Chapter 3 - Purging the filth (MMM...MxF)

Elsha - Our unfortunate shaman guest / victim 
Lord Aubry - Warden
Captains Marcus, Waldon, Orain
Guest starring a good selection of grunts (my little fellas gotta smash too ya feel?)
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Elsha awoke to a splash of ice cold water against her face. She opened her eyes to the morning sun and with a look of contempt, gazed at the 4 men standing in front of her. She was resting on her knees, with her arms eagle-spread, tied securely to a horizontal wooden plank. Slowly, she realized what was happening. The plank was part of a wooden fence running around a small stone fort. The fence itself consisted of little more than large wooden stakes driven deep into the ground with wooden planks nailed horizontally about 2 feet off the ground, and it was one of those planks on which she was fastened. Her upper body rested rather comfortably against the plank by her collarbone, while 4 ropes secured her wrists and elbows firmly to the plank. Not hard enough to be painful, but certainly not enough wiggle room to even think of escaping. Finally she looked up at her captors. 

“Good morning, lady,” the lead knight stepped forwards, a Warden, by the looks of his armor. The others only wore tunics and trousers with a few pieces of armor, whereas the Warden was fully encased in european plate. He set down the bucket of water that was used to wake her. “My name is Lord Aubry of the Iron Claw Legion. These,” he gestured to the 3 men on his left, “are Captains Marcus, Waldon, and Orain. You had a nice little scouting mission going on, but Orain tells me he caught you with your pants down, so to speak.” Elsha snarled, mostly in shame as she recalls being clubbed from behind while she was squatted down taking a piss. And now her lower clothes were missing, and her bare ass stuck out behind her. “And now you’ve gotten yourself into a bit of a pickle” Aubry slavic-squatted down to be at face level, a move that earned him a spit to the face. 

“You let me out of these bonds, and I’ll show you who’s in a fucking pickle, huh?” Elsha gave a toothy grin, revealing her front teeth, which were filed to points. “And when I get you with your pants down, we’ll sing a different tune together.”

Aubry wiped the phlegm off of his cheek and laughed. “That would be entertaining to see. But, things are much more serious for you than you seem to realize.” He gestured towards her tattered tunic. “Ragefire tribe, right?” When she nodded, he continued. “Well, my Iron Claw Highlords and your warchief actually negotiated a cease in hostilities a few days ago. I’m guessing you left before then and didn’t get the message?” Another nod. “Hm. The truth is, we have no intention of upholding peace.” He gestured to the camp and fort around him. “Fort Edwards here has a cellar storeroom full of food and medical supplies. It’s the main resource depot in our campaign in this region, usually heavily fortified. Usually. A recent blunder at command has left this very important outpost under sparse guard. But I’m sure you already knew this, if you’re any good at being a scout that is.” Another nod. “ We only negotiated peace terms in an attempt to reduce the chance of this fort being attacked. It will be 2 more days before we can move the supplies out, and as we move back, elite units are moving outwards. That same day, Ragefire village will be attacked from every direction, and your tribe will be crushed to dust between the fingers of the Iron Claw Legion.” He gestured with his armored gauntlet a crushing motion in front of Elsha’s ashen face. “Which brings me back to you and the problem you pose. Obviously we can’t let you go, you’d inform your leaders of our camp’s current weakness. Losing the supplies here would set our campaign in this region back months. Do you understand what that means?”

“So I’m a dead bitch then?” she smirked. “I was hoping to tear out a few more of your throats before I bite the dust, but this will have to do.” 

The smile on Aubry’s face vanished. “No. That is not at all what it means.” He paused and clasped his armored hands together. “I do believe I am a righteous man, to be sure, but you are not evil.” He leaned even closer to her, almost, just almost within biting range. “You are weak. The weak cannot stop themselves from sinning and I am here, in accordance to my faith, to prevent you from sinning further. For I am the Lord’s agent and executor of His will.” Aubry stood back up. “By the oaths I have taken to become a Warden, I will not kill an unarmed, captured enemy. Your fate is not for me to decide; when He wishes you appear before Him to be judged, He will take you. Not me. As long I can spare the food and time to take care of you, you will be treated as a guest. Now, if our roles were reversed, and you controlled the thread by which my life hung, would you show me that same mercy?” 

“You know the answer to that. I’d be rooting through your innards by now.”

“And that is why I am confident that I am a righteous man.” Aubry turned around and started walking back to the fort, joined by Waldon. 

“You didn’t mention all the scriptures that order us to purge the unbelievers,” Waldon noted.

Aubry stopped and smiled as he faced his subordinate. “Well, I choose to interpret that scripture as a call for merciful treatment among our enemies, for I believe, the world is truly the evil man, and we must band together to become stronger and survive. The Lord will bring His judgement upon her, if that is what He so wishes. But if He wishes her to live and still have purpose for her, who am I deny Him? Perhaps you define yourself as the Lord’s instrument, and believe it is your responsibility to deliver sinners before His judgement personally? A valid interpretation, to be sure, but not the one I have chosen.” Aubry clasped Waldon’s shoulders. “My friend, the scriptures are written with ambiguity for a reason. To decide what is meant for each of us is the journey that reveals our innerselves to ourselves, and only then can we understand the foundations of our character. Nothing happened by accident on His earth.”

Waldon nodded his acknowledgment. “As a Warden, you’ve completed your journey, then?”

Aubry laughed in response. “As a Warden? I’ve only started.”

“Lord Aubry!” came a shout.

Aubry turned to see Orain and Marcus approaching. “Yes, my friends? What do you need?”

“Sir, we’ve been thinking. It’s been an awfully long time since we’ve been home, we’ve been cooped up here, and morale is low among the men,” Marcus explained. “We’re not Wardens, and especially the grunts, they need more than just the words of Jesus Christ to keep them happy. Quite frankly, sir, they’re bored. And bored soldiers have a nasty habit of doing dumb shit like-”

Aubry waved him off. “No need to elaborate, Captain. I’m sure we all remember that incident, no need to dig up repressed memories. Well, what do you propose?”

“Sir, from what I’ve seen, most of their boredom derives from sexual frustration. If you were to allow them to ...vent on that woman, morale would improve greatly.”

Aubry smiled again. “And I don’t suppose you Captains are among the ...sexually frustrated?”

Marcus flustered, but continued. “Well, we are relatively young, and just a few weeks feel like an eternity, sir. I’m sure you understand.”

Aubry patted Marcus on the back. “Of course I understand, young men have the urges of young men, and I would be a fool to pretend otherwise. However, that,” he pointed at Elsha, “is a test. Animals fail to control themselves and we are better than that. Weak individuals like her don’t control themselves, their tribe lies with the animals, and if you were to lie with her, would that not make you an animal also?”

“No more than a surgeon being made a soldier by the virtue that they both part flesh with blades, sir. A surgeon doesn’t become a soldier since he cuts flesh, for that is not the defining property of a soldier. In the same way, my lying with a barbarian is not the defining property of my being an animal or not. God has given us free will, and thus the ability to choose and to make mistakes. Perhaps this is a mistake, perhaps not. Just as the man who mixed red and yellow became the first to make orange, human’s defining trait the ability to experiment, sometimes to our detriment. This free will, I would argue, is the defining trait of our humanity.” Marcus was one of those who thought with his lower half, and his 200IQ cock wasn’t going to let Elsha’s cute butt pass him by without a fight.

Aubry threw his head back and laughed. “Your arguments are very convincing, Captain. Yes, you and your boys have my permission to use the wench for your entertainment.”

Marcus and Orain looked at each other in almost disbelief. “Th-that’s it?”

Aubry looked back at them, puzzled. “Yes? What else did you expect me to say?”

“Well, if free will gives me the ability to choose, I was expecting you to reject my arguments on the grounds that she also has the free will to choose, as an autonomous human.” 

Aubry grinned. “Well, she is free as the air around us, that is, until-” he suddenly puckered his lips and blew, “until a superior force meets it, in this case, a man. As is written, a woman’s makes her choices, but a man can choose to ignore it. Consider a lioness, strong and savage, but the superior presence of an alpha male causes her to become a docile plaything for the male. As is the natural order of things.” Aubry snapped his fingers. “Ah, but speaking of animals reminds me, their lying with animals creates a new, more pragmatic problem. Her taint is likely filthy, carrying diseases like syphilis. No,” Aubry shook his head, “too risky. I can not have you boys getting sick from her. I am sorry”

Marcus’ cock went into maximum overdrive, trying desperately to contrive new excuses. “Well, if it’s her taint that spreads a vile disease, we can simply avoid it. She has other holes for us to use, after all,” Marcus suggested.

Aubry’s face shifted. With a hint of authority and something dangerous creeping into his voice, he stated calmly, “have you forgotten your place as Christians? Sodomony is strictly forbidden by the church, and this is not some obscure scripture open for debate, this is hard and steady law, my friends.”

“Sodomony amongst men, you mean.” Orain made his first contribution of the exchange. “Sodomony and fellacio, though frowned upon by the Vatican, are only expressly forbidden when performed between men. With a woman, like I said, it’s merely frowned upon.”

Aubry chuckled. “Well, seeing as it would take the heaven and earth to stop you fellows from the sins you crave, I will again give you my consent. Go ahead, relieve your tensions on that woman, but you will all say 10 Our Father’s and Hail Mary’s tonight as penance, understand?”

The three captains snapped to attention, “Yes, sir!” and went back to claim their prize. Aubry turned back around and headed towards the tower. There was still more inventory to finish.

Elsha laughed as the three Captains surrounded her. “Well? Did daddy give you boys permission to rape me?” She winked exaggeratedly, and licked her lips. 

Waldon looked towards the other Captains, and upon receiving small nods, swung his hand back and delivered a crushing slap across her face. Next was a punch with the other hand, followed by another slap, until Elsha’s cheeks were raw and red, almost to the point of bleeding. He grabbed a fistful of her long, jet-black hair and yanked up, hard enough for her scalp to slightly bleed. “Listen bitch,” Waldon snarled, “we’re gonna fuck your pretty brains out here and now, and daddy’s given us permission to share your pleasant little butt with the rest of the camp, almost 50 soldiers in all. I’m guessing you’re not a virgin? No way, you’ve probably fucked every man, beast, and dagger hilt in your entire village, so we’ll be avoiding the diseases waiting in your traditional cocksheath. Instead, we’re gonna rape your mouth and ass. But before we do that, we’re going to lay down some ground rules for safety here, alright. If any of us feel teeth, you’re gonna be eating them. I’ll get off with your bloody gums and throat if I have to. And when Lord Warden orders us to bring you outside the camp and let you go, we’re gonna rip off your nipples, dangle you by the leg from a tree, and watch as wolves eat you alive. We’ll make sure they don’t knot you instead, since I know how much your kind enjoys that. So for your own sake, take our cocks like a good little throatfucking cumslut, drain our balls a few times each, and maybe you’ll go home in one piece. Deal?” 

Elsha’s cocky demeanor completely dried up as she realized Waldon was dead serious. She’d heard the stories of what these guys did to civilians during their crusade to the Vultcano, but had always dismissed those as simply stories. Apparently handsome little alter boys like Aubry were the exception, not the rule. She nodded. 

“Hmm? A little more enthusiastic, if you will,” Waldon teased. “Beg for my cock, ask for my seed down your throat like an obedient little slut, and maybe I’ll oblige.”

“Go fuck yourself,” she spat. “Use me if you will, but don’t think for a mo-ARUGGGG!”

Orain gingerly touched the knee he’d just driven into her stomach. “Welp, pack it up boys, the lady doesn’t want our cocks. Hold out for a few more days, fellas, maybe the women and children in her village will be a little more gracious towards our cum. (I swear, Mr. CSIS-man, this is just fun and games. Nothing illegal is gonna happen here, I promise. Also, I’m pretty sure you shouldn’t be jerking off at work, bud.) I don’t know how I’m gonna pay off all these child support lawsuit my barbarian bastard kids are gonna be serving up to me in a few years time, but I’m sure it’ll be worth it, especially if all the holes in your family are framed by a butt as pretty as yours.”

Elsha gasped, lowered her head, and whispered something.
“Hmm?” Waldon leaned down slightly. “You’ve something to say, bitch?”

“Please,” she begged. “Please, give me your cock. Put your fat thing inside my virgin asshole. Break me with your massive shaft. Pump your sperm into my asshole and watch it leak into my disgusting, diseased pussy. I’ll bear your children and be a baby factory for you all to replenish your ranks with. I’ll be your cute girl, moan and make all the noises you want me to. Please, use me however you’d like, rape and abuse me like an uptight slut that doesn’t know her place. Just please leave the vil-ARGHHHHGH!” she screamed as Marcus, tired of waiting, shoved his hard 7 inches of man-meat deep into her puckered star. He grabbed her delicate booty with one hand, and spanked her pale skin with the other. Blow after blow fell against her tight skin, until her asscheek was deep red. Marcus’ large member tore a swath through her rectum, ravaging her anal walls again and again. She hadn’t the chance to suck it first, so he was going in mostly dry. The bastard had the decency to concentrated some spit into her ass valley through, which eventually made it into her ravaged hole, lubricating it, but not before at least a dozen excruciatingly painful dry thrusts torn through her ex-virgin behind. 

“Now, Marcus maybe easy to persuade. But I’m not,” Waldon dropped his pants and his 6 ½ inches flopped out an inch in front of her face, hanging at half-mast. “You’re gonna have to ask more nicely.”

“Oh please, please, FUUCK, oh let me, UH-AHA, wrap my fat lips around your, EH-UH, delicious shaft and service you with, ARGHHH, my hot throat, OH ARGHHH, and dump fat loads of wonderful, savory cum into my stomach, AH-AH-UGHHH, I’m so hungry for your creamy seed, OHHHH-FUCK, make me your slave, oh please, your little fleshlight, OH-FUUUUUCK, you can grab my hair and yank it like love-handles, get your friends to cum, ARUGHHHHHH, into, into a bucket and I’ll drink the heavenly mi- GLURK SHLURK GHURK GHURK GHRUK GLURK,” her words cut off by Waldon’s cock, shoved all the way into her slick throat. Her mouth and throat made a hot bubbly slurping noise with every one of Waldon’s thrusts, and whipping all 3 men into a frenzy. Orain undid his trousers and stood on her left, slowly stroking his semi, waiting impatiently for his turn.

“Mmmm, now that was persuasive argumentation, bitch,” Waldon cooed as he took up her offer,  grabbing fistfuls of her messy, raven-black hair for leverage, and slammed her skull right up against his hairy crotch again and again. His large ballsack, laiden with hot, fresh cum from a week of not emptying it, slapped against her chin again and again. “Ohhh, that’s really nice. Just many cocks did you practice on in your village, baby?”

“GLURK SHULRK GLURK GHURK,” was Elsha’s only reply, with her abused throat completely occupied. Her nose was filled with Waldon’ pubic hair, and she could barely breath. Each time his sticky love-pole exited her throat, she gasped in just a bit of air. If she choked, the bastard might not even notice, and looked like he would happily skull-fuck her long-dead corpse until he finished. As she settled into the rhythm of her breaths, the pain in her behind became her focus once again. Her anal walls were stretching so it should have been slightly more bearable. However, she dimly realized that Marcus’ cock wasn’t completely sheathing with each thrust as her butt was still much too tight. She loosened a little with each thrust, but that extra room was occupied with even more cock by the next thrust, completely negating the stretching effect. She groaned mentally as she realized she was in for a very, very painful morning, and likely wasn’t going to be able to sit comfortably for a week. After a little while, the fire in her throat and rump turned into a different sort of fire in her loins. No matter how much she wanted to pretend otherwise, she was a masochist that loved being destroyed by fat cocks. She derived pleasure from pain. She wanted to be spit on, kicked around, and treated like dirt. The humiliation of being tied up, beaten, and degraded only made her wetter, and she wanted nothing more than to continue being a fuckhole for these men. She wanted more ropes to bind her, stop her every movement, put every fibre of her being at the mercy of her abusers. If anything, she wished there were more cocks present, to destroy her pussy and just rub against every inch of her dainty body. Almost subconsciously, her left hand began twitching in the direction of Orain’s semi. 

Orain noticed and laughed. “You fucking serious?” He took a knife and cut the binds on her left wrist. Even with the elbow still tied, she still had enough range of motion to jerk him off. Wrapping her long, rough fingers around his juicy sausage, she slowly squeezed and moved her hand back and forth. Drops of precum dripped onto her fingers from Orain’s cockhole, and she began to jerk him faster. 

“Wow, this tramp is really the tightest little thing, isn't she?” Marcus turned towards Orain. “Don’t let her finish you, mate, I’m gonna be vacating soon.”

Elsha groaned best she could with a Waldon’s fuck-rod lodged deep in her throat as Marcus’ cum-hose expanded in her ass just a fraction, a telltale sign that her first load of the day was about to arrive. Her eyes widened in pain as Waldon’s full 7 inches of hard meat encased itself fully inside her rectum, and a torrent of hot seed filled her bowels to the brim. She clenched, trying to squeeze as much Christian cream out of the offending instrument as possible, until his balls were completely emptied. He pulled out with a loud squelch, and globs of cum slopped out of her sin-hole, running all down her thighs and puddling on the ground. Her abused butt shuttered as the hot spunk soaked her comfortably. Before she had a chance to fully recover, another thick member tore into her polluted sphincter. Her eyes widened again, as Orain’s cock was just a little shorter, but had at least an extra inch in girth. Tears ran down her face as her pit stretched to the her breaking point to accommodate merely half of his massive knob. 

Orain was getting pretty frustrated. He was the one who caught their little cumslut in the first place, but he had to wait to get some actual action? Life’s not fair, he thought. And now this bitch’s hole wouldn’t even take his cock when she had no problem with Waldon’s mere seconds earlier? He pulled out and paused for a few moments, and leaned back slightly, shifting his weight. He was going to make this bitch regret clenching up to try to keep him out. 

Elsha breathed a sigh of relief as the assault against her cavern paused, or breathed as best she could with Waldon’s massive schlong still throat-fucking her relentlessly. Suddenly, white-hot pain erupted inside her ass. It felt like her butt had split open as Orain rammed his entire thick rod inside her. She tilted her head and shrieked in pain, just as Waldon took another thrust into her throat. As it happened, Waldon was already close to finishing himself and the vibrations from her attempted scream ran up his cock, the pleasurable buzz tipping him over the edge.

“Fuck,” Waldon grunted as he felt his balls discharging their warm contents. The first 4 thick ropes of luscious, creamy milk sprayed right down Elsha's throat into her stomach, but then his cock popped out, and the last 2 delicious spurts coated Elsha’s face instead. Her tongue lolled out and she attempted to lick Waldon’s sweet syrup off of her face. The largest clump had landed on her chin, and she desperately tried to stretch her tongue to lick it up.  ”Damn, this harlot really loves it, doesn’t she?” Waldon took a step back and began to clean himself.

Now without Waldon’s third leg lodged inside her gullet, Elsha was free to scream her pain and pleasure to the whole camp like a screeching harpy in heat. “OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, RAPE ME MORE, tear me a new hole, ARUGHHHHH, mmmmmmmmm, AH FUUUUCK, AHHHHH, you’re so fucking big and amazing, AHH-ARUGHHHHH!” A few of the grunts working on loading supplies turned to see what was going on. Naturally, every man in the camp wanted their turn with now designated cum-toilet. 

Waldon and Marcus looked at each other as a crowd gathered nearby. “Guess we need an order sheet or something, can’t let the whole camp sit in line all day waiting for their turn.” Waldon walked off and came back with a work order sheet with the names of every man in the camp on it. “Ok fellas,” he said to the group of gathered soldiers, “I guess we’ll go alphabetical by name, hey Marcus, cut her right hand free so we can get 4 or 5 guys going at a time, and all of you,” he turned back towards the assembled soldiers, “uh, just spread the word to the others, kinda figure out when approximately when your turn is going to be and just show up then, I guess. Oh and if you don’t want to die of syphilis, stay away from her repulsive womanhood. Alright, so Aire, Aylard, and Bernard, you guys are first, Corbin, you’re good to go after Captain Orain finishes,” He paused as another blood-curling wail cut through the air. “which should be very soon.”

WIth that, the grunts cheered, and the three lucky ones followed Waldon and Marcus back to Elsha. 

“UHHH-AH, you boys got a fucking, FUUUUCK, sign-up sheet for my ass? How, AH-AH-AH FU-, how, mmmmMMM, orderly of you,” she let out a few more squeals as Orain continued to plow her rear with his thick shaft. 

Waldon laughed while cutting her right hand free. “See, that’s the difference between you and us. If you barbarians were running this show, you’d let everyone pile on in a big crowd and trample a bitch to death. Lucky you’re here with us, cause we’ll keep you nice, healthy, and fuckable for the next little bit while the whole camp becomes intimately familiar with your charming figure.” He leaned down close to her head. “Just a small thing between you and me, can you do me a favor? Keep count of how many loads you take in this little party, I’m kind of curious myself. I’m sure a nice ass-slut like you probably enjoys keeping score anyway, don’t you?”

Before she had a chance to answer, she felt the familiar feeling of her butt being completely stuffed with boy-cream once again. Orain’s throbbing cock deposited stream after stream of sultry ejaculate, completely painting her insides with a thick white coat. Most of Marcus’ cum from earlier had been forced out by Orain’s hammer thrusts, but his own seed more than made up for that vacancy. 

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm ohhhhhhhh yeahhhhhh, your cock is so, so fucking nice,” Elsha’s moans trailed off as the comfortable feeling of being filled with hot delicious man-cream faded. She tilted her head up to look at Waldon with a lazy, half-lidded gaze. “Sure, I could do that for you, hot stuff, but you have to do me a solid too.”

“What can I do for you?” Waldon asked.

Elsha grinned. “What I said, a solid. As in you shove your solid yummy man-slab back into my slutty mouth, use my skull as your personal throatfucking cock-toy, and treat me to a few more loads of your sweet silky boy-milk.” She stared at him with big puppy eyes and opened her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue in anticipation of her treat. 

“Damn, I was going to go take it easy for bit, maybe get back to work, but when you get all girly like that…” Waldon undid his pants and without pause, stuck his semi into her soaking, torrid mouth. Her long tongue wrapped around his meat and the hot, moist, organ ran saliva up and down it. Without breaking eye contact with his bitch, he smirked, grabbed her by her messy hair with one hand and her chin with the other, and slammed his now erect cock straight down her cavernous passage.

“Oh, I love the-SHLURK GLURK GLURK GHURK GHRUK SHLURK GLURK,” his large rod cut off whatever slutty thing Elsha was going to declare her love for, which was fine by her. She was bored of talking anyway.

Elsha was the one to break eye contact first, glancing at the 3 dumbfounded grunts around her. She glared at the closest one, and when he met her gaze, she wriggled her hips and shook her ass encouragingly.

“Well? Come on, fellas, don’t be shy, introduce yourselves to the fine lady, and give her what she wants,” Marcus gestured towards the grunts, before going with Orain back to the fort, as there was more work to be done to meet their inventory deadline. 

The 3 lucky grunts took their positions around Elsha, and brought out their cocks. The two she stroked with her long, rough fingers were fairly average, nothing particularly amazing in any way, smaller than the captains for sure, but she was getting rather tired, so small and comfortable was what she craved in that moment. Not bucking the trend, the cock that timidly entered her asshole was also average, but despite all the abuse, her rear orifice was still a tight fit for the man, just enough to be pleasurable and comfortable. Elsha settled into her relaxing role of army whore for these men and mentally braced for a full day of fun.

As Waldon continued to molest her throat with his veiny tool, Elsha’s mind began to spin. Possibly the lack of oxygen from the intense throat-exploitation courtesy of Waldon’s fat cock, or the enormous amount of baby batter that she had already taken in a relatively short amount of time, but regardless of the cause, she wanted more. More abuse, more beatings, more and more rock-hard delightful cocks to corrupt her elegant body. Before, she was acting on the slim chance that invaders with emptied balls may be a little more merciful in victory, but now she didn’t even care about that. Her pussy had been completely neglected, but now she barely felt it. Just the thought that 50 different dicks were going to spend days raiding her puckered star and foxy mouth had her frothing and writhing in pleasure. Her mind was breaking in a fit of sexual frenzy and she knew it, and welcomed it. 

Elsha barely noticed when Waldon, as promised, unloaded another 2 ropes of sweltry, sticky nectar straight into her belly, or when the two cocks in her hands finished and blasts of hot delicious cream splashed against her back and arms. The only thing wanted in that moment was more cocks and more cum. And more cocks did come to satisfy her. Three more grunts stepped up, their balls just waiting for her soft, dainty flesh to stimulate them into releasing their glorious contents, coating every last inch of her skin. She wanted to be bathed with it, even the original idea of having them cum into a bucket and drinking the whole thing wasn’t quite far-fetched anymore. She opened her mouth wide, accepting one of them, and squeezed the other 2 with her hands, hard enough to be pleasurable, but gently enough to allow easy motion.

In a half-lidded daze, Elsha barely noticed the grunt making love to her behind chose not to spill his paint inside, but rather finished with the valley of her buttcrack, exhasting his load on the surface of her perky ass and soft skin of her lower back. Another cock replaced it and rammed into her hole and continued to desecrate her, but she was close to being numb to it all. More ejaculations, this time the one in her left hand, coating her face with spermy goodness, and another one stepped up. Two more spurts splashing against her face. More cocks replaced. More goo splattered her back, the direction from which it came was irrelevant. Another cock, larger, this time, defiled her delighted butt. More spurts of creamy honey, against her thighs, neck, hair, feet. She completely lost track of the passage of time, instead measuring the number of goey, tasteful loads of man-milk that had been delivered onto and into her. 

When she reached 124 hot, heavenly loads, the cocks that finished weren’t being replaced anymore. Finally, another load in her ass, was it the fourth or fifth time I’ve pleasured this man?, she wondered, all of them blurring together as she only remembered a number. The man left, and she was still tied all alone. DImly, she noticed it was dark, probably around 10 in the PM at this point, she’d been getting fucked for almost 14 hours straight. Spent beyond all hope, she slumped down.

The 3 captains, wondering on the status of their little cocksleeve, were walking back to check on her right about this time, and she slumped to the ground just as they rounded a corner and could see her. As it turns out, some fuckwit had loosened the bonds on her elbows to make her handjobs better, but it was 
so loose that her arms just completely slipped out, and she was just too drunk on making love to the 50 cocks on base to notice. The Captains rushed towards her expecting her to try to escape, but to their bewilderment, she did the opposite. Too weak to stand, she began to crawl towards them, mumbling something.

Exchanging looks of what the fuck? , the captains squatted down near her. 

“Is that you guys? Marcus, Waldon? The one with the dumb name?” Her hair was matted and covered her face, every shred of clothing and whatever else she wore had been torn off at some point, and even her face and body paint was dissolving and running down her prim body. 

“Yeah?” Waldon answered cautiously. An elite shaman freed could make short work of any captain, and Lord Aubry wasn’t nearby. 

“I’m ...hungry.” Came a strained answer.

“Well, lucky you, we thought you might be and brought you some food from dinner.” He beckoned for Orain to hand down a chunk of bread and a bowl of stew.

“Yeah ...I guess I’m hungry for food too. Thanks.” Elsha took the food from Orain and ate slowly. 

“Also, we’ll take you to the creek nearby to wash up, I’m not gonna even think of touching you covered in 30 men’s worth of sperm.” 

“You- you mean you’ll fuck me afterwards?” her eyes lit up at the prospect of getting creamed by their delicious cocks again. “Your men are good, sure, but nowhere near as good as you boys.”

“Uhh,” Waldon glanced at his coordinates, “sure, we’ll probably chain you by one arm to the fence and just let whoever fuck you whenever throughout the night after we’re done.”

“Oh, that would be just lovely,” she said, without a hint of insincerity. “You all have such pleasant cocks and know exactly how a lady wants to be treated. It’s so nice, all the thick, creamy goodness that you build up inside your balls for weeks at a time, only to explode it all on me. It’s so warm and comfortable, really makes a little girl feel loved…”

At swordpoint, they took her to the creek while she continued rambling and guarded over her as she washed herself, removing the dirty, running camo paint from her face and body, inserting a few fingers into her still-tight asshole to clean out the last traces of cum. When she walked back to the captains, they could see that hidden under her layers of disrespect, paint, and cum, she really was a beautiful woman. Big, round face with thick, full lips. Rosy cheeks, a small, cute nose with a light smattering of pink freckles, and big almond-shaped eyes, all framed by lovely, raven-colored locks of shoulder-length hair. That wasn’t going to stop any of them completely desecrating her sexually though, and as soon as she was loosely chained by one arm to the fence, Orain walked up and was about to start skull-fucking her when she stopped him.

“Wait, please stop.” She widened her begging, pouty eyes in desperation.

Orain laughed and was about to force her jaw open with his hands when Waldon and Marcus stopped him. “Honestly, I kinda wanna see where she’s going with this.”

“Well,” she continued, “it’s simple. Your boys have stretched my asshole far beyond the point of any repair. It simply won’t be pleasing you anymore. Maybe with a few months to recuperate, I’d reform, but you impatient lads wouldn’t want to wait that long, would you? So instead, you two,” she pointed at Waldon and Marcus, “put both of your delicious cocks together and double penetrate my little tush. How does that sound?”

Orain was the first to answer. “Honestly, that sounds pretty gay. Your dick’s are gonna touch and rub against each other, no way to avoid that.”

“In all fairness, the gay is only banned by the Vatican for being unnatural. Since we’d both be fucking a woman, that’s as natural as it gets,” Marcus mused. “You’re just sharing with a friend, and isn’t sharing a positive trait taught in the church? I honestly don’t have a problem with this.”

“It’s only gay to love another man, and touching dicks isn’t a sign of love, so we should be fine.” Waldon finished.

“Are you idiots insane? What on God’s earth is more gay than touching dicks?!” Orain wasn’t going to let things go quite so easily. 

Marcus’ 200 IQ cock spun up again. “Errrr… eye contact? Yeah, it’s only gay if you make eye contact. I’m pretty sure that’s what the bible says, it’s not gay if there’s no eye contact. Look, you make eye contact with your lover, right? So eye contact is a sign of love. You can rub dicks with another man, as long as there’s no eye contact, it technically not gay because you don’t love them. You’re just ...buddies”

“Fine, fuck each other in ass if you want to, just leave me out of your gay shit,” Orain leaned down and stuck his fingers into Elsha’s mouth for her to suck on sluttily. “This bitch’s throat is my fleshlight, and I ain’t fucking sharing, gay or no gay.”

“Ok,” Waldon turned to Marcus, “the easiest way to do this is probably for me to lie down facing up, sit her on top of me, and you can just plow her from behind normally, while Orain stands to the side. We’ll both keep our eyes closed just to be safe in avoiding the big gay, and we should be good to go.” Marcus nodded and rounded over to Elsha’s backside.

Elsha only had a single metal handcuff on which was attached by a long chain to the fence, so she was now free to maneuver about. She sat snugly atop Waldon facing him while Marcus aimed her butt right over Waldon’s shaft, before kneeling and readying his own cock. Orain, following instructions, stood on Waldon’s side with his hand around her head. 

Marcus grabbed Waldon’s cock along with his own with one hand, eyes screwed shut to avoid a potential homosexually charged gaze from Waldon. Elsha laughed at their stupidity as she sat down in one smooth motion and impaled herself anally upon the fagot underneath her. The feeling of two lovely independent cocks moving at different speeds and angles simply overwhelmed her for a moment, she simply leaned back and breathed, experiencing the feeling, before Orain forcefully shoved his hard man-slab down her gullet once again. Her gag reflex completely numbed at this point, she simply made sure to suck in small breaths with each shove, and bore the discomfort with a smile and cute, wide eyes. True pleasure erupted from inside her like nothing else when Marcus and Waldon began to get more adventurous, moving faster and harder, abrading against her anal cavity. The white-hot pain in her tight butt was like nothing she had ever experienced. If she was sleepy from being covered in cum an hour ago, she felt none of that now. She was completely awake, and ready to absorb every last spark of this intense double assfucking treatment she was being given. With no pauses, Waldon and Marcus destroyed her hole, thrusting vigorously, trying their best to ignore the feeling of each other’s cock and instead focusing purely on the heavenly walls of Elsha’s anal cavity. As the two cocks of her friends, yeah they felt like her friends now, demolished her sin-hole, a third friend violated her throat. “GLURK SHURLOK GHURK GHURK GHURK,” wet saliva and precum bathed Orain’s member, allowing it to slide along her hot, tight throat with ease.

The villagers in the Ragefire tribe always said Elsha was blessed by Fjalar and Galar, drinkers of Kvasir’s blood and lords of war, but now Elsha knew her true patron: Nysos, the God of blood, wine, and semen; a lie like the rest, for sure, but Nysos didn’t make his followers weak. Nysos didn’t care, whatever his followers wanted, they would take with no repercussions, he only asked that they share with him. And right now, Elsha knew she would be treated with plenty of semen to share with her lord. Elsha loved it. The feeling of two cocks thrusting furiously into her ass overwhelmed her senses, and she would have screamed loud enough to wake the whole camp if she had the oxygen to spare for it. Oh, how she loved it, with each dull slam, shocks ran up her spine, and it was soon necessary for Orain to hold her by the head to prevent her from falling over. Precum leaked from Marcus and Waldon’s cockholes, leaking out and improving the lubrication. Her ass was filled so utterly, she laughed inside as she remembered the difficulty to which she took Orain’s thick shaft earlier in the day. 

Shots of pain suddenly exploded against her skin in various parts, causing her to nearly lose her cock-sucking rhythm and choke. Slowly, she realized all three men were touching, groping and squeezing her most sensitive places. Marcus had leaned back slightly to fondle her feet sensually, Waldon was spanking her abused asscheeks, and Orain was tweaking and groping her breasts. Being a masochist whore, she loved the coarse and raw treatment, and her body shuttered. Orain must have felt something was wrong, because he loosened up and removed his cock, just in time for Elsha to rear her head back and shriek in pleasure. Somehow, despite her vagina not even being touched in the last 15 hours of continuous sex, she came. A flow of juices sprayed from her clit, splashing all over Waldon, her legs gave away and she fell backwards and hilted herself completely on the 2 cocks abusing her. Her broken mind couldn’t piece together where the pleasure was coming from, only that it was there, and it was the most fantastic thrilling feeling she’d ever experienced in her life. 

The sheer volume of her orgasm and eruption did it for Waldon and Marcus, and the 2 men came at the same time, shooting a combined four testicles worth of thick, creamy goo right up her butt. Their balls were about halfway emptied when her ass was filled completely. More cum leaked out of her asshole through whatever small openings exists between their cocks, and even as she slid off in a crumpled mess, both of the men launched a few more weak ropes of semen, dowsing her ass and thighs with thick, creamy cum. 

Orain, sick of being cockclocked again, grabbed Elsha by the hair and yanked her up, forcing himself into her mouth one last time before unloading. Elsha took his mouthwatering ejaculate straight to her belly, warming her up, while a few more ropes splashed on her face. She spread it around by rubbing her face with his cock, taking his balls in her mouth and running her tongue against them. Soon, her face was covered by a thin sheen of sticky, man-fluid.

“Mmmmmmmm, I fucking love you guys,” she murmured. “Now bring in your boys, I’m still hungry.”

The captains looked behind them to see a small group of grunts waiting for their turn. 

Marcus addressed the group. “Yeah, just keep using her if you want. Probably gonna want two cocks in her ass at any one time just like how we were doing, the bitch ain’t as tight as she was, just don’t make eye contact, eye contact is what makes you the big gay. And do actually try to get some sleep, there’s still a bit more work to be done tomorrow. Dismissed.”

The captains left, and an almost-dazed Elsha turned to the group of grunts. “Come on, boys. Feed me…” The six men standing at the door happily obliged. Rotations were set up, and soon, she was bouncing on 2 cocks pounding deep into her bowels, with 2 more in her hands, another abrading roughly between her lovely tits, and the 6th sliding in and out of her throat. Her mind was so slow that the two getting handjobs practically used her hands as fleshlights, and this was doubly true for the ones getting blow and titjobs. Elsha sat there like a chunk of dumb meat while a crowd of grunts pleasured themselves with her limp body.

Marcus, Orain, and Waldon looked at each other and shrugged, then turned to their quarters and went to bed to replenish their balls. 

Elsha spent the night being fucked in every conceivable position. On her knees, on her back, carried in mid air whilst being spitroasted. There was never a short supply of hard savory cocks filled with lovely cream for her to snack on. Cocks would bury themselves deep in every possible location: her armpits, between her thighs, between her neck and chin, and in the crook of her elbows, but no one dared to touch her disease-ridden vagina. They pleasured themselves with her body 5, 6, 7, or even 8 at a time. Up to 8 cocks enjoying and delighting themselves with her body. Soon she fell asleep, lying in a puddle of fresh jizz, with a soft smile on her face, having received upwards of a comfortable 80 loads of seed.
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Night passes
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The next morning, the three went to where Elsha was secured, and she was there, caked from head to toe in dry, flaking cum. Someone had the decency to fetch her a blanket, which was also covered in sperm. Apparently the men found it funny to jerk off onto her while she was asleep. “Ruined my fucking counter,” Waldon grumbled.They woke her up, she washed and had breakfast, before making another announcement, beaming.

“Yeah, you fellas are probably not gonna have difficulty guessing what I want from you now,” Elsha teased. She looked towards Orain, “what’s wrong with a little,” she made a jerking-off motion, “fun between friends, hmm? Is it cause you’re secretly gay and feel the need to compensate for it? It’s ok, we won’t tell anyone. You can tell us.”

Oraine took a step forwards and grabbed her by the neck. “I’ll fucking show you a thing or three…” but Marcus held him back. 

Once again, little Mr. 200 IQ got to work. “She’s right though. Only closeted gays have problems with doing gay things. They know they’re gay and they don’t want to be, so they try extra hard compensate be being as not gay as possible. Only guys who are confident in their not gay-ness like me and Marcus can do seemingly gay stuff, since we know it’s not gay, since we’re not gay. It may appear gay, but we don’t care what it appears like, since everyone knows we’re not gay. You get me? The best way to prove you’re not gay is to do gay shit. So close your eyes, lend me your dick, and lets rip this bitch in half.”

“Persuasive as always, Marcus.” He dropped his pants and closed his eyes. “So how do we do this?”

After lots of sweating and cursing, the three arranged a position that was relatively comfortable for all four of them, and once again, Elsha leaned back, allowing the entire fagot to breach her prim butthole. She moaned loudly, for the first time she was getting fucked without her mouth being occupied with another dick or two, so now she could be as vocal as she wanted. 
As the three cocks plunged at different speeds and angles into her ass, she let out yelps, screams, moans, grunts, curses, all manner of lewd noises escaped her plump lips. As the men hammered in and out of her now-gaping rear hole, she just wanted more. “AH FUCK, UH UH-AH-AH, of course you three have to triple, ARUGHHH, uh, triple-team my butt, EHHAH-AH, your cocks are so small and pathetic, AH-AH-ARUGGHHHHHH, I’d barely feel it with, AHHHHH ARUGHHHHH, with just one of them. FUUUUCK. Rip me apart! Destroy me! RAPE MY ASS HARDER! HARDER!” her words didn’t make sense anymore, to her or anyone else. They were just interchangeable with whatever sounds her sexy vacant mouth wanted to make to express her desires, yet the pleasure was so great she could scream herself hoarse and wouldn’t even communicate the tip of her orgasmic iceberg, so to speak. “mmmMMMMM, OH YES, oh right FUCKING there, yeah,  ohhhhhh-FUUUUCK, i don’t which one of you it ARUGHHHHHHH, which one did it, but your cock is OHHHH, SO FUCKING AMAZING, PUMP ME HARDER! RAPE MY ASSHOLE MORE!” Waldon was right, she was a whore. Raised with animals from an early age meant she learned quickly what sex was and what purposes it served, and as soon as she reached sexual maturity, she fucked anyone and anything with a even remotely suitably shaped appentage. Men, wolves, horses, boars, dagger hilts, her pussy had seen and felt everything. But even being destroyed by two horses over the course of a few hours, or by a pack of wolves or dogs was nothing compared to the guttural fucking she was getting now. Men and beasts in the village and wild respected her as a predator, and wouldn’t beat, degrade, spit on, and generally treat her like little more than a cum-toilet. But this whole time, that’s what she wanted, and that’s exactly what the knights treated her like. From the endless train of cocks from the previous day to the three captains putting aside their differences and together their dicks to triple fuck her asshole, she had no voice, no control. Her life depended on her ability to suck cock and act as a filthy cumslut and the feeling of degrading powerlessness was intoxicating. For a woman like her, it was addictive ecstasy, better than any drug. She loved it so much she stopped acting, and at this point, everything in the world vanished except her and the 3 massive shafts annihilating her chamber. She wished there were others here, others to slap her, beat her, rape her throat with two cocks at once, anything, but the current feeling was good enough, she supposed.

Finally, she orgasmed once again from the assfucking. Her head and tits were abrading painfully on the hard ground, and she lacked the strength to raise herself, and the abrasions added to her sexual fury and she came again. Elsha felt her orgasm as a rolling tide of mind-destroying bliss, and the hot jizz that completely filled her gaping asshole was just a cherry on top. With horrid, wet noises, the 3 cocks stretching her asshole slowly vacated, strings of white cum still stuck between her and the dongs. Once they pulled out, the extent of the damage done to her behind was exposed. He asshole was massive, dark void, a gaping hole that could barely pleasure 2 cocks in the future, and could probably fit a single cock without the owner realizing. Slowly, the three men got up, cleaned themselves, and got dressed, while Elsha continued letting out soft moans from her mouth and creamy baby batter from her wrecked asshole. Her tongue hung out touching the ground, and her limbs twitched uncontrollably.
Hearing footsteps, the men parted as Lord Aubry walked up to them. “Really did a number on the lass, did you now?” He smiled and knelt beside the naked, trembling woman. “More bad news for you, I’m afraid. A lack of communication seems to be plaguing this fort. The main Iron Claw force has already completely destroyed the Ragefire village and surrounding settlements, most of your friends are dead, in chains, or driven away, likely to die in the coming winter. Your family is likely either dead, soon to be dead, or enslaved. Our campaign in this area is finished. In a few hours, the last of our supplies here will be finished moving, and we will be vacating the area. And you will be free to go as I see no more reason to keep you with us. Do not attempt to attack us, and we will leave you in peace to do what you wish. Where will you go? What will you do? I do not have answers for you but-”

“I want to go with you.” Elsha’s words were spoken so softly Aubry nearly mistook her voice for the breeze.

Aubry frowned, a rare occurrence. “And what will you do coming with us?”

This time, it was Elsha who smiled. “More.”

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6 months later
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Lord Aubry walked down the halls of the main Iron Claw Legion barracks deep in the heart of knight’s territory along with the Flag Lieutenant who was in charge of it. 

“How has our little Ms. Elsha been adjusting?” Aubry asked, with the sincerity of a true Christian.

“Oh, she’s just been wonderful. Extremely obedient and lovely girl, She gets Sundays off but chooses to work anyway. I wish I had more just like her. Thank you so much for bringing her here.” The Flag Lieutenant was young and inexperienced, so having someone like Elsha allowed him to relax more in certain areas. “This way.” He opened a door labeled “RECREATION,” and showed the Warden in.

There, Elsha knelt on a low table. She looked completely different, with clothes and a hairstyle much more knightley, but the lewd noises she made as the six men surrounding her fucked her brains out was unmistakably Elsha’s. She was facing the door and saw Aubry come in and greeted him with a beaming smile and wide, almond eyes. She really was a pretty girl, even a hardcore man like Aubry had to admit. For whatever reason, no cock was occupying her mouth, and she was free to talk. “Hi Aubry! Are, FUUUUCK OHHHHAUGHHHH, are you here to finally let me ca-ARUGHHHH, catch you with your pants down?” Understandably, it was difficult for her to speak with 6 cocks ravaging her body in what was unlikely her first such session of the day.

Aubry smiled and recalled the conversation they had upon first meeting. “That would be entertaining to see. But no, I am not. I’m merely seeing if the weak I’ve shepherd from the valley of darkness is happy in her new life.”

“ARUGHHHHH, yeah, you really are your brother’s, UH-AH, keeper and lost children, FUUUUUCK, and all that good shit. I love it, OHHHH-FUCK, love it here, everyone is so wonderful and nice an- ARUGHHHH-AH-AH- GLURK GLURK HURLK GLURK GHURK SHLURK,” before she could finish, another soldier appeared and began fucking her throat.

“Well, that is certainly good to hear. I am very glad you’re enjoying yourself. And I would like to thank you for being such a delightful guest in my camp all those months ago. Until next we meet, Ms. Elsha. It’s been a pleasure.” Lord Aubry, the righteous man, turned and walked out the room, closing the door on his way. “A story of good and evil indeed.”


