Into the Wilds (Supple Nail & The_PG)

[The Supple Nail]

Princess Lyrianna shifted sorely in her saddle, pushing herself up in the stirrups to give her thighs and petite backside a little relief from the constant motion. They had only been riding for a day but already her legs were protesting the difficult, continuous motion. It was a far cry from the plush seat of her small throne, behind and to the left of her father's towering golden affair on the royal dais. Lyrianna missed the decadence and comfort of the court. The first night had been an adventure, a day of riding and a night in a posh inn with her royal guards to see to her. But on this the second day of her journey the excitement had given way to boredom and saddle soreness.

The trip had been her father's idea. She was sixteen now, practically a woman, and with her younger brother the crown prince still taking his lessons in short pants it was time for Lyrianna to step into her role as a diplomat and servant of the kingdom. Lyrianna's mother had convinced her father that perhaps something simple would be a good start.

And so the princess found herself here, towards the frontier of the kingdom, two days into a tour of the outlying provinces. Ahead of her and all around her rode the knights of her royal guard, stolid and dutiful defenders each one. Just as the call of adventure had given way to boredom their staunch professionalism and over protective concern for her was quickly becoming wearisome. The romance of bold knights riding in her honor was muted by the dull realities of travel. Calling out a turn here, warning of a rock that could turn her mount's ankle there, and otherwise riding in respectful silence. In short, they weren't any fun.

Lyrianna adjusted her divided riding skirt and straightened her back in her saddle, practicing the royal posture that had been ingrained in her by tutors since she could walk. Her lithe form was upright and slender, with willowy arms and delicate hands. Her straight back led up to a long, slender neck and a crown of golden hair pulled up into a practical but stylish bun by a jeweled pin and surmounted with a simple gold circlet. Her features were royal, with full lips and expressive eyes under a gentle brow.

She perked up a bit when the lead knight of her cadre raised a mailed fist to call a halt. Instantly an air of caution fell over the small party. In fact, now that she thought of it Lyrianna's keen political training had sensed an undercurrent of nervousness and over vigilance since they had passed through the populated areas of the kingdom and into the wild lands. Something was making the knights very skittish and it seemed to be coming to a head without a warning.

"What is it?" She asked, more excited than scared.

"Shhh." One of the knights said, making an urgent chopping motion with his hand.

"There's something in the woods."

 

[The_PG]

Karak the Defiler stood with defiant confidence behind the fallen tree and dense shrubbery as one green eye, and one yellow, traced along the traveling pack of humans. His Orcish nose twisted in disgust at the smell of the humans steel and stench. The cursed knights scent blotted out the much more desirable and delicate one of the fair lady in the protective circle. This one was but a pup, but even pup's had breasts and pussy's that the Defiler desired. He dropped his long and powerful arm as the signal for his Clan of Dreadnoughts to attack. Their dirty green skin blended in well with the surrounding forest, and they outnumbered the shiny knights ten to one. Orcs bread fast, and do not take time to care for the sick or infirm, every male, and any non-pregnant female could fight well. Their only weakness was that horses did not appreciate any Orcish rider, so they had to ride the massive werewolves that were much harder to train and much more liable to kill their handler as the enemy. Still, they had their purpose, and Karak had plenty of soldiers to feed the hungry mouths of his werewolf pets, and throw at the shiny knights with bright steel.

Two massive trees with all their numerous branches sharpened into stakes fell in front and behind of the traveling party, blocking any chance of quick escape. Any escape would have to cut through the now numerous Orcs rushing from the forest like a wave from the ocean, and it would be a bloody one.

Karak stepped from the trees just as the first waves of his soldiers met the first lines of defense of the humans. The roar and scent of his warriors spooked a few of the knights horses, but many of the riders and their mounts were veteran's of the campaign's that had decimated other Orcish Hordes. The Dreadnoughts were one of the few that had escaped the endless armies that were sent into the mountains, having hidden in deep caves and only fighting when they were sure of an advantage. Now the humans were becoming careless, sending smaller and smaller bands of protectors with their merchants and diplomats. Karak was taking advantage of that, and quickly the roads around his mountain fortresses were becoming feared, but not yet enough. He was sure that this attack would make any King or Lord fear him even more.

With a roar from his fanged and massive mouth he announced his challenge, "I am Karak of the Dreadnoughts and none shall pass my lands without proper homage!"

A roar went up from his troops that coincided with the clash of steel. The knights were better armored, better trained, and better experienced. But Karak's warriors were younger, stronger, faster, and more numerous. The fighting at the edges did not last long, but the best knights were in the center protecting Karak's prize. Him, and his guard of most experienced fighters moved directly for the center.

"Leave none alive!" Roared Karak above the carnage with a booming voice as he took the head off a fallen knight who valiantly tried to get between him and the few remaining guards who defended their lady with honor and stoic defiance in the face of certain death. The first of such knights saw Karak approaching with steady stride, holding one bloodied axe in his right hand, and clutching a gleaming scimitar in the other.

"Foul pig," The knight muttered, as he prepared for Karak's charge.

With the legs of a boar, and reach of a bear, Karak flew at the knight and ducked beneath the skillful slice of the knights longsword. Bringing his scimitar up in a wide sweep Karak cut through armor and sinew in one blow; nearly chopping the human in half. The nearest knight jabbed at the Orc Chieftan, but the nimble, powerful warrior spun away from the thrust and buried his hatchet in the humans skull. Allowing the blade and body to drop to the floor. Pulling one of the numerous dirk's from a hidden holder, Karak met the last knights charge with a leap. His clawed feet latched to the man's shoulders and dug through the armor as the knight fell heavily. Ripping the helmet from the knights head, Karak leaned down and seized his neck with razor sharp fangs and powerful jaw. He tore flesh and ended the man's life in one swift tug.

The girl screamed, and Karak spit the flesh from his mouth. Though he had eaten man before, he preferred wild game, men were just too filthy.

Other Dreadnoughts did not have such restraint, and were sampling a few livers and kidneys as he shouted, "Back to the fortress. Take all of their steel and make sure they are all dead! No word will reach anyone of this." A few of them grumbled, as Orcs were boastful and wished everyone to know of their deeds, but now was not the time, Karak knew. Men were still too numerous, and too strong to beat in the open. In a few more years things would be different, but not now.

Striding towards the girl as he reclaimed his axe and put all of his weapons in their scabbards, he stopped just in front of her and backhanded her with the casualness of swatting a fly. It was still forceful enough to land the she-human on her back.

"You are my slave, she-human, and I will have you now."

Dropping his breech cloth and shrugging from his leather armor, Karak dropped to his knees and began ripping the she-humans clothes from her body. It didn't take long to reveal all the treasure he had been searching for. The pearly white flesh was glistening with nervous sweat, and trembling from fear, roughly he spit upon his fingers and rubbed between her legs. Lowering himself, he began to force his girth towards her virgin hull with blood lusting grin smeared on his green face.

 

[The Supple Nail]

Lyrianna found herself dazed and disoriented by the swirling confusion of battle as hulking shapes boiled out of the trees, swarming around her knights in a melee of confusion and savagery.

"Get her out of here!" Her knight captain barked, his sword singing as he ripped it from its scabbard. He used the flat to give her mount a mighty wallop on its hind quarters and it jerked, sounding a panicked whinny as it bolted. It didn't get half a dozen strides before felled tree branches crashed through the brush to block both advance and retreat, bottling the outnumbered knights in with the ravening horde of orcs. Her mount reared and Lyrianna found herself thrown to the ground, the impact knocking the breath from her lungs.

In a moment a trio of knights had swung down to stand over her, fighting back to back over her supine form in a desperate attempt to buy her some time. The battle was too close, too pressing for any of them to spare their attention to help her to her feet. To have done so would have been instant death. And so death was not instant, but a prolonged and bloody skirmish. Shining knots of armored figures clumped together and eroded away like earth swept away by a flood until only the knight captain and his two companions stood over Lyrianna. These were the most skilled fighters, the most experienced soldiers, and for a moment Lyrianna held out the feeble hope that they would be able to cut their way to safety.

But her hopes were dashed when the most enormous orc she had ever seen swaggered forward, dispatching her protectors with casual ease. They sold their lives valiantly, but ultimately could not buy anything with them. Blood dripped from the orc's lips and Lyrianna felt paralyzed by terror. But she mastered herself. She was a princess, damnit, and she would not be cowed like some serving wench. She drew herself up to her full height, exuding regal pride, heedless of the fact that she barely came up to the orc's chest.

"Halt, beast!" She commanded imperiously.

"I am Princess Lyrianna, by what right do you..." Her words were cut off when the brute struck her with the back of his hand.

The blow sent her reeling, spun her around and splayed her in the dirt. She sputtered, shock and pain making her eyes go wide. Before she could react he was on her, his brutish fingers ripping away the finely woven wool of her riding skirt.

"No, no..." She cried, beating futilely at his chest with her tiny hands.

He hooked a finger in the neck of her gown and casually tore it down to her waist. She was jerked forward as her neckline ripped and exposed the creamy skin of her breasts. Her face blushed crimson but there was nothing she could do as he held her down and ripped her clothing away. Her eyes got as wide as saucers when he revealed his enormous member. He rubbed two fingers between her legs in the barest gesture of lubrication and the contact made her shiver. She felt the calloused flesh of his hands running along the lips of her pussy and tried to hold her knees closed, but he wrenched them open with contemptuous ease. Tears streamed down her face as she felt the bulbous head of his cock poised at the entrance of her virgin passage.

"You can't...you'll kill me...it's to big..." She gasped, panic writ on her face.

 

[The_PG]

Karak laughed uproariously at the frightened princesses words. The fact that she was a princess did not bother him in the least, it only made the victory so much sweeter, humans would come to fear the name of Karak the Defiler when he showed Lyrianna to her father. Sucking his cock, and content with her place in society. The only thing he title changed, was the fact that she would not die immediately; if she behaved. Leaning over her tiny frame with a half-snarl, half-chuckle, he brought his massive face and razor sharp jaws within millimeters of the princesses face. "If you want to live, you'll make sure it fits." Dribbles of drool, mixed with the blood of her former knights dripped from his mouth and splattered across Lyrianna's creamy white neck and rapidly rising and falling chest.

Now Karak had the large mushroom shaped head of his cock against the narrow slit between the princesses legs.

All of the muscles in his back, ass, and legs coiled slowly together before releasing with unyielding power. He surged forward, spearing her tiny frame on the rock hard muscle between his legs. His hips rode along Lyrianna's thighs, forcing them to spread wider as he drove deeper. Karak grunted as he broke through her maidenhood with only the slightest of pauses. The incredible tightness drove him wild, and the blood that had been protecting her innocence lubricated his cock just enough to keep it moving forward smoothly. Still, there was no way he could push the entirety of his girth within this tiny she-human in one go. It was just impossible, and Karak became stuck with more then half his cock still in the warm air.

With a growl, he leaned forward to bite her fleshy breasts, they were smaller than any Orcs. They were also softer, and tasted so much better, a ripple of enjoyment rushed through Karak's body that ended in the least menacing snarl he had let loose yet. They tasted sweet and filled his massive mouth with the pleasurable scent of untouched flesh. If he had wished, he could have torn the flesh from her, and consumed it, but Karak preferred just the taste. Still, his razor sharp teeth cut very lightly, and the blood mixed with her scent moved his body into a lurch. Another inch of his thick cock pushed into the untouched depths of the princesses womanhood.

Now that he was at least halfway into the lithe little waif, he pulled began and set to rutting.

His strokes were shortened by the incredible tightness of the princess, but he drew out the pleasure by slowing down and allowing both himself and Lyrianna to feel every millimeter as he penetrated and then bottomed out within her tiny frame. Each thrust bounced her entire body, save for whichever breasts Karak had in his mouth at that particular moment. Because of the blood lust, and incredible tightness Karak knew he would not last long. As he drew close to the end, he stopped his attention to her breasts and moved his ugly face above hers. Leaning forward, he kissed her, his gigantic mouth swallowing hers, and his long, leathery tongue pushed into a resisting mouth.

 

[The Supple Nail]

"Aaaugh, nnffff!" Lyrianna screamed in agony when Karak thrust savagely into her, pain tearing through her belly as he forced his thick cock into her virgin pussy. He was far too big for her and she could feel herself stretching, tearing, her walls pushed aside like a gate being smashed by a battering ram. There came a moment through the pain when she felt him bump up against something inside her and her eyes, squeezed shut from the pain, shot wide.

"N...oooooo." She moaned, her groan interrupted as he jerked forward and smashed through her hymen.

It was one pain among many but it carried its own torture for her. She felt broken, violated. Deprived of her maidenhood like like a common street trollop. He paused then and for a long moment Lyrianna held out the hope that he would stop. Then he jammed his hips forward another inch, forcing his meat into her millimeter by millimeter in one long, slow thrust. She could feel him spreading her, pushing her aside, forcing his way into her impossibly tiny passage. Then he pulled back and the sucking feeling as his thick cock pulled out of her was just as intense as the first penetration.

Thrust after thrust came, each one deeper than the last. Sawing pain accompanied each one. Lyrianna's pussy was simply too tight to accommodate him without tearing. Then a new pain lit her senses. With his newest thrust he bottomed in her, the head of his cock punching into the knotted gate of her cervix. She felt like she was being punched in the stomach from the inside. She screamed again and looked down between them. To her horror she saw that even with the head of his cock nuzzling at her innermost depths there were still four unending inches of his shaft exposed.

He bit her then, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh of her breast deep enough to draw blood. Her head lolled and her eyes fluttered upwards. She gasped piteously. She could feel the rough bark of the ground rasping at her exposed back, could feel every thrust pushing her ass into the dirt of the forest floor. She had been taken without pretense or foreplay, a brutal, loveless coupling, like a whore. She felt no arousal, no desire, and yet the simple, relentless friction of their coupling took its toll and her pussy began to moisten and lubricate, her juices mixing with her blood and clinging to Karak's cock each time her drew it out of her body.

Although in her inexperience she did not know what it meant she felt Karak's pace quicken, felt his cock swell inside of her to even bigger than it was. Without warning he kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She shook her head from side to side but could not resist, could not prevent this new violation. Tears streamed from her eyes and she fell limp, her body jerking as he had his way with her.

 

[The_PG]

Karak hardly noticed the princesses sudden limpness. He was already too close to finishing what had begun at the beginning of the ambush to notice or even care. As his powerful muscles tensed, and his thick cock expanded, his razor sharp teeth took tender but firm control of Lyrianna's lower lip, drawing blood as the pleasure welled within his muscular body. His seed spent itself with force and duration uncommon to men, quickly filling up the tiny she-human's innards and leaking around the edges of where their flesh met. It was hotter too then any man's, and the smell was quite different. It was almost a putrid sweetness that filled the tiny bit of air surrounding them before being whisked away in the light breeze of the day. The chemicals involved had many of the female Orcs sniffing and suddenly feeling aroused themselves, a few broke off with their mates to do just that. As the princess absorbed not only the scent, but the chemicals through her body it would do much the same, though every human was different in how they reacted. To some it burned, the touch, to some it turned them numb, and others felt the incredible need to continue what had just happened.

The Orc Chieftan did not give much time for any of that to happen.

After two deeply satisfying breaths he knelt, then stood, and redressed himself. Turning to one of his warriors he snarled a question, "How many dead?"

"Only eleven Karak, but many more wounded, these knights had keen bites. At least ten more will die by the nightfall."

Karak accepted the losses with a curt nod and grunt, "We will honor the fallen with a feast. Kill the horses," Horse-meat was far more desirable then man-meat. "Cut off the knights heads and place them on stakes at the edge of the forest. These humans are superstitious and will believe we are devils, Orcish devils, the very best kind of fear... Hmm... Don't forget the weapons, they make good steel." The warrior nodded, and jogged off to relay orders.

Karak the Defiler turned around and his one yellow, and one green eye fixed on the little nymph whom he had enjoyed so fully. "Get up," He said with a snap of his now gleaming white teeth. When she struggled, he gave her another backhanded slap that sent her back to the ground. "When I speak to you, you shall reply with 'yes master' or 'no master' and nothing else, unless I ask it... Now, get up." As she stood and replied, he grasped her arm in a vice grip while pulling one of his sharpest, but smallest blades from the folds of his leather armor. Without a word he drew his sign into her fleshy arm, "This is until you may be properly marked, so that none of my warriors try and take my prize." It was simple sign, three slashes at the same angle, with wavy line across it. Karak was most skilled in this, and accomplished the task in mere seconds, only cutting deep enough to make sure the scar would remain. Then he licked the blood clean from her arm, and his blade. A second chemical was now injected into the princesses body, a healing agent that left horrible scars, but kept the wounded from dying.

Wrenching the princesses slight frame forward, he pushes her towards their camp.

It was a long march, one that Lyrianna was forced to make blindfolded for the majority of it, until they were underground and the secret entrance was closed. As they descended the heat grew until perspiration formed on both the Orcs and the she-human's skin. They were greeted by a victorious howl from their comrades, and soon enough mead was being spread while the horses were cooked. Karak took his prize directly to her new cell. A caged room just outside of his own cave. The cage would protect her from unwanted advances just as well as it kept her from escaping. A dirty brown sack was within, bloodstained, but enough to give some dignity.

Karak returned two or three hours later, intoxicated, but not yet drunk. He eyed his prisoner, watching, waiting for what her reaction to her new home would be.

 

[The Supple Nail]

Lyrianna squeezed her eyes shut as jet after jet of boiling cum spurted into her pussy, the warmth of the liquid creating an unmistakable sensation as it flooded her womb. Karak held there for one long moment and for that moment Lyrianna thought that the ordeal was over. But then the potent chemical properties of his drugged cum took hold and a wave of helpless arousal swept over her. She felt like her body was on fire. In an instant her nipples stood to diamond hard little points on her chest, almost aching with the tightness. She gasped and let out a small involuntary moan, trembling beneath him. The long, dragging slide as he pulled his manhood out of her ravaged virginity was a tantalizing agony, and Lyrianna's disgust and self loathing grew with each new wave of arousal. A continual stream of pinkish white fluid seeped from between her legs and trickled down her thighs.

She had no time to dissect and examine these new sensations though. She was slapped so hard that her ears rang and she tumbled back to wallow in the dirt. Still half dazed she was dragged up by her arm. Her confusion was replaced with agony and she shrieked as he began to cut her, writhing futilely against his iron grip in a desperate attempt to get free.

"No, no! Please! No, Master, no! I beg of you!" She babbled, dazed and only half realizing what she was saying, trying to twist away from his knife. The stinging application of his healing saliva was like acid in the wound and her eyes watered.

Then she was flung on her face in the dirt, ignored like an object while Karak barked his orders. Nearly senseless from the pain and humiliation, Lyrianna was bodily manhandled to her feet and half dragged, half carried a seemingly interminable distance through the forest. Whenever she stumbled or fell she was kicked upright again, or simply dragged by her long hair until she screamed out and scrambled to her feet again. By the time they arrived she was bruised, her feet cut and bleeding, her broken lower lip split and swelling prodigiously.

She was almost grateful to be flung down in the tiny cage. There exhaustion and the full significance of her ordeal overwhelmed her and she promptly fainted.

She awoke in the dim half light of the cave, her bruises aching and her cuts stinging, but none with the ferocity of Karak's mark carved into her arm. She stared at it and wept. She was marked now. Ruined outside and in. She placed a hand to her belly and felt at the entrance of her tender pussy but jerked her fingers away, too sore even to explore the extent of the damage he had done. She felt riven, as if her topography would never be the same again.

When she took stock of her situation things were not much better. She was still naked, dried semen and blood coating her thighs and flaking off as she began to move about. Her hair was tangled, her beauty marred and broken by bruises and bite marks. The only garment available was a ratty burlap sack with holes cut for the arms and head. It barely served to cover her, so short that if she shrugged or lifted her arms at all the hem of the filthy garment rose high enough to reveal the pink, swollen lower lips of her pussy. Even standing hunched it left the lower globes of her ass exposed to the dank air of the cavern. The bars of the cavern were solid and she was too weak and lost to escape even if she could get through them. As misery overwhelmed her she huddled in the corner and began to quietly sob.

She had cried herself out by the time Karak returned, and some of her imperial fire had come back to her. She was still a mess, still broken and beaten, but she stood tall as befitted a princess and glared at him with intense hatred. The memory of having called him master in a moment of weakness galled her like a coal burning through her heart.

"Release me, beast!" She spat, drawing herself up.

"Or my father's knights will hunt you down and chop you into bait like the animal you are!"

Her words were strong, imperious. But Lyrianna's self confidence and self respect began to erode as he towered over her. Her mind was filled with loathing, but as soon as she caught a whiff of his scent her pussy instantly flooded.

 

[The_PG]

Karak threw his head back and gave a powerful hoot of laughter as Lyrianna tried to command her release. Then she threatened him and he laughed even harder, slapping his knees as he doubled over until he was able to control his breathing. Wiping a tear from his face, he flicked it into the cage. Taking a rusted iron key from a hook only a few feet from her rough cage, he twisted it into the lock and with a nail biting screech the cage opened. Popping the key back on it's hangar, he stepped into the cell with a slight twitch of his snout. The smell from previous occupants rankled him, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the blood and tantalizing smell that was emitted from between the princesses legs. Setting his posture to mirror this pompous she-woman, he eyed her battered frame and gave a short chuckle.

"You are in no position to command me, bitch." With a snort, he spit into the rough ground, "Your father will never find you in time. When I am finished with you, you won't even want your own kind anymore. All you will desire is food and water so that you have the strength to serve my every need and whim." His voice was like a low rattle of death, made a gargle by the slowly building saliva as Lyrianna's scent continued to fill his nose. He spit again, "I'm going to fuck you... Like an animal... And you will like it... Like the animal you will become."

Moving slowly Karak brushed away her frail arms and latched his iron grip around her delicate throat. He squeezed slowly until her arms failed her, and then eased up slightly. Leaning over, he licked where he had bitten her flesh; both breasts and her lips. Enjoying the dried blood and fresh as it seeped slowly to the surface. Lowering his shoulder he gave an easy shove and pushed Lyrianna's light frame up over his shoulder. Straightening, he lifted her off the floor and turned around to walk from the cage into his quarters. Rough furniture covered by thick hides of the many prey he had fought were the primary decorations. Small oil lamps gave off a dim light, along with a few of the more magical stones he had stolen. Karak walked straight through his quarters to the back, and out another door. A small alcove had been cut out of the massive cave, and a pool of icey cold water was in the center. It was crystal clear until Karak deposited Lyrianna's damaged frame into it with the smallest of shrugs.

The dried blood, cum, and dirt began to wash from her body quickly.

The Orc chieftan moved to a small furnace where several small boulders were glowing red with heat. He took them with pokers and tossed them into the pool. The hiss of steam was followed by an immediate warming of the water as the stones dropped to the bottom one by one. Karak joined Lyrianna in the water shortly after, and handed her a coarse cloth while muttering the command, "Clean yourself, and then me." His yellow eye glinted with a silent dare for the small she-human to try something, while the green one watched her naked form with lust.

 

[The Supple Nail]

"I will never obey you, beast!" Lyrianna shot back.

She stood tall, shoulders back in defiance despite the aches in her body. Her form flinched away when he reached out for her and she scrabbled futilely against the massive trunk of his arm as he snatched her by the throat. Her body was shaken like a rag doll as he dragged her onto the tips of her toes and squeezed. She gasped and choked, her bare feet scraping against the floor to find some purchase as she struggled feebly against him. Was this it? Would her defiance cost her her life? The breath choked out of her in a filthy cavern? Her eyelids fluttered but before she lost consciousness Karak released her and she slumped. She would have fallen had he not swooped in to savage her body with his rough tongue. The stinging, healing remedy of his saliva cut through the haze like needles on her skin but she could not resist, even when he tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of grain. She was dimly aware that the position would bring her very wet pussy close enough for the scent to be unmistakable and she moaned feebly in humiliation. She was barely conscious, too dazed to fight him as he carried her from her cell and into the barbaric decadence of his personal chambers.

He transferred her to an underhanded grip like a man hoisting an animal and with one rough motion tore the flimsy scrap of rough burlap from her, claiming her only modesty and leaving her once again completely nude and at his mercy. Her head lolled and she nearly fainted until he unceremoniously dumped her into the icy pool. Instantly she was wide awake, thrashing in a panic before gaining control over herself.

"By the g-g-gods it's c-c-cold." She gasped, her teeth chattering. She hugged her arms tightly to her chest, partly for warmth but mainly to cover her breasts. Her nipples tightened sharply in the icy water, hardening to pink little nubs on the supple flesh of her breast.

By the time the water had warmed enough to be comfortable the sweat, blood, and cum from her earlier ordeal had washed away. The clear water of the pool was not be-fouled by it and she realized it must have an outlet and an inflowing spring from somewhere. That explained why it was so clear. And so cold.

She withdrew to the far side of the small pool, huddling as far from Karak as possible when he lowered himself into the hot water. The rag he tossed her floated in front of her and she glared at him as she snatched it. It felt wonderful to be able to swab her tenderest part clean, scrubbing away the evidence of her defilement like one would remove a filthy garment. Her spine bristled at his second command, though, and when she was clean she threw the rag in his face.

"Clean yourself, beast." She spat.

 

[The_PG]

Karak's grunt of anger was followed by his rough voice barking loudly in the close quarters, "I am a beast, and I thought humans were supposed to be smarter than mere beasts. I am surprised that you would act so... Stupidly." He advanced on the tiny princess, reaching her before she could scramble from the deep water. Snatching Lyrianna by the hips he tugged violently and tossed her like a doll back into the water. Once she had submerged, he took a moment to find her head and get a firm grip. He pulled her with a hand on either side of her skull until she was back above the water. Bringing her unblemished face in front of his hideously powerful face, he stared into her eyes with his large miss-matched eyes. "If you don't want to drown. You'll suck my cock."

With those simple, quiet, angry words he pushed her head underneath the water and against his semi-rigid cock. It immediately hardened as he felt her thrashing head trying to wrench away from the humongous member. Karak placed one hand against her jaw and the other took hold of her soaked, silken locks of hair. With inhuman strength he squeezed her jaw and began to pry it open until his club sized head slipped between her lips. Then he forced the fresh water, and his extended length to the back of the princesses mouth, and down her throat. Holding with powerful grasp, Karak waited until he could feel her convulsing before pulling her head off of his cock and back to the surface.

A growl of disappointment in the loss of pleasure welled through Karak's chest, but it was replaced with a chuckle as the rather insolent face of Lyrianna's broke the surface.

"Do you understand me yet, she-human?" He asked dangerously, before waiting briefly for a reply.

 

[The Supple Nail]

Lyrianna gasped and struggled as Karak seized her and thrust her under the water. The bulbous head of his cock pressed against her stubbornly closed lips and she shook her head desperately, the motion dragging his member across her face. Water flooded into her mouth when he forced her jaw open but was quickly stemmed as his massive cock pressed inside. It was almost too wide to fit into her mouth at all and her eyes shot wide in panic, her fingers scrabbling futilely at his flanks as he held her down.

She gagged as it forced its way past her teeth and over her tongue to lodge against the back of her throat. She gagged but couldn't dislodge it. His powerful hands controlled her head like a toy, moving it up and down his shaft. She felt the onrushing panic of drowning as she struggled to breathe but that terror paled as he pressed down hard on the back of her skull and didn't let up. She thrashed in the water as his cock hit the back of her throat and then kept going, cramming its way into her throat and down her gullet. She could feel her neck bulge and stretch with its monstrous intrusion until at last her nose pressed up against Karak's abdomen. She could feel her lips stretching around the base of his shaft, could feel his warm balls floating against her chin. It seemed impossible to her that he could fit his entire enormous cock in her mouth, and yet there it was.

Just as she thought she would pass out Karak dragged her to the surface. Her eyes fluttered on the brink of unconsciousness and her tongue lolled lewdly, her senses too messed up to tell where she was.

"Please...no more...please..." She begged piteously, still feebly struggling against him but too weak even to pull away.

 

[The_PG]

The very site of her previously defiant, angry, and humiliated face turned into a whimpering, begging, childish face gave Karak the thrill he was so named for. Defiler. Bringing Lyrianna up further out of the water until her tiny ear was next to his mouth, Karak pushed his tongue into the tiny orifice. The strange sensation was followed by lustful rasping words, "I am the Defiler, and you are my slave, she-human. I am your life, your death, and everything in between. You will obey me." Just to reinforce his words Karak sent the princess under the water again, and pushed his cock into her throat again, and lastly again allowed her to nearly drown before bringing her back above the water. This time he did not say anything as she broke the surface. Instead he allowed her to breath, before kissing her mouth rather gently, and holding her trembling lips against his until he felt her beginning to return the kiss. In fear or otherwise, he did not care why, just that she would return it. Slipping one powerful hand from her face as he felt the time she would rebel was over, for now, he pushed the hand underneath the water and between her legs.

He rubbed forcefully between her legs; knowing not to push his sharp claws within her at this moment, she was not nearly ready for that experience.

Instead he focused on working her lust past the boundaries that she would be able to rebel from. His long tongue tasted all of the she-human's sweet mouth and then began to work on the skin around her face. Reddening her cheeks and throat with his rough tongue and hot breath. It was not refined the way Karak attacked her, but simply raw and powerful. If he felt her shudder or squirm, he assaulted the place with even more stimulation until the tiny princess beneath him was just a quivering mess. Finally, he felt she was ready, and his middle, massive digit pushed between her velvet lips bringing cool water and rough callouses against her sensitive innards. "Do you understand yet she-human? Do you know who I am?" There wasn't a particular answer Karak was looking for right now, just a sense of how hard training this she-human would really be.

 

[The Supple Nail]

A surge of fear welled up in Lyrianna when he forced her down again, not only fresh terror but remembered terror from moments before. Knowing what to expect made the ordeal so much worse. She felt him pry her jaw open, force his knobbly cock into her mouth, push her head down until it hit the back of her throat. And there was something else...some forbidden twinge as the narcotic pre-cum that he secreted smeard itself across her palate. Her body reacted involuntarily to its thick, addictive aphrodisiac taste. She felt him push harder and gagged as his cock shoved its way down her throat. Her throat spasmed and contracted wildly trying to expel the massive invader, but to no avail. Then, just before she could black out, she was breathing again.

She took great, gasping breaths and clung to Karak in panic, a drowning girl grasping at anything to stay afloat.

When he kissed her she screwed her face away from him but the motion sent waves of water splashing through the pool and the sound filled her with sudden dread. She reluctantly returned his kiss, her eyes squeezed shut and tears leaking from the corners.

He ravaged her mouth without resistance and Lyrianna's eyes shot wide when she felt his calloused hand creeping up between her naked thighs. The sensation was instant and intense, his rough fingers rubbing over the bruised, sensitive lips of her pussy, dragged down between the cleft of her ass, rumbled over the swelling bud of her clit. She gasped against his mouth and her fingers tightened on his arms involuntarily. She tried to push him away but could not resist him. She couldn't squeeze her knees shut with his hands between her thighs. All she could do was endure his assault.

To her unfathomable shame and horror she felt herself becoming even more aroused. The aphrodisiac affects of his cum were still pulsing through her veins but more than that, she was a hot blooded young waif in the prime of her years. Supple, aching for a touch, repulsed by and helpless to the waves of arousal that crashed over her. She felt so ashamed of her reactions. Like a slut, like a whore. She was trembling and gasping when Karak pulled back.

"You...are...an...animal..." She hissed into his face. In defiance of her body and his mastery of her, in defiance of her helplessness and his power, she glared up at him with hatred in her eyes and arousal panting in her throat.

 

[The_PG]

"Mhmm," Karak chuckled back as he dipped his mouth a bit lower and ran his coarse tongue along her throat. He could feel the veins throbbing beneath now clean skin from the cave's fresh springs. It had washed away all scent besides the faint smell of she-human, and while he did not especially like the taste of their flesh, he greatly enjoyed the feel of their warm bodies and scent of frailty that accompanied it. His digit, now inside of her, felt the trembling and throbbing of desire that could not be withheld. The same thing occurred every time with every she-human he had taken and he knew it was because of this filthy word that they flung at him every time. Animal. Yes, he was an animal in almost every sense of the word, but he was a cunning animal that enjoyed all that it meant to be an animal.

"And you," He said with a chuckle, "Will be the slave of an animal, what does that make you, she-human?"

He did not give her much time to respond as he removed his digit from within her, and allowed the razor sharp nails to brush briefly over the center of what pleasure she was feeling nestled just above the slit that was warm and now producing its own liquid. Karak moved his hand to lift her hips to pull her nearly weightless frame up in the water, and pull it against his rock hard body. Sliding the little princess down until the slit between her legs split, but did not capture his throbbing cock. It slid along the outside of her womanhood, the hard bone pressing against the sensitive cleft of her lips before running lengthwise against the button of pleasure atop them. He dragged her over his cock, back and forth, teasing and threatening entrance, but waiting for her to become a more willing participant this time. Karak's iron muscles would not tire with this sort of prize in his grasp, and the rest of his body aided his rather gentle torture to speed up his slave's acceptance of her new position.

The long tongue his race was blessed with was made for cleaning the meat off bones, long, dexterous, and rough. However it worked very well in other ways too. To delight during courting, and now it aided Karak in his quest of desire over the little she-human he now held in his hands. Tracing lines of spittle, goosebumps, and excitement across the sensitive skin around her throat and beneath her ears. One hand easily worked her body up and down, while the other grasped her not-yet-fully-formed breasts and mauled them in an iron grasp. He had heard of humans that... With an evil grin he pinched the very tips of her breasts, and rolled them in his calloused fingers. Yes, they do enjoy it. Little do they realize how much of the animal lives in them too!

 

[The Supple Nail]

Lyrianna shuddered as Karak pulled his finger out of her pussy, the sensitive inner walls pulling and sucking on it as it created a vacuum inside her. An involuntary moan tore itself from her throat and she had to still her hips from thrusting after it, trying to keep it inside her.

Her frail form was helpless to resist as he manipulated her, maneuvering her over the massive rod of his cock, so much thicker than his finger. She trembled, feeling like it was an abyss and not a grossly exaggerated manhood that she was dangling over. She felt like to fall even an inch would send her spiraling downward forever and ever until she could never get herself back. Her soft thighs quivered with an anticipation that revolted her, a need that drained her pride, her self-worth with its intensity. She waited with horrified anticipation for the brutal thrust that would send his cock barreling upwards into her guts, the rough shove that would push her down onto it. But the motion never came. The massive head of his cock rested against the juicy entrance of her pussy, nestled in the folds but not penetrating the muscle.

Her knees shook and she found that she suddenly had to support her own weight, her muscles weak and trembling from her rough treatment. She bit her lip and redoubled the strength in her failing muscles, determined not to fall. Too fall would be to...

"I...won't be here for long." She panted, half in exhaustion and half in lust.

"My father's men...won't...stop looking for me. They'll find you and they'll..." She said in short, choppy breaths, still gasping for air.

Karak silenced her in an unexpected way. His massive fingers cupped her breasts, rough callouses dragged across their sensitive curves. His hands fondled upwards to take her tiny pink nipples between his claws. They were already painfully erect, pointing out like arrow tips and so sensitive they tingled even with the passage of the air. He clamped onto them with a devastating intensity, pinching and twisting them cruelly. She screamed and tried to jerk herself backwards by reflex. The motion pushed her off balance and her legs buckled, her feet slipping on the slick shelf of the pool. Could she have stopped herself? Could she have pushed herself up if she had really tried? Or was it more than a simple loss of balance that force her hips downward? Such thoughts fled her mind in a single blinding moment.

She dropped downwards and his cock speared into her cunt with the force of a gut punch. It was just an instant but it felt like an eternity. The second that his bulbous head forced her tiny passage open she came, the first orgasm of her young life. Her body spasmed and the breath fled from her chest. Her pussy began to clench wildly around his shaft, her muscles squeezing like like a twitching vice the whole slide in. His girth was enough to force her walls part, to stretch her in ways that she had never been stretched, had never imagined that she could be stretched without killing her. Then the slide ended and she remembered in a sudden cogent moment of panic that he was too long to fit entirely inside her. The head bottomed at the entrance to her womb, punching the depths of her pussy as her weight slapped her down onto him. The impact sent another mini orgasm racing through her nervous system like the aftershock of an earthquake. Cloudy fluid, clear against the clear water, oozed from her slit. Several inches of his cock remained in the cool water of the pool contrasting with the molten heat clenching around the rest of his member.

Lyrianna threw her head back, her mouth open like a scream but only gasps of pure agony and pure pleasure issuing out. Her thighs trembled and her eyes fluttered upwards. She collapsed limply against Karak's broad chest, her tiny mouth sobbing into him, her pussy still clenching like a vice around his cock.

 

[The_PG]

The humans would have said it was art and painted many pictures that would make women blush and men grin. Those of proper lineage would only be allowed to glance sideways, and those that stared would be considered to base to be relevant. But Karak was an Orc, and he was the Defiler. Erotic art and beauty held no place in his mind, it was only the control and taking of it that he desired. Still the moment did effect him in many different ways that he was mostly unconscious of. The firm grip had gone in an instant from a vice to a rippling pulse, like the brief moments between a waterfalls rush into the once calm pool of water beneath. The stirrings tickled his spine deliciously as the faded like ripples from the head of his cock over the rest of his body. The gasping that drew lewd sounds of baser pleasures dribbled down through his ears before and after with the echoes around the small cavern, and yet more lust filled his veins. The knowledge of forcing such pleasure onto his slave also sent praise to his pride and intelligence of having changed the thoughts of his captor with very few words. It was the way of the Orc, to speak less, and take much, much more.

"Soon you will wish they did not come..." He said softly with only the lightest of traces of his guttural native tongue.

Turning slowly in the cool water Karak allowed his moving legs and shifting hips to be the only movements that affected his cock. Gently nudging the thick head deep inside of the she-humans body, brushing against something that blocked his entire length from entering her. He had dealt with that before, but decided for the moment to allow that last denial to at least survive this day. It would be so much fun to take it later, when she had regained some of her defiance. He knew it would not all come back, but undoubtedly with a fiery she-human that also thought herself still a princess, Lyrianna's embers of resistance would last much longer than the common she-humans Karak had done much the same to before. Finally the little body was positioned between his unyielding flesh and the smooth, but even more unmovable walls of the pool. Taking hold of the she-humans hips with both hands, he slid her pelvis upwards slightly, before rocking it back down. There was no thrusting of his own hips, the act of dragging her upwards, and then down shifted his cock around inside of her.

The pleasure for Karak was immediately intense, for instead of going in and out as her body was made for, he moved sideways and against the tightly gripping walls of her cunt. Each push, pull, and tug expanded his exploration of her up until recently well guarded womanhood. He could feel the muscles trembling and fighting to accommodate his girth which only made the rigid skin harder, and the experienced muscles harder. Not every Orc simply fucked and finished, for Karak there was a sort of ritual to the entire affair and this was only part of it, just the beginning as he used the princess like he might his own hand. She doing all of the work while he tried to find every inch of pleasure that he could draw from her nubile young body.

 

[The Supple Nail]

Her body still trembling and spasming in the aftermath of her orgasm, Lyrianna was too limp to resist as Karak re positioned her, turning her around so that her ass and lower back was pressed up against the wall of the pool. The pool's stone edge came up to the middle of her spine and she draped her upper body backwards gracefully along the ground in a kind of exhausted daze. Her thin arms reached above he as if grasping for the last shreds of her dignity, resting on the moist stone. Her chest heaved and her small breasts moved fluidly with the motion.

As Karak took her hips and loomed up over her a kind of submissive terror shot through her mind. The force of him thrusting on top of her, the pain, the terror of that first rape, they all came flooding back into her mind when his massive shoulders hoovered into her vision. He started moving his hips and she moaned in lust and misery. She could feel his cock inside of her shifting around, dragging her walls from side to side. He didn't thrust or hammer into her, he pushed his cock from side to side. Each swing stretched her pussy out farther than it ever had to the left or right. He was still enormous, too big for her, and she felt so full she thought she would burst. She knew the limits of her frame, there would always be pain. He was just too big. But although that pain never abated it was quickly becoming eclipsed by a slippery, seductive pleasure that grasped her nerves like a vice.

Karak dragged his cock sideways across the very depths of Lyrianna's pussy and his head slid forcefully over the knotted entrance of her womb. She jerked in agony and let out a long, low moan of pleasure at the same time. In a desperate attempt to relieve the pressure she swiveled her hips sexily. The motion seemed to break a barrier inside her and she found she could no longer control her movements. Seemingly of their own volition her hips swiveled and pushed up against Karak's cock again and again, grinding back and forth across his bulbous head.

"Noooo..." She moaned, her arms pushing against his biceps for purchase.

 

[The_PG]

The piteous cry of desperation and fleeing defiance echoed in the chamber for many long seconds. They sent a prickling of pleasure and further cemented the pride of Karak's own namesake into his own ego. The pained, angelic expression that crossed Lyrianna's features also added to those feelings after a momentary burst of wonderment. The look was alike to the one described in the stories of a long ago time when the Orc's had been so great that even angel's were a prey within their grasp. The chieftain did not believe them, but the story tellers were excellent and the image of the she-human's face was one that had been given to him words yet not in pictures until this moment. But of Karak the Defiler would be the one to fuck an angel. The confident thought remained firmly affixed as the 'angel' began to move her own hips. The she-human was not only pleasuring herself, but also hurting herself as she allowed his massive girth, extreme length, and unbreakable rigidity to bump again and again into the place Karak had only moments before decided not to rob her of this night. The decision had been pulled from his grasp before a few times, as the rutting she-humans writhed and wracked their own bodies so powerfully to find that deeply buried pleasure. Forcing themselves onto his cock and into a world of pain that only increased the search for pleasure until the both combined and burst into such a powerful spell they had all passed into oblivious sleep, a few who had never awoken.

The experience was one Karak wanted for himself, and his powerful forearms flex, holding the she-human tightly. He allowed her to move side-to-side, but not in and out. Taking that from her would be an experience he could not deprive himself of, not when there was so much more pain to explore once she had recovered a bit of her humanity. As for right now, she was an animal already, and he wanted her to experience that moment as a human.

Instead the Orc controlled the depth of his strokes as the she-human moved from side to side. The incredible tightness was slick, hot, and throbbing in a way that was beginning to draw droplets of his cum from the large balls floating in the cool water. He began to growl steadily in the way of an Orc, it was impossible to tell whether or when he inhaled or exhaled. Just a continuous growl as he moved out of her tight pussy until the head of his cock left her lips and allowed them to close, before driving in like a nail and ending the thrust just before he would have slammed into the entrance of Lyrianna's womb. There his cock would sit, throbbing, as he twisted her hips from side to side. Though Karak needed only to guide, and protect the princess from impaling herself on his large cock. Finally as the welling pleasure began to build past any threshold the Orc could muster, his large head loomed suddenly over the tiny she-human's face. "Open," He commanded in the middle of his now loud, and still increasing in volume, growl. Her mouth did as it was told, and Karak's tongue forced it's way passed the tiny one that vainly attempted to touch and into her throat. The growl now began to transfer from the Orc and deep into the she-human as his powerful body began to shake in the throes of pleasure.

 

[The Supple Nail]

Lyrianna was nearly senseless when Karak forced his tongue into her mouth, a brutal mockery of the tender intimacy that was a kiss. He savaged her mouth and she shook her head from side to side weakly, too disoriented by the intensity of her sensations to resist him. She felt his tongue invading her throat, forcing it wide and making her sputter, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly. When he grabbed her hips she expected him to start rutting her like a beast, slamming into her again and again the way that the had before. Her pussy spasmed at the thought. Instead he simply controlled her motions, drawing out her pleasure and forcing her to move against him with torturous ponderousness. She moaned in combined relief and frustration.

Her hips were still thrusting helplessly into his, her pelvis grinding against his stiff member when he held her still and drew out almost all the way. The suction of his passage seemed to drag her pussy along with it, sliding roughly across her sensitive walls. Her fingernails scratched at his shoulders and she moaned, her hips bucking to keep him trapped inside. For an instant he hoovered poised above her, the head of his cock nestled in the folds of her pussy, their fluids leaking down the crack of her ass and dissipating into the clear water of the pool. A sense of emptiness settled in her cunt and it clenched with the memory of penetration.

Then he slammed into her with one last brutal thrust, tearing through her. Her eyes shot wide and her back arced, her head staring above her and her mouth opened. She screamed in agony and passion, his cock tearing through her and slamming into the base of her vagina. At that instant he came, squirting jet after jet of his aphrodisiac semen deep into her depths. The sudden penetration, the dose of aphrodisiac, it was too much for her. The orgasm ripped through Lyrianna like a hurricane, tearing at her nerves in sweet surrender. She collapsed back onto the floor, her hips still in the pool, jerking occasionally as the after shocks ran through her. Cum filled her to overflowing, leaking out around Karak's cock to create a cloudy discharge in the pool. She gasped, her hands covering her face, unable to look at the beast that had made her cum twice in as many minutes.

 

[The_PG]

That final embarrassment was almost enough to get Karak hard again. He chuckled with a low, rumbling voice that issued from deep in his chest. The pleasure coursing through his icy hot veins continued to tingle all over as he removed himself from the tiny princess. The cool water added a last spike as it weightlessly wrapped itself about his cock the way that Lyrianna's wet hot pussy had just done not moments before. With a small shudder, he climbed from the pool and gave the she-human a tug to make sure she would not slip back in and drown herself. Leaving her on the bare cave floor he grabbed a large woolly rug and used it to dry himself before tossing it over the quivering she-human's frame in front of him. "Dry yourself she-human, but not your cunt." The cruel, final word rang with a bit of cynicism and a tone that was not to be bickered with. The fact that the little she-human could hardly fight back at this point did not even cross Karak's mind, things were done his way and he would continue to do them that way.

As soon as she had finished the Orc snatched one of the two thin wrists and dragged her frightened frame after him.

It was clear that if she did not rise and follow, he would simply drag her over the mostly smooth floor. Not caring either way Karak did not go back through the rock hewn house of his own, but rather to a side door cleverly tucked in the cave walls side. It led downwards at a slow angle, and they traveled but a hundred paces before Karak stopped to unbolt a thick oaken door. The room they entered was cold, heated and lit only by two small oil torches by the doorway. There were chains hanging from all manner of bolts dug into the ceiling, and but a lonesome bench off to one side. Pulling Lyrianna's wrist that he had held the entire way, Karak snapped a shackle firmly onto the wrist before letting go, and then repeated the process with the other wrist. Stepping behind the 'princess' he took hold of another chain and pulled it firmly downward. Pulling that chain tightened the two on her wrists which pulled first her wrists above her head, and then her toes off the freezing floor.

Karak chuckled softly, "If you survive the night, this will help you serve my cock better."

What he was referring to was placed underneath and between Lyrianna's legs a moment later. It looked like a spear without the sharp head. What was in it's place was an imperfectly sloped, mostly smooth, rock that rather resembled Karak's cock. Though perhaps not quite as large. The base of the spear was placed into a hole in the cave floor, which had obviously been made for just this purpose. The Orc then lowered Lyrianna's chains until if she wished to have the cold stone inside of her, she would be able to place her feet against the floor.

"Sweet dreams," He growled into the she-human's ear before leaving the room, bolting the door, and leaving.

 

[The Supple Nail]

Lyrianna was too exhausted to spare more than a hateful glare at Karak as the rough towel hit her supine form. She tried herself shakily, pushing herself up to her feet and scrubbing it over her sensitive skin as quickly as she was able with her knees and arms still trembling. She was about to spit a retort when Karak commanded her not to clean herself between her legs but the sting of her bruises and the still sharp pain where he had cut her arm dissuaded her. Her only hope would be to keep herself strong of mind. Needlessly inviting further abuse would only weaken her resolve in the long run. With a sinking sense of despair she realized that it wasn't a matter of whether she would break or not, it was holding out for as long as possible before that point in the hopes that her father's knights would find her.

She cleaned her creamy thighs but left the steamy, sticky folds of her pussy to cool in the open air. Backed up semen mixed with her girlish fluids quickly rendered the exercise moot, dripping from her pussy and streaking down the insides of her legs in copious streams. She felt the moisture dripping there and a hot flush of shame crept over her face as Karak dragged her along.

She didn't protest when he chained her wrists, she had expected as much, but her eyes widened when he hoisted her up to hang painfully from her wrists. The fake stone phallus was nestled in her folds just as Karak's cock had been, just far enough inside her that she couldn't dislodge it by swiveling her hips. Her only choice was to lower herself onto it or spend the night on her tip toes, her calves were already starting to burn.

"No...Please...you can't leave me like this..." She begged, panting, her slender form stretched tight, the position of her arms pushing her pert breasts up high on her chest.

Only Karak's receding laughter answered her.

Lyrianna held herself up on her toes for as long as she could, alternating between pulling with her arms and raising herself onto her toes to preserve what little dignity she had left. Cum and her own fluids dripped from her pussy over the head of the stone cock, lubricating it and making it glisten wetly in the flickering torchlight. When her shoulders and calves burned and she could hold herself no more she lowered herself with a moan of defeat, her pussy clenching at the gradual intensity of penetration. She rested herself there until her pride reasserted herself and strengthened her aching muscles, pulling herself off the cock once again.

Hours passed in torturous slowness, the stone cock sliding in and out of her as pride and exhaustion warred in her tiny frame. In the middle of the night, half delirious from exhaustion, Lyrianna realized that she was raising and lowering herself much more quickly. She was fucking herself on the stone cock, moaning involuntarily as it slid in and out of her twat. She realized what she was doing and gritted her teeth, tears flowing down her cheeks as she forced herself to remain on point until at last she collapsed once again.

When Karak returned for her her head lolled in exhaustion, her muscles quivering and her pussy still clenching around the pole.

 

[The_PG]

With a bark of laughter, Karak tossed an entire bucketful of the pool's crisp, cool water over the she-human's form upon his entrance to the cell. Her startled awakening shriek only made him laugh louder as he walked in front of her clearly exhausted frame. Spitting a thick mouthful of spittle against her face, he then slapped it with a powerful backhand that would have throne the princess to the floor should she had not been bound in place. As it was, only her head went flying, before bouncing back into a powerful vice grip that he set on her jaw. Growling the words, he asked, "Did you practice like you were supposed to, cunt?" The other hand darted between her legs and found mostly dry fluids, with a low chuckle he continued, "We will find out shortly... Come, time to get some rest." The two statements were not supposed to make any sense, but they would soon enough. The Orc released both cuffs at the same time, and watched with amusement as the exhausted Lyrianna dropped further onto the rocky spear, digging it further into her abused confines. Then he snatched her with one massive claw on her shoulder, he squeezed so hard that blood began to ooze around his razor sharp claws. Turning carelessly, Karak dragged her from the perch. Strangely the tool did not exit her hole, but the one in the floor. It rattled as he dragged her back up the tunnel, through the pool's cavern, his abode, and onto the main thoroughfare through the cave dwellings.

There he set her back down, firmly on a rough splintering bench that also had a stockade nailed to one end. He placed her thin throat, and slimmer wrists into the three holes before locking the contraption firmly. Then he turned to small crowd of warriors.

"This is the she-human's princess, and she is mine!" The roar of approval swept through the cave, and more Orcs approached from whatever they had been doing. "She defies the Orc's greatness with her foul mouth, and turned up nose, so we will show her how us Orcs will enslave all of humanity!" Another cheer went up, and then hushed as Karak spoke in a lower, deadlier tone. "Use her mouth, and use her cunt. Use her hands, and her skin. Do not kill, and do not fuck her ass."

Another warrior called out jokingly, "I only fuck human's in the ass!"

"You'll have ta wait Hezhog! I haven't gotten that far yet!" The crowd laughed, and during the laughter Karak bent to whisper in Lyrianna's ear. "Enjoy yourself, slave."

The line of Orcs was not short, but the primary distinction between them and Karak was obvious the moment the first two warriors entered Lyrianna, one in her cunt, and the other her mouth with not but a wad of spittle to ease the entrance. Karak's cock was both thicker, and longer than all of the other Orcs. Some were thicker, but not longer, and others were longer, but not thicker. None had the combination that would make them the defiler. The other difference was not as obvious, because it was more subtle. After the first two Orcs had finished within the she-human, their seed was not nearly as potent as the defiler's. Nor did it burn quite as nicely inside or outside when the following two decided to cover her fair skin in their spunk. After awhile Lyrianna would see what he meant about resting, as the line dwindled and she was left in her thoughts and misery, and whatever sleeps he could find. The entire day it lasted, as hunting and scouting parties returned to find the prize awaiting them, or others as the awoke to leave took their turn. Every hour or so the she-human was drenched in water and rubbed with a rough cloth to clean her somewhat. Though it was probably the copious amounts of wine and mead that were spilled on her tits before they were chewed and sucked, or poured over her face and pussy to be lapped up like dogs, that did a better job cleaning than the water and scrubbing.

Finally as the novelty wore off, and very few came to the prize, Karak returned.

She was sleeping, and without waking the tiny she-human, Karak shoved his massive cock deep into her messy cunt.

He laughed as she startled awake, leering over the stockade, he looked down at her face, "You seem a bit looser, cunt, are you happy that I trained you?" Karak awaited the answer, and wondered if he had pushed her far enough yet to get the answer he was waiting for.

 

[The Supple Nail]

The sudden shock of freezing water made Lyrianna gasp and shriek, writhing helplessly atop the thick stone cock still pushing up into her pussy. She had been half-dozing, half-delirious, her consciousness hoovering over the edge of sleep but unable to tumble over. Her pain and the uncomfortable position were enough to keep her on the edge of wakefulness. She looked up at Karak with bleary, terrified eyes just as he spat in her face, his savage backhand split her lip and whipped her head back like a snapping bowstring. The pain and humiliation brought her jerking back into full wakefulness. As a simple secondary consequence of the humiliating gesture his saliva smeared over the rapidly forming bruise and trickled with a stinging pain into the bleeding cut on her lip, hastening the healing process with its powerful but painful properties. Although Lyrianna did not realize it yet the stinging licks to her cuts and bruises, the orcish tongues invading her pussy and ass, the globs of spit soon to rain down on her, they all simply prolonged her suffering, increasing the amount of damage her frail and abused form could take without breaking.

The slap rocked Lryianna off balance and her feet slipped from under her, driving the stone cock deeper into her vagina with the force of a punch. Fresh tears began rolling down her cheeks and she moaned piteously in her trembling, high pitched voice. When Karak began dragging her down the corridor she could hear the humiliating scraping of the spear dragging behind her, still lodged in her trembling pussy. Perhaps it was the healing saliva, perhaps it was her youth and elasticity, but her pussy was still tight enough to grip like a vice even after all the abuse it had taken. The were halfway down the hall when the long rod finally slipped from her depths to clatter on the floor woodenly. Lyrianna groaned at the sudden, welcome feeling of emptiness in her tummy.

When she was thrown down in the stockade she struggled ineffectually, her slender throat held in place by Karak's iron grip before being locked securely in the unforgiving board. The rough wood of the bench chafed her painfully sensitive nipples and the soft, smooth skin of her stomach.

"No, please, don't!" She cried in feeble protest when he gave his harsh speech.

She cried and moaned, quaked in orgasm and rocked from abusive blows that rained down on her as the day wore on. Eventually the tears would not come and she hoovered between wakefulness and sleep, half fainting and half sleeping through the day. Although each time a thick orcish cock was shoved into her her head jerked up and her eyelids fluttered.

While a single blow is rarely enough to shatter a stone the constant, unforgiving motion of lapping waves will eventually wear it down to nothing. If Lyrianna's will was such a stone the ceaseless, unending rapes were like waves dashing against her, each one carrying a little bit of her self out to sea. Her pussy was soupy with cum, her throat coated with thick orcish semen. It was plastered in her hair and that was perhaps the most shaming of all. Lyrianna had always been so proud of her beautiful hair.

She was almost asleep when Karak returned to her, pushing his massive cock roughly into the gooey confines of her abused cunt. Her eyelids popped open and she craned her head around to confirm what her pussy was telling her: It was indeed Karak.

"N...N-nooooo." She moaned, her head hanging limp in defeat as she recognized him.

"D-don't make me cum any more. Pleeeease. I-I can't cum any more." She begged, almost blubbering.

 

[The_PG]

The cry of defeat was not quite the answer the chieftain had been looking for, but perhaps the lesson had not fully sunk in as of yet. Then again, perhaps it had but Lyrianna could simply not function well enough to recognize the fact in her current state. Neither bothered the powerful orc as he took her with a half squat that gave him the greatest ability to plunge inside of the she-human and test just how well the training had prepared her. Certainly she was looser, but his length and girth enabled him to be the only one that could have noticed very easily. The plus side was that it was far easier to fuck her tiny body, and he was sure once she had her rest it would be easier to force both pleasure and pain back onto her frame. The only negative was that the ease made it far more likely he might just take the other virginity he had been so carefully saving for another time. Thankfully it only required a bit more self-control to keep from plunging through the slaves cervix and with her now much more docile nature there was no anger or lust that was too great to forget himself. After a few moments Karak grunted, and deposited his sweetly sour load against the she-human-princesses inner walls to mix with what was already present. Perhaps surprisingly, he forced no more pleasure on his newest and greatest toy, but it was not a lack of understanding that held him from doing so. No, in fact it was quite the opposite, the presence of enough cunning to know it mattered little what he did right at that moment, and preparing her for what was next might be more important.

Removing the rag-doll like body from it's prison, Karak half-carried, half-dragged the limp princess back to the cage she had first occupied upon her arrival. Instead of the typical toss he carried her entirely into the cage, and dropped her. While not soft, it was certainly more pleasant of a drop than being flung against the hard rocks. Locking the cage from the outside, Karak went into his house and retrieved what could be considered food for dogs; half or mostly uncooked scraps of meat along with a piece of mold spotted bread. Finally a large flask of foul smelling mead, an orcs water that did not get people sick. These he took out to the cage, and after unlocking the gate, took with him into the cage. But as he knelt at the she-humans side he placed the tray to the side and out of Lyrianna's reach. With a grunt his eyes narrowed to the crevice between her legs that was oozing orc sperm. With a nasty grin he grabbed first the loaf of bread and then the she-human's leg. Spreading it to the side he ran the loaf against her abused lips, coating it in the sticky substance, before flipping it over and doing it again to make sure it was truly covered. The meat he thought disgusting enough, and also could not think of a way to get it covered that would take a short amount of time.

Dropping the bread on the floor, he stood, and turned to glance at the princess, "You have drank enough, eating it shouldn't make a difference."

Then with a snarling laugh he was gone, locking the cage behind him once again.

Leaving the she-human for a full sixteen hours was not part of Karak's plan, but he had to deal with a pack of wargs that had roamed into his territory. The ensuing skirmish and traveling had taken him away from his prize for longer than anticipated and he was in a rather evil mood by the time he had returned. One large laceration stretched down his forearm but was already healing when he approached the she-human's cage. The first think he checked was the food and mead, and the second was the she-humans temperament. If the extra rest had reset her resistance he certainly be a bit angry, but if it had only extended what resistance remained then their fun would just continue longer. With a question, he gauged, "So... My little slave, how do you greet your master?"

 

[The Supple Nail]

By the time Karak emptied his seed into her belly Lyrianna was panting and moaning, her pussy tightening around him involuntarily. She could feel the spurts of cum jetting up into her womb and she gritted her teeth against the all too familiar sensations. Being filled and covered in orcish cum for a full day had kept her on the edge of arousal but when Karak's sperm shot into her eyes widened. That old sensation of intense, undeniable, unwanted arousal rushed over her. All at once she was aware of her nipples scraping against the rough wood of the bench, of the cool air blowing against her cunt lips and the clenching bud of her anus. Of Karak's thick cock, its head pushed painfully up against her cervix, his cum jetting up into her womb.

She moaned when he pulled out a moment later, the long slide spreading her as she felt the bulbous head pulling out past her bruised vaginal muscles. A fresh spurt of cum dripped out between her lower lips, sliding over the fucking bench and splattering on the ground. She was nearly senseless as he unchained her and dragged her by her arm along the dark corridor. The copious dollops of cum oozing out of her pussy left a wet and glistening trail behind them as it seeped out of her.

When he dropped her unceremoniously she nearly blacked out despite the relative 'gentleness' of the gesture. Her head reeled both from abuse and starvation as he left. She felt like she hadn't eaten in months and she could barely raise her head to look at him with fear in her eyes as he came back into her cage. Instead her eyes fixated on what he held in his hands. Food! Involuntarily her mouth began to water. It smelled foul, it looked worse, but it was all Lyrianna could do to keep herself from jumping on it the moment he set it down in front of her.

"Eeeek! No!" She squealed when he roughly grabbed her leg and yanked her towards him. Was he planning on raping her again? Forcing her to eat with his cock stuffed up her pussy? Something worse? It was something worse. She moaned in shame as he dragged the moldy bread through her feminine folds, collecting the cum there as it oozed profusely from her pussy. Both a disgusting lesson and proof that she was ruined. The sodden morsel made a lewd slap as he threw it to the stones in front of her.

She glared up at him with hate in her eyes until he left. It was torture waiting but she would not give him the satisfaction of watching her eat with her hands like an animal. The minute he left, though, she fell on the food. He was right about one thing, she though with despair. Her aversion to the cum coated bread had been shattered by a day full of orcish loads pumped directly down her throat. She forced herself to eat slowly enough that she wouldn't choke. The meat was disgusting and she tried not to gag as she swallowed it, washing it down with the acrid and bitter orcish ale. It made her head spin, far too powerful for her frail, hungry frame, but it was the only way to wash the disgusting taste of the meat out of her mouth. She supposed she was just lucky that Karak hadn't jacked himself off onto the meat as well, or into the ale. The cum on the bread sent fresh waves of arousal shooting through her but she forced herself to ignore it.

Then, exhausted, battered, and broken, she lay down and passed out.

She slept fitfully, waking now and then blearily. Some time during the night she used handfuls of straw to wipe away the now dried and flaky semen from her skin. Her hair was matted with cum but there wasn't anything that she could do about it, she simply gathered it behind her and tried to ignore it.

She was sleeping when Karak returned. She woke in confusion and terror, scrambling to her feet and backing away from him into the corner of the cage. Her eyes still held hatred for him, but her defiance had turned into a hunted, animal fear. A wariness that watched his every move as he advanced on her.

"Please, let me go. My father is king. He can give you riches, lands...just...please. Let me go home." She said.

She tried to stand tall, the way a princess should, but her frail and naked frame just made her seem more pitiful and helpless. One hand covered the small mounds of her breasts, the other hid the pussy that Karak had already plundered and defiled. Despite her best efforts it was already dripping down her thighs, the aphrodesiac affects of his orcish cum taking hold of her as soon as she caught his scent.