The Three Spires Challenge - Gang Rape Galore

[KittyUmbrass]

Teaser: Three women aspire to become elite members of a criminal gang in a fantasy city. To do so, they must complete a daring challenge across the town, completely naked so they can't use equipment to help them achieve the mission. Two out of three make it okay...
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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This story competes in the Gang Rape Galore sory contest.

Title: The Three Spires Challenge
Author: KittyUmbrass
Content Warnings: Some watersports (piss) for humiliation purposes.
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This is inspired by a fantasy novel set in a city with a few gangs in rivalry for the various vice and crime areas, called "Six Of Crows". The Grey Hawks and Black Ferrets are obviously not literal references to any animals: they're how members of the gangs are known.
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The Three Spires Challenge
Dusk crept over the city of Langelfold, dark orange reflecting off the ripples in the port where tall masts rocked gently with the tide and foreboding warehouses stacked the quays. Perched on a rooftop, three young women and a swarthy, scrawny man not much older, watched the last rays.

The man was Finset, leader of one of the most feared gangs in Langelfold, and one of the very few who had sway inside the citadel walls as well as in the districts that had sprung up around the ancient seat of the DuCallen family. Commerce, waged labour, dreams of wealth, and all the bustle that those interlinked motives brought in their wake had grown Langelfold from provincial town and castle into a sprawling mass of hovels and mansions, whorehouses and cathedrals, taverns and markets, wattle and masonry.

And where such mingling of humanity occurs, there is always scope for those who play around the edges of the Law, stepping freely from one side to the other and back.

Anyesh Light-Toe was one of those who'd come to the city thinking she would earn a scholarship at the university, only to discover that places were limited and a system of bribes and favours, not academic or gymnastic aptitude determined who got in. And she had no money for that. So when she was offered a job to carry a package from point A to point B, no questions asked, she leapt at it. And that was how Finset lured her into the outer circle of his Grey Hawks. Three years later, her she was, about to take the test that would see her elevated to the inner circle.

Her rivals were Gertren Highstand, a tall blonde from the far northern states, and Bresh Poke, a former urchin from Langelfold itself, now a wiry and compact woman with a reputation for finishing fights with her fists or her dagger. She was probably the most similar to Finset himself, which scared Anyesh.

Finset explained what he expected.

"This is the Three Spires Challenge. No one becomes a full member of the Grey Hawks without completing it. Some other gangs use it to test their elite, I test everyone. And when my folk do it, they do it naked. No tricks, no tools, no weapons. No ways to cheat, just your body against the City. So, as soon as the last ray of sunset has gone from the tip of the flagpole at DuCallen Castle, you may begin. You have until the first ray of dawn strikes it again, to ring all three Great Bells: Cathedral Morn in the east, Cathedral Helos in the south, and Cathedral Phoebelle within the Citadel itself. The City Watch will try to stop you crossing the Wall, of course, but if any other gangs catch you…" His voice tailed off. Then he grinned wickedly. "And they will do their worst, because they will know who you are. Now, women, disrobe and give everything to me."

The three aspirants had no qualms about nudity. Gangs lived in close proximity, and there just wasn't room in their dens and bases to be picky about who saw you naked. But Anyesh realised the other two were lingering a little. They must have hoped to carry some kind of gear with them on the challenge. She had a garrotte wire stashed in her tunic, but her plan didn't call for it tonight, she hoped. So she was the first to undress, exposing her tight, wiry black bush and reddish-brown skin that shone in the sunset. Despite herself, she squeaked when Finset shoved two gloved fingers into her cunny, then one of them up her arsehole.

"Good girl, some have tried to hide things there to cheat." Anyesh noticed Bresh's cheeks flush at that remark.

"If I cheat, Chief, I cheat myself as well. I'd never know I truly earned it."

Finset finished by running both hands through Anyesh's short-cropped black hair. She tried not to think about where one of those hands had just been, but she knew he was just checking for anything hidden there. And she could wash herself thoroughly once the challenge was over.

Finset calmly peeled the glove off his hand and replaced it with another. Bresh was next to be ready, and sure enough, she'd hidden a small combat weight in her twat. No doubt she'd planned to use it to add weight to her punches in a fight. Finset tossed the offending article from the rooftop, and said nothing. Gertren was also clean of illicit aids, so she, too, received the praise of the leader.

"Turn your backs to me." The women did. Anyesh felt Inset's finger tracing something on her back, wet paint or dye making her want to flinch. "There. Now you carry my mark. Make me proud, or live in eternal shame." He looked up to the flagpole. "The Challenge has begun."

* * *

Bresh leapt from the rooftop down into the docks. Gertren scampered towards the next roof, headed south. But Anyesh went the other direction across the rooftops, towards the Citadel.

There was logic to the other women's actions: the Wall was the biggest obstacle, and the City Watch were formidable opponents to sneak past, so leaving the Phoebelle 'til last made sense. But Anyesh had been planning for weeks, and discovered a secret route into the Citadel. An unscrupulous businessman had made a cellar that went under the Wall and into a house on the outside, to avoid the taxes on bringing goods through the gates. Anyesh planned to tell Finset about it as soon as she was in the Grey Hawks, but for now it was her means to achieve just that.

Scampering, somersaulting and leaping from roof to roof, she made her way to the house of the smuggling businessman. There was always a chance it would be found out by the City Watch, and the businessman would suffer the consequences. But with hundreds of homes and shops inside the Wall, the chances were low unless someone grassed him up.

He paid someone to live in the house and keep things looking normal - an empty house that close to the Wall would always attract suspicion. But also, lots of night time activity would raise suspicions, so Anyesh knew her way would be clear. And once she was inside the Citadel, she was confident her acrobatics would keep her ahead of the Watch.

* * *

She was halfway up the Phoebelle bell tower when she heard the distant clang of the Helos bell far off in the south of Langelfold. Gertren must be ahead, then. Not that it was a race, but anyone in the Grey Hawks had a competitive streak. The only thing she worried about was that now, everyone in the City would have an idea someone was running the Three Spires, and that meant the gangs would be out in force from now on. Indeed, she could see City guards gathering below, to protect the cathedral and its bell from her and her rivals.

"Hah," she thought, as she reached out to ring the bell. "You can't even catch me when I do this."

The clang made her ears ring, but the obvious surprise and panic in the ant-like guardsmen below gave her a malicious joy. Now to sneak past them and disappear into the night.

* * *

A commotion on the eastern side of the Wall eventually gave Anyesh her chance. She headed north, then west across the roofs back towards the merchant's storehouse on this side of the Wall. She assumed the disturbance was a ruse by Bresh to give herself a clear route into the Citadel, but regardless, it helped her, and that was all there was to it. Reason told her that Gertren would be making for the Morn bell, looping round to do a circuit of the city. Bresh was the puzzle: the Morn bell hadn't rung yet for Bresh, so was Bresh actually attempting to breach the Citadel first after all? It didn't matter. Anyesh only wanted to avoid meeting her rivals, and the Helos bell was clearly not going to be the others' next target, so it would be hers.

From north to south was the longest distance between bell towers, and she would need to travel through many different types of neighbourhood to get there. Some would need her to descend to ground level or lower to get all the way across town. Some of those probably wouldn't look twice at a naked woman running down the street, but most would require stealth to get there.

* * *

In quick succession, the Morn bell and the Phoebelle bell rang, off to Anyesh's right and then behind her. Gertren already well on her way to completing the challenge, then. And Bresh clearly making use of her distraction to get past the guards. Well, the city would be well aware that a Three Spires Challenge was underway tonight.

* * *

The Morn bell tower was possibly the hardest to reach safely. The Morn cathedral was at the centre of an open square, with wide streets and no narrow alleys to exploit. The test was to watch and make sure no one was looking when she made the dash to the cathedral and snuck inside to climb the tower.

This late at night, the coast was usually clear, but she saw half a dozen shadowy lookouts had been stationed around the square at various street entrances. Black Ferret members, alerted by the bells. They were known to be fiercely protective of their territory, and would be mad that someone had already rung the Helos bell and escaped. Hearing the Phoebelle bell twice and Morn bell as well, meant they had to know there were other runners in the night.

That garrotte wire would have been really useful right now. She'd have to make a distraction, then.

"Hey! Weasel! Look at this!" From two junctions away from the cathedral, Anyesh called out to one of the Black Ferret sentries, shook her breasts, then turned her back and wiggled her butt, pointing both thumbs over her shoulders to point at the Grey Hawks emblem painted there. Then dashed off down a street and out of line of sight. Almost immediately, she hid in an empty barrel she'd spotted. About a minute later, she heard the sucker run past, then clamber up onto the rooftops to try to spot her doing the same. She waited until she heard him jumping down again in a neighbouring street before creeping out of her barrel and scurrying towards the cathedral. From this angle, the cathedral itself blocked the other five sentries from seeing her, so she dashed across to the side door. Inside, she crawled beneath the pews to reach the tower, and crept up the stairs. No Black Ferrets seemed to be stationed inside, but she had to be careful. One of the few rules all gangs respected was, no blood spilled on holy ground, but that left restraint and capture as options.

But as it happened, the bell tower was clear. Anyesh waited, checking she could still see the Black Ferrets at their watch stations. She saw the one she'd taunted slink sheepishly back to his spot, then at that moment, the Morn bell rang again. She immediately answered it with the Helos bell, and somersaulted from the top down to the cathedral roof. Only speed could help her now: stealth was impossible.

She sprinted the length of the cathedral roof, once again making a wild somersault down into the cathedral garden. She knew the Black Ferrets would be chasing her already, but she had momentum and desperation on her side. Although it was the longest distance to the edge of the square, it was also the longest distance from any of the sentries.

She needed some way to shake them, heading to the roofs right away wouldn't fool them, so she looked for some quick turns to make. But at the second junction, she looked down the side street and saw a trio of Black Ferret gang members waiting. Behind, she could hear the sentries chasing her, so she had to keep moving. After a couple more turns, she realised the gang were all around her, herding her in a particular route. Now was the time to get up onto the rooftops, but glancing upwards to either side, she saw there were more gang members shadowing her from above.

And now, there was no way out: she knew where she was. The Black Ferrets' tavern had a stableyard at the back, and the gates to it gaped before her. But behind, two dozen members of the Black Ferrets were gaining ground, another dozen lined the roofs above, and the roads to either side were blocked by the rest. So she did the only thing she could: ran straight into the yard and looked up for ways to get up over the buildings.

Except, a thin tripwire stretched across the opening. It caught her ankle and sent her sprawling onto the flagstones. As she scrambled to her feet, the first few Black Ferrets grabbed her and forced her back down onto the cold, hard stone.

Many hands pulled her spread-eagle, face down on the ground. She struggled and snarled her defiance, but there were just too many of them. She could feel and hear the yard filling up, the entire Black Ferrets gang surrounded her naked form.

"So kind of Finset to send us such a morsel," sneered a gruff voice right behind her. She heard him spit, felt the disgusting gob land right between her upturned buttocks. "You're gonna learn what happens to fresh meat that trespasses on our turf." She felt rough leather trousers rubbing against her inside thighs, two hands under her hips pulling them up, and before she had a chance to brace herself, there was a thick, stiff cock pushing between her pussylips. There had to be at least eight people holding her in place as the chief pushed his meat firmly between her folds. She wailed her frustration and helplessness in a keening cry, the Black Ferret chief taking his time after the initial penetration to make her feel the full length force its way in.

Someone forced a filthy rag between her teeth as the chief eased out again, so his next thrust produced only a muffled squeal from the hapless gang runner. The chief took his time, an almost chilling silence from him but there were plenty of jeers, taunts and crude chatter from the men and women surrounding those with the hands and more in contact with Anyesh's body.

To her surprise, the chief drew out completely and stood up. "Trash like this in't worthy of my gift. I'll just clean her up some for you scunners." A moment later, a stream of hot liquid splashed across Anyesh's back. The chief was pissing on her, using his piss to trace the emblem Finset had painted there. He lifted his aim a little to soak her hair and the back of her head, before tracing the emblem again. He seemed to run out of piss then, and after a short pause, Anyesh felt a rough cloth scrubbing her back, wiping up the piss and the paint, removing the badge of her allegiance.

"Alright, scunners. She may not be completely fit for human consumption yet, but she's good enough for you lot. Make her regret her bad choices, lads."

Hands shifted, bodies scrabbled to take new placed, but never at any time were there any less than two hands on each limb. And a new person took his place between Anyesh's thighs. This one was younger, probably only 18 or 19: more enthusiastic, far less concerned about making a point and just eager to get his chance to fuck a woman who couldn't reject him. He pounded her hole with fierce, desperate passion, making Anyesh gasp and grunt through her gag. She shook her head in fury, but her anger was meaningless, and his desire unstoppable. This young Black Ferret finished quickly, his thick, sticky load filling Anyesh and leaking from her hole as he pulled out.

A third cock took his place, this time they pulled her up onto all-fours, and a fourth Black Ferret knelt in front of her. One hand on either side of her face, he forced her mouth open again, pulled the gag out and instead used it as a blindfold. She tried to spit, to close her jaw, but he forced his cock into her mouth before she had a chance to resist. Gagged once more, this time on the Black Ferret's cock, she could only choke when the one behind her pushed into her cunt as well. The lewd comments and jeers lifted a level now she had two cocks skewering her, and the men raping her exchanged remarks about how good her holes felt to fuck, coordinating their thrusts to make her suffer.

The man in her cunt came first, and immediately swapped with one of those holding her, who wasted no time shoving his meat into the cum-lubed hole. A minute later, the man raping her mouth came too, holding her mouth closed to force her to swallow the vile seed. As soon as she'd done so, he let go and another man took his place, giving her no rest from the facefucking. Tears streamed down Anyesh's cheeks, drool oozed down her chin. Her whole world had shrunk down to the stone floor, and the bodies crowding her, the cocks forced into her. Past and future were irrelevant, there was just the ongoing rotation of rapists.

Eventually, one of them grew tired of fucking her pussy, pulling out and using the smearings from the fucks already taken as lube, lifted his hips and bore down against her arsehole. Terrified, Anyesh couldn't help clenching, but it did no good: he was too strong, too forceful, using his weight to add to the assault. Even around the cock then raping her throat, Anyesh's scream was audible when the ring muscle gave way and the cock plunged deep into her bowels.

As soon as he came, the man in her mouth pulled away and this time, they let her scream while the man raping her arsehole pounded away as if he was using her pussy after all. Anyesh yowled, screamed, struggled - all in vain as her rear was left in agony by the vicious sodomy.

Somewhere during that final, debasing, assault, a bell rang loud and near: the Helos bell, meaning that the other two had both finished the challenge. What hurt most was that the Black Ferrets busying themselves with humiliating her had allowed Bresh a free run at the cathedral. And she would now never have time to reach Morn, even if she escaped.

When the last two men to fuck her had finished, the entire gang dragged her to an empty stable. They pushed her back up against a thick wooden pillar, bound her wrists together and threw the rope over a rafter, securing it so her arms were over her heads and she was forced up on tiptoes. They threw buckets of water over her to wash her.

One of the more senior members said, "Anyone who hasn't had a go yet, you can take turn in her front hole. Just make sure she's scrubbed clean by dawn."

Anyesh briefly hoped she would have a chance to wriggle free of the ropes and escape, but a queue formed quickly, there was never going to be a time when she was alone in the stable, for the entire night. One after another, they pulled her legs apart, lifted her onto their dicks, humped away, came, and wandered off into the tavern.

Daylight was just starting to ease through the door when the last one left, but then some of the Black Ferret women padded into the stable, with buckets of water and towels. This time, the purpose really was to make her clean and fresh again. Hope filled Anyesh that she might, at last, be freed. She had failed the challenge, but she might yet get away from all this.

But when the women finished, the chief was back, with some of his men carrying a sturdy wooden chest. Anyesh was bound, ankles, knees, thighs, wrists to waist, upper arms to chest, and stuffed into the box.

The last thing she heard was, "She'll fetch a fine price in the slave markets of Jununia."

* * *

At the docks, Bresh and Gertren dressed themselves. Finset sighed.

"Well, looks like the Light-Toe failed. Still, two out of three ain't bad."

The End
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Thanks for reading! This is an entry in the Gnag Rape Galore! story contest, please vote (ideally for me, but voting is good regardless). And leave a comment if you liked it.

[Shocker]

You marvelously capture the world, it’s a few years that I have read six of crows. But you manage to conjure up the ruthless and brutal world excellently. I liked the little details, like ensuring they were carrying no tools, or the most humiliating fashion to remove the paint from her back.
Overall very well done.

[Lucius]

Amazing. I haven't read the novel, and this work stands on its own very well. Your style is excellent, and you've made the Light-Toe real. With a name like that and my very mild foot fetish I've expected more descriptions of various surfaces under her bare feet, but, just like in the prompt and in the Rolling Stones song, you can't always get what you want.

[chloevee]

This was really well written. The parts where Anyesh was running across rooftops and whatnot was fun.

I had a bit of a hard time with the premise that they were required to do the challenge naked. I think I get why you did it, but I just couldn't buy it. Might just be a me-thing.

There's a lot of world building, even basing it off of Six of Crows, and a lot happens in the story. I'm impressed with how much story you were able to fit into a short format and it didn't even feel rushed.

This is inspired by a fantasy novel set in a city with a few gangs in rivalry for the various vice and crime areas, called "Six Of Crows".

I love that book/series! You do a great job of depicting the world.

I'm impressed by the names you came up with and how well they could fit into that world. (Langelfold, Anyesh Light-Toe, Grey Hawks, etc.) I have an unfinished story partially inspired by this world and partially by the world of The Riftwar Cycle by Raymond Feist. But man, coming up with names is hard!

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A few typos:

And that was her Finest lured her into...

"Finset", right?

Almost immediately, she hid in an empty barrel she'd spotted.About a minute later...

Missing a space.

She felt rough leather trousers rubbing against her inside thighs, two hand sunder her hips pulling them up...

"hands under"?

Anyesh's scream was audible when the ring muscle gave way...

"ring of muscle"?

[Nickamano]

Really good world building, even unfamiliar with the source material I could picture the medieval style city perfectly well.
I liked the idea, though I did feel there were opportunities missed to reflect on the discomfort of bare feet, knees, elbows, shins etc. on bare cobblestones, one manure smeared straw stable floors, and then stones and tiles of the buildings. Then again you only have 5000 words...
Some of the summersaults from rooftops to gardens were perhaps a little much to believe but that's a nit-pick. Another nit-pick might the girl using a lone empty barrel to hide in and it being good enough to hide from the guard. Maybe if she had discovered/arranged one useful barrel among a stack of them, it might have been more believable.
The actions sequence was well written and clearly described, I liked the use of urinating to wash off the ownership mark. I also enjoyed the conclusion of sale to slavers... the idea was just popping into my mind and then there it was popping up on the page!! Thanks for adding to the contest.

[KittyUmbrass]

And that was her Finest lured her into...

"Finset", right?

Not a typo - auto-correct in my text editor! Probably wasn't the smartest choice to make a character name be very similar to an actual word.

Anyesh's scream was audible when the ring muscle gave way...

"ring of muscle"?
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No, "ring muscle" is correct English. It refers to the anal sphincter. (Strictly speaking, ring muscles line the entire digestive system, but in colloquial usage it means a sphincter.)

[KittyUmbrass]

Some of the summersaults from rooftops to gardens were perhaps a little much to believe but that's a nit-pick. Another nit-pick might the girl using a lone empty barrel to hide in and it being good enough to hide from the guard. Maybe if she had discovered/arranged one useful barrel among a stack of them, it might have been more believable.

The somersaults and acrobatics were meant to be a little bit "Crouching tiger, Hidden Dragon" style implicit magical element. And maybe conjuring something of a video game vibe. With a slightly longer word count, I might have spent a bit of time in the worldbuilding on that side of things, for sure.

As for the barrel - I thought it was implicit that a merchant would have several barrels, and she'd noticed that one was empty. That's definitely assuming too much as the write! On the other hand (and justification after the fact...) it's a known phenomenon of human psychology that people can miss the obvious if they're focussed on looking for something specific (like a naked woman they were chasing down the street...)

[Claire]

That was a good one. I really liked how you played with the theme. From the start I wondered whether it would mean 2 out 3 women made it or that maybe she makes it to 2 out of 3 bells but fails at the last one. And then you kind of went for both. I also liked the glimpse of the world you gave us. I'm not familiar with the novel you mentioned but I think you got the setting and atmosphere across without the reader needing any prior knowledge.

There are two things that I think would have made the story even better. First, you spend quite a bit of time on the first two bells but overall she gets to those very smoothly. I would have liked to see her struggle a bit more before she gets to those first two bells.

Second, since you don't give us much insight into our protagonist's character, thoughts and feelings, I think you could have let us follow all three gang runners instead. Since we stick so closely to Anyesh it is very clear that she will be the one that fails and gets gangraped. I think we would not have lost much by switching perspectives here. So if you had followed all three of them you could have told us beforehand "two of these three women would make it, one wouldn't" and could have had us guess which one would fail. You could have even thown a misdirect in there with one of them getting caught and raped but being able to free herself and make it before you dive deep into the gang rape of the one that actually failed.

But overall, very well executed idea!

[Vela Nanashi]

Run the gauntlet naked eh, sounds not wise.

her she was -> here

Combat weight, like a lead lump, you could always pick up a rock on the way, not quite as heavy but still. Good writing and setup so far too pulled into reading to write much of a comment, also unfamiliar with setting to know much to comment Funny that Finset has separate gloves for each of them, that seems a bit odd for a gang, but it does make Finset a bit more of a complex character

It is a little hard to keep track of who each paragraph of text refer to, at least I failed at that, and tried to reread to understand, but could not, so maybe would be good to prefix each character's point of view in some clearer way.

Brave man to put his cock in a mouth of a foe, but then maybe he expects her to not bite him as she would know he would likely hurt her bad if she did.

Poor Anyesh though.

Well written story, keep on writing and sharing stories please. I can tell that if I knew the setting it would be much more fun to read.

Gnag rape galore at end

[KittyUmbrass]

It is a little hard to keep track of who each paragraph of text refer to, at least I failed at that, and tried to reread to understand, but could not, so maybe would be good to prefix each character's point of view in some clearer way.

There was only one character POV - all of it was Anyesh 3rd person limited. Any mention of the other challenge-takers was her deducing where they must be based on the evidence available (most notably, the sounds of the bells ringing out).