Orc Attack! (Patreon)

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This one is an extreme domination/non-con story where a bunch of orcs find a carriage in the woods, with a prince and his youthful bodyguard by his side.... Please don't go for this one expecting a lot of romance! Thanks again to everyone for supporting the patreon.

    Enjoy! - TSG123 x

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Fog hung over the dirt path, thick enough it was almost solid as the carriage moved through it.

Erin peered out from between silk curtains, thin blond brows creeping upwards towards a river of gold hair that flowed all the way down his back, ending at the top of his peachy buttocks. Many said (in hushed whispers), that he was so pretty, with blue, glassy eyes and spotless white skin, that his mother must have secretly laid with an elf. Of course his complete lack of physical prowess, strength or dexterity put paid to the rumour.

He observed the dark greens and browns of the land as it crept by.

What he saw did not inspire confidence.

Trees and shrubs lined the sides of the path, each one of them half-visible in the gloom. Every gap seemed to sink away into darkness, containing the possibility of danger.

Anyone… or any-thing, could be hiding a stone’s throw away.

Clip-clop

The gentle cantering of the hooves intermingled with the occasional chirp of a bird, or the rustle of something nearby. Erin started at each sound, shifting restlessly on the purple pillows surrounding him.

“Relax,” drawled the figure opposite.

“S-sorry..”

He tried to put on a smile, observing his friend and bodyguard, Dumon, who was languishing with a wide-brimmed hat resting over his face.

Oh what he wouldn’t give for such a tall, athletic frame! Such style, clad in embroidered pink silk. His doublet had wide ruffs around his neck and wrists, and his midnight black moustache was twizzled and arrow-straight.

It calmed Erin having his compatriot by his side, being a mere waif by comparison, his own limbs lithe, hands perfectly formed for painting and playing instruments rather than wielding a blade.

The carriage continued on, bumping over stones and ditches, and Erin tried his best to daydream or perhaps ponder what song he would learn on the harp, but it was impossible when the forest made his nerves scream at every rustle in the undergrowth, every chirp or snap of twigs.

Crunch

He fingered the purple cloak around him, and although it provided comfort it immediately reminded him of the terrible things that might happen to him if any captors recognised him as royalty. The young man tried his best to shrink further into his seat.

All of a sudden the cart ground to a halt.

He grabbed the ledge of the window, searching wildly along the treeline.

“D-driver?!!”

After a palpitating few seconds, a voice called out.

“Just takin’ a leak my Prince!”

Erin gasped in relief as a scrappily dressed man jumped down from the driver’s seat and wandered off, rustling past the treeline.

“Ah that’s… that’s…. oh my….”

A few seconds passed as the man’s footsteps faded, and Erin perched his bottom back on the edge of his seat.

“I-Is it safe to stop in the forest???!”

Dumon grinned under his hat.

“Come now, did I not tell you to calm down?”

Erin’s imagination was already flooding full of all the stories… dragons… spiders… undead…?!

“I-I’m SORRY, Dumon… it’s just that… well you know, I don’t travel well…!”

“Nothing’ll happen if I’m here with you, so relax child… play me some music whilst I rest.”

He nodded, trying not to show the sting of being called child. Eighteen was most certainly old enough to be considered a man in their culture, and Dumon himself was a mere twenty-one.

Nonetheless a harp was produced, and he pressed his fingers across the silver strings, feeling the tautness of them, the texture of delicate metal that he loved more than any other. He began to play, or rather, he gave himself over to the instrument, and soft music began to resonate in the air, mingling with the choir of noises outside to form a pretty symphony of nature and man.

“Ahhhh….”

Dumon leaned back, enjoying the music.

For the first time since the beginning of the trip, Erin relaxed. It was almost like being back at the castle.

For a while, they waited, whiling away the time.

Erin let out a tiny smile, swaying slightly as he played.

As he was approaching the end of his second song, Dumon raised his hat.

“I say…. How long ago did the driver leave us?”

Erin paused his playing, shaking his head as if coming out of a trance.

“Ahm… perhaps a quarter-hour ago?”

“A quarter-hour….”

He peeled his eyes, and suddenly Erin came to the same realisation as his companion had.

The driver hadn’t come back.

“I had better check him…”

“What?!! Don’t leave me!!!” squealed Erin, making to pull the man back, but Dumon brushed him off, irritated.

“Stay QUIET, I will not go far, remain here.”

His worst fears were coming true. They were all going to die!… or be tortured!….

Large, emotive eyes glazed over, and he watched his bodyguard stepping out of the carriage, hand on the hilt of his sword. The man took a few paces to the side of the road, and then began to disappear into the jungle, swallowed whole.

Ice went up Erin’s spine as the man’s silhouette was lost behind a collection of grey, lifeless rocks. Just as lifeless as the driver probably looked like right now. Oh what a tragic end they would all meet!

Erin began to fret as the silence lengthened, shaking whilst attempting to talk his own nerves down.

“Remember what D-Dumon said… I’m safe here… I’m just overreacting…a-as usual.”

Trembling fingers attempted to pluck at the harp but they could not place themselves correctly under such stress.

Perhaps a light whistle would relax him?

He tried, but his lips had gone dry.

For what seemed like an age, Dumon remained absent, but he appeared mere moments later, Erin whinnying as the worst seemed to have passed for now.

“No sign of him.”

“But….”

“He’s probably just lost…. Let’s hold up for a moment, I will fire into the air.”

Erin’s eyes widened.

“W-WHA-!”

But it was too late, the man already raising his pistol to the sky.

BOOM

A flock of birds shattered through the trees, heading skywards, one of the horses neighing in fright. The silence that followed was deafening.

“We’ll see if he finds his way back,” said Dumon idly.

“A-are you sure that was a good id-“

“I’m sure!” he snapped.

“Ah… sorry…”

“You know Erin, I am SICK and TIRED of your whining….!”

“I…”

The man stopped himself, breathing in heavily and then letting it out, slowly.

“…My Prince… I apologise… I know you are not of a manly disposition… Ah.. that is to say, you show your manliness in a different way.”

His moustache twitched, as if it was holding something back.

“……and I should not be so heavy with you. Heaven forbid you wet your trousers…”

Erin blurted out, “I-I was only sixteen then!!”

A momentary look of disgust came across Dumon’s face.

“…Indeed… Now rest.”

The hat was back covering his face, and Erin waited balefully to see if the man would utter anything further, before perching on his seat.

Now that the birds had gone, the forest sounded eerily silent and unnatural.

He rolled his hair in his hands as he would oft do when he was nervous, and gazed out of the window.

Then one of the trees moved.

“Wha-!”

He blinked and the forest was stationary.

Erin’s eyes peeled, suddenly hyper-focused on the undergrowth, the shadows condensing into imaginary forms that seemed unusually solid as the squeak of a mouse or rat nearby made him jump.

“-oh!”

“Do calm down, silly boy,” Dumon muttered, not even lifting his hat.

“B… but I think I saw…!”

“You saw nothing.”

“Right… Sorry…”

Then a rustle came from somewhere in the undergrowth.

Erin sat up a little higher, and stared straight into the darkness… and the darkness stirred. Something bigger than a man.

Prince Erin’s heart froze into a solid block of ice.

The thing was creeping through the leaves, its movements so slow it almost could have been passed off as his imagination… until it emerged through the treeline.

Muscular limbs, a frame two heads higher than a full-grown man, and pretty, yet aggressive features.

This was no false alarm, nor was it a mythical story. This, was a very real, full-grown, battle-hardened orc warrior.

She was huge, as tall as the carriage, a green-skinned giant of the same shade as summer grass, pelts around her waist and a bust which still showed a frankly obscene amount of cleavage, each breast the size of a small barrel. Her jaw was angled, small tusks jutting from her bottom lip, with her hair platted in a long black braid which hung down to the small of her back.

Erin couldn’t breathe. His throat had closed. Sweat dappled his temple as he watched her sniff the air, and carefully eye the carriage, then the horses, then around herself.

In her right hand was an axe that looked like it could cleave a horse in two, hefted by an arm thicker than his thighs. Wide hips and hands which looked large enough to snap a human male in half completed the ensemble, alongside two rows of plate-like abdominals which seemed to be hewn from the stone of a mountain.

Erin let out a squeak, trembling as two more shapes emerged beside her.

‘Ohnoohnoohno..’

Five.

Eight.

In total, ten orcs, all female, emerged from the undergrowth, many tattooed with battle scars and an assortment of unsettlingly well-used weapons. They crept towards the carriage, and began encircling it.

“D-Dumon…” Erin whispered, barely able to part his lips.

“Shhhh.”

“DUMON,” he hissed, trembling, and when the man didn’t budge, he grabbed the man’s knee, digging his nails in.

“WHAT in hell’s-!”

Dumon bucked up, enraged, hat falling to the floor with his hand raised, before seeing the utter horror in his prince’s eyes. He turned his gaze outwards, and his hand lowered.

The blood drained from his face, leaving a pale imitation of the proud man that had existed a few moments earlier.

“Oh….”

They were huge, and looked terrifyingly physical.

Some of the orcs were carrying axes, others spears, but even without, they would have looked deadly, muscular frames rippling with every step. Their slightly drooping brows were furrowed, and they looked aggressive, on the verge of violence at the slightest hint of trouble, sniffing the air. Erin noticed their armpit hair was visible in matted clumps as they hefted their weapons.

‘Oh no… oh on ohno ohno…..’’

The orcs began smirking upon seeing the lone carriage, relaxing and twirling their weapons with ease, muttering something in a gruff, guttural language, and the first one, who appeared to be the leader, was gesturing to the others to circle around.

Erin couldn’t consider anything other than that they were doomed, doomed to die on this day.

“I-I’m sorry Dumon…  we’re going to die!… I-I should have… I….”

Dumon’s face however managed to regain some of its colour as he furrowed his brow.

“…. Nonsense. Don’t fear young prince….. I… I will face them! They will scatter under intimidation…. Cowards the lot of them, no doubt…”

He puffed his chest, grabbed his hat and settled it back at a jaunty angle on his head, and even managed to furnish Erin with a roguish wink.

“Worry not young Princeling, we will see this day through!”

A glimmer of confidence rose within Erin, and by the time Dumon stepped clear of the carriage, he was watching in awe as his bodyguard and closest ally stepped out with a smile. The man’s figure was slim and athletic, and look completely at odds to the brutish muscles and physiques ahead of him.

“LISTEN HERE, YOU DIRTY, WORTHLESS CRETINS!”

The orcs all whipped to face the intruder, the metallic scrape of his rapier being drawn from his scabbard loud in the clearing.

“YOU WILL NOT PLACE YOUR DISGUSTING HANDS ON THE KING’S PROPERTY, SO AWAY WITH YOU, VERMIN!”

The orcs regarded the man warily, some continuing to fan out and encircle the carriage. Erin shrank into the shadows as some of the orcs edged around close to the carriage, surrounding Dumon.

‘Please don’t look inside….’

He continued to keep his head poked up over the lip of the cabin window, hidden by the curtains, entranced. He had always loved fairy tales and stories of heroes…. Now Dumon was going to take on a whole band of filthy orcs single handed! It was as if the great and mythical knights of old had risen up out of the pages!

“No? You do not wish to face me?! Then flee foul creatures!”

Hope flooded through Erin’s chest as he watched the bravest man he had ever seen stroll side-to-side with his sword pointed at the nearest opponents, each of them easily two heads taller than him.

‘A true hero.’

The lead orc looked him up and down and, after carefully eyeing the way he proffered his sword ahead of him, lowered her weapon to her side, chuckling, the sound guttural and harsh like a dull blade being sharpened.

“Mmmm… hows about, ya let the sword down pretty-boy, n’ you gimme a kiss.”

Dumon recoiled.

“What?! N…..NEVER!”

“…. If ya don’t… Ya suck all my girl’s cocks ‘nstead,” she said, gesturing to the rest of her party.

At this Dumon became a little unsteady, his mouth opening and closing like a fish as he suddenly became truly aware of how many yellow eyes rested on him. The figures seemed as implacable as the trees, and just as numerous.

“I’m sorry… C… cocks…?”

Erin’s eyes crawled down to their waists… but their crotches were hidden by pelts.

‘Orc females have cocks?’

Dumon was clearly thinking the same thing as Erin, eying the pelts with renewed fear, but then set his jaw and resumed pacing.

“Ah… I will NEVER… To the DEATH!”

He brandished his sword once more, although it now tremored in his hand.

Erin took in a long breath, spellbound. What a true warrior Dumon was… He would make sure that if he died heroically, and Erin lived to tell the tale, songs would be sung about his friend, Dumon the brave!

He could almost imagine the first few lines….

‘Dumon the brave, a man of heart, who gaily fought the pack…. He took up his sword and fought the beasts, who evilly attacked!…..’

The leader grinned, then turned to the closest of her pack, and jerked her head.

CLANG

A single orc moved with a speed so unnatural and frightening that Dumon didn’t even have time to step as the sword was ripped from his hand by a ferocious axe swing.

Erin felt pure panic settle in, his body shaking as Dumon’s gloved fingers clutched the air where his weapon had been but a second earlier, before twisting to where it hit the dirt.

“O-OH-”

He dived in an awkward lunge for it, but the taller orc anticipated him and easily kicked it clear. Dumon fell to the floor, on his hands and knees in front of the orc, terror now written across his face. Then the other orc, wider and squatter, was coming up beside him as he tried to scramble after it.

“Wait no… W-WAIT IN FACT-… PERHAPS WE SHOULD TALK… ACTUALLY I-I SURRENDER…WAIITT!!!”

The two figures converged on him, and pathetic cries came in total antithesis to his earlier declarations as their shadows fell across him, Erin watching on aghast as the man instantly began to grovel whilst huge hands ripped at his clothing.

“I-… LET US DISCUSS THIS…!!!”

The taller orc had a shaved head and bulging, rippling muscles latticed across her body and the shorter one  was even heavier-set, a thick wall of power, sporting dark hair which flowed down one side of her face. They both possessed small tusks jutting out between thick lips and huge breasts barely concealed by pelts.

Their work was quick and efficient, the sounds of fine pink silks and garments being torn apart slicing through the air, and when they had finished Dumon was cowering on the floor, naked as the day he was born, his clothes shredded around him.

Erin’s mouth opened and closed it like a fish, his heart sunk like a stone thrown into the centre of a black lake. Dumon hadn’t even managed a token note of resistance.

He whimpered in the street like a stray dog.

“Raise yer hands,” the first orc said.

Erin watched on as Dumon paused, before any trace of his pride left, and he slowly raised his arms above his head, shaking, defeated.

A rather pretty penis was revealed, trying to hide, four inches soft with no pubic hair whatsoever around it, shaven perfectly clear.

The sight of Dumon quivering naked in the dirt seemed to tickle the orc to no end. Erin tried to swallow down the lump of terror in his throat, so thick he could barely breathe, but he couldn’t look away.

“Ha! Did ya leave the rest of it in yer fancy castle?”

This was not how the fine tails of honour and glory went, Erin’s eyes tearing up, his legs no longer working as he slid to the floor of the carriage, keeping his gaze just past the ledge.

She turned her head to the leader, as if asking permission.

The braided orc nodded, grinning.

“Enjoy ‘im Tryx.”

The orc seemed to grow excited, and the others seemed to share her feeling, weapons sheathed or in many cases dropped to the floor.

Then their pelts were lowered.

Erin swallowed a scream, blood rushing through his temple.

“Hn!”

Thick, drooping cocks were unveiled one-by-one, patting the thighs of the orcs as they grinned and chuckled. Each one looked almost eye-wateringly masculine, veins throbbing up the sides with bushels of pubic hair sprouting from the bases. One of the cocks, as big as Erin’s forearm, had already begun rising, and was drooling cum over the forest floor from a huge, ugly mushroomed head.

‘They’re leaking…’

The substance looked thick and viscous like off-white honey.

Dumon watched each giant appendage as they were revealed, and the blood drained from his face. He seemed to crumple into a smaller ball, perhaps hoping he might be forgotten or ignored if he tried to hide. From being a cocky, brave man, the figure now cowered behind what seemed like quite effeminate hands, stuttering as his voice came out much higher than it had previously.

“I-I surrender…. P-Please I-I’ll be your prisoner…..!”

Tryx, the shaven-headed orc,  advanced on him, her cock hardening into a big, green, pulsing spear-shaft, the vein running down the shaft all the way to the base pulsing, and Dumon began to crawl away from her.

“You’ll be more n’ that…”

“W-wait, S-SPARE ME…. THERE’S A PRINCE, I CAN TAKE HIM TO YOU-!”

He pointed to the carriage wildly.

“Sure there is,” chuckled the braided leader as she watched the man crawling away from her fellow tribeswoman, trying to scrabble to his feet.

It only gave Tryx easier access, striding forwards and grabbing his hips, before lining herself up squarely.

Dumon looked over his shoulder in horror.

“NO-N-… HE’S THERE, HE’S JUST THERE!!!“

Dumon began to gesture frantically at the carriage, and Erin’s whole body went rigid with shock, terrified of ducking down in case any slight movement might give him away.

‘He gave me up.’

“THERE, YOU CAN SEE…..!”

Erin couldn’t move, but not a single orc looked his way, too busy enjoying the show.

All the while his brain turned over and over what was occurring. His loyal companion… his ‘guardian’… had sold him out.

The orcs watched eagerly as Tryx spat a huge glob of saliva onto her cock and began spreading it, whilst the shorter one grabbed Dumon’s arms and held him fast.

“Ey, I think if we look ‘ard enough.. maybe we’ll find a prince hidin’ in ‘ere….’

“W-what are you?!… oh… nonono….”

A huge member patted against Dumon’s buttocks and began to ooze warm seed onto his globes, icing them like the hot desserts served back at the castle. Erin couldn’t help thinking that his bottom almost looked ready to serve whilst glazed in the orc’s copious cock-spurts.

“N-no not ….he’s in the CARRIAGE, if you j-!… N-NO YOU CAN’T!!!!”

Erin’s mouth dropped open as the tall orc pushed the leaky, mushroomed head of her cock in between Dumon’s shining cheeks, parting them as if it were a crowd being eased aside by a royal procession.

“NO-NO-NO, I-I’M A SERVANT OF THE KING, UHNN…YOU C-CANNOT-!!!!!!”

He screamed, attempting to flail his arms and legs.

The second orc held him tight.

“Hhn..” she grunted, smiling.

Tryx shoved forwards and hit a butthole cinched so tight that her wet, shiny mushroom simply splatted against his ring, the man beneath her shaking violently.

“NNNUUuhh…YOU CAN’T….. I-IT WON’T FIT!!!! IT WON’T-”

Erin had to agree that it most certainly wouldn’t. The proportions were surely not within human capabilities, Dumon shaking with fear as the orc looked down in frustration, scrunching her hawkish face up.

“-FIT… IT won’t fit… i-it… hHHHUHHhh-“

Hope blossomed in his chest that Dumon, despite his bravery deserting him, might simply be allowed to escape by luck of being incompatible with such monstrous equipment.

The orcs seemed to think differently.

“OOOhh e’s tight,” grunted Tryx.

“Well you know wot needs to ‘appen….. push ‘arder then!” grinned the shorter orc.

The orc rippled, and settled herself, before squeezing the man’s hips and shoving herself more forcefully into him.

“HRG!”

“UUunnooouuhh-!”

“Surely she can’t…” whispered Erin, wondering if Dumon’s anus would prevent her. It didn’t seem possible that something so big would fit into such a tight hole.

The man attempted to flail again, and then his mouth dropped wide open, flecks of spit flying from his mouth as he crowed to whoever might listen.

“Nnn….Noooo- “NNNOOOOOooUUUUU-

Tryx’s hips jumped forwards an inch, and Dumon’s whole body went taut.

“UUUGGGGGUHHHH!!!!!!”

The high-pitched screech cut through the gentle forest atmosphere as the head of Tryx’s cock popped through the rim of the man’s anus.

Dumon froze, his scream echoing in the clearing, eyes bulging as the impossibly wide head plugged his butthole, anal rim surely spread wider then it had ever been before.

Erin had his own mouth agape in his own silent scream, staring as Dumon managed to regain some sort of limb function, quivering as he tried to pull himself off the female who gave a toothy grin, before continuing to press her hips forward.

“NNNNUUHHHGG!!!”

Tryx’s thick shaft began to slide into his anus with a thick squelch.

SCHLLLICK

“Oohhh yuuhh…I’m gettin’ in!”

“O-OOHHH… hHNNNhhhuuttHE GODS OF MERCY STOPPUUHH…!!!”

The man looked like he was possessed, eyeballs bulging like they were about to pop out of his face as the orc began to force-feed his asshole crotch-meat, arms and legs waggling in the other orc’s grip as his internal organs were pushed aside to make space for the beast-cock ploughing towards his centre, ordinary speech crumbling as unbidden sounds of pain and humiliation began to emanate from moist lips as he struggled wildly.

“UUUHGHNNUHHHPPLLLUHHHHH!”

Schhhliiick

“UUH…MMUHnnuuhhh….UUUHHHN….!”

The orc grunted, obviously enjoying the feeling of a young man’s anus clutching her protuberance as her cheek twitched, hands cupping the constantly tensing and untensing ass in front of her like it was a delicacy, spreading the cheeks wide.

“Ohhhh ‘e likes it…”

“NNNHHUHHHHOOOoouhhhhhh!!!” Dumon screamed, his back twitching as he tried to un-penetrate himself, attempting to push his way out.

“Can we both fuck ‘im,” called the disgruntled orc who held his shaking arms easily.

“Let ‘im learn first… then e’ll want all ye can give ‘im,” grunted the leader, who out of all of them, had kept her own pelt on, surveying the scene with a sharp expression.

Erin had lost all feeling in his limbs, numb as he watched the young gentleman Dumon writhing in the dirt, being savagely plugged by a monster’s cock halfway inside his butthole.

It was beyond ignominy. It was blackening his very soul.

The man himself looked like he was feeling every single ridge of the engorged womanhood pulsing against his insides, cheek spasming whenever she adjusted her cock to slide across a different part of his anal wall, and the cool air of the evening flitting over his distended crack must only have added to the invasiveness of the ceremony. Dumon clawed and pulled at the thick arms holding him like a wild animal, his lips shuddering, drool leaking from his open mouth. Then his body clenched again as three more insanely girthy inches pushed into his butthole.

“UHN-N-NO-UHHNNNNNNOOOuhhhhhhh…. E-erin help me.. heLPPUUHHHHHHH-!!!!!“

Erin felt a stab of terror and sorrow, but remained frozen, watching him struggle as the flailing limbs grew weak, the cries more pathetic.

‘He wants me to save him?… but what can I do?... I am no soldier!’

The cowardice with which Erin had been branded with his whole life (and which he very much lived up to) showed itself in that moment. He could never go out there if it meant coming face to face with beasts like these. He could barely defend himself against the milk maid’s teasing.

Still the penis went deeper.

It reached a point where the young man was wheezing, shaking as his torso became more and more impaled by a body-destroying phallus, his attempts to escape laughably feeble, trying to pull away with movements which weren’t quite being directed right, easily curtailed by the short orc who was smirking.

Erin’s skin crawled as he saw the man’s belly beginning to push outwards, able to see the exact trajectory the cock was taking through his insides. His stomach was beginning to bulge.

‘It’s so wrong….’

The tall orc took the opportunity to pull his hair, and then landed a plumb spank on his ass.

PHWAP

“..Auihh!!!”

Dumon cried out as the creature he had become moaned, what was left of the dashing young man blubbering, shaking, trying to meekly kick off the woman’s tree-trunk legs as the gigantic cock pressed deep into his body, steered by his now-unkempt hair onto the end of a thick, green veiny spear.

Prince Erin’s eyes teared up alongside his companion’s, watching a man who could no longer find strength, slipping and falling to the dirt, and he mewled as the cock nearly ended its journey.

“By the Gods of Mercy, p-protect him” murmured Erin, trails running down his cheeks as the last few inches of shaft disappeared inside the man’s body, and the orc’s hips squeezed themselves against the man’s pert rear-end.

“HN!”

Dumon looked so shocked with the giant figure’s cock snug in his body that Erin had to look away from stark lines of a face stuck in suspended disbelief, wide eyes twitching as an alien vessel pulsed and throbbed against his insides.

“HHUn… HHHuhHH…..”

The short orc released his sides, leaving him on his knees in a female dog’s mating position, impaled on the formidable womanhood of the orc who bristled, grinning, stroking the boy’s back.

Dumon brought a trembling hand to clutch his belly where the sea-monster had made its home as a massive hand massaged his back muscles. The heat of the orc’s body was higher than a human’s, and the heat spread through his insides as his anus quivered, tightening subconsciously around the base.

“Un.…. W-what… HNNNnnnn!….”

The orc shivered with pleasure, and slapped his ass again. The noise in response was a sort of choked cry, like a toddler being disciplined.

SMACK

“HUCKuUHH!”

“Mmm… ripe‘n ready…”

The orc grabbed him solidly by the hips, grabbing onto some rather helpful love handles, and fucked him with one powerful, earth-shaking stroke.

PWAP!!

“GUH-!”

Dumon couldn’t even get a scream fully out of his body, the breath punched from his lungs as a foreign, throbbing vessel stole every last scrap of his insides, rearranging his internal organs.

PWAP!!

Erin jerked back in horror as the small frame of his bodyguard was rocked by a slam of the orc’s hips on his rear-end, pumping her insanely large glute muscles to punch her shaft to his core. The man rocked on his knees.

“UH-….”

Dumon’s mouth was a deep, endless hole; a silent scream that wasn’t closing, eyelids twitching as a huge object occupied his very soul, throbbing brutally, and something hot and wet spurted in his core.

FWAP!!

The orcs sniggered, and in some cases began to chug their heavy sticks between their fingers, watching as the young man’s pretty body was jerked forwards and back by the muscular figure leaning over it, cheeks clinging unwillingly to the pipe bulling its way between them, another effeminate squeal escaping the man’s mouth.

“AAIIUUGHhh!!”

“Oooh ‘e looks nice n’tight!”

“GHN- feels ev’n better..” moaned Tryx, carefully lining up for another thrust as Dumon tried to pull himself away, scrabbling in the dirt with weak fingers.

“GRAH!”

FWAP!!

“UHNNUHHHhhh!!!!”

His face was ploughed into the road, dust covering it as he gripped the ground, ass raised.

The unfortunate position allowed an even deeper union on the next thrust, one Tryx gladly accepted.

“GRUHH!”

FWWWAP!

“MPHHHHH!!!”

FWAP!

“GGHmph-!….”

Dumon bleated into the ground, his sodden moans of humiliation muffled by dirt.

“Grr tasty lil’ slut!”

He tried to pull himself up on shaking limbs but it was of no use, because the hands clamped to his hips were cast from steel, and gripped him tight enough to make him whimper.

“HUUHHHGG…”

FWAP!!

Erin was sweating, adrenaline surging through his limbs as he grabbed a pillow and clutched it, watching Dumon grovel and spasm under each brutal ramming of his anus, the orc taking no prisoners, ecstasy written across her features as she slid a hand up Dumon’s back and settled it around his neck, showing her complete control of the situation.

A few small, sharp strokes had Dumon convulsing.

pwap-pwap-pwap-pwap

“UUhhhh…. OHHhhhh s-stuuhhhp… nnnnUHH…UUHNFUCKKUUGH!!!…..”

Then the orc cricked her neck, and bent over Dumon, planting her feet behind him and raising up so she had unfettered access to his open anus.

“W…wait-! WAIT….huh….uhohh….!”“

The man’s sob was met with a hideous groan of anticipation from the orc above him.

“I-if you’ll just…”

The orc pulled Dumon onto a thrust so hard his soul almost left his body.

THWWWWWWWAAP!!!!!

The hip slap echoed three times in the clearing.

“AAAAIIIIIUNNNNUUHH!!!”

Dumon’s weird scream echoed even longer. It hadn’t sounded painful though. It had sounded.. deeper?

Terror gripped Erin as the man’s body juddered under such a heavy blow. The orc switched from merely pushing her penis into Dumon’s bottom to slamming it in with utter malice, the man’s head snapped forwards as he was impaled by a cock so hard and fast it was like it had been fired by a ballista, entered with inhuman strength and speed.

THWWWWAPPPPP!

“AAAIIGHHHH!!!”

The man’s moans, for they were indeed moans, were so high-pitched they sounded like a woodland creature’s mating call as he was suddenly being fucked so hard that his whole body was being launched forwards, only kept in place by Tryx holding him fast as she roared with malicious glee.

“RAAAHAHhahah Mmm e’s HN a Goodun!”

The orcs roared their approval, any remaining birds fleeing from the surrounding forest as they revelled in the breaking of their pretty captive.

CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP

“UUGUHGHH!-uh-uhn!-uhn-UH!-UH-UH!-UHNNN-”

Ten pummelling thrusts in row were so violent that Erin gasped as Dumon’s body was shaken like a sock puppet.

One of the orcs looked up.

He ducked down behind the door, trembling.

‘Did they see me!?....’

Had any of the orcs been observing the carriage?

FWAP!

“YUUGHHHHUUGHHHHHH!!!”

As the seconds passed, it seemed like they had not, and for a moment his senses honed down purely to the noises drifting into the carriage, the hip smacks, grunts and screams of a broken Dumon enough to feel like it was inside his head.

‘What is she doing to him…. That doesn’t sound right… he sounds like he’s..?… but he can’t be…’

FWAP!!.... FWAP!!.... FWAP!!

“UGHHH….UGHHHH… W-W-UGHHHHH!”

The sounds of their balls slapping together were so clear that he could almost feel the giant green testicles swinging into Dumon’s defenceless grapes, like a mace pounding against soft overripe cherries.

CLAP-clap-CLAP-clap

“UUhuhhh…Uuuhhhhhhh…”

The choirboy cries and splutterings of his compatriot stabbed deeper and deeper into his brain, ringing down the empty road in both directions and drifting through the leaves which fluttered nonchalantly in the breeze whilst Dumon’s body rebounded over and over off of the orc’s front, his legs bowed outwards, pink cheeks rippling, clamped to the log slinging hard and fast between them, sweat covering the man’s body as he took a pounding the likes of which Erin could never have imagined.

Erin didn’t know how long he spent slumped in the carriage listening to his former bodyguard getting fucked to hell and back. It seemed to go on forever, the grunting, the squeals, the scrabbling in the dirt, the desperate, unanswered cries…

Here and there members of the pack would offer taunts or grunts of approval.

“Yeh, get him there!”

“Slap ‘im again!”

SMACK

“UHNnnn!”

Then he began to hear more noises… it sounded like multiple pieces of meat being smacked.

Erin crept back up to look over the ledge and his eyes widened, seeing the orcs closing in, all eagerly jerking whilst liquid gathered in Dumon’s eyes, unable to hold back the tears as Tryx’s back and thighs rippled like they were colonies of small creatures, working together to combine their power into rapid, brutish thrusts, the boy juddering, buffeted like a leaf in the wind as she smacked her hips into his tender rump once more. Whenever the hips drew back Erin could see the man’s cheeks were bright red, jiggling from the force of the previous hip-snap.

He had a thought that the man must have been in so much pain…. Then he noticed the man’s penis.

“What?!” hissed Erin, unable to believe that the man’s manhood was inflated and bouncing in midair, leaking a line of clear liquid into the dirt. It was a healthy length, as the man had often bragged about how loud he could make the serving girls squeal.

FWAP!!

A single tear of unstoppable ecstasy rolled down Dumon’s cheek as he screeched his own whore cry, clawing the ground to keep himself in position to be railed.

FWAP!!

“HUUHHHH!”

Dumon’s eyelids fluttered. The orc grunted, and stroked his back.

Erin realised with horror… she was doing something far worse than merely fucking him.

He cocked his head, able to see the eager veins throbbing on Dumon’s hardness, now nearly seven inches and bobbing furiously in time with every thrust from the orc, which was becoming even harder and more excited as she felt the man’s anus clutching tighter to her erection with every thrust, unseen by the voyeur in his carriage.

The man’s cock started slapping against his own belly, a cute pap-pap-pap that made some of the other orcs growl with satisfaction, their cocks spewing a few early spurts of enjoyment in the air.

Erin couldn’t fathom how it was possible that Dumon could be erect. What was this dark magic?

FWAP-FWAP-FWAP!!!

“HUUHHHH-UHHHHU-uUHHhuHOHHhhhhhh….!”

For sure Dumon’s cock was rock solid and now leaking profusely, wetting the soil beneath him. Erin was sure it might burst at any second, and then his friend’s mind seemed to melt, eyes rolling up, hair pulled back so that the man’s back arched hideously, and as the huge green log slammed deep inside, Erin could clearly see Dumon’s shaft jerk like an invisible hand had massaged out its offerings. A long, wet rope of cum launched ten paces.

FWAP!

‘How..’

Tryx’s expression was one of savage triumph, roaring into the man’s ear.

“GGOhhh cum fer me lil’ CUNT!!!!”

Dumon’s legs spasmed as he moaned like a woman.

Erin couldn’t believe what his ears and eyes were telling him.

‘No…’

He watched, horrified, as another string shot like an arrow to join the first, and Dumon began to paint lines in the road, his cock spurting over and over, the pleasure forced into him by the orc seemingly endless as wet trails of ecstasy ran down his face, a delirious smile crawling across his features.

Erin could not even bring himself to cry, whimpering as he watched what mere moments earlier had been his idea of a true warrior being emasculated, naked and on all fours, squealing like a whore as he was bitch-fucked by a monster.

FWAP!!

“YUGH-! Uuhhnnhuuhh….!!”

Another line flew, even further than the first.

“Ohhh ye’ gettin it faster than the other boys… mus’ be a real taker!!” roared the lead orc, and the other orcs who weren’t bubbling white lava from the tips of their cocks laughed with her, some peering to the side to see just how wide the man’s anus had become, or just how taut his cock was from the fucking.

One orc’s cock was drooling so heavily it looked like she was pouring white oil from an endless well, the effluence landing at her feet, spreading out in a widening puddle.

They slowed for a second, Dumon moaning and mumbling, spittle forming at the sides of his mouth as he blinked, unfocused.

Then the man was flipped over, and any degree of humanity left in his mind was squashed as he was rotated nastily on her cock like a boar on a spit.

“GUHHAHnnnnnn…”

Thick fingers wrapped around his neck, and he came face-to-face with his conqueror, Tryx, staring into the eyes of the feminine beast who grinned, not waiting for his approval, instead pushing both his legs wide so she could mount him in a missionary position.

“GHL….”

“Yeah, you gonna love me,” she chuckled, sneering as the man’s face broke into one of temporary terror and lucidity, before slamming a powerful thrust home which broke him.

“Grrruh!”

“NNn-YYYEEEUUHHHH!”

She growled, squeezing her fingers, and the boy’s windpipe was constricted, air struggling to get through as the deprivation somehow forced even more orgasmic energy into the boy’s broken brain, tears and saliva trickling down the boy’s face as his eyes unfocused from the world around them.

They began a steady fuck-rhythm, except this time Dumon was angling his ass straight up into it, whimpering with delight every time she sheathed her sword in his now-widened and ready butthole.

THWAP-THWAP-THWAP

“UHn-UHNN-..Uhhmmguhhh….”

“OhhhhHHH… Like it dont’cha!….”

“Y-YUHHH-! Yuuuhh!..”

The two were really picking up the pace, and Erin was spellbound as Dumon stared manically into the eyes of his feminine conqueror, both moaning like women…. Or perhaps Dumon like a bleating sheep as the brutal orc sheathed herself again and again in his rear end, her grunts of pleasure and victory getting louder and deeper in his face.

“Fuuuugh…Uuuuugh…uuuuuh….”

“MMMH-MHHh-GHHH-!”

What made it even worse was the cum leaking from Dumon’s penis all over his belly, the newly-formed cock-slut not even attempting to hide it, manhood shaking in time with brutal, stone-breaking thrusts which contorted his body like a spring.

Then the moans began to increase subtly in volume and urgency.

“Nu-uh-Uh-UH..”

Erin watched, spellbound, as Dumon began to really get into it, the cock changing something in him, unable to stop the impending tide of pure slutty pleasure from altering his physical desires, his masculinity fading away as he was humped into cock-worship.

Fingers clung to the dirt, then flickered… and came up to touch the orc’s face.

The orc grinned, and licked the hands as they rested on her cheek.

Then his fingers grabbed onto the orc’s muscled side as both their expressions contorted into a look of intense concentration.

He no longer tried to escape, ready to let it happen, tongue lolling between his lips and eagerly awaiting his own demise as she opened her mouth and roared.

“HURRRRGGGG!!!”

Dumon began to squeal pathetically, and with such enthusiasm, that he reached a higher pitch than any woman Erin had heard as the cock began to saw anew with a pace that was frightening.

“UH-UH-UGHHHHHU-UUHHHHNNNNNNNNN-!”

The man’s cock fired off like a spell from the tip of a wand, long, energetic ropes that flew clear of the pair, landing on the forest floor as he shook, back arched, fingers clutching the torso of the green hulk crushing him into the dirt as she began to shake on top of him, fingers clutching his sides as she howled to the moon, her huge testicles contracting as the squelch of something thick and wet exploded inside Dumon’s body.

The two shook, and Erin’s entire view of the world as protected, as somewhere safe and soft, was torn in two, the veil cast aside as Dumon’s belly began to distend, spasming and moaning in delight as the orc’s cock flooded him, covering his insides in incredible heat, his conqueror putting a few nasty final strokes in that showed a cock slick with white, a few spoonfuls spilling out onto her balls, as well as down the valley of his buttcrack.

Erin’s mouth fell open as he saw steam coming from Dumon’s buttcrack, tendrils of it rising from the glazing on the orc’s cock.

The cum looked like it was piping hot.

Dumon’s face of total exhilaration and haze seemed to confirm this, gurgling as he placed a hand on his belly, the boy sweating so hard that it looked like he had been in a hot-spring for two days.

Eventually the two slowed to a stop, Dumon looking a healthy six months pregnant.

“Ere, seems e’s had a bit too much,” grinned one of their number.

“Nah… I’ll give him somethin’ ta taste….”

Some semblance of brain consciousness came back to him then, staring into the eyes of the orc who had deflowered him.

“Uhn….. Let’s nughh…..pehhhaps we can…mmnn..take a lilll r-rest!… m-m-my name is Dum-“

The short orc grabbed his hair, pulled his head back and slid seven inches of green dick right down his throat.

“-GLHG!!!!!”

“Nice name,” laughed the second Orc, savagely crushing her hips to his face as Tryx did the same to his ass, their cocks so deep inside it looked like they might meet in the middle. All Dumon could do was spasm and choke on the cock pulsing in his throat, his anus locked to the base of his other conqueror’s penis.

“Glhhhglhh-!!!!“

 Their cocks began pounding into him so hard that his entire body was compressed with each thrust.

Erin could look no more, sinking down in the carriage, tears in his eyes the forest glade was now filled with the sounds of churning butter as two wet dicks drilled a young man out of his mind, Erin clamping his hands to his ears as he tried not to listen to the moaning of his bodyguard, the grunting of the orcs who were mightily enjoying the affair, and the slapping of skin on skin.

PLAP-PLAP-PLAP

THWAP-SHLLLICK-THWAP-

Two pairs of swinging balls could be clearly heard pounding Dumon’s dripping chin and his own testicles, violated and bullied by the savage superiority of the orcs.

Erin briefly braved looking up to see the second squat orc laughing, then spitting onto Dumon’s face, before beginning to fuck his face like a pussy. Two sets of balls slapping his chin and own testicles formed a heinous arrhythmic mess of skin on skin music that even the most unusual of musical patrons would suggest as ugly in the extreme.

*PLAP-Pl-PlAP-pPLAp-PPLAP*

Erin dropped down into the carriage again, crying as the occasional panicked whimper and mouth-full moan or screech of pleasure from Dumon being spitroasted was matched by his captors, each orc building their heaving grunts until the three were a blasphemous machine of debauchery.

“HHUH.”

“Gruh-uh-uh!”

“Glh-glhh-lgmh-!“

THWAP THWAP THWAP

The sounds of hard hips meeting soft, pillowy skin echoed around the clearing, bouncing off trees, and apparently inside Erin’s head, tears running down his face as the orcs melted his friend’s masculinity like snow next to a roaring fire, the moans becoming more pleasure-laden, more needy.

‘No…. they’re changing him….’

Then the skin-slaps paused, and sort of snuffling sound took place, a sickly, wet sound.

He peered out and gawped.

They were kissing.

But not just kissing.. The short orc and Tryx were leaning over Dumon and stuck deep inside each other’s mouths like they were trying to push into each other’s abdomens.

He watched in shock as the first orc even leaned over Dumon and pulled the man’s distended lips off the short orc’s dick, sucking it for a few seconds, swirling with her tongue around the head before detaching and sliding her tongue into Dumon’s mouth.

The two kissed, and then she guided the cock back between his lips, sitting snuggly in his throat where he gargled it again, still a little panicked from his throat being so full of an inhumanly large cock.

“GLuh-h-hh---ughh-ghh…”

“Gggruuhh…”

The second orc growled to the air, eyes closed.

“D-dumon,” Erin whispered, and then icy water ran down his spine as he realised that a pair of eyes had locked on him.

The leader.

The only one with her pelt still on, axe raising in her right hand as she spotted the small pair of eyes hiding in the darkness of the carriage. She began to creep forwards.

Erin couldn’t move a single finger.

Pretty light-yellow irises under thick eyebrows searched his own, full lips clenching together as her body-language morphed into one of threatened violence.

She was the biggest among them, a giantess, twice as tall as Erin was.

“I see ya.”

A few other orcs looked round in surprise, then at the carriage.

He almost felt his bowels release, a part of him surprised he actually hadn’t wet himself even as the orc carefully moved around the trio in the road slobbering and grunting over each other, her axe lowering as she beheld the fear in Erin’s eyes.

“Open’ t’door small-un.”

The other orcs who weren’t in the process of self-pleasure noticed and made to grab their weapons.

“Nee KAD-HA!”

The guttural order from the leader stayed their hands. She cocked her head, and gestured with a finger.

“Open.”

Erin somehow managed to unlock his arm long enough to push the door open.

“HHhhnn.”

The utterance from her was animalistic, her mouth opening as she beheld the daintiest, prettiest male she had ever laid eyes on.

Erin had to crane his weak neck to look up into pure, unadulterated hunger, the tears drying on his face as he realised he was doomed. The other orcs not busy with Dumon stared at him, equally envious.

After a few seconds of looking like she might eat him, the orc managed to speak.

“Who….. are you?”

“I-I….”

He glanced over at Dumon, who was touching his nipples as he sucked with drunk, glazed eyes on a huge penis whilst riding the other, now straddling Tryx like a common whore.

“I… I’m…. a prince…. P-P.. P…..

“Slowly, boy,” she murmured, her deep voice sending something through him that was calming.

“Glh-glh-glhh-“

“P… Prince…. Erin.”

Her eyes grew wide.

“A prince? Of where?”

He made to open his lips, but his mouth wouldn’t respond, feeling like his body no longer wanted to listen to anything his brain told it. Whatever the orc said, he would simply obey.

She let her axe hang from her hand, a far less threatening pose, and his heartbeat went from pounding to merely fluttering like a hummingbird’s wing.

“Ruh… scared?”

He nodded, unable to move anything else in his body.

“Alone? No more of yah?”

He managed a nod.

She stepped forwards until she was close enough for him to reach out and touch, and it terrified him that her shadow came across the whole carriage, level with the top of it. She passed beside him and peaked her head inside, and it was like being spared from death himself.

Despite his fear, he saw intelligent eyes searching the dark interior of the carriage for any potential threats. She didn’t trust his answer.

He couldn’t help seeing the bottom of gigantic glute muscles peeking out from under her pelt as she bent forwards…. And glimpsed a shape lurking between her legs. His stomach shrunk to the size of a pea, pure fear washing through his brain as she turned back, thighs and calves bristling with caterpillars of muscle. It felt so exposing being in the open, and he glanced round at orc warriors with cocks in hand, now turning their attentions to him.

“GREE-HAA!!!”

The orcs’ faces became aggressive, some fearful, as the lead orc gestured to them, and after a few begrudging jerks of their hard cocks, they turned back to Dumon.

Erin felt like his heart might break out of his chest and simply dissolve from pumping so hard.

The lead orc looked down on him, the sunlight framing her thick, black hair.

“Still scared?”

“Y…..”

He nodded. Words wouldn’t come.

“I help.”

“H.. hu....?”

She stepped slowly towards him.

His eyes bugged out.

“W…. w-w.. wait…”

Erin’s attention briefly moved down to the largest set of breasts he had ever seen, big enough to smother him to death, big green globes cinched inside her pelt, the deeper green of her areolas just visible, hinting at what must have been hefty nipples hidden just out of sight.

If it was to be death.. perhaps that would not be such a bad one, surely?

As he stared at her tits, she seemed to relax herself, and nodded, taking her axe and throwing it hard into the ground.

Erin flinched, whimpering as the sharp thudded in the dirt. He probably would have struggled to lift it off the ground, yet she buried it with ease.

Then she did something truly surprising – the orc pulled the top of her pelt down her shoulders, and revealed her full breasts completely.

Erin’s mouth fell open. Big, spherical marrows with thick nipples that looked perfect for suckling filled his vision. They were the biggest breasts he’d ever seen.

Heat filled his chest.

Her arms opened wide as she took another step, until she stood towering over him, the sunlight blotted from the sky, her body twice as wide as his own, blocking his path, his carriage, his safety. The smell of her hit – earth, sweat, bodily odours from her hairy armpits flushed in his nostrils, an odour that he could only equate to the first and last time he had ever walked into the King’s stable… but this had something tantalisingly musky and alien that sent shivers down his spine. She walked into his space, and crouched slightly until her breasts were so close to his face he could see the little dimples in the areola around her chunky left nipple.

Hands enclosed to cradle him.

“I make you… less scared…”

She aimed the nipple at his mouth.

Erin panicked, his head moving back, eyes trying to flick around to where Dumon was busy gagging on a cock which was being shoved down his throat whilst cumming again himself, his pathetic mewls of enjoyment a terrifying warning as to what these beings could do to the masculinity and pride of a man.

“N-No-“

“QUIET,” she growled, and he whimpered.

“Hnnn….”

“No look at him. Just suck….”

A huge hand cupped his head, and he felt himself being forced to the nipple. His lips opened automatically, and a moan of animal need came from within as the juicy nipple entered his mouth. Something deeply submissive and desperate for mothering switched in Erin’s mind, and the orc smiled as the boy’s eyes softened, then closed. His lips tightened around her bud, his muscles untensing one by one as he began to suckle her milk-maker.

“Mmmh…”

Her breast was so warm, and her nipple began to leak slightly sour, but tasty milk into his mouth.

“Mmmmm…”

Erin for the first time that day completely lost himself, and the lead orc smiled as she was suddenly cradling him like a baby, breathing deeply as Erin became a docile piglet, suckling on this creature’s teat with all the worries of the world left behind for a moment, more at peace than perhaps he had ever been with his peers, or worse his family.

The milk filled his mouth and flowed down his throat.

It went on for minutes, the boy barely stirring as he drank her mother’s effluence until the female had to pull his lips from her, and she couldn’t help a grin as the boy’s brows creased, and the suction came harder, refusing to let go until she gently pried him away.

He coughed, opening his eyes as if from a dream and finding himself cradled by a terrifying yet tender orc warrior smiling down on him, a little liquid spilled on his chin.

“We go.”

“I… where…?”

She gestured to the carriage.

“Now we talk.”

He tried to nod and couldn’t, instead simply moving back from the door and allowing her to squeeze inside.

Inside she looked almost comical, having to sit ducked forwards so that she loomed over him, her legs outside of his as he took his place on the opposing bench.

“M’name’s Skarra.”

“E… Erin.”

“Prince Erin huh?”

His chin lowered.

She nodded.

“Thought s’much… a cutie boy like you don’ get far with humans… ‘less you got some royalty on yer side.”

He didn’t really understand what she meant, but he was too busy trying not to be overwhelmed by the physicality of her. He could smell the odours of sweat, and her body heat seemed to radiate through the carriage like a warm fire, which, he hoped, was the reason for his cheeks flushing.

The notes of milk were still enjoyable in his mouth.

Whenever she adjusted, her thighs and quads muscles rippled, almost like they were boiling.

“So… that boy out there… he yer friend?”

For the first time, Erin found a mite of courage.

“H.. He’s a man actually…. Not a boy!”

She glanced out the window.

“Oh yeh? Like when ‘e gave you up?”

“He.. you forced him…!”

She peered knowingly at him.

“Soon as ‘e was in trouble, ‘e only hopes to save ‘is own skin… I know cowards small’un”

Erin stamped his tiny foot.

“He is the…… bravest man I know!”

She snorted, chuckling.

“Then yer don’t know many brave folk.”

For a moment they sized each other up.

Why hadn’t she taken his trousers off yet? Why wasn’t she…. taking him… like they had Dumon?

He certainly didn’t want to prompt her down that avenue of thinking, so he tried to buy time the only way he could.

“How…. Did you find us?”

She grinned.

“You ain’ the smartest are yeh?”

He ruffled.

“Why?”

“Cos ya never asked where yer driver went.”

“Wait… what have you done with him!”

She chuckled again.

“Nothin!’… well, apart from pay ‘im o’ course…”

“Wha…. Pay?”

She seemed to find him quite amusing, shaking her head.

“Not the sharpest in the quiver eh? Lucky yer pretty, boy.”

“I-I’m not pretty!”

“… You’re prettier ‘n any boy or girl I ever seen.’

He stamped his foot again, sniffing as Skarra looked him dead in the eyes.

“Now, you’re gonna come with me.”

Any bravery he had mustered up dribbled out of his shoes.

“O-okay.”

“… And if you do everythin’ I say… ye won’t end up like your ‘brave boy’ out there, yeah?”

“Y..yes.”

They both shared a moment of tense understanding, then Skarra gestured him to leave the carriage first, pulling the door open and putting a large hand on his bottom as he did so.

Erin flinched under the contact, but as he was processing it, he looked in the centre of the clearing and moaned.

Dumon was semi-conscious, his limbs almost off the ground due to the two cocks plugged into his body with a third attempting to join the first in his ass, no longer the noble young man, but a broken, sopping wet sex toy.

His eyes were lidded, the only sign he was lucid the way his lips tightened on the shaft plugging his face when it hilted in his throat. His dick seemed to have a gossamer string of effluence connecting him to the ground, so hard that it looked ready to pop at any moment.

The other orcs were gathered round and furiously wanking their giant shifts, all of them aimed at his face, and the first one to finish was one with a long top-knot that opened into a long arching waterfall of hair, the female roaring as she began to pound her cock like she was trying to detach it from her body.

Erin whined as he watched the biggest torrent of cum he’d ever witnessed, bigger than he could have believed possible, explode out of her slit, the shaft pulsing as it launched cum into Dumon’s face like a geyser, submerging it in a white painting which slopped down his face and into his hair, sticking the previously perfect strands together and cloying between them as he choked and gagged on the unending river.

“MPHHpHHgGHLGH!”

The orc underneath who had been trying to fit her cock into his ass alongside the other grunted as she rolled away, deciding that attempting to double the width of his asshole wasn’t worth being doused in her warpack’s cum.

Then another roar joined the first, and a butch, shaven-headed female with an eight-inch, very girthy cock spurted a very wet, watery stream of cum on top of the first batch, running down and into the first batch, merging the consistency to make it more runny.

Erin was about to watch a third cover his face when Skarra’s hand began to guide him forwards, wrenching the axe from the floor as she did so.

“Now… ye’ll need to know, that I’m chief… and if yeh obey me, the girls won’ lay a finger on ya.”

Erin couldn’t think whilst Dumon was being ravaged next to him, unable to look away.

“MHMHHMMHUHGHGHLH-GH-GHGLGHGHGHHG!!!”

Tears, drool and cum were dripping steadily from his chin, squeals torn from his battered lungs as he tried to heave air in past the cock sawing between his lips whilst cum got in his eyes, his nostrils, his ears.

Sweat was pouring from his body, covered in a shining layer of bodily juices as he was wrestled and brutalised by the warriors above and around him. The worst thing was his constantly leaking dick and taut muscles making it obvious he was being coerced into constant brain-melting orgasms.

“C-can you ask them to stop?”

She glanced over.

“Why?”

“B-because… he’s being hurt.”

Skarra glanced again and looked to the man’s cock, which was so hard that it looked like it would burst, leaking its own tiny stream of ecstasy.

“Don’ seem like e’s hurtin’ ‘at bad.”

Another stream of cum, this time so heavy it was almost solid, sticking to wherever it landed and clumping on any exposed parts, was expunged by a raking young female with a strong chin, groaning as she covered his face with vigour, even slapping her cock a few times on his forehead.

Dumon at this point was grovelling under several layers of cum, looking more like a snow demon than a human being, Erin trying to hold back tears as he the orc who had been fucking his face spasmed, growling up at the sky, and Dumon whimpered pathetically as her balls tightened, gulping down the cum that she was obviously flooding his throat with.

As she shook and keened, the orc pulled her cock back until just the helmet of her cock was in his mouth, and Erin saw the man’s cheeks expand, gagging and spluttering as liquid filled his facial cavity, two streams of white flying from his nose.

A few more seconds of juddering, and the orc sighed like she had just drunk a tankard of thirst-quenching ale, ripping the cock from his mouth with a spluttering “Phlluuughhhh-!“ from Dumon.

Erin watched the man’s mouth open, and cum poured out of it like a waterfall.

“MPhghluhhhh…..”

Erin put his hands together.

“Skarra… p-please stop…”

She eyed him carefully.

“If I tell ‘em to stop… you do what I tells ya?”

He nodded.

“Yes!”

In an instant she was gesturing and speaking to the crowd.

“Oy, finish! We’re ‘eaded ‘ome!”

Schhhliiiick

Ghlug!

“’O…GHn…. Ome?” grunted one of the orcs who had manoeuvred to the man’s front and simply thrust her shaft balls deep into Dumon’s throat.

“GHLUHHHhhhH…..”

“Oy, why we not enjoyin’ ourselves!” said another, before letting out a steamy pile of jizz right onto Dumon’s back, pooling just above his ass.

One more stepped in and quickly added to the shining wet ball of cum that had once been a head.

“We gotta go before them humans come lookin’ for these two… so come ‘awn.”

The orcs grunted and moaned, but the remained few sped up, and Erin croaked as two more jets of heaving liquid exploded onto Dumon’s sopping wet lake of a face, leaving him looking like he’d just dipped his whole torso in a swamp of man-seed.

Then the two orcs with their cocks inside him grunted in relief, slowing down, and Erin let out a sob of relief as they slowly slid themselves out with wet, filthy slurps from the centre of Dumon’s body, taking a whole bucket’s worth of saliva and cum with them, overflowing over his chin and waterfalling down his thighs and balls like a one-man water feature.

Everyone watched as the man’s holes expunged soul-destroying amounts of smelly jizz, the scent cloying the air and increasing the humidity of the clearing, enough that Erin even felt his throat become clammy.

The man collapsed to the ground, the flows from his holes continuing for nearly a minute of uncontrolled expungement, cum-laden moans issuing from his face as white bubbles appeared at his lips, unable to see from the matt of ball-seed covering him, trying to process what was happening to him.

Erin stared, unable to imagine what Dumon would be feeling.

The lead orc grinned and leaned over him, getting down on one knee, face to face.

“Ya surrender?”

Dumon didn’t seem to be looking straight.

“Glhgh……. Blgh…”

Bubbles formed in his mouth as no semblance of words did

“Good…. Ye’ll walk, and if ye don’ walk, the gurls’ll carry yeh… but ye’ll pay fer it….”

Dumon merely panted, lying still on his side, his butt-cheeks pink and raw, and Erin looked down at the pitiful creature that had only moments earlier been a fine young man, a guard of the Prince, legs shaking as the aftershock of the orgasms rippled through his body, the wet ball of glazed white that had once been a head barely moving, eyes glued shut by the torrent of jizz cloying his face.

“D… Dumon?”

The man continued to whimper softly on the ground, leaking from every orifice. Steam rose from the body, particularly his asshole where the most broiling hot cum was concentrated.

“Oy, no talkin’ to ‘im.”

“S-sorry!”

He hurried to Skarra’s side.

The lead orc looked around, satisfied, and then waved to a figure who had appeared at the edge of the clearing.

It was the driver, his stare becoming glassy as gingerly moved forwards, looking down on Dumon.

“Uh… so… You’ll be off then?”

Skarra? Nodded.

“Yep…. Ere’s ya gold.”

She threw him a small pouch, and he checked inside, beady little eyes whizzing back and forth, before he tightened it, satisfied.

“Very well then… I’ll be on me way….”

He glanced one last time at the figure on the floor, the pink hole between his cheeks as wide as a fist, able to see the man’s insides painted with white cream such was the newly-reached diameter of his anus, and shivered, before stepping towards the carriage.

Skarra stopped him before he got two steps.

“Oy…. We still need ter be compensated for you missin’ the ambush point…..”

The man squirmed.

“Ey? I-I forgot… but it all worked out…. I got you the prince didn’t I?”

Skarra growled.

“On’y cos’ the idiot fired his gun.”

“I… e-everything worked out…”

Skarra loomed over him and he shivered.

“We agreed to pay ya for stoppin’ ‘alf a league back… we didn’t agree to ye stoppin’ ere.”

The man’s hands began to shake, fiddling with the fine coat he was wearing.

“I… well perhaps we can discuss some.. some compensation…..”

Skarra gestured to the short orc who had been holding Dumon’s arms earlier.

“Oy, Kezzyko.”

“Yeh?!”

She shuffled forward eagerly.

“…. For ya patience.”

She guestured to the driver.

“Enjoy ‘im.”

“WH-WHAT, I SAY, WE HAD A DEAL, YOU CANNOT…OOOHHHhuh!”

Kezzyko grinned and grabbed the man, hauling him off his feet and carrying him on her shoulder over the carriage, almost ripping the door off as she threw him inside.

“We had a deal… now here’s yeh tip,” Skarra grunted.

“OOFFF… N-now wait…. I-I’m sorry… I have… decided I am willing to share some of my earnings! ….. WAIT!!!….”

The orc forced herself through the door, and for a moment there was only the tearing of cotton, and then the carriage began to lurch wildly from side to side as horrified whimpers emerged from within, alongside the steady slap of hips and aggressive grunting.

“Grr-uh-huh-gah!”

clap-clap-clap

“UHGHN- OH-OH-OH-OH!!!“

Erin felt a sliver of savage happiness that their betrayer had got what he deserved.

‘Good.’

Skarra turned to the rest of her band, satisfied.

“Seems ‘at Kezzy’ll be busy for a bit! Walk slow gurlz!”

Her band growled and chuckled, deep belly laughs as the carriage wheels groaned and listed from side to side under the weight being thrown into each thrust within, and Erin spied a huge ass raising up and driving down between two small legs which were shaking in the air.

“OOhh-oh-oh-oh-oh!-oh!-oh!-oHHHHhhhuhh!”

The legs shook and then Erin saw the man’s toes curling alongside particularly high-pitched mewls.

“UH-HUN-UHNnnnn-!”

The noise of another man being broken chipped away at Erin’s eardrums, liquid gathering at his eyes again as he tried to ignore it, and console himself that at least this man had done wrong and deserved it.

Skarra stared around the clearing.

“…. Now we have prizes… we head back ter camp!”

The orcs roared their approval, and those that still had their cocks swinging freely tucked them away, one or two casually wiping their effluence on Dumon’s body.

Skarra stepped next to Erin, looking down at the sopping wet figure.

“I guess we’re gun ‘ave to carry yer friend…. And you too small’un.”

“Carry! But…..”

Subtle but terrifying lines of aggression appeared on Skarra’s face.

“Said ya would do what I asked…. Should I trust a lyin one?”

“What? N-Yes! I mean, no, I’m not a liar! I’ll do what you want…”

“Well’n jump up.”

She turned and gestured to her back, squatting to the ground and Erin paused to observe the incredibly sculpted body of Skarra, her back like twin pillars of muscle that could probably press a horse up into the air, rounded shoulders that popped in an aesthetically powerful way. As he moved closer, his eyes naturally roved down to the ass sticking out, covered in pelts and huge, probably also unnaturally powerful and muscular.

For some reason Erin found himself content enough to step forwards and pull himself onto her, arms coming to wrap around her naval as Skarra growled, and the vibrations shaking his stomach made his head woozy.

“Ooohkay…..”

He put his legs around her waist, her arms quickly anchoring him to her.

It was rather uncomfortable, and he tried not to let his pathetic package press into her spine.

‘Goodness her back feels like a collection of iron plates…’

The musk of her hair was sweat and earth joined by the haze hanging over the clearing of quite brutal animal semen, the puddles almost steaming, and he had to blink twice to try and work his way through it.

“G.. Goodness…”

“Summin’ matter?”

“Ahh… no…. no…”

“OY, bring ‘im as well!”

She gestured to Dumon, and Tryx stomped over and rubbed his face and torso into the dirt and grass by the road.

“Mhhmmph!”

“S-Stop that!” squeaked Erin.

“She don’ wanna be swimmin’ in cum like that slut,” grinned Skarra, turning towards the treeline.

He grimaced.

Her hair was coarse and thick, and the braid rubbed against him whenever she turned her head.

Tryx had finished shoving Dumon in the dirt, and pulled up a less cum-laden, but awfully ragged figure, not even bothering to keep him upright, instead flopping him onto her shoulder and setting herself to run.

“Lez go!”

“I-is it uncomf-HUGH-“

Erin’s stomach lurched as the body beneath him moved.

He looked back over his shoulder at the carriage which continued to bounce and creak, the horses snorting next to it, blissfully unaware of their owner being raped to high heaven, as the man moaned like a true woman in heat.

‘He’s already beginning to enjoy it… but….. how…..’

Skarra began to push through the forest, and the other orcs joined her.

Erin whimpered and buried his head in her neck, clutching tight and feeling the animal musk there as the jungle moved around him. The road beneath them disappeared, and his heart pounded as the deep greens and browns swallowed them up, the subtle darkness of the undergrowth like an omen of what was to come, his slow descent into hell.

Wide eyes darted to see the prone figure slumped on another orc’s shoulder level with them.

Dumon’s glazed buttocks presented themselves like a dessert at the castle, completed by the slow ooze of white icing slowly dripping down his legs.

‘The Gods have forsaken us....’

As they continued further into the jungle, Erin’s weak, shivering fingers struggled to grip the tough leathery skin beneath them. Her braided hair bounced off his back, the ball at the end tapping his bottom, which was now beginning to hurt a little from the same consistent spot being hit. He tried to wiggle, but her grip didn’t allow him to move, large hands squeezing his legs a little tighter around her waist.

For such large beings it was incredible how little they disturbed the forest as they moved, and he had the feeling of being on the back of a wolf, slinking through the foliage, knowing where to step and where to go without needing to think. Just instinct.

It was hypnotic, but he was broken from his reverie a minute later when they slowed, to find a slimmer, slightly smaller orc. She seemed more in line with a very tall human woman, although her prodigious abs and legs still set her apart as a physical specimen, and her skin was also green, although lighter than the rest.

Next to her was a figure which made Erin’s eyebrows rise.

He beheld a boy, the smoothness of his skin placing him at around the same age as he was.

Another prisoner?

Then he noticed the tips of the boy’s ears, pointed instead of round.

An Elf.

He had never seen an elf before.

The orcs slowed and then spoke in a guttural voice, before the new orc muttered something to the elf.

He watched as the elf closed his pretty eyes and placed an ear to the ground, before rising after a few moments, signalling in a particular direction in the forest.

The first orc nodded, and then they were jogging through the forest once more. Erin watched as the Elf almost had to run to keep up with the Orcs, but if they were smooth in their movements, the elf was liquid. He seemed to touch nothing around him, yet move at a pace faster than ordinary men could sprint, occasionally grabbing onto a vine and swinging a few paces, or using a felled tree to pivot up onto some branches for a short while before returning to the forest floor like he was settling into bed for the evening, still moving gracefully alongside them.

It took them barely an hour to cover miles of ground, and when they emerged in the clearing of a glade through which the sky had turned a murky pink, Erin felt like he was a whole world away from the safety of his home.

How would anyone find them now…?

“We stop ‘ere!”

The night camp was quickly erected, but instead of tents they mostly slept wherever the ground or trees allowed. Erin was allowed to sleep a short distance from Skarra, too scared to try and run because if the orcs were scary, even scarier was the further unknown of walking into a forest with the possibility of meeting something worse.

He shivered, partly from the cold (despite the pelt handed to him), partly from fear. Each sound in the forest made him twitch, unable to sleep as something flittered across the leaves a few metres away.

Somehow, eventually, he managed to fall into a fitful sleep, dreaming of orc cocks entering young men’s holes.

He woke at midnight to the sounds of spluttering and gagging, blinking through tired eyes.

Was it just a dream?

Then he realised that the sounds were very real, and turned to find out what all the commotion was.

“GLuhhg-gluh......glhgh....”

“Wha….?”

His face shrivelled up in disgust as he observed the moonlight playing across a man’s back, Dumon in mid-air, impaled from both ends with gigantic orc cocks which the females in question were eagerly slamming back into his body with quiet haste and eagerness. He recognise Tryx was now on the mouth end.

He scrambled over to Skarra who was snoring heavily, loud enough that it caused a rumble in the pit of the stomach.

“S-Skarra!”

Nothing.

He tried to shake her.

Nothing.

“S… Skar….”

He tried to shake her shoulders, and she did not stir.

“Ohh…. Goodness….”

Behind him the sounds of Dumon glugging as saliva was stirred in his mouth cut Erin to the core, and when he looked back, he nearly burst into tears as the pair of figures shifted so the moonlight fell on Dumon’s cheek, red from crying, with the head of the orc’s cock bulging obscenely through it. There were no tears now though, the man’s cock hard as a rock, bouncing and slapping his belly with each rock of the rear orc’s hips.

He looked up at Tryx’s leering face and realised she wasn’t just enjoying the sensations of his body. She was enjoying his humiliation.

Dumon was moaning into the cock bulging his cheek, looking like he was being forced to fit it in sideways instead of straight as his tongue flicked out with a wave of saliva which basted half the shaft in spittle, his body rocking as he tried to push back on the first orc so he wouldn’t be fucked face-first onto the second orc’s pubic bone.

“Ohh…..” whispered Erin, a ball in his throat as he watched Dumon attempt to gently press his face forwards whilst his ass was being clapped loudly by the first orc… and then the man’s hand was coming up to grab the second orc’s balls.

The orc moaned, and Erin’s eyebrows flew upwards as he thought for a moment that Dumon had just been biding his time.. he was fighting back!

The thought died as he let out the loudest, whore-like moan that Erin had ever heard, louder even than the brothel girls that Dumon had taken him to in an attempt to lose his virginity. (Erin had been too scared, waiting outside of the room whilst Dumon had made the girl make a number of cries for God, and for Dumon, and then for God again.)

Now Dumon was moaning worse even than that, suckling the huge stick like he was kissing his newly wedded wife on the lips, except his wife was just an ugly, massive green cock with ooze pouring from the slit.

“Enjoying the show?”

Erin nearly screamed his lungs out, instead choking back a weak “OH!.... Oh goodness.. oh goodness….”

He turned to see the elvish boy from earlier…. He was sitting right next to Erin watching with an inscrutable expression. In fact, Erin had to wonder how on earth the elf had managed to sit there without him noticing.

“H-How did you do that?!....” he whispered.

“Elves see much…. Orcs see little…. Humans? They barely see anything at all.”

“R-right…”

Erin waited for his heartbeat to go down, expecting the boy to talk, but no words came. The pair watched, one far more uneasily, as Dumon swirled his tongue up and down the orc’s shaft, occasionally butted headfirst into the orc’s pelvis by the beast behind him.

“Glh-HUHgg!... GLhh-gh...”

Dumon’s eyelids fluttered, and his manhood spurted a string of liquid onto the ground, grey in the moonlight, but too thick to be anything other than his seed.

Erin grimaced and spoke to the Elf.

“Who are you?”

“Til.”

“Til… a pleasure to meet you, I am Erin, Prince of Blah.”

He waited for Til to be impressed by this statement whilst trying not to hear Dumon’s climax, but once again the boy fell silent as the air was rent with the sopping wet moans of Dumon gagging and choked on the orc’s big fat cock, his own instrument bounced happily against his belly, painting the forest floor.

“Did… did you hear? My name is Erin, prin-“

“I did.”

“Right… Good….”

“Glh-glh-glhhuhhhmmnnn…”

Erin had to tear his concentration away from Dumon who was truly making sweet love to Tryx’s crotch, the woman grinning up at the stars as sweet lips clamped hard to her engorged womanhood, sending vibrations of slutty pleasure up her shaft whilst pushing himself nastily back into the shunts of the second orc, happily impaling himself. His knees shook with each debasing thrust.

“Why are you helping them??”

“You will understand soon.”

“Glughh!”

“UGHHHhh…”

Dumon began to whine as his cock beneath him flexed, and then he began to gurgle as the balls in front and behind him all pulled upwards, and the orcs grunted and growled, faces desperate as pleasure switched off their brains, trying not to roar and wake their fellow pack-members as cum ripped up their shafts and exploded in the boy between them.

Dumon’s squeal was muffled by the cock impaled in his mouth, his nose shunted by the first orc’s belly as he full-body spasmed, his own belly distending for the second time that day, gulping and drooling as he was filled up like a human cum-bucket.

Erin winced, trying his best not to look.

“GhlghhgH-”

“Right….Ah….. why can’t you tell me why you are helping them?”

The tiny smile on his face was rather annoying.

“You will discover for yourself.”

“UGH, I’m getting out of here!”

“You will not… You are too cowardly, plus I would notice and inform Mistress Uéz of your escape, and she would inform your mistress.”

“Your…. I’m not….. sh-she’s not my…… W-WHY?! Are you not ashamed to be a.. a traitor to the noble elven and human kingdoms!?!?”

“Keep your voice down.”

Erin shut his lips together, suddenly scared again.

The elf took a deep breath, seeing something that Erin could not see.

“Noble is a word with many meanings…. And if you attempt to leave, I will inform my mistress, and she will inform the pack, and they will bring you back… and then you would end up just like your idiot friend here.”

Erin felt anger brew in him. This heathen… this fool!

“He’s NOT an idiot….. You… you traitor… you are the worst of your kind!”

The elf stared at him, the same inscrutable expression on his face.

“I believe most of my kind would agree with you.……”

His ears pricked, and he turned slightly towards the still forest.

“…. I can hear you Mistress Uéz.”

A humorous grunt came from a tree nearby. Erin searched in shock as part of the tree detached and walked forwards.

“How’d ya know…”

“Because you are loud… as usual.”

He realised that it was the smaller, lighter-skinned orc who had been with Til at the beginning. To Erin, she had been as silent as a shadow.

Then Til smiled as the woman grinned.

“Why my little swamp-rat run away?”

“Teasing you mistress.”

“You miss me?”

He responded by jumping up into her arms, and Erin whined as they connected their lips, the orc slobbering all over his face.

Elves were supposed to be so clean… so elegant… it was like she was defiling the most perfect painting, her tusks getting in the way as she grabbed his buttocks and thighs without finesse, defiling the boy and pressing a finger between his britches, right up between his legs.

“Oooh…!”

Til seemed like he was more than into it, and Erin watched in shock as he began to suckle on the female’s tongue.

“What...”

Their tongues intertwined, almost overtly showing Erin what was happening inside their mouths, before she broke the kiss with a sloppy stream of orc drool onto Til’s chin.

“Disgusting,” murmured Erin, staring at the boy’s basted chin.

“Wanna see me fuck ‘im?” the female orc grinned, causing Erin’s cheeks to flush.

“Huh??? No!!!”

“Then leave,” Til said casually, before dropping his britches, and Erin balked at the sight of a young, pretty elf getting on all fours for a monstrous woman looming over him.

“Can I show him how I suck, Mistress?”

Before Erin could look away Mistress ‘Uez’ grinned, and reached under her pelt to unveil a healthy eight-inch penis, already hard, and dropped a huge glob of saliva onto it. Til didn’t even wait for it to fully spring out before slurping his way to the base, his pretty lips distended and ugly as he moaned like a floozy into her pubes, his eyes crossed as what might have been a smile crossed his now circular, overly full mouth.

Erin gagged and scrabbled back to Skarra.

‘This is a nightmare… please let me wake up…..’