March and the warriors of the Indezh tribe

Growling hoarsely, Marsha desperately lunged into the attack. There were five opponents, so she didn't hope for victory, but she wasn't planning to surrender in advance either.

Sunlit pines towered indifferently all around. Her sword clanged against the blade of an Indezh. Tall, muscular, slightly larger than all the men of his tribe, he easily parried her thrusts. The other four closed in, surrounding her. The Indezh tribe were cannibals; Marsha felt defeated, in the hands of enemies who would inevitably skin her body and, biting into the flesh, coldly tear her body to pieces.

Feeling a surge of rage, Marsha managed to break through the large Indezh's defense, blood gushed from a deep cut across his cheek, ruining his war paint. She immediately spun around, sending her sword in a graceful arc. The Indezh all jumped back at once, as if scalded by boiling water. Holding her sword out in front of her, Marsha cautiously circled, watching each of them from under her brows. The large one touched his cheek, looked at the blood on his palm, and roared furiously; without a second thought, he rushed at her. She barely had time to bring her sword up when someone from the remaining opponents struck her on the back of the head.

Marsha lost consciousness, and they all fell upon her at once. She came to as they were tearing off her clothes. Yes, of course, they wouldn't eat her with her clothes on. As soon as she tried to move, she was immediately kicked in the stomach.

Marsha's hair was disheveled, she was breathing with difficulty and was now completely naked. The large one raised his blade for the final blow; her eyes darted around searching for salvation, but nearby was only the dangling member of one of the Indezh, who was holding her hands and pressing his knee into her chest so she couldn't break free.

Marsha realized she had to do something, but what?… She looked at the member again and suddenly, obeying instinct, took it into her mouth. At first, she thought to bite it off, but instantly understood that would get her killed immediately. .оrg And so she froze with the member in her mouth, and the Indezh stood still as if enchanted. Marsha didn't know what to do next; she felt with surprise how the member hardened, growing larger right in her mouth. The Indezh was getting aroused, and she liked it. They burst out laughing; the large one said something to her, gesturing for her to take the tribesman's member deeper. Marsha obediently swallowed the phallus; the head pushed into her throat as he also thrust forward.

Then she began slowly releasing it and swallowing it again; the Indezh moaned with pleasure.

The large one interrupted them, made Marsha get on her knees and continue sucking the member. She obeyed unquestioningly because she herself was experiencing a previously unknown pleasure from it. It didn't last long; the Indezh groaned and began releasing semen into her mouth. He held her head so she wouldn't choke; Marsha had to swallow every last drop, and he kept coming until semen flowed from the corner of her lips.

Marsha loved it madly; she thought that was all, but the other four, including the large Indezh, surrounded her. Each presented her with a hard member for her to suck, and without much thought, she wrapped her lips around one of them. With her hands, she touched the others; it was pleasant to feel their lust, hard, long, they were beautiful, and she wanted to wrap her lips around them, swallow them into her mouth. Marsha would take one member out of her mouth and immediately blissfully swallow another; with her hands, she involuntarily began to masturbate them. The Indezh grabbed her head and fucked her mouth like beasts, squeezed her breasts; she only moaned with pleasure. A mad lust overcame her; arching her back, Marsha wiggled her buttocks. One of the Indezh crouched, grabbed her waist, and entered her. They fucked

Marsha like a bitch, enjoying her entire body. She simply choked on lust, whimpered with pleasure, swallowed semen; her whole body, breasts, legs, face, and lips were covered in this white fluid. She adored what was happening. Marsha came many times; they would open her mouth slightly, lay a member on her tongue, and watch as seed spurted onto it.

That day, they let Marsha go, for she had earned the right to stay alive. But it was not the last time she came to the forest and was the most submissive whore for the warriors of the Indezh tribe.