Reemek snarled in anger. Blood Hammer slowly began to smile.
"I was going to claim you myself before you are sent away to the pleasure tents." He placed a huge hand on her belly, slipping it into the tatters of her gown. "Would you not be glad to carry the pups of a warlord?"
The thought was revolting.
"Never!" she cried.
"Yes, you're right, slave. You do not deserve my seed. I have someone far better for you."
Blood Hammer walked past her to the fur covering the entryway. He shouted something out to the orcs beyond and was answered with laughter. The warlord returned with a withered old goblin with eyes askew. The goblin's tongue lolled out of its mouth and it walked with a bouncing gait that reminded Brittany of a parade pony. On his head the goblin wore a tin cap that seemed fitted into the flesh of his bald scalp.
"I'll see you bred by my jester," laughed Blood Hammer. "You're fit for this mad old goblin's seed. Not mine."
"No!" cried Brittany, holding her torn blouse against her breasts.
"Breed girl?" asked the goblin.
"That's right, Burbur, you get the pretty human. She will do whatever you like, or she I will become very, very angry with her." Blood Hammer hefted his namesake weapon. "Go on, my silly little gobbo. Have her how you'd like. Make it entertaining. Reemek and I will rate your performance."
The two orcs pulled the map table aside to make room. Blood Hammer sat down on a wooden throne. Reemek stood in front of the fur that covered the entrance to the bunker.
The goblin was hunched over and barely taller than the princess's navel. Burbur wet his thin lips with the loose snake of his tongue and advanced on Brittany. She backed away from him, but stopped when she caught sight of the orc warlord idly brandishing his hammer. She knew the savagery of the orcs. She had no choice but to obey whatever perverse demand the goblin made of her.
She trembled as the wild-eyed little beast came closer. He wiggled his fingers indecisively and flicked his eyes here and there at Brittany's curves bursting out from her ruined bodice and gown.
"Mmmmmm pretty flesh. Show me all."
She hesitated and Blood Hammer growled, "Do it."
She pulled her arms from the bodice and the gown slipped away from her shoulders. She looked down at her bare feet in the dirt as her breasts were exposed to the mad old goblin. He cackled at the sight of them. She continued, averting her gaze as she removed her skirt and slipped the torn gown from her hips. It left only her barest undercloth, cinched tight against her maiden's mound and the plump roundness of her bottom.
The goblin did not ask. His bony hand darted out and seized the yarn cords holding on Brittany's undercloth. She let out a cry as he pulled the cords tight and then kept pulling until the snapped. His fingers tore the cloth down her quivering thighs and exposed the dark silky thatch of hair on her sex. The pale mounds of her ass were red where the cord had bit into it before snapping.
She yelped and stumbled back a step. Her jiggling bottom collided with a camp chair and the princess tumbled helplessly backwards, onto her back, with her shapely thighs apart and her bottom raised on the chair.
"Flower!" cried out Burbur. "Prettty!"
He fell upon her, his bony hands grabbing her thighs and his long tongue driving into the hot furrow of Brittany's cunt. She yowled like a cat as the goblin's eager tongue pushed into her virgin hole. It encountered her maidenhead and thankfully did not press deeper, but its tongue lapped hungrily at her dewy mound and the swollen bud of her clit. She squirmed and tried to sit up, but she was in an awkward position with her head bent on the floor and her huge tits flopping into her face.
"Haha! Look at him have his taste!" laughed Blood Hammer.
Burbur moaned in a raspy voice and his tongue squirmed and licked inside and out of Brittany's tender cove. The sensation was alien and revolting and felt incredible. His tongue lapped at her anus and she clenched tight.
The tip of his tongue darted against her puckering hole. She kicked her legs helplessly in the air as the absurd goblin licked her from ass to pussy and back again and again. His tongue drove her to the brink of a shameful orgasm.
Her toes curled a she whimpered with sick pleasure. This was not what she wanted. To be made to cum by this foul little beastie. But she could not hold back. As the goblin's tongue rampaged in her virgin ass, pleasure exploded through her body. Her big breasts shook with powerful tremors. Her muscles clenched around the goblin's invading tongue. He squealed with delight and sucked at her flesh.
The wee goblin leaped up without warning and tore aside the soiled cloth wrapped around its slender hips.
"Behold, the mighty bludgeon of Burbur!" laughed Blood Hammer.
"Behold!" agreed the goblin. "My tee blubbon!"
Brittany lifted her sweaty, dizzy head and slid off the camp chair. She looked at the goblin and almost burst out laughing herself. The pale green pelvis of the goblin was the home to a tiny acorn of a penis surrounded by a little ring of folded skin. But the next words from the mad goblin's mouth strangled any laughter in the princess's throat.
"Suck! Suck me blubbon!"
The goblin hopped up on the camp chair and waggled his hips back and forth. The princess only had to hear the metal rasp of Blood Hammer shifting his weapon to know she must obey Burbur. He seized her hair with both hands and yanked her head against his stinking loins. Her eyes watered at the unwashed smell. She reluctantly parted her lips and bathed the velvet knuckle of the goblin's cock with her tongue. It slowly began to grow from her attention. The sour taste made her gag and both Reemek and Blood Hammer laughed at her misery.
"A goblin's cock is sweet as honey!" chuckled the warlord. "Wait until you taste its seed."
The thought was revolting to the prim princess. She lifted her mouth away from his horrid little cock.
"Please," whimpered Brittany, wiping the tears from her eyes. She did not know how much more she could stand. She just wanted it all to end.
"Listen to that, Burbur," laughed the warlord. "She wants more. She's begging for it."
He stuffed the wee nut of his cock between Brittany's lips. She stopped fighting it and she began to suck. There was no more willingness to pretend she was a princess or even a human, at least for the time being. The orc warlord was right, she realized. She was a slave.
"Good, good," shrieked Burbur, thrusting his little hardening cock into her mouth.
His prick stiffened from an acorn to a thumb of swollen meat. She took the whole thing in her mouth with ease and sucked at it, trying to please the goblin. The beastie's stinking balls slapped against her chin. He held her head still and thrust wildly into her mouth. His narrow hips worked and his cock, small though it was, filled Brittany's mouth with its rancid flavor.
"That's it," laughed Blood Hammer. "Like a rabid wolf have its way with the fair maiden's face."
Burbur growled and yipped like a dog as he thrust his hot little cock between Brittany's oval lips and over her curling tongue. The salty tang of his precum dripped against the back of her throat. She closed her eyes and sucked air through her nose, suppressing a gag at the foul goblin's smell as he rutted into her sucking mouth.
His frenzied thrusting reached its climax quickly. He held Brittany's head painfully tight and his prick throbbed between her lips. Hot pulses of bitter goblin cum pumped against her throat and she swallowed each as it spurted out. Her throat grew tacky with his semen and she felt it in her belly, sloshing along with his other fluids. It was a sickeningly large amount, but the princess's fear of the hammer kept it all in her mouth as she ensured the goblin was satisfied.
"Ahhhhh good! Happy! Burbur happy!"
The goblin dragged its already-shrinking cock from between her lips. She opened one eye and looked up at the beastie, glad this latest ordeal was over.
"Bravo!" declared Blood Hammer. "Well done, jester. An extra spit of meat for you tonight."
"Yay!" squealed Burbur as he hopped up and down with delight. "More food
!"
The goblin jester grabbed his soiled loincloth and cartwheeled out of the bunker. Reemek stepped aside and the triumphant goblin disappeared through the hanging fur. Brittany was able to catch her breath and lick the last taste of goblin semen from her full lips. She knew only despair.
"Throw a bucket of water on her," said Blood Hammer. "Take her to my tent. Since Burbur neglected to sow the seed of his loins, I suppose I will take the time to do so."
He waved his clawed hand dismissively.
Reemek picked Brittany up beneath her arms. He tossed her piss-soaked dress and underclothes onto a refuse pile and marched her naked through the camp. At a watering hole, goblins and orcs and even ogres washed the blood and grime from their bodies using tin buckets of water.
Reemek fetched on and upended it over Brittany's head. The orcs jeered as she was forcibly bathed. It took four buckets of the shockingly cold water to clean the princess. She still felt dirty. The water could not wash away the shame that soiled her flesh. She stared sullenly into the gathering night, shivering with cold and hoping that she might catch some dreadful disease and perish from it.
The warlord's tent was not much finer than those around it. Reemek pushed her inside and she stumbled and fell onto her hands and knees among Blood Hammer's sleeping furs. She realized her round ass presented an invitation to the orc and she quickly sat up.
"Do not disappoint him," said Reemek. "I am told he is gentle if you satisfy him, but he has broken the neck of more than one slave that failed in that task."
Brittany nodded and wiped away a fresh welling of tears.
"And do not cry," he snapped. "It makes your face puffy and fat. Perhaps he will like you so much that he will set you free."
Brittany failed to detect the orc's joking tone. In her desperate state, she latched onto what the orc said and thought about freedom anew. She believe that if she satisfied this cruel orc, she might buy her way to freedom. Reemek departed, leaving her to her fantasy of a new life.
Alone in the tent, Brittany pulled the furs over her naked body and descended into an exhausted sleep. She dreamed that she was on fire. Her body burned and burned until it was a cindered log, spitting out sparks in the depths of flames. It was a heat she could not deny.
She awoke to the sound of the tent's flap opening and closing. She realized her hand was closed between her thighs and fingers cradled the juicy mound of her quim. She was on her belly. It was too late to turn as the heavy boots of the orc warlord approached.
Blood Hammer yanked the fur from her body, exposing the full roundness of her curves to the moonlight filtered through the tent's canvas. She shuddered and resisted the urge to cover up. Instead she shifted her thighs and presented herself to him. Her fingers touched her sex. She raised her bottom.
"You have been waiting for me," said the red-haired orc. "Good. We may yet make a pleasure slave out of you."
There was a certain heaviness to his words. Brittany thought it might mean the big orc had been drinking or imbibing some other substance. She resolved that whatever he did to her, she would not deny herself pleasure.
Blood Hammer dropped to his knees on the furs behind her. His huge hands stroked the backs of her legs, calloused orc to smooth human skin, rasping up to her thighs and her buttocks. He squeezed her bottom, roughly and gently, spreading her and exposing her pink pucker. His fingers brushed past her hand and he stroked the hot velvet of the princess's cunt. Her head lifted and she moaned and pushed back against him.
"That's it," chuckled the orc. "I can feel the heat. You've been thinking of me, haven't you?"
"Yessss," the princess moaned.
He rubbed two fingers the length of her slit, gathering up her honey before sample it with a wet smack of his lips. He rolled her into her back and she saw his massive silhouette as a bull hunched over her. His savage faced dropped between the creamy purity of her thighs and his lips met her sex. His kiss was gentle, bristly, and his tongue was fat and slow. He licked the length of her and brushed his hot tongue over and over her clit. His eyes stared up at her. She could not look away, but she bit her fingertip to quiet her cries of pleasure.
"So sweet," he murmured, his words vibrating in her cunt. "You've not had your pussy sucked by an orc. It always makes human girls squeal with pleasure."
He spread her thighs wide and clamped his mouth over her juicy peach. For a moment, she thought he meant to bite her and then she felt the delicious suction. It was hot and wet and pulled at her delicate lips. It drew out her clit even further and her aching bud strained against the sucks the huge orc gave to her. His spit and her juices spilled down her ass and dripped onto the furs beneath her. She moaned loudly, arching her back and thrusting against Blood Hammer's eager mouth.
Brittany had played with her body before. She knew the tightening of pleasure for what it was and the delicious, explosive release against his mouth. She wailed a wordless praise to the gods as her body rippled with contractions. The orc sucked so hard it almost hurt, but instead it produced the most exquisite pleasure, prolonged and easily eclipsing any fondling in the bath or beneath her blanket late at night.
He withdrew his mouth, wiping it on the back of his arm. She was still shuddering with pleasure as he climbed atop her. His loincloth was gone and she felt the huge, blunt tip of his cock knocking between her thighs and grazing her sensitive groove.
He stroked her hair and bent his face down to her. His kiss was as tender as it was unexpected. She resisted for a moment, yielded, and then her lips parted and his tongue was invading her mouth. She sighed against the intrusive kiss. It was unpleasant, beery, even nearly gagging, but his passion could not be denied. Her tongue fenced back and she was drawn into the hot war of lust between their lips.
The kiss was an ample distraction for the moment the virgin princess had feared. His cock pressed against her velvet channel. The mighty orc thrust his hips and forced his cock inside her, opening her and stretching her tight quim as he drove inside her. His cock tore through her maidenhead with a sharp stab of pain and then he was buried deep within her. Her cunt was stretched so tightly around his fat cock that she could not be sure where her aching cunt ended and his straining meat began.
He ended the kiss, leaving her to gasp as he pushed his body up on his arms and pressed his hips against her. He stared into her eyes as he claimed Brittany's virgin prize. His huge stones shifted and dropped against her ass. His cock collided with her cervix and stretched her womb beneath him.
"Your virgin sex is a vice around me," groaned the orc. "I will not last long."
She nodded her head, understanding what he meant, but too struck by the sensations of his cock inside her that she could not even properly form words. He began to move within her, bulging her belly, shaking her breasts with each powerful stroke. Her mouth fell open in a steady gasping sound, like steam escaping a kettle just before a full boil. Her cunt was churning with the heat from her dreams. The orc's mighty staff claimed and ruled the stretched softness of her pussy.
"Gaaaah, gods, I would see those udders swing!" roared the orc.
He savagely rolled Brittany onto her belly, holding her spitted on his cock as he turned her and then lifted her onto her hands and knees. He began to pound his cock into her. Each thrust swung her breasts as he had desired. Her tits hung so low that her fat nipples grazed the furs. His muscular legs slapped against her round ass and sent wave up her cheeks that rippled through to her tits.
"Yes, yes," grunted Blood Hammer. "Look at that pretty arsehole squeeze. You'll have it filled again and again. All the orc cock you want, you insatiable bitch."
She wailed at his words, anger and fear resurfacing in equal measure, but tempered by the hot clench of her channel around his thrusting cock. The massive orc ruled her body and his huge cock was the scepter of his command. Her orgasm struck her with a violence that frightened her. She arched beneath him and thrust her quaking breasts upward as her bottom and head bore the weight of her body.
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"Aaaaaaaaaahhh!" roared the orc, slamming deep into her clutching cunt. "My seed boils!"
His cock jerked against her shuddering walls. She felt his cum pumping into her, each throb of release adding another push of pressure to her flooded tunnel. His thrusts took on a lewd, wet note as his copious cum oozed out of Brittany's cunt and smeared the fleshy pillar of his shaft.
The orc drew his cock from her cream-stuffed sheath the moment he was satisfied. It left her with a slurp. She gasped, emptied of his iron, and feeling dizzy in the afterglow of her own pleasure. A filthy river of cum oozed from her stretched hole. She looked up at him with a dazed smile.
"Will...will you release me now?"
He looked at her for a moment and blinked. His laughter cut through her more viciously than any blade he could have used. The princess realized the folly of hoping for freedom and, worse, understood her own complicity in her surrender to the mighty orc. She drew her knees against her chest and rolled onto her side.
"You can rest a while longer," said Blood Hammer. "No matter how good your little royal cunt, it won't earn you freedom, nor will I keep you as my pet. You are going to the pleasure tents."
She wept and did not sleep. The huge orc busied himself with cleaning his hammer and chain armor and then noisily devoured a platter of roast pig. When dawn came, Reemek arrived at the tent to collect her. She was so tired the gray sky hurt her eyes. He marched her naked through the camp. Here and there were human women among the orcs, being defiled or serving the orcs willingly. Their cries of pleasure and pain no longer terrified her.
The pleasure tents were an uneven row of a dozen hide tents. Orcs and goblins congregated around them and the whole area had the stink of a latrine. Several orcs pawed at Brittany as she was marched past them. Reemek no longer protected her and the orcs grabbed her breasts and smacked her ass so hard it left painful red welts. They finally reached the last tent in the line. He peeled back the flap and Brittany heard grunting and soft moans from within.
"Here," said Reemek. "Your friend in this one."
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