Like a mouthful of blood and

You feel a light burning sensation in your mouth, around your teeth and gums. Your mouth fills with the taste of iron and something harsh and acrid. Buldar holds your mouth shut to prevent you from spitting out the liquid. The burning sensation grows by the minute, until eventually it becomes unbearable and you begin squirming in the orc's arms. He does not release you, and your struggles bear no fruit. After nearly ten minutes like this, he takes his hand away from your jaw.

"Spit or swallow this time my lady, but you better learn to swallow soon," he says, giving you a slap on your ass.

You cough violently, spitting up the awful liquid on the ground. You look around wildly.

"Pleashe, can I have shomething to drink," you cry, **** to wash the feeling out of your mouth.

"Of course you can," says Buldar, handing you a wineskin. You open it to find it's the same liquid the centaurs **** you to drink earlier, "Don't you dare waste a single drop though"

You tentatively sip the liquid, then quickly gulp it down. Despite it's slightly alcoholic flavor, it really is delicious. Immediately that warm, contented feeling fills you from your belly, and you feel calmer. In fact, you feel almost too calm, as if your wits have been slowed.

Suddenly remembering why you needed this drink, you reach up to your mouth. What did they put in their, and why? Your fingers immediately provide you with an awful answer. As you touch your teeth, you feel them give almost entirely. You feel around your mouth and find that your teeth have become completely soft, almost gelatinous, throughout your mouth. Your gums now give way almost entirely, squishing as you press against them.

"What have you done to me?" you ask.

"Nothing bad," says Cocephalos, "You should get used to it though, this will be the least of your concerns from now on."

Dacchus walks out into the open in front of you, as you see Buldar hauling around several strange looking wooden contraptions.

"Kneel for me, bitch," says Dacchus, walking up to you, "And get that mouth open nice and wide."

You feel like you are barely in control of your body at this point. You don't understand what is happening, but you drop to your knees in front of the jet black centaur, and open your soft mouth. A drop of drool runs from the corner of your mouth. You're salivating. Dacchus moves further forward, and this time you sway your head to try to catch his massive cock in your mouth. You succeed. As soon as he feels that he's lined up his shaft with your wet, open mouth, he thrusts forward, sliding easily into you. He pulls back slightly and thrusts again, pushing his cockhead deeper into your mouth, and stretching your jaw to what feels like its limit. Your jaw is already sore, but there's no way he's stopping. Dacchus thrusts several more times and you feel him pressing up against the back of your throat. You gag uncontrollably on his cock, saliva rushing around his shaft and bubbling out of your mouth. Buldar notices and walks over to you, grabbing your hands behind your back and clipping something on your hand. It's pinching you between your thumb and forefinger. Somehow, this lessens your gagging. It doesn't disappear entirely, but the centaur can go back to working his shaft into you.

As the shaft sinks deeper into your mouth and the head rubs against the back, then sides of your throat, a host of strange feelings begin to well up inside of you. You feel your tiny penis grow hard, extending its full two inches.

Buldar laughs, "Look, her clits getting hard. I knew they'd all be naturals."

The massive organ sinks deeper into your throat, eliciting further gagging. You feel like your mouth is full past bursting, both with cock and your own saliva. Your soft, lithe elven tongue lashes wildly against the underside of Dacchus's shaft, stroking him further. Your throat feels stuffed past what you could ever imagine, and based on what you can see left over, you've only taken six or so inches. He begins to thrust more rapidly, using the whole region he has filled, causing you to gurgle a mix of your own spittle and his precum all over your face and chest with every stroke. He manages to fit another couple of inches in you by this method, and you realize that you too are oozing precum, and to your horror, you're oozing something else from your asshole. Buldar seems to have finished his furniture arrangement and comes over to you, squatting beside you as you get your face fucked. He caresses your ass again, then moves to your asshole.

He rubs something on his fingers, then moves them back to your hole. You are frozen in horror as the shaft continues stretching your throat. You almost forget the pain, and the growing excitement and pleasure. Would this make you a homosexual? You had only heard of acts like this between me once, when you were in school. A classmate had brought it up, only to be quickly shut down by a teacher.

"That is an abominable act that you should not even deign to think about," she said, "And no elven man would ever submit to it."

Buldar begins to work one thick finger into your hole. It's very slippery, but he has to **** it past your tightly clasped sphincter. You yelp involuntarily around the massive shaft in your mouth. He moves his finger around inside your hole, massaging the sides. A tremor passes through your body. It feels like nothing you've ever experienced, and you're more terrified than ever before. He inserts another finger and continues to massage your insides. He begins to rub one spot in particular, and you feel an unbelievable pressure well up inside you. Before you know it, you're blasting an almost clear liquid from your erect clit-you mean penis-and losing any control over your body whatsoever. Dacchus tries to use this opportunity to get another inch or so in you, but he seems to have hit a geometric limit.

"I can't really do much more work on his ass from this position either," says Buldar, "Hold still while I lift him."

Buldar picks your limp, spasming form up in his strong arms, keeping your mouth and throat impaled 8 inches onto Dacchus's massive shaft. He slides one of his contraptions under you, laying your limp form on it, and quickly attaching your arms and legs to either side. You find your head body angled slightly downward, with the huge cock sliding up into your body, as your shapely ass points into the air behind you. Buldar takes up a position behind you, as Dacchus continues thrusting into your throat. In a brief moment of clarity, you see that black human standing in the corner, watching you while rapidly noting things down.

Buldar inserts his fingers again, this time pistoning them in and out of your hole. As your sphinter begins to adapt to this constant violation, he begins to stretch it, seemingly testing its capacity. The centaur in front of you steals back what little attention you have left, however, as he suddenly thrusts another six full inches of cock inside of of you. Your mouth and throat are straining painfully against the penis, and you cannot breathe at all when he is inside of you. He begins to pull all the way out and slam back in rhythmically, and it is all you can do to stay conscious and breathe.

"Oh fuck yeah," says Dacchus, "This is one incredible little throat. Gag on my fucking cock you whore."

Dacchus picks up his pace, stretching your throat far beyond what you thought its limit was. Despite your earlier explosion, your clit is still rock hard- your penis is still rock hard. As the violation of your throat continues, you can feel Buldar's hand continue to explore your other hole. Your ass is already dripping wet.

"She's still nice and clean from earlier," says the orc, "But definitely still too small. I don't know if she can take it."

"Give her some wine then," says Cocephalos, tossing something to Buldar.

You feel Buldar stretching your ass a little more, before reaching around to hold a wineskin to your nose. The overpower smell of the **** momentarily overwhelms you. This isn't elven wine, it seems more like a grain ****.

"You like that, hey?" he laughs, "Get me a little more of this Cocephalos."

You hear Buldar take a swig of the stuff until you are distracted by another powerful thrust causing you to **** on the centaur cock in your throat. You let out a low moan. You feel something cold pop into your hole. Moments later, you feel a liquid being **** inside you from behind. Your ass begins to fill with the fluid, and you are filled with a burning sensation. He's pouring the wine into your ass. You feel yourself slowly filled from the bottom up, and he doesn't stop pumping **** into you until you feel almost bloated. Finally, at the point you think you can't take any more, he stops filling you with wine. As you reflexively clench your ass, he forces something else past your sphincter. It's a plug.

Dacchus continues to thrust into your face as your ass and belly burn from the wine. You can feel your delicate insides absorbing the ****. Moments later, it hits your head. You've had some drinks before, but never been properly drunk. Within a couple minutes, however, you realize you're going to be absolutely wasted. You can barely think, and moving your body has become difficult. Now all you can focus on is the massive centaur shaft in your throat. It's your rock, the one thing you can center your world on. Your throat convulses around it. Dacchus notices the **** taking hold and uses this opportunity to **** himself deeper. He thrusts violently, and you wretch as his huge cock slides further down your esophagus. He's fucking you in long strokes, pulling his cockhead back almost through your jellied teeth, then slamming back down to press on the roof of your stomach. You can feel your diaphram jostling, and all of your insides sloshing around. You want to throw up, but you can't. You realize you are incredibly aroused, moreso than you've ever been, but your little clitty is completely limp due to all the **** in your bloodstream. You merely moan.

The throat fucking continues in earnest now. Your entire face is coated with your own saliva. Your eyes roll back in your head as your brain shuts down almost completely and you piss yourself again. You lose track of time and almost lose track of space. Eventually, you notice the pace of the thrusting has increased. Dacchus is breathing fast.

"Suck down all my nut you little elven slut," he says, slamming that massive shaft back down one more time, holding it deep inside you.

You can feel something flowing out of his shaft. He's cumming deep inside your esophagus. The flow is so strong it pushes past the sphincter between your esophagus and stomach, and you fill your little tummy fill with cum. He slowly pulls his dick out of your throat, still completely blocking your breathing. Your throat fills with cum. Just as you are about to black out, he pulls back so just his cockhead is in your mouth. He fills your mouth with his warmy, salty nut until your cheeks are bloated.

Finally, he pulls out completely. You're too exhausted to think, and suck down everything he gave you based on pure instinct. You collapse on the wooden support. Dimly, you are aware of people moving around you and the support being adjusted. You feel the plug being removed from your ass, and are unable to prevent its contents from gushing backwards all over the ground. You feel something approaching you from behind.

Suddenly your brain remembers your situation and floods your body with a fresh load of adrenaline. You know what's coming next. Through a drunken haze you feel a centaur's body almost envelop yours. You feel the massive shaft lined up with your tiny hole. The head is nestled between your fat ass cheeks. A pressure begins to build against your asshole.