Brotan undid the lock to her collar and it crashed to Glinda’s feet. It had been on for a full day at that point and with it gone she realized how used to it she had become. The weight was gone from her neck, allowing to her to stand to her full ability, the tall beauty the gods had designed her to be. With the iron collar by her feet it was not lost on Glinda the freedom she had just gained. It was not just a physical one but one which felt all encompassing for her. For years she had used her sexuality to her favor, fucking the townsmen for reward or benefit, and the town’s women hated her for it. They were jealous their husbands had always watched her walking by in the road, their eyes running across her body and imagining how much livestock or firewood it would take to bend her over a table. But they were all now dead and here she stood. As a poor townswoman with her lack of nobility her best chance for a good life had always been to be the sex object of an upperclassman. Now before her, eyes full of lust and a fist full of throbbing cock, sat one of the most powerful men in the realm. This Ork chieftain was responsible for the deaths of likely thousands of men and yet here in his throne he was nothing but a horny man with a hard dick, waiting for her to give him release.
The dress Glinda wore was that of a commoner, plain material held up by a string laced up the front. One hand remained at her crotch, fingers rubbing in a circular motion, pressing against her snatch against an obvious wetness on the other side. Like many women Glinda had always been attracted to power and masculinity and she was no fool. If living a life of moderate luxury and definite security meant letting this beasting mass of a man have his way with her body not only was it something she was ready to do, it was something she looked forward to. The best part of it was Orks and humans couldn’t procreate together so unlike with the townsmen he could cum inside her all he wanted with no risk of pregnancy. Glinda’s other hand came up, pausing to squeeze her breast, before reaching the knot by her throat which kept the dress afixed.
With a pull of the string the knot came undone and the dress tumbled to the floor, laying over the chain to expose her body. Thrall has fucked many human captives in the past, some still locked in the cages on the side of camp that he was not yet ready to toss away to the troops, but not had been as beautiful as her. Her breasts were full and heavy, her body not emaciated like many of the other poor humans. She obviously had been eating well and Thrall guested a beauty like hers had many suitors to ensure food on the table. Her waist pinched in for only a moment before the flair of her hips curved out. The lines of her belly crested downwards, snaking to her crotch where under her meaty mound her could see her slit disappearing twoard the back. Glinda had learned the men liked her pussy shaven so she kept it that way, never knowing when the need might arise to hike up her skirt. Seeing her bare pleased Thrall and he no longer made a point to hide it. A smile was carved across his face while his cock was solid, his hand gripping it tightly as he stoked it. Thrall reclined in the throne, hips low, so his cock pointed straight up, a monument to his power.
Glinda stepped over the fallen clothing toward him, holding eye contact the entire time. “Your cock is so big my Cheif, nothing like the puny humans I fucked in the past.” She purred, moving toward him. The pace on his hand sped as she spoke, seeing that her words were getting to him. Intended as just sexy talk as she spoke she realized the truth was they rang true, and she couldn’t wait to feel him inside her. She would make him cum a river and she would lap it like a dog of he wanted. Anything to please this green Adonis.
As she reached him she pushed his two legs together and climbed over them until she sat on his thighs, his cock directly before her. Against her body it looked impossibly large, the tip ending by her rib cage. Eyeing it Glinda doubted for a moment her ability to take it all, but knew that cock was her ticket to power, to life and undoubtedly a kind of pleasure most humans never dreamed over. Her pussy throbbed as she looked and it and Glinda had no doubt Thrall could feel the wetness on his leg from her. She reached down, sliding her fingers down her slit until she found her hole. Her pussy dripped with anticipation and her middle finger easily slid in to the knuckle, like it awaited so much more than that and had no interest in an appetizer. She pulled her finger out, sopping wet, and extended her hand to Thrall. “A taste my Cheif?”
He reached up grabbing her wrist, his hand easily enveloping it. His hands were hard and calloused but she didn’t care. Her hormones were going wild and as much as Glinda was trying to build the anticipation, try to draw him in, she knew she couldn’t contain herself much longer. She wanted that dick. Thrall brought the hand up to his wrist, his tounge extending to, surprisingly gently, lick the juices from her finger. “Delicious.” He replied and released her wrist.
Glinda planted her feet to raise up, one hand on the base of his dick to position it and the other on his shoulder for support. Thrall leaned back, placing his hands upon her hips, applying no downward pressure but his fingers digging into her skin, rough nails scratching into her flesh. As the massive head of his cock slipped into her Glinda’s head flew back, eyes and jaw tight, her juices flowing down his shaft already. The sensations fired upwards through her body and she meant to let out a sexy moan but it came out as a yelp like someone had kicked a dog . The was pleasure but coupled with pain, with a stretching like she had never felt before. It felt like his cock threatened to tear her in two and just in the head she could feel the throb of his racing heartbeat. She didn’t dare move as her pussy twitched and spasmed around the intruder, her walls flexing with their full strength in an attempt to push him out.
“Yes whore,” Thrall started to growl, his hunger starting to outweigh anything else “take this dick.” And with that his fingers dug into the meaty flesh of her hips and started to push down. Panic raced through her. It was too big. It would never fit. Was death by his dick any better than by a sword? Perhaps worse as he would fuck her corpse to completion? Glinda brought her head back down, eyes wide with terror as she looked upon Thrall.
“No, no please” She started to beg, the sexual confidence gone from her voice “Please I’m not ready.. Please let me suck it.. I’ll suck your dick like none have ever!” The panic was clear in her trembling voice as she dug her heels into the rug, knowing full well she would be unable to stop him. Thralls grin spread even further as he looked over to Brotan.
“Brotan!” He roared with excitement “Did the others beg for their lives as weakly as she begs now? No wonder you killed them!” Brotan did not respond, his eyes glued to her snatch as it gripped onto Thralls cock for dear life. Brotans cock was in hand and he was stroking furiously, mouth open with drool spilling out. He had known this whore, meaty and ripe as she had been, would stand no chance against Thrall. He had seen Thrall rape a human Duke to death once while his family watched on, just to demonstrate his power. The body of this thick blond stood no chance.
Thrall took commands from noone. In his career he had frequently made a point to disobey them to show none stood above him. The fear in this humans eyes gave him all the more pleasure as his smile disappeared. She was blabbering something about mercy while her head flailed about but he had long ago tuned her words out. Thrall pulled his hips back, and with one motion thrust forward while pulled her down onto him. Her pussy was tight, like the vice of a blacksmith, but her body betrayed her as her juices drooled all over his shaft. Glinda had no chance against the force and she let out a ear piercing scream as he sunk into her deep. Her pussy gobbled inch after inch until her hips rested upon his, the full length of his beast inside her. The spasms squeezed and flexed around his cock as he held it there, balls deep inside her and Glinda went limp for moment. Her mind was on overload, unable to process the sensations as she was stretched to her limits and the world went black. This pleased Thrall even more and he moved one hand to her neck to keep her upright as his hips started to buck against her, his cock sliding out before thrusting back in. His other hand reached back, grabbing a handful of plump ass and he continued to pump into her, Glinda’s body becoming a fuck doll as her arms flapped at her side.
There was darkness. Nothing. But then a feeling, a shot of searing pain. It fired upwards and her mind struggled to make sense of it. But as the pain receded like a fleeing tide a pleasure remained. It spread outward, coating her existence. Then the pain again but this time it was weaker, so the pleasure was more pronounced and she was able to enjoy it. The pleasure came in waves and started to overpower the pain. It was so good as it saturated her pores and her brain and was all there was. It pushed the pain away and masked its remnants with a trembling, screaming pleasure that felt like it was fighting to get out, fighting to find a way to vent before it exploded as it built inside her. Glinda opened her mouth and threw her head back letting out an animal sound, a mix of a moan and a grunt, nothing like what a polite human would ever do but rather what you would expect from wolves fucking in the forest.
“Chief Thrall!” Brotan called out, his jerking pace speeding up as he could feel his own orgasm starting to build “I think the whore is starting to like it!!”
Glinda’s eyes opened and her senses returned. One of Thralls hands was wrapped around her neck, the other holding her ass cheek tightly as his cock rammed into her. His eyes were a fury of lust and pleasure and flecks of split flew in every which direction as his body rocked with every upward thrust. The feelings that coursed through her body were unimaginable, tingling waves rushing out from her pussy to her fingertips and toes. Thrall looked like he was enjoying himself but that wouldn’t be enough. Maybe it would keep her alive for the night but not earn her a place in his heram. Glinda reached up, placing her hands on his cheeks, which caused him to pause for a moment. It was something he had clearly not expected.
“My Cheif, let me take over for moment. Just sit back and enjoy my body.” She managed to say, hoping it sounded sexy. Glinda pulled up her feet and, never removing him from inside her, rotated around so her back was facing him. She leaned forward, placing her hands on his extended knees, back arched down, to give Thrall the view she knew evey man loved. With that she pushed forward, Thralls eyes glued to watching his stiff cock slide out slowly, her pussy lips holding on tight as if they were unwilling to say goodbye. As she reached the halfway point Glinda looked back over her shoulder and blew him a kiss, before thrusting herself backwards onto him.
“Ugggngnnnn” she blurted out, unable to contain herself as the pleasure shot up through her. She rasied up again, getting into a rhythm of thrusting herself back upon his cock. “Please.. Ugh.. Please.. Ugnnn.. Grab my ass..” She managed out between the punctuating thrusts. Thrall didn’t hesitate, gabbing each cheek with one hand and pulling her open to get a better view. His cock shimmered, drenched in her juices and streaked white with her cream, as it sunk into her again and again. Thrall could start to feel the tingle in his balls as they tightened, knowing he would be cumming soon.
One mighty arm wrapped her waist, as the other hand came up to grip her throat. Cock balls deep inside her Thrall easily pushed forward from the throne, heaving her forward onto her hands and knees on the fur rug. Thralls body was draped over hers, a blanket of power and dominance. One hand grabbed the back of her head as he straightened up, pinning her face to the ground as the other resumed its spot on her ass. Both cheeks were a deep red from the vicious treatment, a stark contrast to her normal milky white.
In position Thrall pulled back and rammed forward into her, Glinda shrieking out like a pig. He continued, deep powerful thrusts into her welcoming pussy, as the rug muffled her screams. Thralls rammed harder as he could feel his orgasm getting closer until her legs collapsed and they fell forward. Moving his legs between hers he spread her open wide, her body pinned under hers as he continued to fuck her body with every ounce of strength he had. Each time he pushed in as deep as he could and the soldiers on the other side of camp could hear her screaming. If this whole wanted to survive in his tent she would need to learn how to be fucked liked a beast.
Thrall could feel he was close and pulled out, her pussy gaping open as if it was unsure what size it had been before his assault. He grabbed handful of hair and pulled her over, Glinda’s face tear streaked and red from crying. Thrall grabbed his cock and worked it furiously, positioning her face to stare down his shaft. This fuck had been a great one and his balls swelled, screaming for release.
It hit Thrall like the impact of a javelin and his cock started to throb uncontrollably in his hand. It jerked and flexed as he roared like a ancient animal, nose flaring, and the first shot of cum fired out. It flew across her face, leaving trail across it until it landed in her hair. “Oh God yes..” Glinda managed to say, her mind still reeling from the vicious fuck moments ago. Thrall continued to stroke as he let loose ropes of thick cum across her face, milking them out as his hips continued to move, fucking the air. One shot hit forcefully below her eyes, causing her her to flinch and jerk but Thrall held her head steady as he continues to fire loads onto her. They hung tight to her face, dripping down only in the thickest spots. As Thrall finished he released her head, Glinda collapsing to the ground and he staggered away before falling into his throne.
Glinda pulled herself up, posting on her arms as she managed to sit upright. “Thank you my Cheif for this glorious load.” She said, bringing one hand to her face and scooping up fingerfuls of semen. Thrall watched intently, having expected this girl to just crawl off to a corner to nurse her sore vagina. Instead she brought the cummy fingers to her lips and sucked them into her mouth, running her toung across the fingers as she swallowed it down. “You do indeed taste like a king.” She said between heaving breaths, exhausted by the escapade, before gesturing to Brotan. “Now my Chief, as it was Brotans idea to give me to you as a gift, I think it only right if I help him finish as well. Do you approve?”
Brotans eyes lit up although he didn’t speak. He was perilous close to cumming as well after watching Thrall fuck her and would love to finish on her as well. Thrall looked exhausted in his throne and waved at them in a “do as you wish” manner. Glinda turned to him smiling, staying low to the ground and begun to crawl in Brotans direction. Cum still streaked her face and dripped from her chin while her toung continued to lick her lips. As she reached his feet she rose up to her knees, his cock positioned before her face. It was not nearly as large as Thralls, more like that of large humans. He had been continuing to stroke the entire time but Glinda reached up to remove his hand and replace it with hers. Her two hands wrapped around the phallus as she lowered her mouth onto it.
It was a nice change as a more manageable size for her and Glinda threw her mouth down onto him, taking him back as far back as she could before his cock head banged into her throat. She let out a gurgle as she tried to work him furher down, his cock cutting off her breath as it forced it’s way deeper. She looked up to Brotan who was clearly enjoying the show. His two hands came down to grab her head by the back before he pulled back his hips and started thrusting into her mouth.
“Yes Brotan!” Thrall yelled from across the tent “Fuck the mouth of that whore” and with the encouragement of his Cheif Brotan increaded his pace and power, viciously and violently ramming his cock into her mouth. Glinda tried to work with him, using her toung to stimulate as he worked but it became useless, the power overwhelming, as instead she simply tried to hold back the coughs and gags as his hard dick banged against her throat. Brotan was gruting to himself with each thrust, his lust increasing until his eyes squeezed shut and he reared his head up and let out a howl.
Brotans fingers dug into her scalp and he forced his cock into her throat with a powerful thrust, holding her in place. The air cought in her lungs and she started to struggle, tears streaming down her face as her throat contracted against the cock. She could feel his head swelling and her pushed even harder against her, it sliding in even a marginl amount more, until she could feel the first load fire down her throat. Again and again the warm spunk shot into her as his cock twitched and jerked with orgasm. With no other choice she swallowed it as it came, gulping down his thick load.
As the ogasmn concluded Glinda could feel his cock start to soften and his grip release a litte, using this as her chance to push back away from him. Brotan didn’t fight it and she fell backwards, gasping for air as she hit the ground. Brotan stood over her smiling and turned to Thrall. “She is a good whore indeed my Chief! I am sure she will give you many nights of pleasure!”
“Yes yes” Thrall replied, looking at the spent female on the rug. Her face was a mess of tear, cum and spit from his time with her. Her skin was adorned with scratches and handprints, hair a tangled mess. But in all of this she again pulled herself up onto her knees to face him.
“Will that be all my Cheif? Would you like me to suck you again?” She asked, her voice shaking. Glinda herself was unsure if she could handle any additional abuse but that didn’t matter. This was her ond chance to prove herself worthy to stay and she wasn’t going to back down from it. Thrall smiled looking down upon her.
“No whore, you’ve done well. Brotan will take you to be cleaned up, fed and given something to wear. You fuck like a Ork girl, you will serve me well.” And with that Brotan pulled her to her feet and let her out of the tent. Glinda’s body ached, her throat sore, but she had survived the ordeal. She was pleased with herself and as she was led out of the tent looked back over her shoulder to blow Thrall one last kiss.
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