Eireen couldn't move. It was as if she had been impaled on a pike. The pain continued unabated as she felt more of the orc's cock flesh embed itself inside her, stretching her inner walls with every fraction of an inch it traveled. She could scream no longer. Her throat was raw. All Eireen could do was suffer the agony and pray for it to end.
The orc's hard, wide phallus continued its journey inside her. Eireen had never imagined something this massive could be placed inside her. It was torture. No matter how well she prepared herself for the pain, it still overwhelmed her. Her arms began to quiver, threatening to no longer support the weight placed on it. The orc had seen this and his strong, wide fingers bit hard into the flesh of her shoulders, renewing her strength. She felt the humongous mass of orc cock stop deep inside her. Her pain dissipated slightly, as she drew in huge breaths of air. But she knew this was not the end of her ordeal, not by far.
The orc's arousal precum poured from the maidens inner sanctum, coating the light blue of his cock meat, then dripping in large drops to the blanket. It had become a light spray of precum and woman fluid with each portion of his length he had placed inside her. He had met the point inside the maidens cunt that would allow him to go no further, a barrier of bone barred his way. He knew that beyond this lay the eggs his seed would cover, bringing one to life to produce an offspring. He pulled his enormity slowly from inside the maiden.
Eireen felt the pressure of such a huge mass of orc phallic flesh leaving her. This slow withdrawal was much smoother than the entry. No doubt, due to the lubrication of my his precum, she thought. She had struggled with all she had to gain a semblance of control over the pain and sheer pressure of the orc's cock inside her. Her breathing was now fast and shallow, helping her to push the pain from her mind. She waited for the next assault.
The orc felt how smooth his withdrawal from the maiden was. He continued until only his blue flesh bulb remained inside her. It was then he began a more rapid fuck of the maidens tight, dripping cunt.
Eireen felt the orc's hands move from her shoulders to her hips, where they dug in firmly. His massive, inhuman member entered her and withdrew with a more hurried pace. Eireen bit down on her lip, taking the pain, even as it grew less and less with each slow thrust of the monster's massive cock. Soon, waves of pleasure, mixed with the intoxication of the wine, began to wash over her. She felt herself cum, moaning with the sensation. She had cum not from ecstasy, but from survival.
The orc saw that the maiden had produced fluid of her own. It mixed with the orc's natural lubricant seeping from inside her, into a slick, silken mix. The orc saw this as a sign. His thrust became hard and brutal, burying the bulk of his huge, wide member deep inside the maiden's cunt, then withdrawing just as quickly. He would soon shoot his voluminous stream of orc seed deep inside her, bringing life to her egg, his child.
Eireen still felt the pain of each movement of the orc's flesh pole, as it bore inside her, but it had become bearable. The stabbing pain of the orc's immense cock hit her with each piston of the beast's hips, but she bore down and took it. It's throbbing pulsations inside her made her feel as if this tremendous flesh knife was readying to blow itself apart, leaving pieces of itself all through her cavity.
But this was not the case.
The orc thrust himself as deep as was able into the maidens wet, slick cunt and held himself there, hands digging into her hips all the harder. The orc felt his seed leave his balls, pass through his thick, wide cock flesh, to burst, in a great volume, from the slit in his wide knob. The back spray from the maiden's cunt was immediate and hard. A mix of his hot, syrupy cum, with the maidens dew, flew from the maiden's cunt where it encircled his blue member. It covered his hairless mound and shaft, flowing in slender rivers to his ball sack, then to the red blanket beneath him.
Eireen felt the explosion of the orc's cum, warm and thick, fill every crevice inside her to the brim. She felt the spread of this slick, viscous cum, and her own fluids, cover her firm, soft ass cheeks like a warm oil. Cum streamed from the orc's cock like a never ending spring. She knew instinctively that large volumes of orc seed had filled her womb. She held on, begging the gods for the orc to finish with her.
The chieftan of the orcs could feel his flow lessening, until it was completely stemmed. With a final, great howl he pulled himself from the maiden's stretched and destroyed cunt. With his mass removed, the mixture of his rich, warm cum, and the maiden's honey dew, dripped in large drops onto the blanket under him. With this, he rose and made his way back to the “Circle of the Six”.
Eireen felt the orc remove his huge, bloated cock from inside her, for the final time. She dropped to her belly on the red blanket, still gasping for breath. Her ass, cunt and inner thighs were coated with the orc's viscous cum, along with her own honey dew. She felt it begin to dry in the cool night air. She remained on her belly a few moments more, then turned over, her naked body exposed to the stars.
Almost immediately, an orc from those sitting around the fire placed a wooden bowl filled with warm water and a cloth next to her, then handed her another large goblet of wine. The orc remained silent, then returned to his clansmen around the fire.
Eireen took a full drink from the goblet of wine, waiting for it to numb her senses. She reached into the wooden bowl and removed the cloth. Using the warm, wet cloth she cleaned herself, scrubbing off the drying fluids from her body. After she was satisfied that nothing of her, or the orc, remained on her skin, she replaced the cloth in the wooden bowl. The water was now a milky white, with globs of white orc cum floating on its surface. She threw the bowl and its contents far to one side, then returned to her wine.
As Eireen drank down the wine, its warmth covering her body and dulling her senses, she looked to the other maidens. They were as she was, drinking wine from their grails as quickly as they were able. None of them looked at her, or any other of their companions. Shame filled their faces.
Eireen looked to the circle where the six mating orc's sat. She could hear nothing but, at intervals, she could see their mouths move, as if speaking. She saw flashes of their sharp white teeth, then looked away. She sought solace in her cup. Her ordeal was at an end, or so she thought.
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She drank down the last of her wine, letting its warmth cover her naked body as it numbed her senses. She didn't see the six mating orcs break their circle and return to their maidens. Eireen was almost in a state of drunkenness when the chief of the orcs returned to her. She looked up at him, face flushed with drink.
“Again,” the orc commanded. Eireen was dumbfounded. Why again? She thought. The virility of orc cum should mean only a single coupling would be necessary. With a confused look on her face, she complied.
As before, the orc took up position behind her and gripped her shoulders tightly. She could feel the wet between her legs and hoped this would make for a less painful experience. She could not have been more wrong.
Eireen felt the pressure of the orc's cock bulb against her tight, pink anus and instantly knew what was to happen. He was to take her as some men did boys. Before she could move, the orc pushed the knob of his cock past her small anus and into her rectal cavity. Her scream was long and loud.
The orc immediately saw blood surround and drip from her anus. He had torn its flesh open with his huge cock head. This did nothing to slow his entry into her rectum. He pushed more and more of his immense length and width into the screaming girl.
Tears flowed down Eireen's cheeks, the pain, a burning iron inside her. She felt her cavity stretch beyond limit as the orc's tremendous flesh arm filled it. She screamed over and over in utter agony. She felt a slick warm fluid run down her ass cheeks, onto her thighs. This can only be blood, she thought, mind blurred by the pain. She felt faint and thought sweet darkness would so take her.
The orc saw he had forced his entire massive member into the maiden's rectum. His grip on her shoulders had tightened, bringing her back to the light. His hairless mound now k
issed her torn anus. Blood bubbled and dripped around his cock, then onto the maiden's buttocks. He cared nothing for this and began the process of bringing himself to climax.
Eireen felt the gigantic flesh limb inside her being withdrawn. Bolts of pain like lightning strikes assaulted her senses. Every muscle in her body had tensed and refused to relax again. Hoarse screams still escaped her, but she felt her throat becoming sore again. She knew her screams would soon end, and harsh groans of pain would replace them. Nothing she could do would lessen the agonizing pain. Even as the orc's cock left her chamber, she knew it would be thrust back into her, with greater force than before. Tears continued to flow from her eyes.
The orc saw his huge flesh pole covered in maiden's blood, as it appeared from inside her. He felt it warm and slick on his shaft. Once only the bulbous tip of his member remained inside the tiny anus and rectum of the maiden, then a half second later he plunged it back into her, and so the repetition began.
Eireen's screams had evaporated into hoarse groans of pain. Each stab of the orc's enormous mass deep into her brought new and more intense pain. The orc was now fucking her asshole and insides like a beast in heat. The pain of this was unbearable. Eireen prayed for death.
The orc readied himself for his release. He pushed the meat of his massive phallus deep into the maiden's rectum and held his blood sprayed mound tightly against her ass cheeks. Then he released.
Eireen felt a jet of the orc's cum fill her rectum entirely, like water bursting from a pump under pressure. It relieved most of the pain. A thick barrier between the orc's enormous flesh and the torn flesh of her rectal walls.
She could hear the orc howling a ghastly sound.
Burst after burst of his thick cum, and the maiden's blood, struck his abdomen in a warm, pinkish spray. He was spewing his full volume of cum and seed into this tiny orifice and he knew it would not contain it all. As he spent himself, the spray became a bubbling ring around his tremendous cock flesh. This mix of his creamy seed and the maiden's blood forced its way onto the maiden's smooth ass cheeks and the rough, leathery skin of his belly.
He had filled her with his essence until he had no more. He pulled his phallic meat from the maiden, and saw it covered in blood and cum. He rose and returned to the “Circle of the Six”. He had completed the ritual. All would be as he imagined. Soon, he would have an offspring.
Eireen fell to her side as the long, wide cock of the orc was removed from her stretched anus and rectum. She felt destroyed. Drawing her legs to her chest with her arms, she lay slowly rocking back and forth. She could hear nor see nothing. Humiliation and pain made her blind and deaf.
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She didn't know how long she had remained on her side, rocking, but her senses had now returned to her. She felt the dried cum and blood on her ass cheeks and thighs. Eireen sat up and took in her near surroundings. The wooden bowl, with its cloth, and her large goblet of sour wine sat on a flat stone behind her. She took up the cup with both hands and swallowed as much of the bitter beverage as she could. Its calming effects soon hit her. Taking the warm cloth in her hand, she began to scrub the blood and orc cum that had caked on her body.
Eireen was done. Her body was racked with pain, but at least it was now clean. Sitting on the red blanket, she drank down her wine. The orcs could do nothing else to her. Her body had become completely theirs.
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Orcs moved to all the maidens, pulling them to their feet and bringing them to the fire. The “Circle of the Six” had disbanded. Each orc now sat at their place around the fire. Eireen didn't resist, she felt as if all her will had been taken from her. Whatever the orcs would do to her now, she didn't care.
The maidens stood near the pedestal wear their chieftan sat. Between them and he was an old orc. He looked ancient. He wore a shoulder cape of dark crimson. Next to him stood a smaller orc, clearly his apprentice. In his hands he held a box constructed from old wood and iron.
He approached Eireen. She stood her ground, not caring to retreat. The old orc reached into the box and retrieved a pendant. It was a ruby the size of a hen's egg, suspended from a silver chain, littered with fine writing. He placed this over her head and onto her shoulders. Then he spoke.
“You are now 'Revered Mothers',” he began. “A place has been made for you here, among us. It is here you shall live, giving life to our children.”
Eireen shuddered at the thought of repeating her ordeal.
“You will be treated as one of our clan,” the old orc informed all the maidens. “No orc can harm you while you wear the stone pendant. We will care for all your needs, so you will bear us strong, healthy offspring,” the old orc ended here.
Other orcs lead the women by the hand to their own huts, where they would live out their days.
Eireen sat on a bed of thick blankets, an oil lamp lighting the room. Visions started to appear to her. Many were jumbled and indiscernible, but one stood out clearly.
She saw an orc who was not an orc. He had the body and strength of an orc, but the face of a man.
This will be my son.
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THE END
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Carl's moans grew louder, and he pushed back with his slick, cum covered ass, even harder.
This is the gay version of "Creaming the Caretaker 2".
Dylan is an untouched young twink whose 'rents are about to be out of town for a whole month. Plenty of time to get into all KINDS of trouble... and all types of panties! If only his 'rents could trust him to be alone, that is...
Fortunately for a hot, horny stud like Dylan, they can't. Insert Carl, the sexy caretaker and epitome of a handsome older man, who promises to keep his eyes on him... all over him. Not only is he prepared to "take care of him" with his hands, chest and mouth, he even draws his dirty boy a hot, steamy bath and climbs in, ready to give ALL his parts some much needed one-on-one attention.
This chiseled top knows all the right words (and all the right moves) to get an inexperienced but oh-so eager Dylan out of his clothes and into a VERY vulnerable position... one that will keep him perpetually HARD and HORNY and cumming back for more!
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Music rose to a crescendo from Dylan's phone, marking the beginning of another school day. He reached over to the table and muted the phone. He was a senior at the local high school, who loved his classes, but hated school.
Dylan got up from bed and had his morning shower, afterward, as he did every day, he looked himself over in the mirror.
He was small for his age, barely standing five foot eight inches. His face was indescript and very forgettable. His mat of dark brown hair didn't compliment him at all. His chest was narrow, arms and legs, slim and lanky. Physically, he didn't stand out in any way.
Dylan was intelligent, a straight “A” student, but this was all “book smarts”. He knew little of the real world, preferring to immerse himself in fantasy role play games, rather than any team sport. He had two people who he could call “friends” and no girlfriend. The harassment at school had begun early in his life and had never stopped.
With eyes down, head low, he went to the kitchen for breakfast. He entered the kitchen to the resounding “Hello, honey” from his mother.
Dylan's mother, Elaine, was raising him alone, and had been all his life. She was tall and attractive. She never missed a chance to hit the gym. She was V.P. of Acquisitions for a major corporation, with headquarters in town. She lived to work, but still coddled Dylan every chance she got.
“Do you want some eggs, honey?”
She asked him this question eve
ry morning and, every morning the answer was the same.
“No thanks, mom. Just coffee,” he smiled at her with his thin, colorless lips.
“Honey, you know I'm going to Beijing for the next couple months, right?” she asked him.
“Yes, mom,” his voice held a note of disdain. She had told him this every day for the past two weeks.
“I'm leaving the day after tomorrow, but don't worry, a friend of mine from LA will be here to look after you,” this hit Dylan like a slap on the face.
“What?” he asked, also yelling. “Mom, I can look after myself.”
“Honey, you can't,” Elaine told him in a condescending voice. “You don't know how to cook, or wash, or pay the bills, or the hundred other things that need to be done. You'll like Carl, he's very nice.”
“Mom,” Dylan whined, grabbing up his laptop and books. “I'm old enough to take care of myself” he ended weakly. He walked out the door and headed toward school.
School was another day of being shoved up against lockers, insults and classes. Dylan took it as he did every day, waiting for the bell to ring so he could leave his own little hell.
The final bell rang and Dylan rushed to the door, anxious to be one of the first people to pass through it. This way, he avoided his tormentors. He was lucky today. No one accosted him and he was able to walk home in relative peace.
At home, he found his mother sitting on the couch with a handsome stranger. With wine glasses in hand, they laughed at each other's stories from their past.
“Here he is,” his mother had noticed Dylan and motioned him into the living room.
“This is Dylan, my pride and joy,” his mother beamed. Dylan cringed a little inside at the words. “Dylan, this is Carl, the best friend I've ever had.”
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