed by the hair and forced to use her tongue to pleasure one of the women. Her technique was lacking due to feeling so exhausted, but a quick slap to the cheek (and in some cases, a grasp to the throat) awakened her and forced her to act.

Never had pleasure felt so much like torture.

Maribelle didn’t know what to think anymore. She subconsciously just allowed the endless abyss of euphoria to take over her body. She wasn’t fully mentally gone, but she was dangerously close to that point. The only thing keeping her consciousness intact was her determination to see this through.

The noblewoman lost track of time. There was no way she could think about how much time had progressed while she was busy being fucked over and over in every fuckable hole. She was giving a smidge of relief when the two men fucking her rear and pussy finally reached their climaxes, soaking her body in semen. No men after them were quite as large, but they were still fulfilling enough to dampen her mind once more. Her mouth was treated to a variety of flavors, and Maribelle only realized that a considerable amount of time had passed when a familiar taste entered her mouth, indicating she had finished an entire cycle of blowjobs and pussy-eating.

Not once did any of the men cum inside her holes, which was a little frustrating, especially for her mouth. She had tasted the differences in cocks, but now she wanted to taste the differences in semen. Why couldn’t they give her that? They were so cruel...

“That’ll do for now,” the hostess called out to the crowd, commanding them to temporarily take a break.

How many cycles of cock-sucking had she been through by this point? Maribelle had honestly lost track.

It was weird to feel cocks pull out of her and not be replaced by another immediately. She felt awfully empty, and it wasn’t fun or satisfying in the slightest!

The host approached the cum-stained Maribelle, kneeling down with a smile on her face. “You’re doing well, Maribelle. It’s been four hours already! We are very impressed.”

“R-Re… R-Really…?” she was in disbelief. “W-Where are the cocks…? I whant more… cooocks… I love them…”

“Don’t worry dear,” the host spoke in a calm and caring tone, fully aware that Maribelle was quite fragile presently. “You will get them, but first, it’s time for the Ladies’ hour.”

“Ah, that means we have to leave, doesn’t it?” one of the men sounded disappointed, but not highly. “Well, Chubbibelle made me work up an appetite, so let’s take a page from her book and grab something to eat.”

“Good idea, I need my energy for the final round.”

“Don’t miss us too much, Chubbibelle!”

The rest of the men showed no problems with the ladies taking over for a while. Maribelle, who had somewhat recovered her eyesight, watched them leave.

“H-Hey… d-don’t goooo… I… ah… whant... y-your cocks... “

The women currently present had enjoyed their time with Maribelle, but it was the men who had undoubtedly reaped the most pleasure. An hour where they could use the noblewoman for themselves would even the scales, and upon witnessing Maribelle’s disappointed reaction, they were keen to prove to her that there was more to look forward to than dicks.

“Don’t worry dear,” the hostess was still kind and caring, talking to Maribelle as one would talk to a puppy. “We’ll take care of you.”

One of the women stepped forward, tilting the noblewoman’s head up with her finger. It was a familiar gesture, but it didn’t cause any sort of negative reaction from her this time. Maribelle experienced a wonderful chill as she saw the woman lick her lips. “Mmm… your tongue was nice earlier. I’d like to feel it again.”

Maribelle couldn’t even remember eating this girl out. She had eaten her fair share of pussy too, but naturally, she wasn’t going to complain. It tasted wonderful too.

Her exhausted body was calmly guided onto the floor, allowing her to rest a little easier while the cold floor collided with her sweaty back. Being able to breathe so easily was an abnormal feeling, but the woman who spoke to her was eager to fix that little issue of hers, suffocating Maribelle by sitting down on her face, groping her breasts for support.

Although Maribelle could no longer see what was happening, the other women present were eager to play with her too. She felt an uncountable number of fingers spread across her pussy, many targeting her sensitive but sore clit. The graceful touch of a woman in contrast to the rough hand of a man was a welcome change of pace, and of course, it was more than enough to make her body crazily contract yet again.

Doubtlessly taking advantage of how wet she was, she felt one of the girls slip a finger slip deep inside her… followed by another… and another… and another…

Maribelle started to realize just how much she had been opened up when something girthier than a cock forced her wide open, and it wouldn’t stop sinking in deeper. It paired terrifically well with her clit constantly being massaged, sending waves of bliss coursing through her body. It was a familiar pleasure, but twisted in a way, keeping her fully conscious… not that she was going to lose that anyway, considering how eagerly the woman on top of her wanted to feel her tongue. She experienced the woman’s climax happen at the same time as her own, and there was something extraordinary about experiencing a woman’s orgasm up close while in the midst of her own. The Gauntlet was absolutely letting her experience all sorts of wild scenarios that wouldn’t occur naturally, and she was all for it.

When the woman finally lifted herself off, Maribelle gasped for breath, coughing wildly.

“Oh, sorry dear,” the lady apologized with some laughter. “I didn’t mean to suffocate you.”

Maribelle couldn’t make any vocal response, but she had never heard a more blatant lie.

“Good timing,” the hostess butted in. Maribelle looked up as best as she could, observing that the host was wielding some sort of staff. “I may be the host, but it is ladies’ hour. You’ve done well to last this long, Maribelle. I truly commend you, but I am curious to see if you can hold onto your consciousness with this.”

Was she about to be inflicted with some sort of new spell? She had no idea, but there was an easy way to find out. “W-What is… that staff for…?”

“Observe.”

The staff itself looked rather ordinary, but the tip was spherical and glowing. The hostess brought it down towards her clit, and upon feeling it touch up against it, Maribelle didn’t feel too out of the ordinary.

...until it started to hum and vibrate wildly.

Maribelle screamed, but it wasn’t pain that caused her to shriek.

“It is a staff imbued with the same magic that has made you sensitive to touch,” the host explained. Maribelle desperately tried to listen, but it was challenging to do so while her body was erupting with incomprehensible pleasure. The peak of pleasure had broken once again. “It amplifies the pleasure of what it touches, and focusing it on a woman’s clit yields wonderful results.”

Maribelle couldn’t think! She could only let her subconsciousness take over, and all it could do was scream and wiggle in pleasure. Her reflexes couldn’t decide if it wanted to evade the euphoria or embrace it, leading to her rolling around a little, but not at a speed that the host couldn’t keep up with.

Just as she figured that the intensity couldn’t get any higher, she soon realized how foolish she was once again for underestimating the Gauntlet. The end of the staff pierced the entrance to her pussy, opening her up whilst vibrating just as wildly. As it tickled her sensitive walls and sunk even deeper, pushing up against her cervix, the volume of her voice continued to increase. Fortunately, one of the women silenced her with a messy kiss, while the other two started to lick her body clean, happily sampling all the sticky semen soaking it. It was a surprise that the men hadn’t opted to play with these gorgeous lasses, but in a way, it was a good thing… Maribelle knew she’d be jealous if the attention wasn’t all on her!

“I… cahn’t… taaaakeeee ittt…” Maribelle genuinely believed she was on the verge of a complete physical breakdown, and she already thought her body had broken down! There was no way her body could keep up with this absurd amount of pleasure. It was a miracle her mind hadn’t succumbed to this insanity.

She didn’t feel like a woman anymore. She felt like a plaything.

But she didn’t exactly mind that… and the remaining stable part of her mind was worried about that.

“You can,” the hostess spoke in a surprisingly sinister, yet playful voice. There was a reason she was the host, it seemed. “And you will. You’ve come so far. You don’t want to lose now, do you?”

“I… whon’t…”

Maribelle endured. She endured as her body was overrun with all sorts of spasms, and though her exhaustion grew, she refused to let it truly overwhelm her. There was always a small part of her mind hanging on to a shred of sanity, for if she would lose it, she would become a slave to sex forever.

...gods, it was tempting just to let go...

But she couldn’t, even if it was difficult! She couldn’t believe she had underestimated the Gauntlet so severely.

But she was over half-way done, and soon enough, she would be free.

...until the next time she decided to participate.

Because despite how tormentful this was… she loved it. She had already decided she'd be back… after she had time to recover, of course.

Before she knew it, the hour dedicated to the ladies was over, as indicated by most of the men returning to the arena. A few had opted to stay and watch, and she swore she had heard a few degrading comments from time to time, though it was naturally difficult to hear with so much else happening to her body.

“Welcome back,” the hostess greeted the returning participants, many of whom were curious to see what was happening to their favorite Chubbibelle. “We’ve had our fun with her, and we’ve made sure she is ready for the final round.”

Maribelle had heard mention of this final round. By this point, she knew it was going to be the most insane of them all, and considering there were still three hours left, it was going to last a long time too.

When that staff finally left her body, she finally felt some sort of relief, but she knew it was a momentary release. The men were quick to surround her, some working together to pick her up to get her into a position that would make her easier to fuck.

“For the final round, there is but one simple change,” the hostess spoke to both Maribelle and the crowd. “Creampies are now authorised, and that applies to every single hole, including her mouth. In other words, pump her up.”

Maribelle’s eyes widened in shock. This was the final round? This was something she wanted! This wasn’t going to be tormentful in the slightest!

Her voice grew ecstatic once her pussy and ass, both sore from all the fucking yet still so sensitive, were filled to the brim. Her giddy tones were silenced once another cock was slammed down her throat, and this time, she could feel her raw excitement fighting against the brewing pleasure, both sensations trying to claim dominance. She made sure to treat the cock in her mouth with an absurd amount of care, drenching it in her saliva and sucking on it more wildly, disrupting the man’s rhythm, but he didn’t mind the change of pace. In fact, he was glad for it, as being treated so enthusiastically was exactly what he needed to bring him to his orgasm, gifting Maribelle with the treats she had been craving for hours.

Her happiness only amplified when she felt a tidal wave of semen warm up her anus, followed by even stronger heat when her womb was filled to the brim with semen. It was almost simultaneous, and feeling the warmth made her realize just how much she missed being filled up. It was making her realize just how crazy it was driving her too.

Maribelle was admittedly playing a risky game, as she actually wasn’t sure how safe of a day it was for her. She could have prepared some contraception, but the thrill of actually being impregnated was something she knew would turn her on even more.

The men didn’t care at all that another man’s semen was flowing out of her holes. They quickly took over while the initial three rested, eager to deposit their loads within her body. She barely had time to gobble down the cum in her mouth before she was overwhelmed with the strong scent of another cock ready to let loose inside her. Her hands were forcefully latched onto two other dicks, stimulating them while they patiently waited for their turn.

As everything became routine, Maribelle lost track of pretty much everything, such as the time, and more notably, how many dicks she had sucked and how many had fucked her. The ladies spiced things up by making her gag on dildos way too big for her mouth, but she had already learned how much she loved being suffocated by this point. They were even magically enchanted to produce a cum-like substance, reminding her to never grow complacent while participating in the Gauntlet; there were always plenty of surprises intended to break her. It was just as warm as the semen too, and produced so much more! Never had it felt so good to have her mouth, pussy, and ass overflow so wildly.

Maribelle knew by this point that she was broken. In fact, she was starting to believe she truly had been for a while. She hadn’t forgotten how cock-starved she was when the men said they were temporarily leaving. Therefore, the part of her mind that still held back ever so slightly began to disperse. There wasn’t any point in holding onto consciousness, after all. She’d feel so much better just letting the pleasure course through her body.

All she had to do was relax, and let them use her like the cockslut she truly was.

And that is exactly what she did.

The remaining three hours were a blur. Slipping in and out of consciousness constantly thanks to all the dicks sliding across her most sensitive spots was nothing short of heavenly. She allowed herself to be used, because that was exactly what she desired.

“Oh dear…”

Maribelle eventually heard a more than familiar voice, but she was more concerned about why there was only one cock inside her. She was so used to having three!

But that purple shade of hair she saw was indistinguishable. It snapped her a little back to reality, but upon trying to lift herself up, she couldn’t. Why was the ground so sticky? Why was her body so sticky? What was that divine taste in her mouth, and why did it feel like she was leaking so much…?

Maribelle couldn’t think properly, so she did the easiest thing she could do. She collapsed, falling into a deep slumber while her pussy was pumped full with cum for the final time.

“She did it,” the hostess clapped her hands. “Passed out right after the eight-hour mark.”

“I knew she would do it,” Camilla laughed, stepping onto the arena and observing the damage done to the noblewomen. She was painted in white from head to toe, but even so, everyone could see the huge grin on her face. She was satisfied. “That’s why I sent her here. I could tell she was capable.”

“It impresses me that you’re able to find these girls,” the host admitted.

“What can I say?” Camilla shrugged her shoulders. “I’m more than familiar with the signs.”

The princess approached Maribelle, carefully picking her up. She didn’t particularly mind all the liquid getting all over her armor; she could lick it clean later.

It was time to bring the girl home so she could rest. Being able to fly back on her wyvern was a useful perk. She just hoped nothing much would leak out and fall down, striking some innocent passersby. The thought made her laugh.

“Heh… Camilla…” Maribelle suddenly giggled, waking up and recognizing who was holding her. Her voice was unbearably unstable, but that wasn’t dampening her excitement in the slightest. “I d-did it…”

“Yes, you did. Well done, dear.”

Since she was still under the effects of all the spells, she approached the staff-wielder who had been watching the entire time, waiting for whenever they were needed during the Gauntlet, which was never. Maribelle was strong and no damage had been done to her, so they were only needed to remove the enchantments. Unsurprisingly, Maribelle didn’t react when the two spells faded away; she was still naturally exhausted, and her mind wasn’t anywhere near conscious enough to notice her strength returning to her, at least not yet.

Maribelle mumbled something incohesively, but it soon became clear to the princess that she was struggling to gather her thoughts. Camilla couldn’t blame her. “A-Ah… g-give me my… ah… apology!”

Ah, right. That was the reason she came here, wasn’t it? “Yes, yes, I’m sorry. Now, let’s head out, shall we?”

“N-No…! I whant… moooreeee coooocks…”

Camilla smirked. This girl needed to learn some self-control, it seemed. She had tasted the forbidden fruit and wanted to consume more than her recommended daily amount. Camilla was going to have fun with her.

However...

“I think you need a bath first.”