Spoiled Princess into Little Green Fucktoy Part Three! (Fantasy, Shortstacks, NonCon, Exhibitionism, Monstercock, Cumflation)

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Charlotte had managed to get a little rest after her last ordeal, passed out in a puddle of canine cum. It had of course ended when the Cobbler had gotten annoyed with her and gave her the heave ho followed by a bucket of water. Thankfully her smaller form didn’t actually need as much sleep, goblins were known for being active at all hours of the day, sleeping in small spurts to become fully refreshed. Also it never occurred to her that she wasn’t hungry in the least, not after that first blast form Rex down her wide lipped mouth. As disgusted as it had been at the time, the Cobbler forcing her head down to swallow nearly every drop had given more than enough for her small but robust metabolism to just keep chugging along! Goblins really are just amazing creatures…

She wasn’t aware of any of that. Walking through the back alley’s of her home city, weaving aimlessly in abject misery and terror. She had no idea what to do. She had barely fitting pink strips of a dress that did little more than show off how massive her tits had become on her small frame. She wasn’t aware that the skirt she had given herself had been torn badly at the top and her green bubble butt was on display like a extra set of butt cheek cleavage. She kept grabbing at her twin pigtails, her long lustrous blonde hair being the only thing left from her human form… and it was not nearly as smooth and shiny as it had been this morning with her trio of handmaidens coming it.

She froze up, and put together dots. They might make sense, or just be the delusions of her traumatized green brain, but she was sure of it. “Those… those bitches! They did this to me!” She cried out in a squeaky voice of outrage. She stamped one of her feet, the small but well made shoe hitting the cobbles with satisfaction. At least her feet were covered after that terrible time at the Cobblers. That woman and her *monster*… She froze up for a bit, her mind flashing to the experience of that red rocket between her lips, the dog huffing as its musk filled her nose. That woman’s hand on her head in the moments before the beast had filled her up. And it hadn’t ended there, she shuddered and shook her head viciously.

It was behind her, she would move on. She would… get to the castle, and get revenge! Yeah! Yeah! She’d show them, she’d show what happened when you messed with a princess! And then a burlap sack came down over her, coming all the way down to her thighs. Her world was darkness, and she squealed as strong hands picked her up and threw her over a shoulder like a sack of potato’s. Not for the first time that day either.

She tried to squirm and kick, but the sack had been pulled tight and cut most of her mobility, not to mention muffling her squeals and shouts. The princess had caught the eye of some dangerous people…

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“She’ll be perfect! Found her in some gutter talking to herself and dressed like a hooker! I think she was drunk… whatever, she’ll be perfect!” A gruff voice sounded, and she bounced as the man shrugged.

“Let me go! Oh, when I get free you’ll get such a… AGGH!” She let loose a incoherent cry of rage, and was completely ignored.

“Yeah she’s a loud one too, the crowd’ll go crazy!” The voice continued, and Charlotte let out a hopeless sob. She was powerless, and it just wasn’t fair. How dare these nasty little peasants think they could just toss he around?! Wait… Crowd?

“Heh, I love when the loud ones get shut up the fun way. Like a hooker? Who’d ever fuck a greeny?” A second deeper voice sounded up, but she was distracted as the first man began walking again. She was hopelessly lost. She had no idea where she was, and vaguely remembered going down a lot of stairs. She was sure her stomach had to be bruised from going down them on his shoulder, bouncing with every step. Then she heard something, like a rumble… It sounded far away, but coming closer. Then it sounded like.. it was above them?

“Ok, we’ve got the trap doors set up, and the counter weights are rigged! Get the fourth one set up already,” “Should I take off her clothes?” “Nah, the champ’ll do it! He loves that kind’a thing!” “Aw… I wanted to..” The voices went back and forth, she was thoroughly confused, then finally she was pulled off the thugs shoulder. Her small feet found the ground, it was wooden and even. The bag was yanked up and off, and she flinched. But there was almost no light in the dark space, and she was confused. Then hands grabbed her roughly.

“What? No, get off you-Ugh!” She was shoved forward, manhandled and bent over. And unceremoniously pushed into a set of stocks. “What?!” it all started to become clear what was happening, but it filled her with dread. She was on a circular platform, with a specially rigged up set of stocks. They were planks of wood cut with three grooves in them set to hold her neck and wrists, and they were made for her size, even as small as she was they held her fast. Whats more, the entire set of stocks was on a upraised pedestal! So no, even while bent over, her head is raised up to about stomach height on the average man. This last isn’t readily apparent to her, she’s too distracted by the knowledge that she’s not the only one.

There are three other sets of stocks, already occupied. The three are set up in a inward facing square. In one is another goblin, this one seems… more savage and feral, with larger fangs jutting from her lower lips like tusks. Her hair is a jet black mohawk, and her clothes are a mix of average peasant garb and a set of used leather armor. She had those large teeth bared as she struggled and tugged at the stocks. She was growling, snarling, and cussing non stop with a heavy accent. Some of her outfit was covered and dark green skin was on some display, and it was easy to make out many even darker scars. She seemed like perhaps an adventurer that had been caught in a bad place at a very bad time.

“Rassa frassin stoopid humies… When I gets outta here Ima **shunk** em all!” She was to Charlotte’s right, but then the ex-princess noticed the other two. Directly across from her was a Gnome! The small pale figure was trapped in stocks with some padding between the holes to make them a bit smaller. She was even smaller than the goblins, and was shaking terribly. Her eyes were wide, a vivid blue that darted back and forth. Her hands were bare, chubby seeming fingers, and one less than humans, or goblins for that matter. Gnomes were none the less famous for their dexterity and gift with gadgets and machines. Those small hands were opening and closing in reflex, as if she wanted a tool, or anything in her hand to grab and fix a way out of her problem. She wore a set of overalls, a tinker’s outfit, and had pink hair that was done up in similar pigtails to Charlotte, but not as long so instead stood up on her head like a pair of pink puffs. “Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods…” She whined in a continuous whimper, Charlotte vaguely noted that there was a dark spot down her trousers where the helpless gnome had wet herself.

“Oh man, I can’t believe this is happening!” Said a third goblin to Charlotte’s left, but not in shock or fear, but outright amazement and excitement?! She looked at the third goblin, who wasn’t trying to get out of her stocks at all. She was wearing a barmaid outfit that fit her slim figure well. Her breast’s we’re maybe half the size of the transformed princess, but on that small skinny frame. Her mouth was open in a wide toothy grin, and her hair was a light green color that shined in what little light there was. She was wearing a pair of nice heeled boots, one’s she’d chosen just for how they made her nice bottom stick out and got her extra tips. Or just got her taken off to a customer’s room for the night.

And then there was a shouting voice, an announcer that Charlotte couldn’t quite make out. Because just as it started to talk loud clanks and grinding sounds were heard around the platform and it began to ascend. All the girls reacted, and bit by bit it rose into the light. To reveal a stage set up in the middle of an arena. It honestly wasn’t that large, but even a high school gymnasium would be massive when you’re in the middle of it being stared at by several hundred eager onlookers. And these four short stacks were very much the center of attention figuratively and literally. “And here’s tonight’s contestants!” Spoke an unseen voice.

All the girls looked around wildly, the best they could. No one could see where the announcer was though. “We’ve got something to mix it up tonight folks, its a all short stack scene up here!” There were some laughs and jeers from the crowd. They were all peasants! At least she thought so… but she could make out flashes of color, well dyed and made out fits that spoke of wealth… and they were all watching some barbaric show! What was this?!

“We’ve got one Gnome, straight from the artisans quarter. Looks like her family fell behind on some loans and donated her to tonight’s games!” The gnome in question looked around with wide terrified eyes, tears freely falling from her reddening face. “No! That’s not true! My family would never!” Her voice was even more high pitched than Charlotte’s.

“Then there’s a little barmaid that was practically a volunteer! Seem’s she caught rumor’s about the games, and more than a few people found her literally begging to join!” That got sounds of surprise and quite a bit of laughter. And plenty of shouts of ‘slut’ ‘whore’ and similar. The goblin just beamed. “Oh it is the right place! Yes! I wanna go first!!” She shouted, and Charlotte was fairly sure the demented gobbo was shaking her ass!

“Oh the next one was some trouble! She’s a half goblin, half orc adventurer wanna-be! Too bad no one trust’s a greeny to walk into a dungeon with her! But we know she’ll be put to much better use here than in some cave! Amirite folks?!” Cheer’s of agreement drowned out the half breed’s scream of absolute rage.

“And finally, last but not least… something special that was just found tonight! Not sure what whore house this little number is missing from but check her out! An ass and tits to die for, and a crazy little gobbo outfit to show it off! Heh, you know folks, I’ve never had a case of green fever, but this one might make me a believer!” The announcer laughed with the crowd that time, along with a chorus of wolf whistles. Charlotte’s face went dark green with flush. She tried but no amount of royal denial could let her not know they were talking about her.

“Alright everyone, you’ve come for a show… so lets welcome our champ! King of the Wet Ring! Prince of the Pillow Biters! Breaker of Backsides, and Lord of all he expands!! TYYYYYCHOOOOOOOO!!!!” The audience went absolutely wild. Screaming, laughing, and repeating that name. Tycho. Tycho. TYCHO!

The gnome and the barmaid saw him first. From their angle they had a view of the walk way leading up from between the stands direct to the stage. It went off at an angle between the princess and the adventurer, out of view of both. “Oh my gods!” “Oh hell yeah!” Came the disparate exclamations from the Tinkerer and Barmaid. Charlotte’s heart was hammering, and the half breed was raging even harder trying to get free.

And all others watched as a massive masculine figure approached. He was 7 foot if he was an inch. Grey, or perhaps greenish tinted skin, he wore only a loincloth that hung low. His body was a mound of muscle and scars, with prominent hair on his chest and forearms. And his face… was brutal in the extreme. A sloping forward and heavy brows over fierce eyes. His jaw was clenched and a pair of savage tusks pushed through from his lower jaw, similar to the adventurer, but much more prominent. Tycho the Half-Orc champion of a hundred savage games, and in recent months the most prolific and successful entertainer of this most seedy and profitable of underground games.

“WELCOME!!! TOOOO!!! MONSTER COCK ARENAAAAAA!!!!” The crowd screamed out and with a grunt Tycho pushed himself up onto the raised stage, and stepped forward, at last coming into view of the other two goblins. They looked at him, they all had a pretty strong clue what was about to happen… and if there was any doubt, the massive half orc ripped off his loincloth and chucked it.

“OH MY GAAAGH!” Screamed the poor tinkerer as she spun around slowly for his adoring audience and his cock was so close to her. “That… are you fooken crazy?!” Shouted the adventurer, her mouth agape in shock, her temper cooling with fear. “Yes! Oh hell yeah, its just what I wanted!!” positively squealed the barmaid, her ass bouncing up and down as she attempted to jump for joy in her stocks. And then he spun around and Charlotte saw it at last, a massive length of mean orcy meat. It hung down between his muscled thighs, to a swollen knob of a head wrapped in foreskin. But as he looked as his entertainment for the night, that massive cock began to swell up.

“Ok everyone, most of you know how this works. But for the wonderful new folks, and our lucky contestants we’ll go over the basic rules!” The orc’s teeth showed in a expression that was hard to read with his tusks. A cocky smirk? A sneer of disdain? “We’re going to run a roulette, and determine order and and event! Which one of these little lady’s will go first? And what exactly is the champ gonna put them through! And whats more, if they can actually make the king of the ring blow his load before the timer, they get to go free!” There was a tiny flicker of hope, but looking at that steadily rising member it was doused. This was the cock the entire arena was named for… A long fat and wrinkled beast, and as it extended the layer of skin around the tip was pulled back more and more, till with a grunt he grabbed his meat and yanked it. The tip of his cock, the fat bulbous head came out, and the ridge of its dark and very green helmet was fringed with knobby bumps. Charlotte felt her knees go more than a bit weak. He made Rex look like a child…

The crowd cheered and the announcer kept rambling, but the short stacks in the arena were glued to the monster half breed and his cock. He stroked it slowly, and kept turning, taking in his fun for the night. The tinkerer saw it when thick glob of precum welled up and fell, and she could smell it from where she was. And she knew that her nose was far less capable than the goblins. The adventure let out a sound like she’d been injured, the barmaid squealed and started to hyperventilate with a silly drunken look on her face. Charlotte was devastated to realize that as the thick musky scent filled her nose, she could feel her pussy getting very, very wet. She felt her eyes welling up in tears even as the gnome across from her flat out started to ball again.

“First tonight! Is… our little adventurer!” All eyes turned to the half breed shortstack, who shook in place, then snarled and shoved against the stocks so hard it almost seemed they actually would break! Tycho focused on her, and moved closer, and his fat cock loomed over her head, fully engorged it was like a hangmans axe, and she froze up. “G-g-get… get that fing away from me you fuggin monsta!” The fear in her voice was plain. Tycho reached out, the same hand he’d been stroking with, and put it on her head.

“What’s yer name little wun…?” He asked in a voice like a landslide. He didn’t put any power into it, but somehow it still resounded. “F-fuck yoo!” She cried out desperately. Tycho put his hand to her face and squeezed it, she let out a sharp squeel. “I azked… a QUESTION!” He did put force into that word, and the audience actually went quiet for the reply. The goblin shook, eyes wide, but stuttered out a answer. “L-L-Lizzy… Lizzy Sharpstick…” Only a few of the audience heard the stuttered reply from the adventurer on the edge.

Tycho would fix that, and his face curled into a cruel smile, his tusk’s so very, very large. “Well… Little Lizzie! You is gunna be first! Hahaha! But what part of ya is it gonna be?!” He looked to the audience and his hands both raised, fist clenched. And the announcer answered, “Little Lizzy the adventurer will tonight, for our audiences viewing pleasure, be taking the champs monster dong up her unprepared back door!” The audience lost their minds for a few seconds.

Tycho roared out his approval, Lizzy’s green face paled to a dangerous pallor, and the beast before her quickly moved around to her back. She started to move, to think to maybe squirm and pull her lower half away, it was hopeless. His strong fingers grabbed her pants, and he didn’t even bother to try an undo any belt, he gripped the fabric and with a yank that hurt her ripped them off her bottom. Her trousers came free to display a bare and dark green backside. Lizzy was in good shape, lean, and her bottom was small but shapely. And his gray skinned meat hook of a hand came in hard to smack the right cheek with a slap heard in the back rows. “Aaagh!!” She shouted, almost as much in shock as in pain. “NO! Get away! Gedda fuck away fromee!” She shouted and he completely ignored her.

“Oh… thats a tight little hole…” She whimpered despite herself, and felt him grip her hips with one hand and slap his cock against her ass. Tycho gripped his tip with one hand and shoved it against her back door, but not as roughly as he could have, and instead took the moment to smear his precum against her. “Unnng… Nooo… NOO! Getttt awayyy…!” She mewled rather pathetically, but truly hopeless of getting out of this. And then she shoved his fat thumb into her ass. “Unng!” She cried out, eyes wide, and the audience gave a small cheer, but in it were several people screaming out to just get to the main event. Tycho hooked his thumb in her ass, stretching her in a way she’d never felt, and then it got worse as he twisted it. “Heh,,, yeah you’ll take it all. Greenies sure is stretchy…” His red tongue ran along between his tusks in a approval and hunger for more.

He lined his tip up with her ass, gripped it rough with one hand while the other held her hip. Her small body in his hand let his thumb touch the small of her back while his fingers made it almost to her inner thigh. He ground his tip against her ass, and with a growl he thrust in. Lizzy screamed. The crowd screamed. Hell, the other short stacks all screamed, though one of them sounded like more a cheer. And as the monster sank his cock into her ass Lizzy felt a part inside her brain start to break. And the way he smacked her ass and drove over half his shaft in on the second thrust didn’t help at all. Then, ever the show man for his fans, Tycho reached down and around, got a grip on her top, and with a flex of his massive shoulder ripped her shirt off nearly entirely. The sleeves and the shoulders of her leather armor were still there, but her shirt was gone and a pair of nice C cup breasts, held down by tight bandages came into view.

The crowd really cheered then! The little mohawk wanna be adventurer was hiding a great pair of tits! And as Tycho reached around and felt them, the surprise showed on his face. He grinned wide, “Well looky dese! Hah!” She could feel his cock throb with excitement in her ass, and she barely noticed him mauling her tits as he thrust savagely into her ass again and again. The only thing keeping her back door from being destroyed was the half-orcs prodigious precum production, and her own inherent goblin elasticity. Truly impressive, especially when everyone saw just how deep he was.

“Oh damn, look’at her belly! Oh yeah, take it you lucky bitch!” Screamed the barmaid, as they all saw the bulge in her stomach as his cock head pushed nearly all the way in and literally rearranged the poor half breeds insides. The barmaid only wished it was her! Or at least that she could get a hand free to frig her wet mess of a cunt, this shit was hot! Lizzy was going blank, her eyes rolling back into whites. Her legs started going limp, and a experienced Tycho leg go of her tits to grip her ass. The crowd cheered as they came into view, swinging back and forth with the impacts of his thrusts. It was too much for her, his massive cock was sooo deep… It hurt but also, it felt like… nothing she’d ever imagined. And in her over stimulated brain she started to give way to pleasure to escape the shock. Mostly it was a reflex of biology, goblins seemed genetically predisposed to be fucked by everything… and orcs seemed predisposed to love rough sex. The poor girl didn’t have a chance as the corners of her mouth started to curve upward even as drool ran down her chin.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh…” Was her stammered grunts in tune to the loud PLAP PLAP PLAP of his hips hips smacking into her ass. He’d made it balls deep and hadn’t slowed down for a heart beat. She realized that there was a sound, a repetitive one… a count down. “15 seconds left! Look at that little cock sleeve stretch for the king though! Oh, here we go everyone! Any chance he’ll blow his load early! No I don’t think so either!!” The announcer screamed, and Tycho took his cue. Not just fucking, fully manhandling the goblin he began to jackhammer her ass, his massive cock bulging into her belly, the thick knobs on the tip of it grinding into her again and again even as his precum started to pool in her intestines.

“Five…” Tycho let out a roar and kicked into high gear. “Four…!” He was thrusting his cock in several times per second and Lizzy’s ass would never be the same. “Three!” Her mouth opened up and she started to let out a mindless whine as she began to orgasm. “TWO!” Tycho threw his head back and roared like a animal, the floor under them becoming a wet mess as his swinging balls slammed into her pussy again and again. Lizzy hit a massive orgasm, followed by another, and another and her pussy gushed with juice that his fat balls splattered on the stage and between her thighs. “ONE!!!” The entire crowd screamed, and built up to a frenzy the monster let loose. His balls tightened up, and he drove in as hard and deep as he could. Then his cum virtually exploded into her. A massive torrent of jizz that almost instantly caused her belly to swell up as if with child!

Her mouth opened and a soundless scream seemed trying to escape. His cum just kept flowing, pouring into her tiny frame. Her belly swelled up, and the fat bulbous head of his cock kept all but the tiniest amount of his jizz from coming back out… Which was more than enough to begin puddling on the floor. It was the first orgasm of the night for the eager half-orc, and for a few seconds some wondered it it would cum gushing out the other end! But no, it filled her belly, swelling to the point of a goblin matriarch with a litter of children, and as her vision went black she was finally freed from the insane event. Tycho grunted, thrust two more short times, then finally pulled back. His cock leaving her hole slooowly. He took one step back, then another, and pulled his extended member out of her abused ass, and thick globs of off white cream gushed out of her. Her stomach shrank… just a little. And that amazing goblin elasticity kept so much more still inside.

He stood there behind her, panting as his cock dangled. It wasn’t soft by a mile, but it hung no longer elevated for now, the entire shaft coated in his goo. Then he shoved one fist into the air, and roared, the crowd answered! “Oh hell yeah that champ just wore that little greenie’s ass OUT! Haha, Oh man, she won’t be sitting straight for a YEAR! Nice job O’ Prince of Pound town!”

The audience cheered, and the three girls looked at him, and knew they would be next… but who first?

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