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“Get in.” The orc gave her a little shove with the
order.
Exhaling, Alyana obeyed. A small sconce lit with a
glowing crystal was the only illumination in the small room. The wagon had been
remodeled, no longer serving as living quarters, she noted. It was bare, but
for a high, padded bench boasting a number of restraints, a basin, a pitcher of
water, and a towel—for the orc to clean himself with once he finished, no doubt,
she decided, feeling more than a bit vexed. Gulping, she realized there was
also a selection of whips and canes lying on the floor on the other side of the
bench.
In no mood to be patient, the orc closed the door
behind him, then unfastened the strings of his breeches. “Get naked and bend
over that bench. And be quick about it. I’m eager to see you seeded.” With
that, he pushed his pants to the floor, stepped out of them.
His cock was already rock-hard and dripping fluid. The
sight of the thick, throbbing shaft, the widely flared crown, had Alyana frozen
in place, staring with horror and dread.
“You better do as you’re told and do it quick. I have
five more women to fuck tonight to test their holes. And two more virgins to
rid of their maidenheads. It’s been a long day, and it’ll be another long day
tomorrow. If you delay me, then delay me longer by having to punish you for
your disobedience, you’ll feel the full force of my anger in the thrashing
you’ll get.”
Closing her eyes, Alyana ignored her flaming cheeks as
she pulled her dress over her head, let it fall to the ground. It was beyond
mortifying to be such on display for a male. Even more mortifying was the fact
that despite her fear, her shame, her horror, her loins were beginning to
tingle once more. Knowing he would make good on the threat to thrash her, she
pried one lid back open, eyed the bench. It would be even more humiliating to drape
herself over that contraption as if offering herself to him.
Still, she forced herself closer to it, took another
breath. Then, dismissing all objections and shame from her mind, she slowly
lowered herself over it. The leather of the padding felt cool against her belly,
a stark contrast to the heated blush spread on her face. She clenched her teeth
when the orc gave her rump a sharp slap.
“Spread them legs wide, whore. I want to see that
pretty little cunt I’m about to fuck.”
Gods, why hadn’t her heart given out on the way here?
Alyana wondered as she forced her feet further apart. It would have been more
merciful than having to endure this humiliation. She tensed when rough,
calloused palms gripped her inner thighs, shoved them further apart.
“Wider. You serve one purpose now, so you better
present those holes whenever an orc bull is around and invite him to breed you.”
Releasing her, he secured her legs to the bench with leather straps around her
upper and lower thigh, then her ankles. Straightening, he took another look. “Ah,
that’s better.”
Obscene, that’s what it was, Alyana thought. She was
obscenely spread for him. She felt her pussy twitch with anticipation when his
finger slid between her folds, traced over her opening. To her dismay, she also
felt the tingle in her loins increase. Fear could cause one’s body to respond
in the most unusual ways, she once more noted.
The orc let out a chuckle. “That cunt can’t wait to
feel my cock. It’s winking at me already. Don’t worry. Now that I can see what
I’m getting, it won’t be much longer. Those inner and outer cunt lips are all
pouty and swollen already as well. I bet they’re yearning to slide over my
shaft.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” she grumbled, and heard
him laugh again.
Bending over her, he fastened another leather strap around her lower back, then her shoulders. “It seems you’re the one in denial, whore. Your cunt is soaking wet. That’s what a woman’s hole does when it craves a good fucking and seeding. It gets all nice and slick to allow a cock to thrust and gives off a scent that arouses the male. Your cunt might be virgin, but nature knows when there’s a dominant male around fit to breed it.”
His
short, flat-fronted cockhead prodded at her entrance when he reached down to
secure her wrists to the bench. “Your mind knows it as well, much as you try to
deny it. You might be afraid, but the urge to feel me covering you is much
greater.”
Snarling, Alyana tried to shake him off. An utterly
useless attempt, she knew, but the small act of defiance made her feel better. Furious
with her body’s absurd response, she ignored the throbbing in her clit, her
pussy’s little clenches in answer to the cockhead prodding at her entrance. It
was outrageous to think the orc might be right. She refused to so much as
acknowledge it. Her relief when the orc lifted his weight off her was short
lived. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw him pick up a cane.
A moment later, one huge hand mauled the flesh of her
butt. “Such creamy cheeks. Time to add a bit of crimson. You got lucky you did
as told when you did. So you won’t get a full thrashing. Still, the fact that
you made me order you twice two times in a row needs correcting.”
She heard the whoosh, felt the impact of the cane with
her butt cheeks a second before the sharp, stinging pain registered in her
mind. She bit back a scream when another lash landed below the first, leaving a
vicious red streak in its wake. The goblin had been gentle compared to what he
could have done, she realized, likely careful not to permanently mark the goods
he planned to sell. The orc had no such compunction. This wasn’t a mild
reminder of who was in charge, no simple firmer encouragement.
This was punishment.
Over and over, the cane bit into her flesh, until her
screams echoed out into the night, mingling with those of other slaves around
the camp. Until she was a sobbing, blabbering mess, ready to beg the orc for
forgiveness. Finally, he set the cane down, ran his hands back over her heated
ass.
“You’re lucky I’m in a hurry, slave. I have no
tolerance for disobedience or having to repeat myself.”
She hissed when his palm scraped over her raw skin,
then let out a yelp when he gave her burning, stinging butt cheeks another
harsh slap.
“Consider this a warning and do as told from now on.
Next time, I will see you properly punished, no matter how short on time I am.
Although,” he trailed off as he slipped his finger back between her folds, down
to the entrance of her pussy. “it seems it might not be much of a warning.
You’re still soaking wet. More so than before. Does pain excite you, slave?”
Shaking her head, Alyana wondered what person in their
right mind could possibly get excited by pain. The mere idea was outlandish.
Fear was simply confusing her body, the physical symptoms similar to an excited
rush. Still, if she was truly honest, there was part of her mind, a deep,
primal part, that did, indeed find the dominance of these males exciting. But
she had no intentions to be truly honest, given the predicament she was in.
The orc let out a grunt, gave her butt cheek another
swat. “It doesn’t matter. The trainers at (club) will see to it that you are
perfectly obedient, submissive, and disciplined, no matter what it takes.”
She watched him set down the cane, then he was back
behind her. A moment later, she felt the flat-fronted head of his cock poke at
her entrance once more.
“Time to give that hungry hole of yours what it craves
so much.”
She barely had time to tense before she felt her pussy
lips spreading as he pushed forward. Once more, she wondered if she would
survive this night. Biting her arm, she swore she wouldn’t give him the
satisfaction of hearing her scream again.
Then his flanks contracted, and he shoved forward with
one powerful stroke.
Despite her conviction, the scream tore from her
lungs. There was no stopping it. It felt as if her insides had been torn to
shreds. Her body snapped taut with such force, she was surprised she didn’t rip
out of the restraints holding her firmly in place. Futilely, her pussy struggled
to dislodge the orc’s cock, clenching and shoving at it with all its might.
Alyana could have sworn it was about the size of a tree trunk, throbbing
boiling hot against her tender walls, and reaching halfway to her stomach.
A series of short, gruff grunts issued from the orc’s
throat, his flanks quivered with contractions. “Your cunt is threatening to
snap my cock. That is one tight, tight hole you have, whore. Well worth the
coin I paid for it. I dare say it’s the tightest hole I’ve ever fucked. My
customers should be rather pleased.”
She would have kicked the brutish beast had she not
been restrained. Her hands curled into fists, and she wished they were free so
she could clock him. Huffing, blinking back tears of pain, she tried to shift
her hips a bit, to ease the immense pressure between her legs. It was of no
use. She was thoroughly impaled. Every small spasm of the orc’s flanks had the
massive shaft jerking and bucking, sliding slightly back and forth. Each
movement caused her screaming walls to give another painful shriek of protest.
Then he drew back.
The ridge of the cockhead’s crown was rather firm, she
realized with some alarm. It felt as if it was dragging her insides with it,
made her all the more aware of the slide of the cock through her aching pussy. She
gasped when it tugged at the sensitive nerves at her entrance. Then let out
another scream when the orc shoved forward again, forcing her walls to spread
wide around his girth again.
More tears sprang to her eyes when he repeated the
process, thrusting in and out of her tender pussy with ever-increasing speed
and force. Furious at being treated like this, she blinked them back, allowed
no more than little squeals and whimpers to break through her lips. No, she
would not survive this, she mused, if the pain was any indication. It didn’t
surprise her. Having seen these males’ endowments, she didn’t think any human
could. But at least she’d die with her head held high. Her pride demanded as
much.
She could only imagine the picture she made. Naked,
tied over a bench, obscenely spread around a massive, animalistic cock. Being
rutted by a primal brute who desired and enjoyed unspeakable perversions. Shame
and humiliation flooded her face with heat once more, but she firmly pushed the
useless feelings down. It was not as if she had offered herself to the beast
voluntarily.
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Yet nothing, nothing could have prepared her for the shock, the brutal stretch of his fast, rough, and unforgiving penetration.
The massive male’s powerful flanks surged forward, forcing the flaring head, the incredibly thick shaft, the swollen knot through her resisting muscles, sheathing himself to the hilt inside of her with one, long thrust. Rearing up, she tried to scoot forward, to escape the near unbearable stretch. But he tightened his grip, yanked her hips backwards against his groin. And his teeth sank into the back of her neck as he growled, pushed himself even further inside of her, making his point.
She was his. And she had no choice but to submit to him until he sated himself.
A flash of heat ignited in her pussy, despite the painful stinging in her walls. The thought of being so helpless, of being forced to endure this rutting excited her like nothing before. She had started this, and now she had no choice but to take it. Whatever primal instincts she, as a human, had were responding with pure feminine appreciation.
Breathing deeply, Kiri willed her muscles to relax while the Dhóror made a point of staying sheathed deep inside of her trembling pussy, forcing her to accept his dominant role. The stretch, excruciatingly painful a moment before, became more bearable, more arousing as her body slowly adjusted to his massive girth. The feel of the thick, exotic shaft pulsing and twitching inside of her had little shivers of excitement running down her spine.
Satisfied that she understood he was in charge, the Dhóror removed his teeth from her neck, slowly began to withdraw. The steadily swelling knot caught on her tight entrance, and she sucked in another breath as she felt her pussy open even further as it popped out.
Relieved that the widest part of him had left her, Kiri focused on the feel of the thorny protrusions encircling his shaft as they raked over her inner pleasure spot, the sensitive nerves around her entrance. In answer, her clit thrummed, leaving her utterly aroused. She let out a long, low moan when he paused with just the tip of his cockhead still inside of her, mildly flaring over and over against her inner walls. Suddenly eager for more, she wiggled her hips, tried to push back against him.
And his broad palm came down across her ass with a resounding smack.
The stinging sensation in her butt cheek shot straight to her loins. Biting her lip, she sucked in a breath, threw him an appreciative glance over her shoulder. She loved her partners like this—rough, hard, demanding. In control. There was nothing more exciting than a primal, dominant male. And this one was proving to be an exceptionally good example of one.
Excruciatingly slowly, he pushed back into her pussy, making her feel every inch of that hard, throbbing shaft, the pulsing, flaring head, the rings of flexible thorns. And, finally. . .
Kiri gasped once more as the hard, thickening knot popped back into her, stretching her pussy wider than it had ever been before. Already, it was pressing rather strongly against those sensitive nerves around her entrance. She could only imagine what it would feel like once it swelled to full size.
This time, the Dhóror bull paused only a moment before he started pulling back once more, a little faster, yet still slow enough to make her feel every ripple, every flare. Steadily, he began sliding in and out, slowly at first, letting the blunt head catch on her entrance, forcing the knot inside of her with every stroke.
It felt incredible, the stretch, the gentle scrape of the thorny protrusions, the pulsing, flaring head. The pop every time the knot moved in and out of her sent little shockwaves of pleasure radiating from her core. Soon, her entire body was buzzing until it felt like every part of her was a bundle of pleasurably tingling nerves.
And slowly let her legs fall wide open.
Heat flashed in his eyes, but it was the only outward sign he gave
that his body was responding. Still, Hattie continued, unperturbed. It would be
a long night in this cool, damp dungeon, and she planned on spending a good
amount of time enjoying herself—whether he cared to participate or not.
With the tips of her fingers, she traced a path from her knee up the
velvety flesh of her inner thigh, then gently caressed the outer lips of her
pussy. In no hurry, she simply teased herself for a while, determined to
prolong her pleasure as long as she could.
Folding his arms over his chest, the Largóri threw her one last
disdainful look, then turned his back to Hattie. Yet not before she caught a
glimpse of the growing bulge at the apex of his thighs. Chuckling, she brushed
off his dismissal with a shrug. Suited her fine. He had a rather nice
posterior, the globes of his butt high and firm in those tight breeches. And
the V shape of his strongly muscled back made for a rather arousing sight. It
would suit just fine to use for an inspiring view.
Just as the first tingles of excitement spread out from her heated
core, her so far rather pleasant session was interrupted by an unwelcome sound.
The key was turning the lock of the iron door that led to the corridor. Pulling
back her fingers, she rose, smoothed her skirt back down to cover her legs.
“More visitors, or are we being served dinner?” she joked as the door
swung open. Then decided definitely another prisoner when she watched a handful
of guards struggle with a huge Platoran male.
Related to trolls as well as orcs, he stood near seven feet tall and
was massively muscled. His thick skin was a mottled mixture of tan and gray and
acted like protective plating. Stunning jewel tones—blues, reds,
turquoises—highlighted the large, triangular crests of natural armor on the
outsides of his upper legs, arms, and shoulders. One of the more primitive
species of her world, Platorans could be brutish and short of temper, Hattie
knew. And this one seemed rather riled.
Flinching when he managed to break loose, and his fist shot out to
connect firmly with one of the guards’ noses, Hattie took a big step back from
the bars, just in case. She had no intentions of getting her own face
rearranged in the ensuing struggle to restrain him once more.
It was a rather impressive display of strength, Hattie mused as she
watched—that of the Platoran, not that of the guards, who were being tossed
around like sacks of flower. It brought the tingle right back to her loins,
although it ended much too soon for her liking. Still, the huge male,
apparently having decided he’d made his point, presented a rather exciting
sight. His muscles rippled with every breath he took as he stood there quietly,
allowing the guards to grab a hold of him once more.
One eyebrow quirked up in Hattie’s face when she saw two of the guards
step up to the Largóri’s cell next to her, unlock the door. Curious, she
wondered what they were up to. Surely, there were enough empty cells in this
dungeon to avoid double occupancy. When they ordered the elf related male to
face the back wall, shackled his wrists overhead, his ankles to the floor in a
near X position, her brow rose higher.
“I hear you don’t want to talk.” Narcus, Rainar’s head guard, stepped
into the cell, regarded the Largóri thoughtfully. “Let’s see if a night or two
with the Platoran won’t loosen your tongue. I should warn you, though,” he continued
after a pause. “Daxtor here hasn’t had an opportunity to release a load in a
long time. I’m sure he’s near desperate to ease the pressure.”
The huge male let out a low growl in response, and Narcus motioned for
the others to bring him forward. To Hattie’s surprise, the head guard brushed
his palm over Daxtor’s flank, then slid it lower to cup the Platoran’s balls
through his thin, linen breeches.
Grinning with a mixture of smugness and arousal, Narcus weighed,
caressed, then gently squeezed the large orbs. “Oh yes, those horse-sized balls
are nice and firm,” he addressed the Largóri over his shoulder. “Full enough to
be near bursting.”
My, my. Who knew? Hattie pursed her lips. Rainar’s headguard had a
thing for his own gender. That might explain the lousy tip he’d left her tavern
maid. It seemed his nose was recovering nicely from its encounter with Hattie’s
fist. Which was a shame. She would have preferred him to be reminded of minding
his manners every time he looked in a mirror. Well, she’d simply have to take a
harder swing next time.
Her eyes travelled back to the orc and troll relative. Even a mad
Platoran didn’t mind having his privates fondled, she noted as she watched his
flanks quiver at Narcus’ touch. Not even if the fondler was another male.
Perhaps, she should spend a night in the dungeon more often. So far tonight,
there’d been all sorts of interesting revelations she could file away for later
use.
The head guard’s face took on an almost regretful expression as he
released the Platoran’s balls. Turning, he stepped behind the chained up
Largóri. “I hear his kind will take any chance given to sate themselves. And it
seems you find yourself in a somewhat vulnerable position.” Reaching around the
Largóri’s waist, the head guard slowly unlaced the strings of the elf
relative’s tight leather breeches. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather have a
little chat with us?”
In answer, the Largóri merely turned his head, and gave him one of
those defiant, disdainful looks Hattie had received a few times already
tonight.
“Have it your way, then.” Narcus lifted his shoulders, let them drop.
Then yanked the Largóri’s pants down as far as they would go.
Hattie sucked in a breath at the sight of the exposed rump, firm and
muscular, covered in smooth, near-white skin. Then she let out an appreciative
whistle as she tilted her head to let her eyes wander around to his front.
Although no longer hard, he was every bit as remarkably endowed as the bulge
under his breeches had implied.
The head guard’s eyes glittered with arousal as he let his hands roam
over the elf relative’s ass. Grabbing a cheek in each hand, he slowly pried
them apart. His tongue darted out to moisten his lips when his eyes fell on the
tightly puckered rosebud. His own cock tented the front of his pants as he
leaned closer to the male. “Your hole seems nice and tight of yet. Are you
certain you don’t want to talk?”
In answer, the Largóri shook off Narcus’ hands. Remained perfectly
silent.
“Fine, then. Suit yourself.” Seemingly without a care in the world,
the head guard strolled out of the cell. “Release the Platoran,” he ordered.
The others quickly shuffled out, shut and locked the door behind them,
clearly relieved to find themselves safely separated from the massive male by a
sturdy set of bars.
“Enjoy your stay.” A knowing smirk curved Narcus’ lips as he addressed
the still rather agitated Platoran. “Feel free to indulge. I’m certain you will
find our hospitality more pleasurable than you’d thought. Let’s give them some
privacy,” he called over his shoulder as he made his way back to the corridor.
“Well, as much privacy as this place will afford. We’ll check back with the
Largóri in the morning to see if he’s willing to talk yet.”
The men’s laughter echoed around the room, then the heavy iron door
fell closed. A moment later, Hattie heard the telltale sound of the lock
clicking into place. More than a little surprised by this rather interesting
turn of events, she focused her attention back on the cell next to her.
ALTHOUGH ONLY A few inches taller than the Largóri, the primal Platoran was nearly twice his size in mass. Every inch of his body rippled with powerful, bulging muscles, his bone structure much sturdier than the long, lean built of elf relative.
The massive Platoran didn’t pay her any attention. A couple
of steps on long, heavily muscled legs brought him to stand right behind the
chained up Largóri. He placed one huge hand on each firm, white globe, ignored
the Largóri’s futile attempts to dislodge them. Then he pulled the pale butt
cheeks apart. His nostrils flared once more as he studied the tightly puckered
star nestling between them. The contractions in his flanks came almost steadily
now.
Hattie rather much enjoyed the rippling of his powerful
stomach muscles as his cock, fully hard, jumped and strained against the thin
fabric of his breeches. Well used to being ignored by now—it seemed to be the
theme of the evening—she returned to her cot, pulled up her skirts, then
settled down comfortably, spread her legs. She was determined to find her own
pleasure tonight, and this new development only made the visual stimulation
more appealing.
To her surprise, the Platoran tilted his head to look at
her. For a moment, it almost seemed as if his lips turned up in smile. Then he
nodded in acknowledgement and returned his focus to the firm butt in his hands.
Trailing a finger between the cheeks, he never paused before he pressed the
thick digit through the clenched rosebud and sunk it deep into the Largóri’s
ass.
The elf kin’s body tensed, and Hattie heard him suck in a
sharp breath. Yet, once more, he quickly recovered, refusing to show more than
the slightest sign of distress. She had to give him credit, she mused. His
control was truly impressive. If it was her rosebud on the line, she’d
certainly be squirming.
Apparently satisfied with what he felt, the Platoran removed
his finger as quickly as he’d shoved it in. A moment later, his breeches hit
the floor, and he stepped out of them, kicked them carelessly aside. It was
Hattie’s turn to draw in air as his cock sprang into view. Forgetting her
promise to take her time, she began to draw circles around her clit with a
fingertip as she took in the sight.
The Platoran’s cock was as massive as the rest of him, with a shaft of incredible girth. There was a row of triangular crests along the top, each about an inch wide at the base and half an inch high. They looked somewhat flexible from about mid-way up to their tips, but stood rigid like armor along their bases. Hattie had no doubt one would clearly feel them as they slid through tender flesh.
Another row of tiny crests lined the thick ridge on
the underside of his shaft, these definitely firm all the way through. But her
eyes were currently resting on the head of his cock as she absorbed the exotic
shape. It had a long, narrow tip, then widened quickly into a drastic flare.
The crown looked like a thick ring of muscle, much thicker yet than the already
sizeable shaft.
“If I was you, I’d change my mind about talking.” Hattie
threw an amused glance at the Largóri’s stern profile. “Otherwise, they’ll
likely hear you singing all the way up in the battlements in another minute or
two.”
In answer, the gorgeous white-skinned male merely shot her
another disdainful look.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Hattie shrugged it off, then
fluttered her finger over her clit when the Platoran grabbed the other man’s
hips. She couldn’t wait to watch him perform.
True to his more primal nature, the Platoran never grabbed his cock to line it up. His hands dug into the Largóri’s waist, holding him still while his loins contracted, probing, seeking out the target that would bring him release. Missing on the first few attempts, he simply adjusted the angle of his hips, tried again.
Then, suddenly, his flanks surged forward with
a powerful thrust, sheathing the thick cock to the hilt up the Largóri’s ass.
The strangled scream that broke through the elf relative’s lips left no doubt
that he was thoroughly impaled. Hattie’s own rosebud twitched in sympathy at
the violent penetration.
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