Life on the Frontier: Raising a Family - Gang Rape Galore

[ren6]

Teaser: The orcs all around her held her tight. She yelped in surprise when the obscene cockhead mashed against her opening, desperately trying to find any way she could to halt the invasion of her virginal passage. But she was powerless and completely immobilized by the mass of grubby paws holding every limb down into the dirt. A shrill shriek escaped her throat as his cockhead violently forced its way between her virginal lips.

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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

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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Title: Life on the Frontier: Raising a Family - Gang Rape Galore
Author: Ren 6
Chapter Tags: M+/F, fantasy, monster
Story Contest Entry: Gang Rape Galore

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Life on the Frontier: Raising a Family - Gang Rape Galore


Arrym frowned, crossing his arms as they searched the forest for his wayward daughter. A growing pit of worry festered in his gut the longer the search went on. They were on the frontier, the wildlands outside of Phlan and it was not safe to be out alone. These lands were teeming with orcs, gnolls, kobolds, and the like. Raids on the villages and surrounding farmsteads were common.

He hadn't wanted to move his family out here. It was dangerous and none of them were enamored with the idea of farm life. But his business back in Hillsfar had failed, leaving him destitute. He could either accept the land grant from the frontier settlement effort, or watch his family starve. Surprisingly, they had thrived out here. Frontier life was hard, but the bonds that fellow settlers formed were solid, forged from the need to look out for each other in these dangerous lands. Erina was the youngest of his three daughters, but still old enough that the fact that she was unwed was worrying. She'd remained a maiden for far too long, and he worried if she waited much longer she'd never find a husband. As a father, he wanted nothing more than to know that all of them had found happiness.

Jon walked tensely by his side, eyes scanning their surroundings apprehensively. He was every bit as worried, Arrym knew full well the boy was sweet on his girl. He spent all the time he could with her, and Arrym didn't doubt the young man was working up the courage to ask him for permission to propose to her. While he acted gruff with him and put on the show of a stern, disapproving father, in truth he liked him. He was a solid lad, and good for Erina. He had a level head on his shoulders, responsible and reliable, and he'd do anything to protect her.

He was exactly what Erina needed, she was flighty and impulsive, prone to daydreaming and whims of fancy. No doubt she had run off alone into the woods to avoid being given any chores while she read that new book she'd gotten from the peddler. He hoped that was all this was; he hoped she had simply lost track of time engrossed in her reading and whiled away the day's hours lying about somewhere in the woods. Come dinner time, she'd putter sheepishly back into their home, covered in dirt and stray leaves and twigs with an embarrassed look on her face. He prayed to the gods that was the case.

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Eager to sample their prize, the orc raiding party quickly scouted out a cave that would keep them away from prying eyes. They had stumbled on the waif-like girl foraging for berries in the woods and eagerly snatched her. Practically drooling with excitement, they carted their sweet young prisoner off into the darkness to be ravaged. Erina screamed and squealed and struggled, but froze stiff in fear when the leader drew a long, wicked looking knife from his belt. He was a thickly muscled hulk of a beast, with the same green leathery skin common to all orcs. His body was covered in coarse, matted hair and slick with mud and sweat. He gazed at her with beady eyes, sniffing her with his large, pig-like snout and nicking her cheek with his rough tusks.

Relishing her fear as she stared at him wide-eyed, he slowly traced the tip of his dagger around her cheek and then slid it along her collarbone, before roughly snagging it on the neck of her tunic and tearing it down the front, soon followed by her skirt, exposing her virginal body for all the orcs to see.

The bestial orcs whooped and hollered, drinking in the sight of her pale complexion and firm, young flesh. Erina was a diminutive lass, short and slim. Still new to farm life, she had delicate looking skin that one wouldn't expect to find from a farmgirl on the frontier. The only sign of her rugged home life was her short auburn, rough-cut hair. Her arms and legs were both slender, giving her a spindly appearance that made her look tall and lanky from afar, despite her small frame. Her petite breasts were firm, with small pert nipples that stood to attention in the cool air of the cave they had dragged her to.

Wasting no time, they assaulted her in a frenzy of lust, rudely groping every part of her body. She squealed as hard, calloused hands explored every inch of her, filthy fingers delving her previously untouched pussy, rough sweaty palms cupping her youthful breasts and lewdly groping her smooth, silken buttocks. Their filthy paws left smears of dirt and greasy sweat to blemish her pale skin, and she gagged at the heavy musk that surrounded her. Grunting with lust, they quickly threw her to the dirt and held her in place against her desperate struggles.

A mass of rough hands grabbed and held both of her thin arms above her head and pinned them to the ground. More grubby paws held her ankles far out to the sides, and even more groped and fondled her porcelain thighs, holding them out wide. The slim, young and petite girl stood no chance against the horde of hulking orcs, she was held completely immobile and helpless.

She screamed and struggled, knowing all too well the fate of any girl captured by the orcs. She gasped in discomfort as her legs were spread wide to the limits of her flexibility. Her hips strained, her vaginal lips parting obscenely. Erina wailed in shame and embarrassment. Her most intimate parts, never before seen by any man, were spread wide, putting her smooth, virginal slit on display to the subhuman beasts.

Her plaintive cries cut short and her embarrassment quickly changed to wide-eyed fear, when the leader, who had the privilege of going first, shuffled up in between her legs. He exposed his horrid member to her, it was eight inches long, thick and grotesquely warped, and wrapped in bulging veins. The bulbous head was already oozing a copious amount of syrupy precum that he crudely smeared around his shaft, now gleaming with a slick sheen. She whimpered as he knelt between her knees, leveling this gruesome weapon at her maidenhead. She then screamed in fear as it neared her vulva, renewing her thrashing, knowing that her life was about to change forever.

The orcs all around her held her tight. She yelped in surprise when the obscene cockhead mashed against her opening, desperately trying to find any way she could to halt the invasion of her virginal passage. But she was powerless and completely immobilized by the mass of grubby paws holding every limb down into the dirt. A shrill shriek escaped her throat as his cockhead violently forced its way between her virginal lips.

Her shriek cut off into a very undignified grunt as his shaft dug in. Her inner flesh for the first time felt the sensation of penetration, being cast aside by the advance of his sweaty, greasy meat. Then, as the brutal orc continued to shove his disgusting organ into her tight young canal, she screamed and thrashed anew, fighting the cruel hands that held her down. She could not even budge them the slightest bit.

Her rapist grunted in ecstasy as he felt his member enveloped by her velvet sheath, her tight folds wrapping around him with a firm grip. His glans slid smoothly through the gentle ridges of her tunnel, the satiny furrows of her flesh firmly gliding down his shaft. He mercilessly thrust again and again, grunting and slobbering spittle onto her face as he reached the end of her passage, prompting her to screech in discomfort.

He grew harder as he felt her tiny body struggling with all her might, buried under his massive frame. He felt her muscles squirming with her struggle, and heard her gasps of revulsion. Her writhing frame and plaintive wails only served to arouse him, causing his turgid length to swell even larger within her belly.

The others holding her down sniggered lewdly at her vain struggles, while groping her smooth flesh, smearing it with their dirty paws and musky sweat. Desperately she thrashed and pulled, trying with all her might to escape the intimate penetration that connected her most private place to this disgusting beast. The orc's huge rod rammed up deep inside her guts. It sent feelings of violation and revulsion through her slim young body, as he ground his hips into hers, mashing his fat, slimy cock into her deepest parts. It was the most vulgar, intrusive act of her life, and she gagged in disgust at the reality of her virginal body being penetrated repeatedly by this disgusting animal.

The orc began fucking her in earnest. Forcefully ramming into her, he fully hilted in her vagina, driving the breath from her lungs. She groaned in revulsion, not understanding what his increasing ardor meant. His thrusts shook her with more and more force until he came explosively in her depths, reveling in the exquisite sensation or her snug sheath clutching and caressing his plunging manhood. His hips thrust involuntarily with jerking movements, as his deeply embedded organ vomited inside her, spewing forth huge spurts of hot, filthy semen.

Erina gasped at the sheer intensity of the insemination. Even were she not a virgin, no human man could have prepared her for the duration and force of an orcish ejaculation. She gagged in disgust, barely able to breathe as she felt the brute's fetid cum flood into her body, befouling and dirtying her deep within. It had a gelatinous, slimy consistency that clung to her insides. The torrent was endless, his hilted organ spasming again and again, each time disgorging a huge jet of ropy spunk. Her captors had to hold her down with all their weight, as she kicked and squirmed, heaved and bucked desperately. Crying and gasping, she struggled to endure the monstrously alien and invasive sensations,

"Unh! Urgh! Uunf! Unnnnngh!"

The brutes that gripped her jerking limbs snorted and grunted, enjoying the girl's involuntary spasms as she was bred for the first time in her young life. On and on it went, far longer than she expected. Finally the orc finished his ejaculation, and withdrew his sloppy member from her trembling body.

Erina lay sobbing and shivering, but the next orc was already mounting her to begin his turn. The poor girl wasn't even given a chance to catch her breath. His thick organ lined up with her little hole, still raw and slimy from the first orc, and without hesitation, he shoved his fat cock head into her sensitive lips, grunting as he slid into her.

She squealed as his member shoved the first rapist's leavings even further into her tunnel, violently whipping her head about in disgust, "Nooooooo!" The brutish orc grunted eagerly, slobbering all over her and enjoying the convulsions of her flesh around him as she squirmed. The innocent girl's sheath was warm and soft, slippery and velvety with youth. He was able to slide deep without resistance, despite the vice-like grip of her snug little canal clutching firmly at his plunging cock head. Eagerly he thrust through the folds of her tunnel, his knob brushing by the bumpy protrusion of her cervix and slipping past it into the tight pockets of flesh beyond.

She grunted involuntarily every time the brute's cock head slid in, feeling him driving into her insides. Again and again she struggled ineffectually to break the grip of her captives, desperately trying to stop each punishing insertion. Her slim body jerked and heaved, as she attempted to escape their hold. But try as she might, she could not move the orcs around her, her limbs remained firmly planted against the ground.

Then she felt him speeding up, ramming his cockhead more and more urgently into her. She fought them with renewed vigor, panting and gasping, but could do nothing to stop it. At last his knob planted firmly into her depths and held there, and for the second time in her life, she felt torrents of slimy gunk flooding into her body. She could feel his filth oozing into her, vile and slimy, coating her inner walls with stinking cream. She gasped in horror and revulsion.

"Uuugh.....mmmmmmmff....errrrgh!"

As if to punctuate her violation, he ground his pubic bone into hers with every spurt. The pulsations would not stop, blasting into every crevice of her insides. When he finally withdrew, a third orc was ready and filled her up as soon as the last dismounted. As the third disgusting cock in her life was sliding into her young body, Erina cried out, realizing how many more were yet to take their turns.

"Oh gods, please no more!"

The orc was indifferent to her cries, mercilessly shoving his organ into her. She was slippery and sloppy, and yet her youthful cunt remained tight and sweet, her natural snugness still taut despite the massive members it had been forced to accommodate. She recoiled in revulsion as his hairy body, crawling with vermin, slid against her delicate skin. He felt the vulnerable girl beneath him twitch and shudder, he could hear her panting gasps of despair. He began a rhythm, drawing his knob in and out, mashing her most intimate parts relentlessly, until he too flooded her deepest parts with a stream of disgusting jism from his bulbous cockhead.

The rapes ran on and on, one orc after the other with never a break in between. Each brought a fresh horror as she was forced to rut with a new, disgusting partner, accumulating more and more of their gelatinous spunk within her until it overflowed and pooled on the ground beneath her hips.

The youngest orc of the pack was relegated to taking the last turn, as he always did, and he stood back sullenly. Orcish packs did not treat their novices with a great deal of respect. He impatiently shuffled from foot to foot as he watched his fellow savages rape the young human girl one after the other. He stroked his huge erection with pent up frustration as he waited for his turn. It had been over an hour since the first of them had tasted her body. He had had to wait while all the others violated her, his testicles swelling more and more with anticipation. When it was finally his turn, he attacked the poor girl with the intensity of a rabid animal.

The moment the orc before him rolled off of her, the beast was on her in a flash shoving his bursting organ violently into her slippery sheath. She shrieked in shock at the forcefulness of his frenzied penetration, the air being pummeled from her lungs as he slammed into her like a jackhammer. His thrusts rapidly grew harder, deeper, and more violent, prompting her to scream out in pain, staring back at him in wild-eyed terror.

The waning dusklight framed against the lengthening shadows in the cave cast a menacing glow over his bestial, pig-like features as he stared intensely at her from above like a predator hungrily devouring his prey. Those cold, merciless eyes struck a chord of primal fear within her as he angrily speared her again and again, taking out all his frustration. She shrieked in despair again and again in cadence with his wild thrusting. Her shrill cries and squeals filled the room as she struggled to endure the animal rutting, a part of her sure he would break something inside her. His rough cock ripped unrelentingly through her flesh, stabbing into her guts and driving her breath away. She renewed her struggles, desperate to stop this inhuman violation.

Panic began to fill her when she felt his tempo raising to a crescendo, and she screamed in fear. Then at the peak of his ardor, he hilted with her fully, his thick oily spunk spewing forth like a hose. It exploded with such vigor that she could feel it blasting into the back of her tunnel, cutting her shrieks short into gurgling heaves as she struggled for air. Her mind blanked, her entire attention focused on her own insides being sickeningly and repeatedly painted with torrents of slimy cream as he pulsated within her over and over and over.

Afterwards, she lay barely able to move and emotionally broken, deep, sorrowful sobs wracking her body. Showing her no pity at all, the orcs roughly dragged to her feet. She shuddered as the filthy, gelatinous semen drooled out of her ragged and sore hole, seeping down the insides of her thighs in creeping rivulets. She could still feel her insides coated with the thick gelatinous cream, shuddering with a sickly feeling every time she moved and felt it oozing within her. The leader unceremoniously heaved her over his shoulder and the troupe marched off into the woods. The trip was rough and uncomfortable, the cold air stinging her naked flesh until she mercifully passed out, the last of her energy spent.

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Erina awoke in a dank cave lit by flickering torches and found herself tied facing downward, to a shelf covered in ragged, smelly animal hides and four wooden legs angling out to the sides, almost like a crude headless horse. Her head hung over the front and her limbs were tied to the legs with several leather straps. Her rear at the back of the shelf was exposed and vulnerable. She struggled impotently, sobbing gently in the darkness. The noise alerted a nearby orc on guard duty to the fact that she was conscious, and he called out signaling to the tribe that their plaything had awakened.

She recoiled fearfully as a fresh crowd of bestial orcs crowded into her space. They were already naked, bare bodies glistening with fetid sweat. They whooped and hollered, eager to begin the night's entertainment. Then the largest, ugliest, beast of a creature she had ever seen slowly walked into her field of view. She whimpered in fear, eyes wide with terror as he presented an obscenely massive and grotesque organ. It was 13 inches long, and as thick as her arm, covered in rough warts. It was already wet and rank with grease and dirty sweat, giving off a pungent smell that assailed her senses. She cried out plaintively

"Oh god, no! Please not that! Anything but that!"

But the snickering crowd only laughed at her fear. The giant brute stood motionless at first, revelling in her naked terror and plaintive cries. They fell on deaf ears and trailed off into quiet whimpers and sobs. She trembled in paranoia as he walked around behind her, outside of her line of sight. Unable to see what he was doing, her senses were attuned in terror as she waited to feel his touch.

She jerked in panic and surprise as rough, calloused paws gripped her pert buttocks, and pulled them to the sides, thick sausage-like thumbs pulling her labia apart in preparation. Then she squealed in fear as she felt the obscene knob pressing against her opening, struggling to force its way in. Her muscles tightened, trying to deny the mammoth pole from thrusting forth, but it was useless as the intractable log of flesh parted her soft folds and forced them aside, slowly and painfully spearing into her depths.

She screamed as she was split apart, the merciless beast impaling her upon his monstrous organ. She shuddered in revulsion as she felt his bulbous, sweaty knob plumbing her depths. She could feel its disgusting warts dragging along her inner walls as they slid through her trembling flesh. While his enormous member pushed ever deeper, her screams took on a new timbre as he forced himself past where she thought was possible. Her panic rose to new heights, certain she was going to die impaled upon his fleshy rod. Each inch of her canal quivered as the intruder parted it, bit by bit, until finally he bottomed out, his rough, flea-infested pubic hairs grinding against her ass.

There was a brief pause, and then he began to slowly rock his filthy organ in and out, prompting her wild squealing and wails to begin anew. His massive member drew the flesh of her quivering tunnel back and forth with it as she stretched around him. Struggling to accommodate his girth, her inner flesh gripped and clung to him, it pulled outward as he withdrew, and was compressed back inward as he penetrated.

He grunted in sublime pleasure as this soft, silken, velvety tube of satin slid and stretched along his flesh, milking him as it strained around his rock-hard member. Back and forth, in and out, the mammoth invader steadily rocked her insides, as she screamed herself hoarse. When her breath ran out and her throat ran ragged, she petered out into unintelligible grunts. She lost the ability to think coherently, her mind totally focused on the intense and revolting sensations ever present in her pussy.

"Unh....ugh....unh...ERRGH!"

This continued for what felt like hours, she wanted nothing more than to drift off into the release of unconsciousness, but always she was brought back to focus on the vulgar sensations of the enormous cock invading her most intimate parts. It was impossible to ignore the warty, slimy, revolting member sliding unceasingly back and forth within the soft folds of her vulnerable flesh. She jerked in panic when she noticed a shift in his tempo and urgency that signaled the inevitable, and she cried out in fear, begging for mercy

"Unnnghh....puh.....pleeeaaaase! ...can'tnnnnf......I'll ....unnngh.....diieee!"

He chortled mercilessly and responded by pumping harder and more intently, grinding his rough pelvis against her ass cheeks as he bottomed out repeatedly, pressing his massive, gnarled, and disgusting head into her depths. She tried to beg again, but the intense sensations of his increasingly urgent hilting robbed her of breath. All she could do was grunt and gag and retch wordlessly.

When the first of his enormous ropy spurts exploded forth into her, she jerked and froze, quivering and trembling with a deathly intensity. She clenched and cramped reflexively on his turgid length as a truly unbearable flood of thick, slimy cream blasted forth. It exploded with such force that she could feel it being squeezed into each nook and cranny of her insides, painting and marinating every last bit of her inner flesh.

He bellowed in pleasure as her convulsing body gripped his enormous member, squeezing and milking him, bringing forth blast after blast of gunk to vomit forth. Each new pulse made her clench down harder than before, convulsing frantically as she fought to bear the intense sensation of being seeded by this monstrous beast. It went on for several minutes, every convulsion of her silken tunnel helping to coax forth the next torrent of oily cream, which in turn made her inner muscles shudder and clench like a vaginal gag reflex trying to squeeze out the immovable pole of flesh lodged firmly within her.

The cycle steadily climbed in intensity with each new rush of spunk that filled her canal, her entire being was overwhelmed with sensations of unrelenting pressure, violation, and disgust. Through it all, she could make no sound, only quietly retching and struggling to breathe. When she could no longer withstand the intense experience, her entire body seized, every muscle clenching to the cramping point, until finally she blacked out and collapsed, limp as a ragdoll.

She was left to the rest of the pack of insatiable brutes, who took turn after turn, using her limp, unconscious body as their plaything for the rest of the night. Awakening once again in the morning, she looked around, groaning as she tried to flex her sore muscles. She realized she was still tied, leather cords tight around her skin. She flinched in fear as the guard watching over her saw her awake and called out for the next group of brutes to take their turn. In that moment she understood how she would be spending every waking moment for the rest of her days.

[Shocker]

I really liked your story, you make particularly good use of interspecies aspect of the story, leaning into the monstrous nature of the orcs.

[joey]

Always up for a good Orc raping of a beautiful human woman. Always felt it was a cop out not to have the temporarily ringless Frodo sexually assaulted by the Orcs in Cirith Ungol, although I probably stand alone on that thought. In a prolonged gang rape scene like you've written it's always difficult (I imagine) to keep redescribing the details of ejaculation almost ad infinitum -thought you carried it off pretty darn good. Personal preferences that have nothing to do with your excellent story: prefer the victim to be less waif like, more fully developed but still very innocent & maybe her farm hand/suitor Jon apprehended by the Orcs and forced to witness the scene. Very nice story.

[AdmiralPiet]

Overall, nice work!
I like that you made the Orcs more beast like, and not just green men.

Good writing, although I would say that it suffers from overdescription.
Here my personal taste plays a part, but to explain:

He was a thickly muscled hulk of a beast, with the same green leathery skin common to all orcs. His body was covered in coarse, matted hair and slick with mud and sweat. He gazed at her with beady eyes, sniffing her with his large, pig-like snout and nicking her cheek with his rough tusks.

This is fine. Lots of descriptors, but this is the first "view" of the orcs. You could spread it out more if you like. Like putting the skin and hair in the overall description of the party.
But I feel you tend to use a lot of adjectives in the story overall, and repeat yourself in the process.
See below for an example:

The slim, young and petite girl

her tight young canal,

slim young body

into her young body,

the young human girl

Instead of the doubling up of adjectives you could just use one, and save the other for another instance. That would make it feel less repetitive.

Like I said, perhaps subjective taste, but as the reader I don't need constant reminding that she is young, or slim, or petite.
Or that she is a virgin.
Or that the orcs are dirty and sweaty.
Or that the orcs holding her down are too strong so she can't move.

Of course you can repeat some info no problem, sometimes it is called for to emphasise a point. But here I feel it is too much and drags your story down a bit.

Also: I didn't see the contest theme in there, or I might have missed it?

PS: I learned something today. Wanted to correct you on the use of virginal over virgin. Double checked and saw that both are possible.

[Lucius]

Whoa, a damsel in exreme ravishment distress. The orcs shine (green!) in nice detail.

A bit monotonous, I'm afraid -- the girl is a helpless victim through and through. The defloration moment is underwritten in comparison with the detailed descriptions of other acts. Can't see the prompt either.

[ren6]

Thanks for the feedback everyone, I appreciate the advice and will take it to heart in future endeavors. Admittedly, I kind of forgot about the prompt as I was writing, I was initially intending to focus more on the fact that the father just wanted to raise three daughters and give them happy lives, but things go sideways on the frontier for his last one. But it ended up being somewhat stream of thought once I got into the writing. I will aim to do better structurally in the future!

[AdmiralPiet]

Thanks for the feedback everyone, I appreciate the advice and will take it to heart in future endeavors. Admittedly, I kind of forgot about the prompt as I was writing, I was initially intending to focus more on the fact that the father just wanted to raise three daughters and give them happy lives, but things go sideways on the frontier for his last one. But it ended up being somewhat stream of thought once I got into the writing. I will aim to do better structurally in the future!

I expected that to be the case, because the daughters was the only thing relating to three, and she was the one different.
I know how easy it is to be lost on train of thought, and I would advise any writer to leave the story for at least a day after it is finished and read it again in full.
It is very easy to miss things while you are working on it because once you have read it often enough you stop reading it, because you "know" what is written there.

[KittyUmbrass]

I feel like this has been answered in the previous reply, but I found myself wondering why the father/boyfriend scene was included at the front end of the story. Neither character comes back, so while I appreciate the worldbuilding and backstory element, sometimes it's just not necessary to tell the reader about it unless it becomes relevant.

Maybe telling that part from Erina's perspective as well just before she's abducted, or even while she's carried back to camp, would keep things easy to follow. And might indicate what's actually important to include and what could have been left out.

On the other hand, it feels very much like a hot one-shot chat roleplay (I've seen quite a few in chatrooms elsewhere that would have gone very like this story). I guess the "stream of thought" approach to writing it added to that impression.

[Nickamano]

I have to agree with AdmiralPiet on the over description criticism. It's something I have struggled with for years.
Very good visuals, I liked your take on the Orcs, though you used "vermin" to describe what I assumed was meant to be smaller things like lice and ticks in their body hair. Not sure vermin is the right term for those kinds of small parasite. Very picky quibble, I know.

One thought I was left with, which might be interesting was how would the young lad helping her father search for her feel about her if she did manage to escape and return to her village. Would the villagers embrace one of their own, gallantly escaping and managing to return to her home? Or would she be shunned, seen as tainted or unclean. Would she still be seen as marriageable or would the rest of her life have been ruined no matter what? Perhaps even banished from the village ? Just stuff that I found myself wondering about as I was reading the story.
Thanks for sharing your work in the contest.

[ren6]

Thank you all for the very helpful advice! I will be reflecting on this for my next story.