“Are you ready, Astrid?” Mistress laughed beneath me, holding herself static in my pussy as she spread my cheeks for the half-giant. “Because this is going to hurt like nothing you’ve ever felt before.”
I abandoned trying to stroke Grunt and Flendian to completion, and instead, pushed against Gronk’s pelvis with all my might. It was useless, the orc was too strong. I contemplated for a desperate moment about biting down, but he never gave me the chance. He pulled out just as I felt an alien pressure against my puckered anus. My head whipped around, and I stared at Hacksaw with all the pleading, manic terror I could muster.
“Don’t!” I screamed, but he just squirted olive oil onto his enormous phallus, and grinned. The scars on his face deepened with his cruel mirth, and he pushed forward. The pressure increased, and I began to writhe and struggle atop Mistress. Grunt and Flendian caught hold of my flailing wrists, and Hacksaw pinned me atop Mistress with a firm hand to my tailbone. The pressure increased. I felt my pelvic floor indenting, the skin of my taint stretching as it was pushed inward. The pressure increased. The tiny aperture of my filthy hole dilated, and I shrieked in terror as it slowly expanded. The crowd cheered and laughed as I thrashed desperately; my hips wriggling, my legs kicking, and my arms straining with all their might. The pressure increased, and increased, and increased. I looked around frantically, searching for anything that could stop this, anyone that could save me. There was no one. I was in hell. The pressure broke.
My head reeled backward, my hips slammed downward, my back bowed in a spine-cracking arch as my mouth shrieked until the sound left my chest. I felt myself stretch around him, expand beyond my limits, cling to him in a hold so tight it seemed that my gripping circle would tear. He pushed through the tender coil of my anus, flattened my rectal sheath against the muscles of my insides, and forced my bowels into my own body. He kept going; gradually opening my locked channel, burning his heat into the reaches of my most sensitive entrance, fighting against my shitting muscles and pressing through virgin flesh that was never meant to feel the touch of another. It was the worst pain I’d ever felt, beyond anything I’d endured in training or combat. It was an invasion of my very essence, of my pride and sanctity, but my thoughts had long since passed such trivial matters. I was agony, the very embodiment of it, and then… then I was something else.
His pelvis finally pressed against my cheeks, and he held me there in stasis, forcing me to acclimate to him. Through gritted teeth that leaked with spit, and bulging eyes that blurred with tears, I adapted to him. I surrendered myself to his invasion, I loosened the tension in my body, and I felt myself grow limp where I had been clenching. There was a moment of what I can only describe as peace; a blissful serenity where I simply gave up, and allowed it to happen. The pain began to dissipate, the tension began to unwind, and I began… to like it. It was absurd, really, to garner pleasure from something that had been so excruciating, to enjoy something so disgusting and wrong, but I couldn’t lie to myself; I liked it. I liked it a lot. For if a place was so sensitive that it could inflict such pain, then it could just as easily give me great pleasure, and he stretched me so much that my entire rectal channel was taut and clinging to him, every nerve stimulated by some surface of his reaming meat. I could feel his heartbeat through the throbs of his shaft, and I could feel his tip breaching the sphincter of my colon, opening my bowels for his pleasure. For my pleasure. The scream that had passed through my lips waned and died, and I became languid atop my god. My breasts pressed into hers, my belly unclenched and distended into her warm stomach, and my quivering tensed thighs sloped into a spread-legged sprawl. I could feel her cock pressing against Hacksaw’s from the other side, I could feel them stretching my taint into a flat glistening ribbon, I could feel them pulsating against the vulnerable spaces within me, and I could feel myself leaking from the arousal of it all. They began to thrust, and I began to moan. What are you doing?! Stop! Don’t give them the satisfaction! Fight it! Remember your oaths!
“Do you like it, Astrid?” Mistress grinned up at me, her head titled back in pleasure, her black eyes cast downward and her lips parted.
“Yes Mistress!” I moaned a whining, whorish tone I’d never expressed before. “I don’t want to, but it feels too good!”
“You’re getting gangraped in front of everyone, and you’re moaning like a used whore,” Mistress chuckled, squeezing my breasts viciously, prompting my whining moan to raise in pitch as I savored the wonderful pain. “I’m disappointed, Astrid; I thought you had more fight in you.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress!” I cried in shame and pleasure, shifting backward to take them as deeply as I could, “but I can’t help myself!”
Hacksaw was thrusting with long, gradual motions, penetrating deeply, forcing me to feel every inch of his girth as it ruined me. I felt cool air on the sheath of my anus, and realized in a mixture of horror and arousal that part of me was clinging to him as he pulled out. I looked back, and my eyes widened as I saw pink glistening flesh wrapped around the first few inches of the half-giant. He grinned wickedly at my astonished expression, and I couldn’t keep myself from returning a slutty smile back. Get a hold of yourself, woman! That bastard is raping you! Instead of scowling at him, however, I bit my lip with playful exuberance, and began shifting my hips back. What the fuck is wrong with you?! Mistress locked into Hacksaw’s rhythm, and ran alongside him against my fleshy division, pressing my nerve-wracked membrane with their vile heat, squishing it between their torturing members. I let out a delighted giggle that was punctuated with breathy moans, and I winked at the half-giant as I winked my anus around him. You’ll never save Willowbud if you fall so easily. My back arched behind me, curving my ass upward to deepen my penetration, moving on whorish instincts that alarmed me with how natural they came. You can’t even save yourself. My conscience battled with my pleasure, creating a duality of shame and indulgence, but oh gods, the shame made it better! Mistress sunk her fingers into the fat of my ass, spread me wide, and then hammered into me with brutal motions. Hacksaw gripped my hips and matched Mistress’s pace, smashing his pelvis into me with thrusts that sent my body lurching, impaling me so deeply I could feel him in my guts, stretching me so wide he rubbed against Mistress with each horrific plunge into my ruined channel, now just a stinking fleshy tunnel that clung loosely to his grotesque fat meat, a shithole for a pig. Oh, how I loved it! I writhed between them, moving with chaotic mania, reacting violently to every motion, reveling in the depravity, relishing the pain that heightened the pleasure, screaming and wailing like the whore Mistress wanted me to be. I wanted to sew my lips shut and endure it with valkyrie stoicism, but each attempt to keep my honor was feeble in the heat of such sensations, a raping so pleasurable that my very voice was forced against its will to sing out my ecstasy!
The crowd roared their approval at my lost equanimity, cheering my name as I grinded desperately between my molesters. Their attention no longer humiliated me, but excited me, even flattered me. They weren’t here to leer and insult, but to bear witness to my lust, to watch me perform something extraordinary. They’re here to watch a valkyrie break all her oaths. They’re here to see you betray yourself and your entire people, and you enjoy their attention. You’re pathetic.
I smiled up at Gronk, and he grinned down at me. How could I have ever thought he was ugly? His body was laced with chords of muscles, his hair framed his fearsome face in black dreads, and his cock stood rigid and veiny, waiting for me to taste his delicious filth. My smile widened to gaping quirked lips, and I drew out my tongue as I took his entire length into me. You covet the lust of beasts. You’re no better than a succubus.
Gods, it felt good to be so full. Every hole was stuffed, every possibility was exploited. I indulged in the excess of men, greedily took in all that I could, reveled in the extravagance of my sexual avarice. I reached to my sides, and covetously wrapped my fingers around Grunt of Flendian. I stroked them softly, alluringly, no longer trying to finish them off, but preparing them for their turns inside me. Does everyone get a turn in you? Why not let the whole brothel have their fill, you pathetic whore! My hips rocked back and forth behind me; my pussy consuming Mistress with clenching muscles, and my anus simply opening to accept the stretching impalement of Hacksaw. I could feel my insides being forced upward between them, I could feel the indentation of Mistress’s cock protruding from my pelvis, and I could feel my anus gaping; every sensitive, vulnerable swath of flesh brutally stimulated to the point of numbing euphoria. I hummed my whorish moans around Gronk’s cock, translating the pleasure of my penetration into the passionate consumption of his wonderful shaft. I stared up at him with baby-eyes as I rotated my lips around his base, laughing a muffled tone when he groaned in satisfaction. Mistress wasn’t lying; I really was good at sucking dick. And you’re proud of that?! I was.
“Goddamn Astrid, you’re so fucking tight right now!” Mistress moaned as she thrust into me. “There’s hardly any room for me!”
“I’m taking up all the real-estate,” Hacksaw laughed, giving me a vicious smack on the ass that almost made me come. “Apologies to the rest of you; it’s gonna be like an arrow through a canyon.”
“I’m not opposed to sharing,” Gronk laughed, petting my hair as I sucked him, “what do you think Astrid; can you take two of us back there?”
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