Give in

"Do you want me to stop, slut?" Your father's voice in your ear, gruff with disdain, thick with lust. You don't even hesitate.

"No," you answer. The watching guards guffaw rudely and hoot with derision, compounding your crushing shame at your admission. You fist your drooling meat where it has escaped your filthy loincloth as your father drags at your collar, pulling your face from his rank, hairy armpit to make you meet his scornful gaze.

"Your mother's son." His hand closes around yours, lacing fingers, as he helps you continue to pump a steady stream of slick-sticky pre from your drooling cock. "The body of an Orc Breeder, but the heart of a whore."

The hand that has been relentlessly readying your doomed, hungry hole draws the thong of your loosened loincloth aside, and you feel now, as he shifts beneath you, that he has freed his own huge cock as well. He maneuvers his big meat between your cheeks, lifts you by your dick, and poises your quivering pucker against its blunt, seeping crown. "Prove it."

The finger that had spent what seems like hours plying your asshole is laid across your panting lips, and you suck instinctively, intentionally, seeing from the look in his eyes that, however bitter the taste, it is one you will inevitably learn to crave. Holding his gaze with your own as his other hand urges you down, you wriggle and squirm, goaded by the watching guards' mocking calls, and suddenly, abruptly, feel yourself stretch open – so open – around him. You gasp.

He allows you no time to adjust. You need none. Still milking your leaking meat, he shoves himself up into you. There is no pain – just an awful stretching, spreading you open, filling you in a way you never knew you were empty. A way you know you will want never to be empty again. His foreskin pulls back as his fat bull-head rams in, follwed by inch after thickening inch of hairy, veiny shaft. You arch and squirm, reflex driving you to press back to demand more, for him to seek out, to find, to show you that cursed spot, and there it is.

Your whole body tenses and trembles at that first blunt, brute ram. Your hole quivers and clenches around his grinding girth. Your cum-heavy sack draws tight and taut and after an impossibly intense second of terrible suspense, your cock throbs, pulses, and jets a thick, heavy rope of cum, fountaining into the air, falling back down to shower you in your own slime as your father forces himself against your clenching ring, your milking, shuddering passage, until you feel yourself, stretch-sore and full, grinding to scour yourself against the sticky, rough thatch around the base of his cock. You shudder, moan, and cum again – or still – your climax persisting with another sticky spray that soaks the fuzz of your chin where you'd tried to grow a beard to be proud of.

He draws you up half the thick sixteen inches of his iron-hard cock, only to slam roughly in, punching across that core of secret, fithy spot again, so that your balls churn and your back arches, and you grind to meet his brutal thrust, shooting thick ribbons of your first young load in ample evidence of your utter defeat. "Take it, slut," he says, his own heavy sack slapping beneath you. "And hear more."

"M-more? Unh!" you cry thickly as he pulls nearly out, fighting him to slam your shuddering, clutching hole back down onto him.

"Your Elf-blood makes you weak in other ways as well, slut," he tells you, as he grinds against that dirty, secret spot that now rules you completely. "Keep milking me like the filthy cock-whore that you are, and I am going to cum too," he continues in that same, contemptuous tone. His eyes dare you to defy him, promising rejection and reprisal if you do. You moan at the thought, already squirming and squeezing yourself around him to make it happen.

"Orc-cum – even your own – is a **** to Elves, potent, addictive." Another teasingly slow out-thrust, another brutal thrust in, and he has your jetting cock in hand again, leaning you back, aiming your next heavy jet for your parted lips, your panting mouth. You catch it. thick on your tongue as he growls into your ear. "If you don't pull off before I shoot – if you make me give you my cum like a dirty, Elvish boy-whore, up your filthy, slutty shithole – you'll only ever want more, understand?" As he grinds against you, bouncing your spread ass on his full, throbbing length, you can already feel his frame tighten, and imagine his huge nuts churning and seething and drawing taut.

"Unh?" You gasp and moan from another wracking fountain from your own cock, drawing your passage shuddering-snug around him. "More...?" You flex inner muscles, milking him deliberately as you continue to squirm and shoot, grinding back, not allowing him to escape. You utter a low, pleading whimper, "...Cum?"

"Your choice, slut," he said with grim finality, as if you had confirmed every low opinion he'd ever held of you. You burn with shame, blushing and cringing, and clutching and whining as he unloads jet after jet after jet of his hot, thick cum inside you, flooding you, spraying and lashing that flithy, Elvish, slut-spot inside you until hot tears ran down your cheeks.

And then, when his flood is spent, and his bruising grip on your hips pulling you back onto him has loosened, you give a slow squeeze, feeling his cum bubble from your hole to soak down his shaggy sack and, finding he is still fully, demandingly hard, obediently slide your aching, trembling ring back up his length, to slam him into your fuck-sore hole, starting all over again. Your churning nuts still seethe, unrelieved, but your release, as you churn your father's cum inside you with his thick, brutal cock, is just a steady, bubbling overflow like the welling of a desert spring, drawing with it another breathless, whimpering moan. "...Slut."

Your father's huge, rough hands wrap around you, supporting your weight, rubbing your own cum into your heaving chest, the hairy trail down your shaking, bulging abs, as you set a steady, relentless pace, fucking yourself on his cock in a slowly spreading pool of your own spilled Orc-cum. Rhythmic, rude, filthy, wet, slapping, farting sounds mingle with your pleading moans, punctuated by the raucous laughter and lewd comments of the your captors.

As you tirelessly milk and clutch at his thick, hairy, pounding girth, your father once more begins unleashing his own vast load deep inside you, hands firm on your waist pumping your squirming hole onto jet after jet of his thick, hot cum, not letting you slow down. He licks, nips, grazes and sucks hard at your throat and says, close to your ear, in a voice proud at last, "Good slut."