Mercenary Company

Note: First part is an orc and her friend. Pretty standard. 2nd part has some piss drinking and degradation. Part 3 involves painal (Skip if you're normal). **Partly based on https://www.rule34hentai.net/post/view/358273#search=noname55 and partly based on a series on literotica called Heaven where some guys say he'll fuck a girl in the pussy if she lets him throw her into a dumpster.**

27/06 - Added a little bit more to the Zazi section. Also added back the Beatrice section that I initially removed because it made me ashamed. I mean why not, it's the internet.

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The Iron Wolves stopped for the night, smoothly going through the motions of setting up camp like a well-oiled machine. Soon enough, fires were started and the cooks began preparing the evening meals while the soldiery unburdened themselves and relaxed from a day of hard marching.

Like every night, the orc women in the company found themselves the center of attention for most of the male species that made up the mercenaries. Humans, elves, trolls, Animalia and more moved to claim a free orc for themselves as quickly as they could, before they had all been taken. All across the camp, the orc women found the smaller species clinging to their rear ends as they busied themselves.

Around one campfire, dozens of orc women were arrayed. Some were sitting atop their males, others with their faces in the dirt and asses in the air, all helping their companions to unwind as only orcish women could. The Iron Wolves were an unusually tight knit mercenary group, with the soldiers making it up closer and more loyal to one another than sell swords usually were.

One of the orc women began playfully teasing the human inside her arse. “Hey Klei, you in yet? I can’t tell. Maybe we oughta switch places?”

The other mercenaries laughed at the routine ribbing and Klei redoubled his efforts to break the orcs arse. One of the veterans sighed and called out to him. “When are you ever going to learn son? That ain’t ever going to work on them.”

But Klei ignored the older man and did his best to try get a reaction out of the orc woman he liked.

“I think that human likes her,” one of the watching orcs said, her face pressed into the dirt.

Her neighbor, in much the same position nodded as much as she could. “I doubt Klei will ever notice that though, dense as she is. I bet she hasn’t even realized it’s the same one in her night after night.”

The two shared a knowing look at their companion’s ignorance before the men using them stepped on their heads and pressed down more of their weight, preventing the two from talking any more.

Some orcs simply held their cheeks open and laid flat on the ground while a line of men took turns inside their rears, unbothered as they were by the extra duties the company assigned them if it meant helping their companions de-stress. Some just ignored the men rutting behind them and focused on maintaining their gear or going about their business. Others japed and drank with their men, intent on simply having a good time.

~ Atto

Atto laughed raucously at the war story her human Kane was telling, spilling her ale partly over herself and him.

Kane on the other hand loved making Atto laugh when she rode him because of the way it made her tighten her muscles around his prick.

“Those were his dying words?” Atto laughed again. “Hahaha, fucking twigs,” she said as she continued bouncing her arse on Kane’s cock, always taking it from tip to stem with every bounce.

“I swear! It’s true!”

Atto shook her head. “Ahhh, by the way, how’s she feel today?” she said, gesturing down. “A couple wolven got to me first and tore me up good before you found me.”

“You still feel tight as ever, but Gods only know how you green whore.”

“Haha, orc women are just built better than you humans, we don’t break after one go babycock.”

Others might have taken offense at the words, but these two were close and were used to the other’s coarse ways.

Kane reached his hand under the larger woman’s leather armor and grabbed a handful of her breast. He squeezed hard, enjoying the way the massive, soft mound of flesh gave way to his fingers. They were so large that they could truly be pillows, and in fact he’d fallen asleep on them many times already.

Atto shook her head. “There’s a reason why so many of my kind call you babies. I’ll never understand your kind’s obsession with these things. They’re meant to feed our babes, no more, no less.”

“And I’ll never understand orc men,” Kane said, reaching his other hand underneath.

Atto rolled her eyes but unbuckled her armor and let the smaller human maul her breasts so roughly she almost complained, almost.

Eventually, after much drinking and joking did the orc finally feel the human spray his seed inside her. Atto found she felt strangely attached to the human, even as odd as his kind were and had been humoring the request he made long ago. She wasn’t sure why he was so fond of the act but didn’t question it overmuch. She simply held her mug under her arse as she stood up and squeezed his seed out. When she finally felt no more pour from her, she in turn poured the drink into her mouth from above so that the human could watch and gulped it down loudly.

Kane watched with glee no matter how many times she drank his seed for him. Atto found the human’s interests odd but couldn’t help but admit she found him and his constant attention endearing.

That’s one down she thought to herself. She and Kane went off to find Eva for the rest. Atto held onto Kane’s hand as she always did when the two walked together while not on duty, her leading the way and Kane trailing slightly behind with his hand buried in her arse and fingers flexing and digging into her. Atto liked that, she knew that to the human, the gesture didn’t mean the same thing, but in orc culture, it was akin to holding hands. To her, it almost felt as if the two were a couple. She remembered blushing so badly the first time he’d asked to put his hand in there, the other orcs teased her relentlessly for it.

The two eventually found Eve. She was a human raised orc and was even fonder of the humans than Atto was. The two found her in her usual spot, flat on her stomach on the ground with a line of men still waiting their turns behind her. The two patiently waited around for the last of the men to finish while a crowd gathered around. It was always the way the company finished the night, with a celebratory drink for whichever woman drew the short straw, which was Atto that night.

Eva had been busy all night storing the seed of nearly a hundred men in her arse and by then was practically full to bursting.

Atto pulled the woman up by her waist and sat her down on her knees. She saw that the woman had had a rough night. The men had fucked her into the dirt and the coarse stone on the ground had scraped the other orc woman’s face, chest, stomach and breasts bloody. Thin pinpricks of blood leaked from the woman as she was pulled up. But instead of despair or outrage, her face showed nothing except satisfaction at the rough treatment.

“Evening Eve, having fun are we?”

“Mmmmmm,” Eve replied, her voice still hazy with lust.

Atto chuffed at the other orc. She always was a weird one and much too fond of the humans, but then again, who am I to judge Atto thought, giving Kane a glance.

A moment later a veritable flood of semen from a dozen different races poured from Eve’s asshole and quickly filled the mug Atto still held almost to the brim with off-white liquid streaked with brown. Eve really had had a rough night. When the flow slowed to nothing, silence overtook the camp for a moment before a slow chant began. ‘Drink, drink, drink’ the men and woman said in unison.

Even considering the drink’s disgusting color and contents, Atto didn’t mind much nor did the other orc women, it was mostly the non-orc mercenaries that proved a little squeamish when it came to the nightly drinks. Atto actually thought it didn’t taste all that bad all things considered. She brought the frothy mug to her lips and tilted it back, gulping down massive mouthfuls of semen, semen kept warm by Eva’s arshole, completely ignoring the filth that she drank alongside the cum.

It took nearly a minute of long pulls before she’d finally polished off the whole mug and slammed it down. Atto wiped her mouth with the back of her sleeve and smiled proudly at her fellow mercenaries.

“You call that a drink? I could go for seconds,” she boasted.

She regretted the boast a little not long after since her fellow orcs started coming up to her and offering her the anal creampies they’d received that night, keen to offload their duties to another. But Atto was never one to back down.

~ Zazi

Zazi awoke groggily, the aftermath of the last night refusing to leave her. The troll veteran swore to herself for the fifth time that week she wouldn’t drink so much the next time. She rolled over onto her back and tried to piece together the last night but failed miserably, her head pounded far too fiercely to think properly.

She opened her eyes warily and finally noticed where she was. The men had tossed her into the pigsty yet again after they’d finished with her, as near as she could tell. Zazi looked down at her body and saw her blue skin was caked with mud, semen and more but she was too hung over to care much. As she tried to get up, she felt a stirring, vibrating sensation deep in her stomach and rolled her eyes.

The men had plugged her again. Though if she were being honest with herself, it was better this way, she even encouraged it since it was so much better than when they just left her in there. A few times before the plugs she’d woken up and found that the pigs had been rutting her arse the whole night, that had always been an annoying way to start the day.

The way the other mercenaries piled on humiliation after humiliation should have incensed any ordinary woman into a rage, but troll women, much like orcs, came from a far harsher culture with looser concerns about the treatment of women. But whereas greenskin apathy toward sex came from the need to prove strength, for troll women, it was a biological imperative to provide for men. As soon as troll girls became women, they were expected to do their duties for the men, it was as natural as rain or the seasons for their species. So, if anything, Zazi felt the humans she was with were downright gentlemanly by comparison to the troll men she’d known in her youth.

Zazi sighed. She had never expected this kind of attention when she signed up with the Iron Wolves. After all, the women of her race weren’t considered the fairest of the mortal species. But apparently Zazi was something of an outlier, something she hadn’t realized until she began mingling with humans and their cousins. She was apparently very ‘pretty’ by their standards if the men were being truthful. In any case, she ended up with as many obligations as the orcs.

Zazi stood up and reached back, gripped the base of the plug and pulled it out swiftly, making her arsehole pop wetly as the all night seal was broken. It wasn’t much of a plug though since it was far too long to be one. Instead of a short, flared cone, the toy the men had put into her reached deep inside her guts and looked nearly 15 inches long when it flopped out. Zazi cursed the drinks again, they always made her boast. Soon after she felt a flood of liquid pour out of her and flow down her thigh. Looking down she was relieved to see it was off-white. Good, just cum. It could have been worse she mused. It wasn’t the first time she appreciated the rapid regeneration her troll heritage gave her; most wounds would heal quickly and nothing less than acid or fire would truly harm her much.

When nothing else followed last night’s anal creampies, she reached a slim hand into her arse and dug around for the toys she knew the men had stuck in her. She had to reach in, past her wrist before she finally found one of them. Though it was so slippery with her own juices that she struggled to get a grip several times. When she finally managed to take out the toy, she was unsurprised to see it was one of Jan’s.

Bloody human she complained. Jan always liked sticking his silly gadgets inside her, and these new vibrating balls were no exception. But even after she’d taken out the toy, she still felt vibrations inside; there were more yet. Zazi spent the next few minutes trying her hardest to remove the toys Jan had so carelessly shoved deep into her but no matter how deep she reached into herself or how hard she pushed, she only managed to take out three more of the mandarin sized toys. But that wasn’t all of them, she still felt more of them vibrating deep inside her guts.

Cursing drink and Jan one final time, Zazi gave up and decided to just let them sit inside her, what harm could they do after all?

Zazi made her way towards the showers where she could wash off her filth and clear her head. She paid little mind to the jeers and laughter that came her way as she walked through camp in the nude. She couldn’t be bothered dealing with the prudish races.

Zazi stepped under the shower head and let the cold water run over her head and face. The water did its work and her head finally began to clear, pieces of the last night came back.

The first thing she remembered was the way some of the men smiled as they handed her a pint.

~

Zazi eyed the pint warily but it looked the same as the last dozen she’d had so she paid them no mind when she began gulping it down. It wasn’t until she slammed the stein down did the men begin hollering with laughter and she finally noticed the warmth and taste were different to her last pint.

One of the men slapped another on the back. “Didn’t I tell ye she wouldn’t notice no difference? The swill they serve ‘ere really is the same as piss haha!”

Zazi turned her head and found several men huddled around another stein, pissing into it and overflowing it with their urine. She looked back and forth between them and her drink several times before it sank in.

Zazi felt like she should be upset, but the man had been right, she really hadn’t noticed much of a difference, if anything their piss had tasted better than what passed for beer in the camp. Or maybe that was just because she was so utterly drunk that she couldn’t taste a difference. In any case, Zazi shrugged and took another pull from her stein, finishing off the last of it.

The men around her quieted down and stared at her wide-eyed.

“Yer want another one of them girlie?” one of the soldiers asked nastily.

Zazi shrugged and lazily nodded. The stein the men had been pissing into was passed along to her and she began gulping it down absentmindedly. Partly from muscle memory and still wanting something to drink, partly because she just didn’t mind and liked the attention in the moment.

After that, all bets were off and the men clamored to mistreat the blue skinned woman. Stein after stein was handed to Zazi and she powered through nearly half a dozen. Soon after, the steins were abandoned all together and the men pissed into her mouth directly. Zazi found herself just going with the men’s suggestions, not offering any resistance as they degraded her. She simply took the offered cocks into her mouth and drank deeply as they let loose into her mouth, impressively managing to keep up with the flow and downing it all, gulping as they filled her mouth with urine.

Even when all the men wanting to use her as a toilet had been exhausted, Zazi still felt thirsty and went to get more drinks, proper beer this time. The piss might have tasted better but it didn’t give her a buzz. Zazi asked the barman to put the drinks on her tab and that she’d pay next week when her pay came in. But she had said much the same thing too many times in the past for the man to believe her.

“Awww come on, what more d’you want from me Eori?” Zazi slurred, her head lolling at the bar counter top. “Already told’ya, you could use m’arse all you want.”

“Not good enough,” Eori said, shaking his head. “Already got a camp full o’ orcs for that, gonna have to do better.”

Zazi threw up her hands. “What more d’you want?”

The barman folded his thick set arms and hummed in thought. “Tell you what, Senna’s on leave so I’ve been short a barmaid. How about ye take her place for a while to pay off yer debt?”

Zazi nodded, barely even hearing what Eori had said but knowing it meant more beer. “Jus tell me wha’ I’ve gotta do.”

“After duty, you’ll come round ‘ere and serve the men, drink an’ holes both y’hear? And I better not catch ye complainin’ if any o’ the lads rough ye up a bit.”

“I won’t,” Zazi replied, shaking her head side to side. “H’muchs the pay?”

“Pay? Don’t make me laugh lass, ye owe me remember? Yer not getting one copper until your tabs paid off in full, so I’ll be expectin’ a full month o’ work.”

“Fine, fine,” Zazi slurred. “Can I drink while workin’?”

Eori grumbled. “Long as ye can do yer job, why not.”

“Is’settled then. Now get me a drink.”

Eori grumbled again but moved to bring Zazi her drink. “That’s being added to yer debt ye know?”

Zazi nodded as she tilted the stein back and drank.

“Get yer arse over here, I might as well have a go with ye since the lads are done with ye.”

Zazi brought the cup down briefly to speak. “Thought y’said y’had a camp full o’ orcs f’that?”

“And now I’ve got a troll too.”

Zazi shrugged, realizing she didn’t have much of a choice. She moved round to Eori’s side of the bar, pulled down her tight breeches and spread her legs so he could get at her. The barman wasted no time spearing himself into the troll’s arse, getting no more than a grunt from her.

The men might have liked Zazi because she was pretty by their standards, but there was more to it than that. One of the reasons the men liked her so much was thanks to her troll regeneration, she always felt virgin tight no matter what they did to her. The other was that troll biology was a fair bit more robust than humans, her arse wasn’t just a ring of muscle at the entrance, it went all the way through her, making her arse hug them tighter than her pussy ever could. It also meant she had more control of it than most other women, able to grip and squeeze the entire length of the men inside her.

As she drank, she made sure to keep Eori entertained by massaging his cock with her asshole, the undulating muscles doing their best to milk the seed from him far sooner than he expected. Zazi had never actually bothered squeezing and massaging the men inside her, not seeing the point, but she wanted to get on Eori’s good side if she was going to work for him so tried doing something new, hoping he’d enjoy it.

Eori was taken completely by surprise, he knew as well as most men how good Zazi felt, but the way her arse was squeezing every inch of his cock was nothing like he’d ever felt before. It was if her arse was sucking him off almost. He groaned involuntarily at the sudden intense pleasure and felt himself near the edge. This might turn out better than I thought Eori thought. He stayed inside her and simply savored he way she wrapped tightly around his whole length. It was almost enough to get him off with just that. Not wanting to finish too soon, Eori pulled back and took a moment to catch his breath.

“What in the Hells was that lass?” he asked.

“D’ya like it?” Zazi said, turning partly back.

“Hells yes I liked it, why’ve you never done that trick before?”

Zazi shrugged.

“Well you better start doing that all the time with the customers,” Eori said, already thinking about all the coin Zazi’s newly discovered talent would bring.

“My debt gets paid off twice as fast then,” Zazi said shrewdly.

Eori stared at her hard for a few moments before he gave in. “Aye lass, fine, have it yer way.”

Angry at having to give her a ‘raise’ so soon, Eori stabbed himself roughly back into Zazi’s arse again and again, the abusive sodomy calming him. Drawing himself entirely out and spreading her cheeks, Eori enjoyed the messy, wet way her arsehole gaped when it was fucked out after newly healing. Stabbing himself in one again, he gripped his cock by the base and stirred himself around her arsehole, stretching her skin taut this way and that. Zazi ignored the beating her arse took as she downed her drink.

Zazi was on her third cup when she finally heard Eori groan and thrust hard into her, almost lifting her up off her feet. An instant later she felt warmth pour into her arse as he filled her with his seed. That was always her favorite part. It felt much more soothing than the slight stinging that accompanied being buggered. And it was especially better than the constant stirring Eori did with his cock, she had to drink hard to ignore that.

Eori stayed inside her unusually long, his seed continuing to spurt into her.

Zazi by this point was quite an expert on the matter so she knew this was far more than the humans usually filled her with. Maybe he likes me? Zazi thought. Maybe I could use that?

Eventually when Eori finally finished, he drew back breathlessly from Zazi. I guess she’s worth it Eori admitted.

~

The next night, after Zazi had finished her normal duties, she started her first stint as one of the camp’s barmaids. It wasn’t all that different; she spent most of her time servicing the men with her arse, only now she had to bring them drinks too and squeeze them when they stuck it in her.

It turned out Zazi’s trick was proving much more popular with the men than she’d thought, because all of a sudden she barely got a moment where one of the men wasn’t rutting her rear. She still thought this was an improvement since now she got all the drink she wanted, and all she had to do was put in a bit more work for the men in her arse.

Zazi spent the night going from table to table, servicing the men as quickly as she could. She was the first troll woman to join the Iron Wolves and so the men knew comparatively little when it came to her. All they knew was that she seemingly let them get away with anything much like the orcs they had, so assumed she was the same. But they had been quick to learn Zazi was even more accommodating than the orcs and soon began testing their limits with her.

When she first joined up, the **** she endured started off slow. A little catcalling or name calling but soon moved onto slaps on the arse or cheeky fingers slipped inside whenever Zazi walked past. When that failed to get a stern word from her, the men felt more comfortable spitting on her, pulling her hair or slapping her across the face whenever she sucked them off. But things had come so far that now they had begun relieving themselves on Zazi’s face, into her mouth or mixing it in with her beers. When still she failed to stop them, the men finally realized what they had on their hands; a woman with even fewer limits than the orcs.

An orc woman might have let you stick it up her arse any time of the day and do whatever you liked with her rear, but she would tear you a part if you tried to throw her into a dumpster afterward or dared to urinate on them, they had a fierce honor after all. But to the men of the Iron Wolves, it seemed as if Zazi had no self-respect at all. No act was too crude or debased that she refused to suffer through it.

To Zazi though, humiliation or dignity never came into the picture, they were concepts that didn’t even cross her mind. She was a troll and it was simple biology that made her accept her duties, whatever they may be. She was a woman and she understood that came with responsibilities.

Sometimes those duties were uncomfortable though, but they had to be endured in any case. If anything, her duties here with the Iron Wolves and their majority of humans were far less taxing than back home. Rarely did she have men sharing her arse two at a time and if there were, they were thankfully smaller than trolls. They never made her wear those awful accessories her kind did that kept her splayed open. They never tied her to a pole as an offering or tried to trade her body to others. It was quite relaxing being with the Iron Wolves to Zazi’s mind.

~

After a long night, Zazi slumped over at a table, her head resting against her arms. She’d drunk so much she could barely keep her eyes open and was happily drifting towards sleep when one of the last customers came up behind her.

Zazi had long since abandoned undergarments and had on nothing but her barmaids dress that hardly reached her hips so it was trivial for the man to slip inside her battered hole. She’d serviced so many of the mercenaries that by now it was practically muscle memory, something she didn’t even need to concentrate on. The moment a cock was stuffed into her arse she’d start squeezing and clenching with her muscles even if she were half asleep.

Jan satisfied himself with Zazi’s arse as she dozed off, eventually pumping his seed deep into her guts while she snored lightly. It was something of a nightly ritual for Jan and he’d grown terribly fond of the troll that let him get away with anything.

After finishing, Jan pressed a couple fingers into Zazi’s well fucked hole, the digits easily sliding into the bumpy flesh. Jan was in awe of her body; the shocking thing was, even as she slept her arse would suckle at anything that was put inside it and Jan felt her anal muscles grip his fingers tightly, as if they were trying to pull them deeper inside.

Jan pulled out some of the toys he’d made in his workshop from his bag. The first to come out were a quintet of tangerine sized vibrating balls he’d designed. For once my skills prove useful he thought to himself self-deprecatingly. One by one he turned them on and pressed them into Zazi’s **** arse, watching slack jawed as her arse drew them in deeper and deeper without effort on his part, swallowing them all whole. Jan snaked a hand around Zazi’s waist and pressed it against her stomach. He could feel the toys jostling around inside her even through her skin. Jan chuffed at the surprise he was leaving her.

After the last of the balls disappeared inside Zazi, Jan plugged her up with a spectacularly large toy. It was as smooth and soft, but thick around as his wrist and longer than his forearm. It disappeared up Zazi’s arsehole all the same. All he had to do was press the tip in and her hungry hole pulled in and devoured the rest of it. Well, almost all of it. A few inches hung out from her arse, refusing to be pulled in. Jan watched in fascination as her arse struggled to devour those last inches. He saw her arsehole quite literally yawn and clench, trying to pull the rest of the monstrous toy in, but it couldn’t. So he gave her a hand and shoved of the toy in, making the ring of her arse stretch terribly and slip past the flared cone at the base of the toy.

Jan stood back in satisfaction of what he just put the troll through; she was sure to wake up to a surprise. But still, he wasn’t done. Jan had one more degradation planned for his favorite troll. He plucked Zazi up and threw her over his shoulders. Hauling the limp woman through the camp, he brought her to the animal pens and found the pigsty. It wasn’t always the sty, sometimes he threw her into the trash heaps or just out in the middle of a field somewhere, but today it would be the sty.

Having trouble getting her over the fence, he called out to some men nearby and after some quiet words and boisterous laughter, Jan and the man he recruited grabbed Zazi by her ankles and wrists. Swinging her back and forth several times, they tossed her over the fence into the mud of the sty where she rolled once, onto her side. The men left laughing while Zazi snored, soundly asleep and completely unaware of the debased treatment she received at the hands of her companions.

~ Beatrice

The orc women were by far the most numerous of the women in the mercenary group precisely because of their cultural practices, but they weren’t the only ones. They just happened to be the most popular because they were ideal additions to most military groups. Morale shot up while stress and fatigue plummeted the moment a contingent of orc women was added. In fact, there were so many orcs among the company that they’d begun rubbing off on the other women among the mercenaries.

~

“Ungh,” Beatrice groaned at the surprise intrusion. “Could you at least say hi before you do that?” Beatrice said after her companion had speared himself into her arse as she lathered up in the shower.

“What would be the fun in that?” Abe rumbled as the other men joined the rest of the women in the shower equally suddenly.

“I’m no orc, I can actually feel that you know,” the heavily muscled and scarred veteran said. Grunts here and there sounded as each of the women were greeted roughly, but not any screams or yelps. The women were far too hardened for that.

“And yet I never hear you complain,” Abe mused.

As if I’d ever give you the satisfaction Beatrice thought. Abe’s sword was a dangerous thing and it stung fiercely when he surprised her with it, but she made sure never to let that show.

“Because I’m no blushing maid who’ll shed tears over a prick in the arse, but that it doesn’t mean I’m having fun.”

“Well then, I’ll try and be a loving gentleman,” Abe said, doing nothing of the sort and actually speeding up.

Beatrice was never a great beauty and actually rather plain, much like many orc women, but she liked how well loved orc women were despite their looks. And so after joining up with the Iron Wolves, she figured she might try ‘going native’ as they say. It was an easy decision but she kept that from her companions. She didn’t wish for them to know how much she enjoyed the attention she now received from men.

Whereas before, men would hardly notice her, now, many would take her each night. The only downside was that the men were really treating her like an orc, something she had a difficult time adjusting to initially, as rough as they were. It meant they left her pussy frustratingly alone and unattended. She’d prefer if it was her arshole they left alone, but she couldn’t complain since it was still better than the big fat nothing she used to get.

“Mind giving me a rose,” Abe eventually asked.

Beatrice nodded and gritted her teeth. She never liked doing that. Beatrice hooked eight of her fingers into her asshole from both sides and pulled herself open while pushing out at the same time. Her abused flesh flowered out; the ridged, bumpy walls of her rectum blossoming out and prolapsing.

“Cheers,” Abe said happily. The hulking man took that as his cue and stabbed himself inside her fleshy flower, eliciting only a grunt from the stoic woman.

Beatrice wasn’t the only one to get a request for a rose and several other women in the showers opened themselves up, prolapsing themselves for the men to fuck.

One of the newer recruits looked around with wide, fearful eyes as she watched the **** go on.

A veteran was the first to notice the new girl freaking out. “Hey, check out the new blood,” she said. “She looks like she’s about to faint.”

The women and men in the showers swiveled their heads around to find her, and when they did the jeering soon started.

“Awww, what’s a matter little girl, you scared?” one of the women asked. A chorus of cruel laughter followed.

“You owe me 20 crowns. I told you she was too soft to hack it,” said one woman while being harshly split open by a pair of guys.

Having drawn attention towards herself, one of the hulking veterans eyed the new girl with ruinous desire. He was a mountain of a man and threatened to split the rookie in half. The poor girls eyes widened in fear as she beheld the man’s stiffening member.

Beatrice watched the scene unfolding as Abe finished in her abused flesh, spraying his seed inside her. He had pulled away with nary a word of thanks and left her like he’d already forgotten she existed. The rough fun had left her with a red-white mixture of blood and cum trailing from her battered arshole.

As Beatrice saw the new girl quite literally shaking in fear as the mountainous man approached her, she decided she had to step in. She moved in front of Evett, blocking his path. “Leave her alone, you’ll hurt her with that club of yours and then we’ll be a down a man.”

Evett looked over Beatrice’s shoulder. “She looks tough. I bet she could handle it.”

The recruit was actually dumb enough to shake her head, getting a feral smile from Evett.

“I said, leave her alone Evett,” Beatrice repeated. “Find someone else.”

Evett snorted. “You offering? Otherwise, I think I’ll take the new blood.”

Beatrice shrugged. “Fine, why not.”

Evett looked her up and down and noted the red white mix flowing down her inner thigh. “You’re bleedin’ already, why don’t you quit while yer ahead Bee,” he said, using the nickname she’d never liked.

“What, you afraid of a little blood?” Beatrice goaded.

That had baited him in. Evett’s face darkened and he promptly forgot about the recruit. “You asked for it,” he rumbled.

Beatrice looked back at the new girl who gave her a **** look of thanks. She nodded back in reply. Beatrice walked away without another word and hopped up on a table nearby and laid back.

“What are you waiting for?” she said, goading Evett.

The man grumbled and followed after her, along with a few other mercs who wanted to watch Evett lay into Beatrice. Everyone was curious which of the two toughest members of their company would be the first to break.

Beatrice held her legs open invitingly, unafraid of the impending **** that was coming towards her. As Evett approached her, Beatrice thought while she didn’t want the beast to break the new girl, she couldn’t save her every time. So she came up with a plan.

“How about we make this interesting,” Beatrice said smugly. “If you finish before I tap out, you leave the new girl alone, forever.”

Evett stopped and gave her an intrigued look. He slowly processed it and smiled. “And if you tap out first?” he asked.

“Not happening.”

“And if it does?”

Beatrice shrugged. “Then you can wear my arse like a sock any time you want. No rules, no limits for a month. Wear it out for all I care.”

Evett grinned savagely. “Deal,” he said.

Beatrice hoped she could deliver on her own bravado. A month of no rules with Evett was sure to break her ass so thoroughly it’d be all but useless to anyone for a very long time.

Evett approached and lifted Beatrice’s legs up by the ankles, yanking her legs apart further roughly. With the bench low enough that it put her arse at cock level, it was easy to spear himself into the soldier. With one battering thrust, he bottomed out in her with one motion, stretching her dangerously leaving her feel painfully full.

Beatrice took it with barely a grunt. She was used to the men not bothering with foreplay or warm up before shoving it in her arse, and she’d just had a pretty rough session with Abe, but even considering all that, she felt like she was being torn apart when Evett bottomed out in her with one stroke. She felt like she was tearing apart at the seams, but she didn’t let that show.

Evett frowned, clearly unused to the lack of reaction he typically inspired. He soon began rutting into Beatrice with savage thrusts, pounding in using all his weight before pulling back, leaving just the tip still inside to guide himself back in.

But as rough as he was, Beatrice never broke eye contact; she kept her eyes locked on his even as pain lanced through her body as he started tearing her up. To Beatrice, it felt less like sex and more like someone was punching her in the guts with every thrust; but she endured.

Evett fucked the other mercenary mercilessly for so long that a thin stream of blood leaked continuously from Beatrice’s wounded asshole, but still she didn’t relent, and in fact she goaded the other soldier.

“Hmph, you fucked me bloody. Didn’t think you had it in you,” Beatrice said mockingly.

Evett grumbled and redoubled his efforts at breaking the woman. But after more than an hour, it was Evett that gave in first. Grunting savagely the man bottomed out in Beatrice one final time in defeat and unloaded a pent up load into the victorious mercenary.

His seed seared against Beatrice’s torn flesh but instead of hating the pain, she grew proud and satisfied at having won the wager.

Evett pulled back, his cock slimy with a red-white mixture, leaving Beatrice’s asshole a raw wound visible to all and still leaking blood.

“Fine, you win,” Evett grumbled. “I’ll leave the girl alone,” he said sorely.

Beatrice nodded but goaded him further after the victory. “Huh, you done already then? And I was just getting started,” she said rubbing it in.

After looking around and seeing the slack jaws and wide, hungry eyes, Beatrice felt another surge of satisfaction at her performance and couldn’t help but play it up more. She reached back into her asshole with 4 fingers and pulled herself open, ignoring the searing pain that accompanied her touch. Ignoring the wild protests of her body, she prolapsed herself for the second time that day.

“You two, you want a go?” she said, nodding to two others nearby that looked hungry for her.

The men hesitated for a moment, not sure if she was referring to them and shocked that the soldier was inviting further ****.

“Come on, don’t tell me you ladies don’t want to get a little blood on your swords,” Beatrice said.

Seeing what was on offer and hearing the filth that poured from her mouth, the pair she chose quickly stepped up and lifted her up between them where they speared into her together.

As the two men bloodied themselves in her, the girl Beatrice had saved came up to the veteran.

“Thank you so much,” she said in a timid voice.

“Don’t mention it,” Beatrice said, her voice slightly strained.

The girl gulped. “I’ve had men put it back there before, but nothing like this.”

Beatrice snorted. “It ain’t a real arse plowing unless there’s bleeding, girl.” The men sharing her grew more rabid at hearing that.

“W-well, thanks again,” the girl said. “I’ll try and repay you somehow.”

“Mmmm,” Beatrice grunted.

Beatrice didn’t know why she kept up the bravado act but knew it was only getting her in more trouble, but now that she’d started, she couldn’t back down.

Even long after the bet had been won, Beatrice carried on, giving many men the chance to bloody themselves in her arse; most of them took the opportunity just so they could say they’d done it.

It wasn’t all bad, some parts were even fun for Beatrice. She liked the way the new recruits reacted. The farm boys that just joined would pull out and look between their own blood smeared pricks and her own raw, torn hole and smile proudly. She found them cute in their own way.

It was hours before the men had finally finished with her and she had the chance to leave. By then Beatrice stung so badly every tiny motion caused lances of fiery pain to shoot through her arse, though she showed none of that as she sashayed away back to her own tent, not even bothering to clean herself up and wearing the blood stains that trailed from her arshole down her thighs with pride.

~

Beatrice’s performance was so legendary that it became ingrained into the mercenary group. It soon became a hazing ritual that all new recruits had to go through; being blooded in a veterans arse. Only those that could get a veteran to bleed or bled themselves, if they were women were accepted into the fold.