POV Switch: A girl getting

Larell was drifting in and out of consciousness. She had been at the tavern, having ‘fun’ how the others called it. To her, it wasn’t as much fun, just loud and with many annoying people. Ok, there were drinks that could make one forget the whole misery that was this world for a while, but usually, she wasn’t that fond of them either.

This time though, she had one drink too much.

Precisely one. The one that tasted oddly sweet…

Only after she had downed it, she felt that there was something wrong. She felt… sleepy, and yet not tired. Her muscles grew weak, and she had trouble standing. Moldron, Beatrice’s fiancée reached out for her and offered to ‘bring her home’. She wanted to shoo him away, to tell him to leave her alone. But she was far too weak to resist the tall lumberjack.

When his large hands came to rest on her ass and a small smile appeared on his rugged face for but a second, she knew that this was no coincidence.

A few of the men gave her knowing looks and raised their cups towards Moldron, even a few women ‘congratulated’ him in this manner, shooting icy glares at her and making sultry gestures. She had tried to resist, but it was no use as Moldron half guided, half dragged her out of the tavern.

When she came to again, she was lying down with her back on something soft, her arms and legs spread eagle from her body. She tried to move, but she couldn’t. This time it wasn’t due to her weakness, however: She was tied up tightly, she could only move her head. So she looked around.

She was lying on a big bed in a man’s bedroom. Well, mostly a man’s, there were female undergarments strewn about. Looked light Beatrice’s. Probably Moldron’s bedroom then, Larell thought, still oddly calm. Perhaps it was the ****, or perhaps it was just because she had known that something like this would happen sometime and was resigned to her fate.

She heard voices and decided to play **** again. The door creaked as it opened, with two people stepping through before it was shut and locked.

“See?! I told you it would work!” squealed a female voice in delight. Beatrice.

“Eh… I dunno… Are you sure about this?” replied a male voice. Moldron.

“Sure? Of course, I am sure! Just think about it: You just need to fuck her a bit and get her pregnant, then she won’t have another choice but to marry you! Then you can have two wives! Twice as much food, twice as many children, and…” Beatrice’s voice became a sultry whisper “Twice as many tight, wet holes to fill!”

He groaned. His desire was evident.

“But… won’t you be jealous?” he asked, honest concern in his voice.

Larell rolled her eyes behind their closed lids. Seriously?! THAT was his concern?!

“Awwwww… my sweet teddy bear…” cooed Beatrice. “Of course I wont be jealous, I know that you love only me. See, she won’t be your ‘real’ wife, nooo… She'll be *our* little plaything. We’ll enjoy her together, okay?”

“That’s sounds good!” grunted Moldron

“Speaking of our little toy… Open your eyes, Larell. I know you are awake. The **** wasn’t that strong." said Beatrice sultrily, but with an icy undertone.

Larell groaned and opened her eyes.

“Now, that’s better. Who is my good girl? Whoooo is it?” Beatrice cooed happily, petting her hair.

“Well, not you. But maybe your daughter, if Moldron puts one into you today… Don’t worry, he’ll be gentle, I know that you are a virgin… And I also know that you are very, very fertile today…” her voice slowly faded, her hand resting on Larell’s belly.

She knew that Beatrice was right, it was the perfect time of the month for her to get pregnant, and she had just turned 18 a couple of weeks ago… She was as fertile as fresh dirt in the spring. But if Moldron got her pregnant, then she would have to marry him… Polygamy was an ancient tradition in these lands, very rare nowadays, yet not entirely forgotten. And nobody would care that he had **** himself on her, nobody cared for a poor orphan without any family connections.

She never got to know her father. The only luck she ever had in life, if you could even call it that, was that she was already mostly grown up when her mother died. She had been old enough to survive on her own, taking on odd jobs here and there, sleeping in stables and sometimes at the tavern where she worked the tables. Younger orphans weren’t so lucky. Especially girls ended up as cheap sex slaves more often than not. Larell had always tried to stick up for her fellow orphans, or at least offer them kindness whenever she could. One girl she had grown particularly attached to was Lili, a poor little angel that had to watch as bandits killed her family. Larell wondered where she was now…

The sound of clothes being ripped apart drew her back to reality. Larell looked down her body to see that Moldron had torn up the skirt of her dress, exposing her shapely legs, flat stomach, and plain, white panties.

“Hey! Don’t tear up her clothes, she still needs them, or do you want your future wife running around the village naked?!” Beatrice scolded angrily.

“Sorry!” groaned Moldron, raising his hands apologetically.

“No, its my fault, I let you get too turned on… A good fiancée shouldn’t do that… here, let me help you” Beatrice cooed as she dropped to her knees and undid his belt and fly.

Larell swallowed as she saw Moldron's hard cock spring from his pants. As a lumberjack, he was a true bear of a man, and his cock of a size befitting his stature, about 8 inches long and very thick. Beatrice began stroking it with one hand while cupping Moldron's balls with the other, planting a chaste kiss on his cockhead. She licked her way down his shaft and bathed his balls in her saliva, not bothered in the slightest by his pubes. Larell looked away, she didn’t want to watch. Still, she couldn’t help but hear the wet slurping as Beatrice wrapped her lips around Moldron's big, hard cock.

There was a wet ‘plop’ and a frustrated groan from Moldron.

“Oh come on, don’t be sad, if you cum in my mouth you can’t put a baby in her!” Beatrice remarked at Moldron's frustration.

Clothes ruffled, and something soft dropped to the ground. Larell felt the bed bend and looked up with a start, thinking that Moldron had climbed onto the bed to take her.

Instead, a stark-naked Beatrice was crawling over her with a sadistic smile on her face.

“Moldron, I want you too fuck my ass. But you can only fuck my ass, no pussy until we’re married, remember? And you need to cum in her pussy to get her pregnant. So it’s my ass and her pussy, ok?” Beatrice explained to Moldron.

“Yeah, sure!” replied he enthusiastically.

“But before that, I’ll need a nice, long tongue up my ass to get wet and ready. And you’ll do that for me, right Larell?” Beatrice asked rhetorically as she positioned herself on all fours over Larell, her asshole directly in front of Larell’s mouth.

Of course, Larell didn’t want to do it.

“Oh well~ Looks like you need a little encouragement!” chirped Beatrice as she reached for Larell’s panties.

With a strong grip and a swift rip, the panties were torn apart.

“Hey! I thought you said not to destroy her clothes!” complained Moldron.

“Yeah, because she still needs them. She doesn’t need panties though, she won’t be wearing them ever again, if I have anything to say in it~!” Beatrice smirked.

“And you better start licking!” she added directed at Larell.

“Fuck you” said the bound girl, her voice muffled by the butt over her face.

Bound as she was, Larell couldn’t do anything against being stripped and groped. Maybe she would be ****. And maybe she’d even have to bear Moldron’s children. But she certainly wouldn’t eat another girl’s ass!

“Well, this is your fault then,” said Beatrice and shrugged.

Then, she pinched Larell’s clit. Hard.

“Arrrrrgggghhhh!” Larell howled in terrible pain, tears running down her face.

“If you don’t want another one, better use that tongue~” Beatrice chirped as she let go of the tortured clit.

Hesitantly, Larell began licking. It was only a matter of pride really; her nose already told her that Beatrice was clean. And what little of her pride was left certainly wasn’t worth this pain.

“Don’t you think you might be overdoing it a bit with the cruelty?” Moldron asked his fiancée, though he was definitely turned on by the display. Two (mostly) naked girls stacked atop the other, one bound and licking the others ass...

"Mhhhhhhh don’t mhhhh sweat it. She has to learn mhhhh obedience. Now let me suck that mhhhh cock again!” Beatrice moaned.

Moldron didn’t need to be told that twice and soon, the entire room was filled with Beatrice wet slurping sounds and Larell’s soft licks, only occasionally interrupted by grunts of pain when Beatrice found she needed some more ‘motivation’.

When she felt that Moldron would need a break or cum soon, Beatrice let his cock slide out of her mouth and turned around on Larell, so that their tight, wet pussies were pressed together, and she could French kiss the girl that had just tongued her butthole. She didn’t mind the slight taste of ass, the thought of humiliating Larell more than made up for it.

“Remember, my ass, her pussy. Now, fuck me!” Beatrice exclaimed, **** for Moldron's dick.

With a grunt, he **** his cockhead past the rubbery ring of Beatrice anus, wet with both her saliva and Larell’s. She moaned softly. The girl was used to taking it up her butt, she had taken Moldron many times and was well lubed, so there was almost no pain, only pleasure. After a few thrusts, Moldron pulled out and rubbed his cock between their pussies. Disgust overcame Larell: Being **** to take a cock that came straight from another girl’s ass which she had licked just before wasn’t exactly how she imagined her first time.

And yet, there was nothing she could do about it.

Just as Moldron was about to thrust inside her cunt and take her virginity, screams could be heard from outside. At first, there were only a few, mostly female screams of surprise and fear. They were quickly joined by males and children, however, sounding of terror and pain. More worryingly, some of them fell silent quickly and the sound of metal and wood could be heard.

Moldron sighed, reluctantly withdrew his cock and got dressed.

“What are you doing?!” Beatrice asked, distressed at the noises, but also insulted that something seemed to be more important to him than fucking her.

“I need to check that out,” was his simple answer. He unlocked and opened the bedroom door, grabbed his axe, and headed to the front door.

Larell was anxious about what was going on, but she wasn’t nearly as agitated as her captors. Maybe it was because of the ****, or maybe it was because her life as she knew it was over.

The girls couldn’t see what was going on, but they heard the door creak as it opened. Then, they heard Moldron scream, before he fell silent. A wet ‘thump’ could be heard.

Larell couldn’t look down the hall from her bound position, and Beatrice was frozen in fear atop her. Nonetheless, they could hear something rolling down the hall. It was difficult to make out from the girls’ position, but it looked to be small and round, approximately the size of a small melon. Only when it rolled through the hall, they could recognize it.

It was Moldron's severed head.

Beatrice screamed deafeningly. She jumped up from Larell and tried to flee, but there was nowhere to go. Realizing the futility of her endeavour, she tried to close the bedroom door instead. But before she could she was stopped by a monster appearing in the doorframe.

It was a minotaur, a little more than two meters tall, bulging with muscles and utterly naked, safe for its fur, holding Moldron's axe in his right hand. Larell noticed that it didn’t have a dick between its legs, but it didn’t look female either. Beatrice was too shocked to notice.

“Aiiiiiihhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” Beatrice screamed in terror.

The minotaur looked at her and roared so loud, Larell thought her ears would burst. Beatrice’s eyes went wide and then lost all focus as she collapsed onto the ground. The minotaur entered the room fully, careful not to step on the girl on the ground, sniffing the air as if looking for something. Eventually, he picked the **** Beatrice up and slung her over his shoulder, before focusing on the bed.

Larell closed her eyes. She was bound, without a chance to escape. And even if she wasn’t, this monster had killed Moldron, a tall, burly lumberjack, without any difficulty, so she, a small, dainty girl, couldn’t hope to achieve anything against it. She had heard stories of monsters raiding villages, killing the men, and **** the women. Yet, this one didn’t have a cock, so it would probably kill her or eat her. She just hoped that it wouldn’t eat her alive…

It was directly above her now, she could feel flow around her as it sniffed.

Then, she felt a rip on each of her arms, and legs.

But no pain.

Larell opened her eyes. The minotaur had cut apart the roped binding her and reached for her with its other hand. She didn’t put up any resistance, knowing that would have only got her hurt. The monster was surprisingly gentle as it lifted her up and slung her over its shoulder. Not exactly what humans would normally call gentle, but at least it didn’t harm her, though she might get some bruises later.

As the minotaur carried the girls out of the house and through the village, Larell could see more of what had happened. Dozens of minotaurs were all over the place! A few men that had resisted the raid lay dead on the floor, just like the headless corpse of Moldron by the door. A few minotaurs were carrying young women away, a group the monster carrying Larell and Beatrice seemed to join. Hiding behind tipped-over carts, houses and the like were the remaining villagers, too scared to even attempt to rescue the crying and screaming girls from being carried away.

Somewhat surprisingly, not a single child had been killed or wounded…

The minotaurs carried their quarry north, deep into the woods until they reached a river. They entered the stream and most followed it southwest, but a few crossed it and went on ahead. After being carried downstream for quite a while, she saw the troop enter a hidden cave. Beatrice had woken up, but just like the other girls her screams and cries ebbed down and she was now merely sobbing quietly. Larell could see barely anything in the darkness, but when they finally reached a gate, she was sure that they were very, very deep underground. Behind the gate, she was carried through a dimly lit labyrinth. Around her, there were many, many more minotaurs, working on a multitude of tasks.

Finally, she was brought into a large, open hall with a large statue in its middle. Depicted was another minotaur, although much bigger than the ones she had seen so far, about 8m standing, though it was sitting on a stone throne now. It had six crimson eyes with slitted pupils and long, sharp teeth, giving it a slightly demonic appearance. Truly a terrifying thing.

Larell’s eyes went wide as the 'statue' blinked.