Isekai Rohan

"So, let me get this straight. Your name is Lisa, your deceased husband died in the war against the elven. And your governing lord only gave you your deceased husband's sword in return for your family's sacrifice. Rather than entering prostitution or finding a decent job. You were recruited by Orca, became addicted to their way of life, the fleeting notions of power and freedom that they promise.

And you're saying I should believe your directions and information, because you don't really care about them? And you expect me to trust that?"

Lisa, the rogue from Orca simply couldn't comprehend what she was seeing. The girl before her appeared to be the youngest of the lot. A free-spsirt and joyful soul. Candy-pink hair that made her look like a princess from same tale, and yet- there she was, leaning against a great sword larger than herself. Something she had seen the girl carry and swing around like a normal blade.

Olivia, still having her hands wrapped around Oliver's eyes, blocking him from seeing the interrogation as Lisa was entirely naked. Chained and bound, whilst Mel held onto the collar of a surviving green-goblin who had a raging hard boner that desired the soft perky tits before him.

"A-aren't we both fellow women!? How could you do this to me!?"

Bethel tilted her head in response. "What crap is this npc talking about? I gave you the chance to come clean. You were the one who forced me into pushing a few buttons."

She glanced around, taking in the sight of the men who were coming down from their battle-adrenaline. Somewhat horny from seeing the BDSM play between their commander who was clearly untouchable, and a busty women who was clearly a prisoner. Thinking not with their brains, but with their cocks, their eyes kept pleading the pink-haired women to give them some sort of reward. 

Having a clear view of their tents, Bethel knew exactly what she was doing. "I'm starting to think that this isn't some fantasy RPG but a hentai game..." "Whatever happens to you now, it's not my fault right? You only have yourself to blame for becoming a piece of shit."

"Mel. What do you recommend I should do to our enemy here?"

Mel gazed into Lisa's pleading eyes. Without her weapons and mismatched armours, the woman looked like a simply village-girl. Albeit with a few scars here and there. "I feel bad for what's happening to her, but... If we let her go. There will only be more women and men out there falling victim to them like I did."

Seeing Mel turn a blind eye to her, Lisa started to sob and cry.

"Well, Lisa. Good news is, I'll let you decide on which cock you want to serve; the very goblins you released to attack us, or the knights.

Bad news is, I can't afford to drag you along, thus we will tie you up and leave you here. After we're done with your base, as thanks for coming clean we'll take you back to town and hand you off to the local garrison. Whatever they do to you then, is none of my concern. At the very least, you won't die."

The men smiled, as their own captains: Olivia and Oliver. Would never reward them like this, in fact, they barely did reward them for anything. Lisa looked upon her left, where the goblin had its claws outreaching, trying to grab her milk-jugs, whilst its little green dick kept waggling about with pre-cum flinging out.

Feeling revolted from the very idea of receiving its seed, and possibly giving birth to a monster. She quickly made the decision to serve the men whom she had attacked. At the very least, she could enjoy it, she thought.

Mel quickly beheaded the goblin. Before walking off with Bethel, leaving the rogue to the men who surrounded her. To add an extra piece of coal to the fire, Bethel commented.

"Men, this rogue is a member of Orca. A gang that targets men. Men like you, like your fathers, brothers, friends and cousins. They honey trap them, drug them, kidnap them and rape them. Treating you men like dildos for their enjoyment. In fact, their very leader tried to dig her claws into His Grace, Duke Asai de Trichia. 

Thus, I decree now to deliver upon her in which she forced upon others. Feel no guilt, no remorse. For you are simply punishing a criminal with her own poison. Enjoy!"

Walking away with Mel in hand, Bethel brushed passed Oliver who equally raised a tent. 

"Fucking pervert. Behave yourself." Taking the chance to tease the man further, she bullied his penis mentally.

Whilst Mel couldn't hear it. Olivia was blushing greatly as she caught glimpses of her twin's lust and desires within their mental-connection. Equally dragging him away, the four would maintain watch as their men enjoyed themselves. Out of curiosity, Mel did peep on over a few times. Greatly surprised in finding Lisa enjoying herself as she tried to dominate the men who were trying to taste her.

"I guess that isn't her first rodeo either..."

Having shared the finest men, with the longest cocks with one and another. Members of Orca weren't shy at all, when it came to orgies or group-play. Perhaps if she were lucky, she could make one of the knights addicted to her pussy enough that he would demand her as his reward. A war-trophy of sorts, thus evading a prison-sentence.

With such optimistic thoughts running through her mind, she became ever energetic with her body. Using every hole, and both hands to pleasure the men.

As for Olivia, she wasn't sure as to how she felt. These were supposedly her loyal knights, men who diligently worked hard during training. Honourably served the people, and were mostly gentlemanly within her presence. Having grilled her brother, who came up with excuses and reasoning that such cases were normal in times of war.

Which apparently explained why there was so much pillaging and raping centuries prior. Because battle-fatigue, or when the risk of death passes, humans simply needed to release their pent-up-stress somehow.

And rather than pillaging and stealing. Allowing their knights to literally release themselves on Lisa was perhaps the best choice to maintain their morale.

Hearing this randomly concocted explanation, Olivia could only wonder whether or not the duke of war himself also suffered from such symptoms. Remembering moments, such as Miku, who sneakily pleasured herself on the man's back. "I-I guess it makes sense..."