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The Scullery Maid dragged herself to the door and stumbled to the only place she felt at home, and soon found herself at the door to Thor's uniform stall… The Scullery Maid shuffled softly through the stall door, closing it behind her. Through a haze of tears, she dimly saw his sleeping form on his cot, and she sidled across the room and stood over him. He was so big! He didn't look so huge next to Prince in the courtyard, but here with her alone in the stall without even the most basic defensive tools, his dangerous muscled arms looked even stronger than they did during the day. She had a moment of clarity, and her blood ran cold as she realized the danger she was in. She readied herself to softly step towards the door, when she saw his eyes snap open, and she knew it was too late. In her hopeless daze she just stood frozen, and a new flood of tears flowed silently down her face. Again, realized: she just didn't care what happened next… But Thor sat up, and made the little grunting noise he so often made when things happened that he just didn't understand, and he reached a hand out slowly to touch the tears on her cheek. “In the meantime—” he slipped his arm around her shoulders and turned her for his conversational companion to see “—I want to show you off.” It might sound stupid, but please don't laugh at me, or get mad. I never go there, not since what happened, that one… STUPID fucking night. I wanted the same uniform thing. Uh!... “Yes, Kelly…rolling…” She throws open the curtains and the neighbor Hardcore across the street is at the mailbox, back turned to her house, but standing there as the curtains fall closed. And then the bathroom door opened and a wedge of light pierced her black world. She felt so dirty, so used, as the soldier’s cum filled up her cunt, but the need to survive urged her on to the next cock. 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