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Encounter Four - Surrender
You are confident in your abilities as a swordswoman and at least somewhat so in your knowledge of the arcane arts, but this ogre is something different. He must weigh a thousand pounds and he could bash your head into jelly with a single blow from that club. No, this is not a foe you can defeat.
Your shoulders sag. You draw your sword only to toss it away and raise your hands in surrender to the approaching ogre. His expression of rage droops into surprise and then a rot-mouthed grin as he realizes you have given up.
"Ha ha ha! It wise you see when beaten." The ogre stops before you and puffs up his chest. "Do not worry. Torgo be sooo gentle you feel love."
Your heart surges with terror as he seizes you in his two huge hands. His calloused palms are rough around your sides and his thumbs, each nearly as big as your wrist, reach to your breasts and press into the soft flesh there as he lifts you up. He looks at you with his tiny black eyes. He lifts you up to his face and presses your loincloth to his wide, warty nose. You feel the suck of his loud sniffing.
"So sweet!" he chortles. "You maiden?"
"Y-yes," you admit as he continues to sniff at your quim through your loincloth.
You feel a sudden wetness pressing into your inner thigh. It slithers up your leg and into your loincloth, as big as a spade. You look down and realize it's the ogre's huge, pink tongue. It soaks your loincloth and laps against your cunt.
The heat of that tongue is not without its pleasure. It is rough and he licks you hard, dragging at your tender lips and raising the bead of your clit. Despite your fear of the ogre, you find yourself laughing and squirming against his licking tongue that fills your underwear.
"Aaaahhhh!" you cry. "Please. It tickles!"
The ogre snorts and snuffles between your thighs, lifting you up above his head and tearing your loincloth away. His tongue wraps from front to back, cradling your quim and spreading your ass in a single long lick. You squirm against him, feeling your pleasure grow.
When he pulls you lower, to his fat lips, he opens his mouth and sucks at your entire mound. It's as if he's sucking the juice from a ripe piece of fruit. No matter how disturbing, the pleasure is undeniable. You find yourself thrusting your hips and grinding your quim and clenching ass against his ravishing tongue.
His tongue smoothes the way for his huge fingers and these claim your maidenhead with a blunt thrust that skewers quim and ass in the same stroke. You wail with pain, a hot trickle of your innocence spilling down your thigh. He laughs and licks it away as if it as sweet as your cum. Perhaps to an ogre, it is.
Torgo drops you gently to the floor at his feet and falls so heavily to his knees that the floor shakes beneath you. He leans back and pulls the rope wrapped round his furred loincloth. An unwashed scent assault you and the massive, veined and lumpy hose of his pale cock flops out. He fondles it with his hand, the root of it as thick as your wrist and the apple tip pierced with a silver ring and dripping with precum.
"Suck cock," he growls.
Your heart heaves at the thought, but you offer him no resistance. You crawl over to him, nose wrinkling at his foul smell even as you embrace the hot weight of his member, cradling it against your breasts and pressing your tongue to the tip.
Your lick probes the ring and salty-sweet precum and the finger-width slit. He groans and watches with delight. His huge bollocks rest against your thighs, his shaft covering the distance from your waist to your head. You lean into his huge cock and bathe its stinking ridges with your tongue. You try not to think about what foulness this huge brute has bedded as your tongue and smacking lips drag him clean.
"So good," groans the ogre. "Human pretty. Human good."
You stroke him with your body. With your breasts and hands and your rolling hips. Your juices wet his huge stones as you grind against him. You open your mouth wide, just barely fitting the tip of his cockhead into your mouth and sucking at hit. His huge, rough hand caresses your slender back as you try to pleasure him. You force your mouth wider, you take him into it, his huge, hot velvet apple tip totally filling your mouth. You suck hard and stroke with both hands.
Torgo laughs with pleasure and watches your efforts. Drool spills down his shaft and drips to his balls. He suddenly lifts you up and turns you onto your back. His cock is against you before you can protest. Your eyes fly open wide at the thought that he is about to kill you with his hugeness.
"Calm human," he laughs, pinning your squirming body down. "I not hurt you."
He's wrong about that, at least in the immediate sense. His cock invades your virgin quim with the force of a battering ram. The hugeness of it stretches you painfully. It slides deeper and it feels as if there is not even enough room inside your body for it. You life your head and your horror only grows as you can see your abdomen bulging around his huge cock.
"Gods, it hurts!" you cry.
"So tight," laughs Torgo. "Fuck you slow."
He keeps to his word, at least at first, pushing deeper and deeper and then slowly pulling back. Each inward thrust of the ogre's cock feels as if it is shifting everything inside your body. Each backwards stroke feels as if it might pull it all out. Somehow, despite this agony, you begin to feel pleasure. It begins as just the pain slowly numbing and then it becomes a warmth that spreads through your body.
"Ohhhhh," you moan.
"You like ogre cock," declares Torgo. "I give you more."
"No! Please!"
It's too late. He begins to rut into you faster and deeper. Your belly bulges. Your stretched cunt makes loud, lewd slurping sounds. Your breasts jiggle with each thrust. Despite the new fury of his assault on your tender channel, the pleasure only grows. You gasp and buck beneath him. You cradle your tits in your hands and pluck at the nipples, sending spikes of pleasure to add to the growing bonfire inside your body.
The ogre leans over you now. His body and fat face are distorted by gravity. He grunts with each thrust and has to hold you with one hand to keep you from sliding away from him. Your pleasure is reaching its summit. A pinnacle you thought impossible just minutes before when he revealed this fearsome cock to you.
"Yes," you moan. "Yes, fuck me!"
"Cum for you human!" he bellows. "Fill you with seed!"
"Yes! Oh, gods forgive me, yes. Cum inside me."
The ogre grits his teeth and howls through them. You feel the mighty buck of his cock as it throbs inside your stretched tunnel. A hot flood of cum bursts against your cervix. A single spurt fills your tender womb. Each throb is a new wave of spewing semen that overflows your basted fucktunnel and spurts out in white streams from your stuffed cunt.
Your orgasm clamps back against the ogre's throbbing cock. You feel each lump, each ridge, each mighty twitch and gush of hot seed. It drives you wild. You arch and thrust against him as the pool of cum spreads beneath you.
Finally, the tensions releases from both of you. Torgo, struggling to breathe, rocks back on his knees and extracts the slowly deflating hose of his cock from your creamed trench with a loud pop. You feel the gush of trapped cum spilling out of your pussy. You look up at the ogre and smile. Love fills your heart. You know, distantly, that it is the magic of the maze controlling your mind. It doesn't matter. The love is real.
"Thank you, Torgo," you moan.
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Encounter Fifteen - Attack
Your lips tighten into a grim smile. You draw your sword knowing there is little chance you can defeat four hulking werewolves. That does not mean you are going to kneel before them and beg for their bestial cocks. You'll take at least one of them to the abyss with you.
"A spirited bitch," laughs the alpha.
He launches himself at you, claws out and snarling mouth open and trailing saliva. You slash him across the snout and sidestep his attack. You pivot and bring your sword up just in time to deflect the next attack from one of the other werewolves. You manage to force its claws away and land a
stabbing lunge on its belly. The werewolf yowls and backs away.
A valiant effort, but you see already that the wound has healed on the snout of the alpha. Your blade is yet sharp, but not made from the true silver you would need to wound a lycanthrope. A clatter from behind you reminds you that there is a werewolf skulking on the cabin's roof. You manage to roll aside from its leaping attack and right into the savage embrace of one of the other werewolves. A smash of his claw disarms you. A slash tears off your loincloth and open bloody scratches down your abdomen.
"Go ahead," you shout. "Finish it. Finish me off."
The alpha is behind you, furry chest against your back. He reaches around you and roughly grips your breasts. His claws fingers play over your tender flesh and pluck at your nipples. You cry out as you feel something warm and moist pressing against your buttocks and back. The werewolf standing before you is similarly aroused, his huge, pink and red cock swelling from its sheath. Its shape is that of a dog's, with a blunted tip and a fine tracery of capillaries on the glistening length.
You gasp as the alpha begins to rub between your thighs. The werewolf that disarmed you grabs your throat in a clawed hand and begins to lick your mouth and face. You try to fight him off, but he chokes you and forces your lips apart in a gasp. He stuffs his thick, foul-tasting tongue into your mouth.
"Bend her over," snarls the alpha. The other werewolf stretches your arms out over your head and bends you over at the waist. He gathers your wrists in one huge claw and pins them tight together. With his other hand, he pulls your hair, jerking your head up and dragging your mouth to his cock. Your cries of rage and fear are muffled by the glistening bitterness of his bestial cock. You suck him because you know you have no other choice.
Behind you, the alpha rubs his huge cock against your entrance. You whimper, dreading the pain to come. His clawed hands take hold of your waist and he thrusts into you. Your maidenhead is skewered. In a flash of agony, your chastity is claimed by the cock of a hulking werewolf. He fills you with his hot flesh and ruts into you with the animal lust of a wolf. His claws raise scratches on your hips and his furry bollocks slap against your clit.
Pain and pleasure mingle. Tears stream down your face as the other werewolf slides his cock in and out of your helpless mouth. Precum coats your tongue. It lubricates the cock pounding into your once-virginal pussy. Your breasts swing beneath you as you are roughly used from both ends.
It is almost a relief when you hear the alpha howl and feel the tensing of his muscles. His cock throbs inside your stretched quim and you are flooded with hot wolf spunk. It washes your womb and, by the magic of the dungeon, your worries are swept away. You love the alpha and the werewolf fucking your mouth. You love the two that are watching with their hard cocks. You moan with orgasmic bliss.
As the alpha slides his cock out of your pussy before you are knotted, as your belly is fucked full of cum, you know that you love your new pack. You will serve them until your dying day.
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Encounter Six - Wait
You're not certain what this strange magical device wants or how it plans to get it. Caution seems the best course of action. You slowly back away from it and it accelerates after you.
"Please remain still," it says.
You stop and watch carefully. It hums closer. Your hair stands on end as if a storm is in the air, possibly because of some magical field within the sphere. Two strips of liquid metal peel from beneath the hovering orb. They extend into quicksilver snakes tipped with syringes of purple liquid. These rear back to either side of the orb and you know that it is about to strike. You brace yourself for movement, hoping your reflexes are more than a match for this strange device.
"Beginning mammary injections," it helpfully warns.
The tendrils lash out and you dodge aside, escaping the reach of the needles which seem to be taking aim at your bare breasts. You scramble out of the path of the floating sphere and run for the wall on the other side of the pit. Your body presses against the cool stone. You scramble for a toehold. You can hear the floating hiss of the sphere coming towards you.
You never get that toehold. A silver tendril lashes your neck and wraps around your throat. The sphere yanks you back from the side of the pit and reels you towards it. Like twin scorpion stingers, the tendrils tipped with syringes curve over your shoulders and drive into your breasts. You let out a shriek of pain as you feel the fluid being pumped into your flesh. More tendrils lash you, restraining your arms and wrapping around your ankles.
"Please relax," says the sphere. "The pain will be minimal."
You gasp as the burning fluid saturates the soft flesh of your breasts. Your tits begin to swell. They become taut and stretch painfully. Your erect nipples are so hard they hurt as well. Whatever magic was in those injections is enlarging your breasts. You get some indication of why a moment later when the sphere topples you onto your hands and knees and your increasingly large breasts begin to drip milk onto the floor.
"What...what are you doing to me?" you gasp, shocked by the sensation of the creamy liquid dripping from your fat nipples. "What is happening?"
"You are being prepared for milking. Additional stimulation will be utilized to ensure cooperation." You hear the slithering of more tendrils and a strange whirring. "Deploying pleasure tendrils."
You feel hard, smooth eggs presses against your quim and spread your shapely bottom. You let out a gasp of shock as they vibrate against your tender flesh, shivering ecstasy into your little clit and massaging the hot clench of your anus. Your head comes up and your lips fall open in a cry of lusty pleasure. The vibrating egg pushes hard against your clit, coaxing it to full hardness and sending a constant buzz of pleasure crackling into your loins. The other egg, wriggling and twisting against your anus, suddenly overwhelms the clench of your pink pucker and slides into your ass.
"Gods!" you cry. "It feels...so good."
"Inserting primary vaginal stimulator," intones the hovering sphere holding you bound and bent over.
"Wait," you gasp. "Wait. What's the...vaginal...sssssAAAHH!"
You learn as the fat, cool metal probes into your cunt. You are well-lubricated and the hardness slides into your channel, pushing past your maidenhead and filling you with a ribbed phallus that prods deliciously against your inner walls. The pain of your womanhood fades quickly and you buck against the cock as it pumps in and out, secreting warming lubricant as the vibrating eggs continue to stimulate your clit and ass.
It takes only moments to force the first orgasm from you. Your body tenses and releases hot waves of pleasure that ripple through your muscles and clench against the probing appendages. You are so lost to pleasure you barely notice the two sticky and transparent cups engulfing your hugely swollen breasts and beginning to suck. You do, however, feel the first hot gush of milk from your nipples. You watch in amazement as your milk gurgles into the sucking tubes with the rhythmic pump of the milkers.
The realization that you are being treated like an animal, like a mindless milk cow, somehow only heightens your lust and you work your hips back and grind your body against the shivering probes. The sphere lifts you into the air, carrying you out of the pit and over to a dismaying row of women like yourself, caught in the throes of pleasure and being milked. These women are wide-hipped and plump. Their breasts are impossibly huge, with nipples as big as your thumb spurting out massive amounts of cream.
The sphere finds a spot beside a moaning drow woman, seemingly mounted to the wall on a phallus and held bent over in milking position by her own hovering orb. The vaginal stimulator leaves your clutching cunt and you are slotted onto a wall-mounted cock that fills you and stretches you even more fully than the orb's wand.
"Please," you cry, but the word is uncertain, as if you don't know what you are begging for.
"Welcome to the dairy," says the orb as it bends your body forward and into a milking and pleasuring position. "May you have a productive stay with us."
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sp; Tears fall from your eyes, but your mouth hangs open in a lip-quivering oval of pleasure as you are fucked and milked in the vast human dairy.
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Encounter Six - Climb atop him and ride his cock
You would gladly fill your mouth with the orc's cock, but your body craves more. Damn the consequences, you are going to fuck this brute. With a growl of lust, you stand up and grab the muscular orc. He lets you push him to the ground, a bemused smile on his scarred lips as you drive him onto his back.
"What doing, pretty princess?" he chuckles.
You grab his cock and straddle him, rubbing the fat tip of his fuckmeat against your eager slit.
"Do you feel that?" you ask him, rubbing up and down your groove until your juices have soaked his tip. "I need you inside me. I am going to ride your big...orc...cock."
You work your hips and tease his cock along your slit, brushing your clit, until you can no longer bear it. You bite your lower lip and drive your body down against him, filling your cunt with his hardness and piercing the veil of your womanhood. The pain is a sharp shock. Your head jerks up and you whine with the pain for a moment.
Reemek lets out a long, deep groan and take you by your hips.
"Tight and hot," he says. "Good human cunt."
He bucks beneath you, thrusting his cock deep into your wet slit. You cry out with pleasure, your breasts heaving with the movement. You slam your ass back into him, giving as good as you get, riding the powerful wave of your lust.
Your bodies collide in a growing frenzy of pleasure. It is amazing to you how natural such movement feels. You swing your hips and heave atop him. You receive the mighty iron of his cock as if born to the task. Your cunt is so hot and wet. Your lust boiling.
Mounted atop the orc, riding him with your breasts swinging and sweat covering your youthful curves, you wonder what your mother and father might think if they could see you now. Like a low-bred doxy climbing atop a man for coin. Only you aren't even fucking a man. Your family saw orcs as little better than beasts.
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