Stretched Out Anal Fuckdoll

Xena shakes her ass lewdly to entice the woman behind. Her rectum is full of warm human jizz, but the alchemicaly-induced yearning slowly creeps back in, making her want something solid stretching her out.

She groans when the human starts pushing her fist against her backdoor, stretching it even further than it has yet been.

Xena gasps loudly when the fist pushes past her swollen sphincter, and her head fills with a bliss and maybe even a bit of love for the person fisting her. She's too out of her mind to think rationally about any of it, instead letting herself enjoy the arm going deeper and deeper within her.

"Mmmm... yesss... b-biiIIiig!"

Once the arm is in past the elbow, Xena sees feet approaching in front of her. Her eye slowly look up, following the dark lavish robe. In front of her stands the witch, who is no doubt very pleased with this current outcome.

Stella squats down so it's easier for the orc to look at her, what with her head still locked in a wooden plank down on the mud. A delicate hand brush a sweaty lock of hair away from the orc's face, and then the two women share a look. Their moment is interrupted by a loud indecent moan from Xena; The woman behind her has just found her prostate, and is now directly grabbing and kneading it.

"How do you like your new life, darling?" the witch asks with a pleased smile.

"L-love this... aaaaah... thank you... oooooh" her eyes roll back into her skull as the incessant prostate stimulation coax an orgasm out of her. Her huge dick shoots its load into the puddle of orc and human cum below her crotch.

"Good girl," the witch whispers.

"Yeah, very good girl," the other woman says before spanking Xena's big green ass.

Once the arm exits her guts, Xena feels... a little empty. It is not the burning desire from before, but rather a literal emptiness. Her ass is gaping wide, and she can feel the wind against her guts. But the emptiness isn't killing her anymore; The effects of the witch's potion must have started to rescind.

She takes a deep breath, relaxing herself. She's had a good day; She's ready for a break now.

"They really did a number on her, uh," a man's voice says behind her.

"We could DP her," another man responds, "she'd feel tight this way. Well, tighter."

Xena's eyebrow go up. DP? What's that?

Someone pulls the stock plank up, bringing her up on her knees. "Come on, whore," a redheaded man with a scar on his left cheek orders.

She is led a few feet away from the puddles of body fluids, and then the redhead lays down with his dick out. "Come on, get on."

Xena looks to the witch, who eyes her with great interest. She then brings her attention back to the man on the ground, and carefully steps over him. As she squats over his dick, sperm flows out of her hole and onto his shaft. When she sits down, she can barely feel his manhood. And then the second man comes in.

She feels his hands grabbing her waist, and then his dick pushing against her sphincter.

"Wait, there's already someone in-"

But her words only makes them laugh, and the second man thrusts his dick against his buddy's dick. That's when the realization hits. DP, as in, double penetration.

She moans as they fill her up. Two dicks at the same time feels even better than one, and she's almost angry that they've only started doing this now.

"Enjoying yourself, luv?" The redhead asks, holding his hands up to fondle her breasts.

She nods, making him smile.

She shakes her hips on their dicks, until they both unload inside her. Once they're done, she gets up, feeling the new sperm oozing down her thighs.

At this point, the line of dicks seems to have ended, and a soldier comes in with a heavy steel key. The plank around her neck is unlocked, and she can finally move her hands freely.

"I think she's had enough," the witch says while approaching her.

Xena feels a bit of relief at the idea of taking a break, but she also feels a little saddened. A considerable part of her wants to keep fucking again and again and again, as if being a fuckdoll is what she was born to be.

"I think it's time you take a shower, sweetie." And on that note, the witch grabs her by the hand and leads her away, towards the camp's washrooms.