As usual, you debase yourself further

Now that Cocephalos is standing facing your head, you can see the cock that took your virginity and left you like this. It's as massive as the last time you see it, seemingly not having deflated at all despite blowing what felt like liters of cum into your tight tummy. The entire thing is coated with sticky liquid. You see cum on it, but most of the coating seems to consist of your own excretions. Ass juice, intestinal fluid, you don't know what you're supposed to call it, but it's there. Remembering that you were meant to clean up, and exhausted from your ordeal, you open your mouth and begin to gently suck on the tip of his cock, before lapping at the shaft. You work your way up and down as he laughs, swallowing your sticky ass juice and sucking down globs of cum. The taste of your own asshole fills your mouth.

"Andros, you haven't had any fun yet," says Cocephalos, slapping your ass as it sticks out between his front legs, "Come over here and use this little elven pussy."

The last centaur laughs and walks over to you, taking up a position ready to breed your asshole.

"Will there be space for both of us?" he jokes.

"Up here or inside of her?" says Cocephalos.

"Both I guess."

Andros maneuvers his penis up against your still slightly gaping asshole. You're not sure if it will ever close right now. He flexes it a few times, smacking it against your wet ass, causing your cheeks to jiggle. After sliding back and forth a few times, he finds the right angle and slams right back into your asshole. It hurts at least as much as you remember, but this time the pleasure is immediately overwhelming, and you convulse again, dribbling from all your holes. Your eyes roll back in your head and your mouth falls completely open. Cocephalos takes this opportunity to **** his cock into you. He holds still, his cockhead stretching your little mouth.

"Hold still. Don't pull away, and don't you dare spill a single drop," he says.

You're confused. Even in this state, you can think clearly enough to guess he shouldn't be cumming again right away.

Suddenly, everything becomes clear. A jet of acrid, foul tasting liquid strikes the back of your throat. He's pissing in your mouth. Disgust followed by humiliation roll over you, but you don't pull away, triggering another wave of humiliation. Despite, or perhaps because of, the humiliation though, you're even more aroused.

You hold yourself as still as you can, and huge centaur reaming your shithole from behind, the other taking a massive piss in your mouth. You gulp down the bitter liquid as quickly as you can, fearful of what will happen if you disobey Cocephalos. If you fail him. The piss pools in your stomach, joining the cum Dacchus had dumped down there earlier. You feel like your digestive system is full beyond limit. You have cum or piss from your mouth all the way down to your rectum, as Cocephalos's last load never got a chance to leave before the next centaur dick entered you. After nearly two minutes the piss stopped flowing, and Cocephalos transitions seamlessly into fucking your mouth. He doesn't **** it in as deep as Dacchus, but it seems like that's because if he did that he'd make contact with Andros thrusting from behind.

Your little asshole is barely hanging on, strained to the limit like the rest of you. Despite all this, you feel like you're drowning in pleasure. You still can't think straight.

The next several hours pass in a haze. Andros finishes in your ass, but the centaurs just keep taking turns destroying your holes. Each of them fucks your ass at least three times. During the whole ordeal you have maybe three coherent thoughts. You dimly notice a door open halfway through, and you see another centaur carrying one of your comrades. The elf is completely **** and covered in sticky good. He's totally naked, but you catch a glimpse of something metal attached to his groin. You also notice the human again, still studiously observing and writing. The rest of your experience is just primal pleasure and pain, slamming around your brain and body with the rest of your scrambled thoughts.

Eventually the centaurs stop, taking you off the contraption and dumping you on the ground in a pile of filth you all just created together. The worst of the **** has started to wear off, but you have almost no strength in your limbs, and are exhausted in every way. Your sword lies within reach, but you don't have the strength or will to reach for it.

"Hope you enjoyed yourself," says Buldar, "Because this is how you're going to spend the rest of your life."

His words hit you like a charging bull. He was right. They had absolute power over you. None of this was going to change. You couldn't overpower them, and you didn't know where you were. How could you escape? These savages had proven they knew the wilds far better than twenty elves. Your elven mind struggles to reassert control over you. You can't let this happen. You summon all the strength your abused body has left. Rolling over, you rise on all fours above your sword, grabbing it in your hands and holding it point up. With a broken gasp, you slam your entire bodyweight down on the point, knowing that this is your best chance at freedom.

"Woah there," says Buldar, catching you a hair's breadth before the sword slices your belly open, "She's still rebellious. Maybe we shouldn't expect to break them quite so quickly."

"We've already bred her," says Cocephalos, "And we're already experimenting with them to see if we can enhance fertility. Should we add her to the experimental group? It could help with this too."

"Great idea," says Buldar, "Are you taking this down Musa?"

"Of course," the human replies, "That's an excellent addition to the experiment."

You listen to them nervously. You feel sick. What experiments are they going to perform on you. You remember your utter helplessness again. They can do anything to you, you are completely subjugated by them. You feel your clitty twitch.