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Xera and Her Companions #3: Ava the Pious

by Sigma

I

"Get down!" Xera shouted as she dove and tackled Minerva to the stone road of the town's main street. Moments later, Gurka flew past them in a green blur and into a market stall that was destroyed by the impact.

Xera looked up from where she had Minerva pinned beneath her, the Amazon's ample tits smothering the young sorceress' face until Xera stood back up. Minerva quickly suppressed the smile on her face.

"Ugh..." Gurka groaned, her muscular legs splayed as she lay in the ruin of the wooden stall. Her green flesh was covered in the frosting and cream of the various pastries the stall had displayed moments before. When the orc pushed herself up, she licked whipped cream off her finger and then looked up and across the way at her attacker.

The woman stood with her sword held out in challenge to Gurka and a shield at her side. She was tall, with curly blonde hair and pale skin. Armor plates covered her legs and arms, but the only clothing on her torso were simple cloth panties and metal plates covering her ample bust, which heaved when she laughed at her enemy.

"Gurka!" the armored woman screamed. "I, Ava of the Order of the White Rose, will see you brought to justice this day!" she declared.

Xera helped Minerva to her feet and watched the scene in front of her. "Ugh...a bounty hunter..." the Amazon groaned, going for her sword.

"Wait..." Minerva stopped her and whispered. "I've heard of the White Rose. They're a holy order of knights. They hunt evil all over the world. What if there are others nearby?"

"You will be brought before this town's magistrate to answer for your crimes," Ava promised Gurka before turning her icy blue stare on Xera and Minerva. "You, and anyone who travels with you."

"Well, that settles it!" Xera said, drawing her sword and taking a fighting stance.

"But we aren't criminals!" Minerva said as she stood next to her and readied a spell.

Gurka cracked her knuckles and looked at her axe where it lay at Ava's feet. "Three to one, you pompous ass. I'll give you to the count of ten to leave this town, and we don't have to hurt you," she said, smirking.

"I think you are mistaken, brigand!" Ava said, her chest poked out in confidence. "It's you three who are outnumbered!"

Xera and Minerva looked at each other in confusion before looking around at the gathered crowd of townspeople. 

"Noble people of this town!" Ava shouted, her voice carrying on the air. "Before you stands the orc bandit chieftain whose raiding parties would steal your livestock and crops, burn your outlying villages, and attack your gold shipments! Stand with me today and bring this criminal and her associates to justice!"

"Hey...those orcs did steal my prize horse!" one man's voice came from the crowd.

"Oh shit..." Xera uttered.

"My family went without grain for the season because of those orcs!" an angry woman added.

"No, no, no, this isn't good!" Minerva squealed.

"Cowards!" Gurka spat at her companions. "I'll beat this skinny little twat's ass and anyone else who dares challenge me!"

"See what the barbarian thinks of you good people!" Ava declared. "Join me and end her menace!"

"Yeah!" the crowd shouted in ear-shattering unison moments before they surged around Ava like a charging army and towards Gurka.

"Fuck!" The orc yelled and turned to run, only to find herself confronted by some of the townspeople right away. She swung and knocked one man down, only for several others to pile on her at once and wrestle her muscular form to the ground, covering her completely. Gurka cursed and shouted all the way down. 

It all happened so fast that when Xera and Minerva found themselves surrounded by the angry mob, the two of them simply sighed, dropped their weapons and raised their hands.

"Let's stop here, you said," Xera growled, her gaze locked on Minerva. "This looks like a nice town..."

"Shut up! Leave me alone!" Minerva answered.

***

Before long, Xera and Minerva were paraded through the town, their wrists bound in front of them. Men behind them slapped their asses to urge them on.

Ava led the procession in a triumphant march with several of the people around her singing her praises. Many of the men carried the pole that Gurka was hogtied to and the orc muttered an endless string of curses from behind the gag in her mouth as the army marched on.

II

"Noble Magistrate..." Ava spoke from bended knee in the hall of the town's magistrate. "I bring you three criminals who await your judgment."

The town's people stood some distance back, and Xera, Minerva, and Gurka all stood bound with guards at their backs. Minerva fixed her stare on the floor, Xera looked ahead at the magistrate, and Gurka stared daggers at Ava, muttering something in her native language. Each of them had rope tied tightly around their tits, pushing them up and bringing even more attention to them.

"A commendable effort, Lady Ava," the town's magistrate complimented, stroking his long white beard. His dark gaze fixed on Ava's captives, and he felt himself stiffen beneath his robes as he inspected each of them.

"I could not have done it without the help of the good citizens," Ava smiled and motioned back at the people.

"Indeed..." the magistrate said before leaning forward. "Now...I know of the orc chieftain Gurka, but who are these other women?"

Ava looked back at Xera and Minerva. "Reprehensible criminals who travel with the orc, my lord."

"But these two have not committed crimes against this city or any of its outlying villages. I've received no reports of humans in Gurka's war band."

Ava swallowed a lump in her throat and bowed her head. "No, my lord. I think they and the orc are newly joined, but..."

"So you detained two innocent women?"

Xera and Minerva looked at each other in surprise and then at the magistrate.

"My lord, I..." Ava started.

"No matter..." the magistrate cut her off with a raised hand. "Might I see your charter declaring your authority as a bounty hunter?"

Ava looked up, wide-eyed. "Charter...? My lord, I am an agent of the Holy Order of the White Rose. It's by the divine right of the Goddess of Justice that I..."

"That organization is not recognized in these lands, as it has no permanent presence here..."

"Oooooh, you're in trouble!" Minerva mocked with a lilting laugh.

"The sorceress is correct," the Magistrate said, "I cannot abide vigilante behavior in my borders."

"My lord, I..." Ava stuttered.

"As I understand it, your actions destroyed the dessert stand of noble Janson," the magistrate waved his hand.

Ava and the others looked back and a burly, middle aged man stepped forward from the crowd.

"Magistrate," Janson started, "She threw the orc back, right into my stall. Destroyed it along with my inventory for the day."

"A pity," the magistrate replied. "Janson's pastries are the best in the city. How do you intend to repay him, Lady Ava?"

Ava spun back around "I...my lord...I am a bit...light on coin at the moment. Meting out justice can be expensive work, and I have not yet received my month's stipend from the Order. I was hoping the orc's bounty could..."

"I think your armor will fetch sufficient recompense, vigilante..."

Gurka grinned. "Not so pious now, are you?"

"You have not escaped my judgment, orc."

Gurka fell silent and eyed the magistrate.

"Now," the old man said with a sigh as he leaned back in his chair and propped his head up on his fist. He watched the four young women in front of him for several moments. Ava bowed her head in deference, while the other three eyed him in defiance.

"Twenty four hours in the pillory for that one," The magistrate pointed at Ava. "Strip her of her armor and take it to the blacksmith. The funds will be used to rebuild Janson's stall."

Ava jumped to her feet. "My lord, I...hey!" she protested as two guards grabbed her arms.

Gurka suppressed a laugh and Xera smirked as the guards, four in all, wrestled the blonde warrior-priestess to the floor and removed the armor from her arms and legs. Her skimpy chest plate came last, exposing large, milky white tits to the entire chamber. Two of the guards then left the room, carrying her armor while the other two pulled her up and held her by her arms. A third guard removed her sword belt and shield and carried them away.

"Your weapon will be returned to you when your sentence is served, vigilante," the magistrate explained.

Ava stood with nothing on her but pristine white panties that barely covered a jiggling ass, simple, leather boots, and a bright red expression on her face.

"Have you anything to say in your defense?"

"I tried to save your backwards little town from that green menace!" Ava screamed and looked in Gurka's direction. "And this is how you repay me?! Oh, I hope you all suffer!" she growled.

"That isn't very saintly of you!" Gurka said with a mocking laugh. 

"You shut up, you ugly, overgrown brute!" Ava shot back, face bright red and a large vein throbbing on her forehead.

Gurka laughed and blew her a kiss.

"They're both just making this worse..." Xera commented.

"Definitely..." Minerva nodded.

"Captain, gag her and take her to the pillory," the magistrate ordered. 

A moment later, the captain of the town guard stuffed a piece of cloth in Ava's mouth and had to avoid her thick legs as she kicked at him. Ava's protest intensified to the point where she swung her restrained arms and managed to slam the two guards holding her arms into each other. Their heads collided and they staggered back, stunned.

A commotion went up from the crowd as Ava spit out the cloth. "Fuck you!" she spat at the magistrate. "Fuck all of you! And fuck your stall!" she said, turning to Janson. “I’m a hero and this is how you repay me?!” She jumped when the captain grabbed her, along with the two men who held her before. They braced themselves against her assault this time, and Ava had a harder time shaking them off, but refused to budge when they tried to force her to move.

Janson, a furious expression on his face at having his livelihood insulted, led a small contingent of townspeople in helping the guards. It took nearly eight men, but soon rough hands grabbed at every inch of Ava that they could find and the warrior-priestess was carried out on their shoulders kicking and screaming. Her curses filled the hall and the afternoon air in the space beyond the door.

The magistrate simply sighed and shook his head. "As for you, orc..."

Gurka shrugged her broad shoulders. "I've been in a pillory before."

"Good, because this will be the last time."

"What...?"

"You will be held in the pillory next to that foul mouthed vigilante while I send word to the capital for the executioner. You are hereby sentenced to beheading."

"Oh...fuck you, old man!"

Xera and Minerva simply looked at each other in stunned silence.

"Say something, you two!" Gurka barked at them.

"They cannot help you. In five days time, you will be joining whatever profane god it is you savages worship. The people of the town are free to visit the pillory and do whatever they wish in the meantime. It is so ordered."

Where it took eight men to subdue and carry Ava, it required a dozen for Gurka, right after she made an ill-fated lunge for the magistrate. She was pinned down, her muscular body writhing under the mob as they bound her ankles with rope and then lashed her to a pole to be carried out like an animal to slaughter. She cursed everyone in the room as she was carried out and a large number of townspeople followed, shouting insults back at the condemned orc.

Xera and Minerva just stared slack jawed as it happened, looked at each other, and then turned to the magistrate.

"You two must choose your traveling companions more wisely," he said to them. "Still, you have committed no crimes against my people, and I cannot hold you here."

Xera stepped forward. "You are harsh, but fair, magistrate. My remaining companion and I throw ourselves at your mercy,"  she said, taking a knee. She looked back at Minerva and slammed her elbow into her leg.

"Ow!" Minerva squeaked before taking the hint and dropping to one knee as well.

"I cannot hold you, but at the same time, I will not allow you to stay here knowing the company you keep." the magistrate explained. "Guards, these two are to be exiled at once and will face harsher punishment if they show their faces here again."

Before long, Xera and Minerva were surrounded by guards and led out of the hall.

The magistrate fixed his stare on Xera's ass, firm in its thong, as she was led away. "Oh, if were a younger man..." he said to himself.

***

Several hours passed, the moon was high, and much of the town had retired for the night. Ava shook a loose piece of lettuce from her hair while Gurka rapped her hands against the pillory's wooden surface in boredom, staring down at smashed tomatoes and other food that was thrown at her.

"Why haven't your friends come yet?" Ava asked.

"The Amazon and the sorceress? Why ask me? That old asshole may have thrown them in a cell for all I know."

"I'm gonna make sure I punch him in that stupid beard before I leave," she swore.

Gurka bellowed a laugh.

"I'll give him one for you too, for this ridiculous humiliation."

Gurka looked at her fellow prisoner and shook her head. "I appreciate the sentiment. But I'll be long gone before the executioner gets here. I just need to think of a plan."

"Don't think too hard, orc. That isn't your kind's strength."

Gurka glared and Ava smirked at her. "You say you're from the White Rose?" Gurka asked.

"That's right."

"Heh, I beat one of your kind up once. She challenged me, just like you. I knocked her out cold, took her armor and sold her ass to a brothel." 

Ava blinked for a moment. "Sister Fiona...that was you?!" She stared daggers and it was Gurka's turn to grin.

"Then I'll do the world a favor and put you down like the animal yo..." Ava began, but stopped when she heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Who's there?" Gurka asked when she heard them too.

"Just some admirers, ladies. Pay us no mind," a man's gruff voice answered. "Right boys?" Some laughs answered, three more men, by Gurka's count. She could smell the alcohol on them.

"What do you idiots want?" Ava asked. She gasped when a man stepped to her side and slapped her exposed tits. Another walked around in front of Ava, his cock at her eye level and hard enough that it threatened to punch a hole in the fabric of his pants. She tried to crane her neck to see his face, but could only see a gaudy, emerald ring he wore on his left ring finger as he undid his pants.

"You sons of whores have one chance to leave us," Gurka threatened. "Or we'll...mmph!" she was cut short, her voice now muffled.

"Or what?" the first man spoke, his cock now down Gurka's throat. Ava heard Gurka squeal as the fourth man got behind her and penetrated her vulnerable ass.

"Hey!" the man in front of Ava said, slapping her on the forehead with his hardened cock. "Eyes forward."

Her body jolted as the man behind her inserted himself in her ass as well, and when she gasped, the cock in front went down her throat as far as it could. She clenched her fists as she was penetrated from both ends, the motion causing her tits to swing back and forth. The man in front pulled her hair to force her down on him even more, and the one behind gripped her hips tight, slamming his pelvis into her as he continued penetrating her.

Ava looked out the corner of her eye and saw Gurka was in the same situation, helpless to do anything as these four faceless men ravaged them and congratulated themselves for doing so.

"Ah, this bitch is tight," the man behind Ava said while squeezing her ass cheeks. "Shame she's only here for a few days."

The man with his cock in Ava's mouth said nothing in reply, just kept his pace. Ava, despite herself, couldn't help but swallow it down. Her tongue lapped its length, tasting every inch as it slid in and out of her mouth, and her ass seemed to tighten around the cock behind her as she moaned and grunted with each thrust.

"You know, I thought this giant green bitch would fight us, but I think she likes it," one of the men with Gurka said.

"Her fucking war band slaughtered my cattle a few months back. Seems fitting I get to take it out on her ass," the other said.

"Well, pace yourself. We still got four days with this one before the headsman gets here from the capital. Might as well put her mouth to good use while we still can."

As Ava continued to get pounded from both ends, she felt her left knee buckle, and the man behind her noticed, laughing and slapping her hard on her exposed ass. He then picked up his pace, pounding the trapped knight harder and faster. The man with the cock down her throat seemed to pick up on the changed and matched his pace in kind. Ava could feel her own body tremble, sweat beading on her forehead as her thigh muscles convulsed and the walls of her pussy throbbed. Gurka's grunting and groaning did nothing but make it worse.

She then heard the orc gag and choke, a sign that the man at her head had come down her throat.

"You pussy," Gurka insulted him after spitting. The sound of a thick glob hit the floor of the platform. "Is that it?"

"Oh, I'm just getting started, girly."

Gurka then gagged again as the cock was shoved back into her mouth and Ava herself gasped as she felt herself being pushed closer to the edge.

"Hey," the man in front of her said. "I can pick these locks. What do you see we free this bitch and seed her?"

"NO!" Ava muffled in protest, cock going in and out of her mouth.

Moments passed, and the locks on Ava's pillory clicked. She then felt the weight of the upper half of the device lift off of her neck and wrists, the man behind her seized both of her wrists in his massive hand and held them in place on her back. His hips slapped against her bare, exposed ass, and her pussy grew wetter by the moment. The man with the cock in her mouth pulled himself out, groaning as he stroked his cock, slick with Ava's spit, and loosed on her face.

At the same time, the man in her ass shuddered, and Ava's own release between her legs came, the result splattering on the floor of the platform. She fell to her knees and her hands slipped in her own juices as she tried to collect herself. Her nipples were erect in the cool night air, and her arms trembled while she stared down, trying to focus while she caught her breath.

A rough hand then grabbed her curly, golden locks from behind and pulled her back so that she would lay down on the floor.

The man who forced his cock down her throat stood over her, his face obscured by the cloud covered moonlight as he stroked himself. His ring glinted in the light. The man who fucked her in the ass knelt at her head, one hand kneading her tits while the other fondled his own balls.  Ava turned to her left and saw Gurka still at the mercy of the other two men. She then looked at the men still standing over her, and her gaze was drawn to the dagger he wore on his belt. A smile crossed her face, and she spread her legs and beckoned him to come closer. 

III

"Do you have a spell that can make me look like someone else?" Xera asked Minerva without taking her eyes off the map of the town that she drew in the dirt with the end of a stick.

"Yeah," Minerva said, looking over Xera's shoulder. The moon was high in the sky and the two of them sat around a campfire in a small clearing about a mile outside of town. "It doesn't last long, though, so whatever you do, it has to be quick."

Xera nodded while drawing a road leading to the town. "Okay, here's what we'll do. We'll wait along the road for the executioner to ride past. When he does, I'll take him and tie him up somewhere, you make me look like him, and I'll ride in and get Gurka out."

"What do we do about that woman if she finds us again?" Minerva asked. "Do you think..."

Their attention then snapped up when they heard rustling, and both women were on their feet. Xera had her sword drawn and Minerva had her staff ready. They watched the bushes nearby.

"It's just us. Calm down," Gurka said, walking forward. Ava was behind her, her sword and shield in hand, and a long, oversized robe covering her body.

Xera lowered her sword and pointed it. "What is she doing here?"

Minerva blinked. "Is that the town magistrate's robe?"

Gurka looked back at Ava and then the others. "She helped me escape. She's coming with us."

Ava sighed and sat down by the fire. "What she said. The sooner we get away from these justice hating backwards morons, the better. I know a town not far from here where the people are much more civilized," she told them. She pulled a ring from the folds of her robe and looked at it. "I can sell this and buy some new armor, at least..."

Gurka sat next to her, stretched out, and lay down to sleep.

Xera looked at Minerva, who simply shrugged her narrow shoulders. Xera then rolled her eyes and took a seat by the fire.

The End