A spitroasting

It was darker than she remembered, but a deep echoing grunt brought the realization that it was because she was inside a cavern. As her vision cleared Vivia found herself staring at a bed of coals, her shoulders beginning to ache from her bondage. She was dismayed to find herself still tied up, but it was quickly compounded by the rest of her situation: she was hung like a beast on a spit over a campfire, and when she raised her head she found the ogre was not alone.

A second one of them stood in the cavern with her, just as big as the first. The ogres quickly took note of her rousing, and seemed excited as they moved in toward the spit she was bound to. Her heart pounded fast, and her squirming brought only renewed soreness to her body, a particular sensitivity between her legs twisting her by its own degree. She moaned out in **** cussing breaths, the memory of the first ogre's use of her fresh in her mind as the pair approached, one going behind her.

The coals beneath her brought an especially worrisome fate to mind, but as the first ogre positioned himself before her with his massive cock erect, she swallowed back her darker fears with her pride, and told herself it could be worse. He laid a large mitt upon her head and held it up, while a debauched thrill inside her preceded the reminder of her earlier climax, and she thought it could certainly be worse...

The ogre behind her suddenly slid his hands past her trussed and tucked legs to grip her hips tight, and the thrust of his thick dick into her slick slit loosed a gasping moan from her other end. The ogre before her took advantage of it to push his own throbbing cock past her lips, and her tongue twitched under its savory girth as her voice was curtailed and stifled. It was no easier for her sore sex to admit such a sizable shaft a second time, and she found her mouth had its sympathy as a new strain was put on her holes.

Vivia gagged as her throat was prodded repeatedly, eyes crossing up at the beastly visage of the ogre gripping her ponytail tight. She swung back-and-forth from the spit as the pair of them fucked her between each-other. She felt her drool running down her chin flavored with ogre cock, similarly drooling between her legs as that brute went deeper and deeper. Their sloppy grunts echoed in the dim space, accompanied by occasional moans that manages to slip out past the throbbing shaft in her mouth. Vivia's eyes fluttered and rolled with the trembling shock of a hard orgasm, her body straining in her bonds while the ogres pounded away at her.

Back, and forth... back, and forth... Vivia felt herself quivering at the edge of another orgasm when their thrusts grew more frantic, and she squeaked around the pulsating shaft being shoved down her throat as the ogre in front gave a groaning sigh, forcing her to swallow a stream of semen pouring forth. Her own orgasm shook her mind enough that she belatedly noticed the cock in her tight pussy ejaculating as well. Her tired jaw worked to gulp down the cum as she fought to catch her breath, and aftershocks of pleasure rippled through her as the ogres slowly pulled out. She hung shivering as discordant panting echoed off the cavern walls with the patter of spilled cum.

Vivia was left there while her senses returned, and she found herself wondering if the ogres would let her go. Maybe they would release her once they were satisfied. Surely they couldn't keep her on the spit forever... Eventually they would at least let her down, even if she had to stay tied up... Perhaps if she did her best to satisfy them, she would get rewarded... The thoughts sent another debauched thrill between her legs, admitting it could certainly be worse...