by Wade, Vixen
Orcs were a warrior breed with heavily muscled bodies, pointed ears and a total Alpha Male vibe. In fact, she’d never wanted to admit this to Randy (the loser skater boy with the bent cock who was so good at eating pussy) that sometimes, if she’d smoked enough weed, she’d fantasize that it was those monsters fucking her while Randy was busy licking his way to her second or third orgasm.
That had been a silly, nonsensical sexual fantasy. Escapism, nothing more. One in which powerful, dominant males, sticky with the blood of their enemies, took her as their prize, like a princess in some grown up Fairy Tale, and fucked her silly with their big, green cocks.
Much like they were doing to Aubrey this very minute.
Aubrey had been hired by the employment service that provided flight attendants for private charters specifically to compliment Veronica’s own dark eyes and dusky skin. She was a Texan, platinum blonde, with a fake rack as big as Veronica’s own tits. While Veronica had a classical beauty she could tart up when she chose, like a naughty librarian or disapproving school teacher with a slutty side; Aubrey was stripper beautiful, the total cliché of a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader, mixed with Las Vegas call girl.
Audrey had always like her boyfriends on the rough side, motorcycles, tattoos, the occasional prison record. But those outlaw bikers had a little ways to go before they could rival the Orc crew that were busy gangbanging her right now.
They were all down in the dirt. One of the fanged beasts lay flat on his back, thrusting upwards as if trying to disembowel the blonde. Aubrey rode him in a traditional cow girl fashion, letting her pussy slide up and down a thick and gnarled, but impressively long, shaft the color of avocados.
A second Orc crouched between the legs of the other, on his knees, his body adorned in swirling stripes of white and red war paint. His clawed hands circled the blonde woman’s waist and it was fucking her ass in quick, hard thrusts timed to synch with those of his brother thrusting up from beneath the woman.
Veronica could only imagine what it must be like to feel two thick cocks pounding both your holes at once, sandwiching your taint between their firm shafts, two big sets of balls slapping into you like a drummer on meth banging the bongos.
This wasn’t all there was to the carnal scene. A third one, golden hoop through a squashed, pig-like nose, red eyes under a heavy caveman brow, stood in front of Aubrey, his big clawed feet on either side of the supine Orc’s head. His thickly muscular arms reached out in front of him and held the blonde human woman by the back of her head, guiding her mouth up and down the length of his shaft.
He was going deep, pushing far enough to make her gag and cough with each inward stroke, but that didn’t seem to be stopping her from rolling her hips hard against the two thrusting cocks working her over in tandem. Again, Veronica felt a sudden crazy surge of curiosity to know what that would feel like.
She knew her thoughts were irrational. Knew she should be more amazed and less aroused by the events unfolding her. But there had been too much strangeness happening too quickly. She would either accept that what was, was, or go stark raving mad.
Quietly, she dropped to the ground from the plane.
The wet slapping, and bestial groans of the triple penetration orgy carried easily to her through the cool, dry air. She felt hypnotized as she began walking toward the sex scene. The Orcs were muscled like body builders; rounded shoulders, massive biceps, heavy pecs and bulging thighs. Their jaws were square, built like those of a lion or wolf, to support the tusk like fangs that curled upward from them.
They weren’t human, she realized, still in that strange daze. They would fuck her with an abandon like nothing she’d ever known. They’d take her and use her and she’d feel those fat green cocks sliding in and out of her, every orifice filled. She wondered what their cocks tasted like, what their cum tasted like.
She thought it would be thick, and really warm. She imagined it splashing across her tits in pearly ropes, hanging off her chin, dripping like frosting. Hot, salty frosting.
She heard a growl and turned.
Two Orcs stood a little ways off from the gangbang. They watched their brothers fucking the human, cocks out and erect, masturbating, as they waited for their turns with the big-tittied blonde. They looked over at Veronica in obvious surprise.
The bigger one, covered swirling tribal tattoos running across his face and neck, growled in a feral voice, showing yellow, tusked fangs capable of ripping a person’s throat out in a single swipe. Cocks out, meaty hands still working them, the two began walking toward Veronica. The smaller one snarled and pointed at her.
She knew what they wanted and got down on her knees.
The big one came up and snatched her by the back of the head, fingers sliding into her hair like a cowboy grabbing the reins of a horse. Smirking, he bent her head back so that she was forced to look up at him. He shook his cock. If possible, it seemed to grow thicker, the head taking on the bright purple color of a plum.
With his other hand, he squeezed it at the base and flopped it across her lips, slapping her lightly. She smelled the unwashed musk of his crotch as the meaty weight struck her face. Obediently, terrified to refused, and strangely hunger for it, she gave him what he wanted and opened her mouth.
His grunt was bestial, a ferocious sound, completely animalistic. He pushed his hard cock into her mouth, and instantly, she latched onto it with her lips. It filled her oral cavity, making her jaw ache as he immediately began see-sawing it in and out. In only a couple of thrusts, the massive mule dick began gagging her. She coughed, saliva filling up her mouth until drool leaked out around her lips, smearing his shaft and pooling in the wild thatch of his public hair.
Behind her the other one reached down roughly between her legs with a great paw-like hand. Thick fingers found her at the crease and he lifted, forcing her ass into the air. Her body bounced back and forth with the motions of her sucking off the other Orc warrior. Her pussy started leaking body fluids as copiously as her mouth when a blunt fingertip parted her labial folds and pushed in.
The one behind her was rough and impatient to be in her. He shoved his finger in deep without waiting for her body to respond, the leathery digit sliding in and out, crudely smearing her own natural lubrications around the lips of her opening.
Abruptly, the finger pulled clear.
She knew what was coming and mentally braced herself for the invasion. The Orc behind her grasped her narrow waist in both hands. His finger felt wet and sticky against her soft flesh, and she felt her own vaginal juice smearing on her skin as he gripped her, and pulled her ass back toward him.
Instantly, she felt the oversized head of his cock on her vaginal lips. There was a moment of resistance, he was too big, she wasn’t ready. She felt the painful pressure building as the brute pushed harder. She tried to protest but her voice was muffled as the one fucking her face pushed his own green and purple erection deeper into her mouth.
There was a wild moment of panicked discomfort. A huge dick hammered into her throat, fairly vibrating with the pleasure the thing felt as he used her mouth. She choked louder, coughed up more spit. Behind her the thing mounting her like a stallion dug its sticky fingers into the ready handles of her bent thighs and pushed himself all the way in. She cried out as the massive shaft rammed home, sliding balls deep in a single, violent thrust.
Her mouth opened to cry a protest just as the one in front of her pushed forward with his own cock and it slid down her throat. The cocks inflamed her, it was an incredible experience, this feeling of being filled up so completely. Her sudden ability to deep throat relieved the feeling of suffocation and she let the fat shaft glide in, nose pressed cruelly against the warrior’s pubic hair.
She put a hand up on his heavily muscled thigh in an attempt to support herself as the Orc grabbed up the back of her head in both his hands, pulling her toward him as he pounded her mouth. She squeezed the muscles of his leg, a part of her mind marveling at the coiled power there.
> Her lips felt tenderized, stretched tight around the animal dick and sliding into the Orc’s hips. She given more than few blowjobs in her day. She enjoyed the playful feeling of power she felt watching men squirm under her tongue, hearing their groans. She liked feeling cum spurt into her mouth, and, more than once, across her face. It made her feel dirty and capable in a fun way.
This face fucking was something altogether different.
Her eyes watered as the Orc used her mouth like a cunt. The experience was rough, but she felt like she was taking on a challenge. She could endure what he was dishing out. This feeling of power wasn’t playful at all, it was fucking intense. She gagged, she cried so that her makeup, perfectly applied to impress Smash House and Kevin Connor, streaked her face, but she wasn’t upset.
Instead she was adrenalized. Bring it, you green sonofabitch, she thought. Once, in fifth grade she’d gotten in a fight with a bully girl on the bus. She’d kicked her ass and this feeling now, as she heard the Orc lean back his head and howl like a wolf with pleasure, was like that.
She was getting throatfucked, but she was kicking his ass. It made her want to cum.
Behind her, the other one slammed himself in and out of her. Her vagina was making plenty of lubricant now and he slid in and out easily, despite the fact she was so completely filled up, with his cock. She didn’t think she could have taken even a millimeter more of thickness. She felt the heavy river of the dorsal vein, pulsing in time with the warrior’s own pounding heart. The force of each contraction throbbed against the soft inner walls of her pussy,
She was doing this, she realized. Fucking her was making this cold, aloof and violent super-alpha male crazy, making his heart race. A shudder rippled through her body as he continued fucking her. The heavy bag of his balls slapped her on each thrust. Her ears were so filled with the sounds of their grunts that she couldn’t hear her own moans.
She felt the liquid burning of an orgasm building up from inside her. She was so wet now there was a damp, organic sound to the slap of those massive testicles. She was moving back and forth between them so forcefully her tits swung and jiggled. The pull as they bounced was a surprisingly pleasant sensation, and her nipples stiffed of their own accord.
She felt her dampness seeping down her leg as, almost impossibly, the Orc warrior picked up his pace. Her orgasm built, and she unconsciously bore down on his shaft with the slick muscles of her inner vagina. That was enough. He snorted like a bull and she felt his cock quiver then stutter as he ejaculated.
Hot sperm rushed out and splashed inside her, warmer even than her own feminine depths. The feeling of the gushing load soaking her was the finally push she needed and she came hard. She pulled her face free of the Orc’s crotch and screamed as the one mounting her from behind rammed his dick home, sending vibrational shocks up through her body.
“Uhngh, uhngh,” he groaned and collapsed against her, pushing her down with his weight.
She felt inebriated with the force of her orgasm. Goosebumps rippled across her flesh and she felt her toes curling at the overwhelming physicality of the experience. The Orc slipped free, and she felt suddenly empty, her pussy throbbing, inflamed from the pounding she had taken.
The Orc at her head snarled in frustration.
She realized in a sudden panic that if he turned her around to finish, her already abused vagina would be subjected to another heavy cock-beating, she didn’t think she could compensate for another assault so quickly. She had to do something.
Quickly, she bent her face and engulfed his penis in her mouth again, sucking firmly and running her tongue along the curved ridges of his prickhead. Reaching up, she wrapped her hand around the thick shaft. Her fingers were tiny next to the phallus, and she barely encircle it.
She began jacking him off, head bobbing on his shaft. It was over quickly. The Orc lifted up on his toes, grunting and hooting in sudden spasms of noise. Incredibly, his cock swelled even more and cables of cum jettisoned out of the pee-hole.
Warm, salty Orc cum filled her mouth, making her gag. She swallowed quickly but some still spilled out over her full lips and hung in threads from her chin. A heavy loop of the pearly jam broke free and dropped onto her bare tits.
She lay there, panting.
All around her, the derelict wrecks of a thousand boats and ships lay scattered like roadside trash. Sprinkled liberal among them was an almost equal number of planes. She idly wondered, if this was her fate, then what had happened to the others?
The Orc sex had been wonderful, even liberating in its own way. But where were the men? Were they used in the same manner? Forced to work? Dear God, eaten? There were too many mysteries here.
Her lips and face glazed with the Orc’s sperm, she felt copious amounts of more cum leaking from her pussy. These beast men came so much! She thought, suppressing a giggle.
She felt great, laying there in the strange red dirt of an alien dimension. The lips of her vagina throbbed slightly, but it wasn’t unpleasant, rather like the feeling after getting a good, hard, workout at the gym.
She wanted more green cock, she decided.
Eventually, she would have to find her way home, she knew, but for now she was just going to lay here for a moment and enjoy the sensation of having been fucked seven ways from Sunday. It was selfish, she supposed, but what the hell, if you found yourself in a rip-tide it was always wiser to swim with the current rather than fight against.
If swimming with the current here meant more group sex with these magnificent, animal intense, beast men, then so be it. A girl should always land on her feet, she told herself.
One of the Orcs said something to her in a flat, deep voice. For the first time she noticed the coiled whip and sheathed sword hanging from the Orc’s combat harness. One of the others, the one who’d fucked her mouth so vigorously, drew a length of rope off his equipment belt and approached her.
She understood something then, in a sudden insight. These creatures were raiders, most likely slavers. They hunted the forest of wrecks looking for survivors of the…she struggled for a moment trying to find a term. Survivors of the crossing, she finally guessed. The crossing through the Bermuda Triangle.
Aubrey began shouting angrily. Veronica looked over and saw the blonde girl’s hands being lashed with a length of rope as well. She was struggling a little, but the Orc slavers had little problems overwhelming her with their superior size and strength.
“Don’t be a douche-canoe, Aubrey,” Veronica said as her own wrists were tied. She starting to wonder why she’d ever liked the difficult bitch.
She breathed in and, over the scent of her own sex, she smelled the Orc. He smelled like wild animal, primal and powerful. She felt her vagina stirring.
Jesus, she thought, I can’t get enough, even after the fucking of a lifetime.
She considered trying to suck this one’s dick to get him horny again for one more fuck before they headed out to wherever they were going to. She never got the chance.
3.
The air rattled and a crack loud as thunder split the calm. Wincing away from the sudden fury of sound, Veronica abruptly smelled the sulfuric reek of brimstone burning. A sudden brilliant light appeared out of thin air.
She blinked, holding her hands up to deflect some of the intense brilliance. She saw what she could only describe as a tear rip open out of seemingly nowhere in middle of thin air. More of the blinding golden light spilled through.
The Orcs began screaming at each other in their own language, all of them yanking weapons free. A huge, black figure, a massive silhouette against the light burst forth like Athena from the head of Zeus; fully formed and ready to do battle.
“Skavis!” One Orc screamed, though Veronica had no idea what that meant. Two others echoed one another’s shouts, bellowing, “the Magi.”
Magi? she had time to think, then the giant was upon them.
The newcomer was to the Orcs what the alpha Orc was to a human male. If the beast men were hea
vily muscled, then this thing the Orcs called ‘the Magi’ was a lion among jackals. Under metal and lacquered bamboo armor, which glowed with a faint purple tinge, the blue skinned monster attacked using a massive, studded-metal club as a weapon.
In a single swing, he took the head off the Orc standing nearest her, pulverizing the skull to jelly and spraying her with blood. The think was magnificent; heavy tusked jaw protruding in a square from out of what she recognized as a Samurai warrior helmet.
Thanks to Randy, who’s skill at eating her out had kept him around longer than his slacker ways would have normally, and his constant loop of bong hits, pizza, and World of Warcraft, she recognized the thing, or thought she did.
It was an ogre.
Two of the slavers leapt to the attack, and he swung his iron club, mangling them with sudden blows and sending their broken bodies rolling sideways like an elephant swatting away a fly with its tail. The pair screamed pitifully as they flew, then landed hard, like loose sacks of meat, and were still.
Their blood formed muddy ponds in the reddish sand.
Veronica felt her heart racing in her chest. Behind her the final two members of the slaver party turned and fled, leaving their spoils behind without a second glance. Aubrey began crying. Veronica looked up at the creature as it loomed over her, light still spilling out at its back from the rip in reality.
She dropped to her knees in submission and bowed her head so as to avoid the giant thing’s terrifying gaze.
“Master,” she said.
The thing stepped closer, towering above her. She looked up, feeling almost as if she had entering a fugue state. The thing bent and lifted a wide hand still dripping from the blood of his enemies. A single finger reached out to touch her forehead.
“Sleep,” he commanded.
Before blackness smothered her in a comforting, warm blanket, she had time to realize she’d understood the monster clearly.
He had spoken in perfect English.
