Danger and degradation

It takes you a long while, trudging through the dark fog shrouded streets to reach the lonely road side tavern. Or more to the point the pile of smoldering coals that use to be the tavern, the whole building is completely destroyed only the rough stone walls and a few charred beams remain. Everyone you had known from ol' Tobbin to the Eli and Jorda bouncers, Tel the bartender all gone. Your room with its few meager things just a pile of ashes, all you now own was the clothes on your back. Moving though the rubble you spot a gleam of silvery metal, kneeling down you dig it out of the ashes. Its a slender elfin dagger untouched by the heat of the fire, it glows faintly in the darkness as you look it over.

It is nothing you've ever seen before, and you wonder if it was something your father had left behind like the amulet around your neck. Tucking it in your belt, you keep looking for anything of value that can help you to survive.

In the ruin of Tobbins room you find his strong box, normally you wouldn't be able to get into it. But the intense heat of the fire has burned the wooden sides away, so that the strong box just falls away as you touch it. There are fifty six silver coins inside, quickly you put that money into your belt pouch. Once again you notice the arrow heads on the charred beam, but as you are leaving the ruins you spot something else oddly out of place. Broken oil bottles... the same kind of oil used in the lamps Tobbin used inside the tavern. It is plain to you someone used the oil from the storeroom to fuel the fire, burning down the tavern with what they had found inside.

You head back into the city, knowing that you would need to find a place to sleep soon. Unaware of the shadowy figure who was now following you, the attack came just before you make it back to the city gates. Only your nervous state saved you, as the whir of the arrow makes to dive to the ground at the last possible second. Still the arrows razor sharp edge cuts a blood line across your cheek, rolling into the roadside ditch you sprint the last few yards to the gate. Shouting a warning to the guards as you hurry inside, once back in the city you are grabbed by the guards and taken right back to the ol' Gaol. To spend the half an hour explaining what had just happened to you, finally your cut cheek is treated and your put in a cell for the night. You breath a sigh of relief as you drift off to sleep, thinking happily that the worse was over. Little did you know things were going to get much worse... before you life got any better that this.

Less than a hour later you awake feeling cold, at first you think your ragged prison blanket had fallen off somehow. Your hands run down your naked body trying to find it, as you slowly realize that you shouldn't be naked. A split second later a heavy hair body lands on-top of you, without thinking you open your mouth to cry-out. Only for a large smelly hand to clamp over your mouth, as a deep gritty voice growls in your ear. “Stop struggling... and trying to cry-out Elf-boi or Oolok will throttle you.” Fear seizes your body, and you go limp as that heavy naked body on top of him pins you to the hard bunk. “There... that's better... you be a good lad and I'll make this fun for you. Deal?” That big hand is lifted off your mouth, now is the time to scream for help. But you just open your mouth and whimper meekly, as that powerful male body gets into position.

“Deal Oolok.”

“Heh... yer a sexy little bitch.” The big nasty looking half Orc chuckled, as he spread your pale white ass-cheeks. Hocking up a mouthful of thick greasy saliva, before spitting it onto the tiny little plucker of your anus. “We're gunna be great friends... I can tell already.” The smirking half Orc grunted, as he pushed the tip of his huge cock against your tight little asshole.

“Ooowww... Ooowww please.” You beg softly as his hand claps over your mouth again, while he pushes harder and harder against your anal gates.

“Relax yerself... let it inside and it won't hurt so much.” Oolok advises you with a snort, even as you do your best to do as he instructed. Your tiny hole aching as he just keeps pushing and prodding, until your anal gates at last give way before his mighty green battering ram. There was a lewd sounding 'SLURP' as that thick fucker slips inside of you, your eyes flying open wide in shock and pain. “Hohoho Yeah! That's one sweet little boi-pussy. We're gunna be great friends.”