When Garth says he's a different species he really means it

For the first time you're with a man who has taken the effort to give you foreplay. It's a new experience, even sort of unnatural, but maybe that's what he means by him being a different breed. Normal men don't get you all worked up like you are by the time he presses the enormous tip of his dick against your well-used pussy. Or maybe he means the way his dickhead looks like a cone, starting thin and getting enormously thick.

Garth pauses to point at his penis "First thing to remember. This here is my cock, dick, baby-maker. There's a thousand dirty names for it." Garth then points to your pussy. "That is a cunt. A cock-sleeve, pussy, cum-dump, fuck-hole. Anything dirty the customer wants to name it. If you use dirty words it'll turn on the customers. They like girls who talk dirty about themselves, so play up the dirty whore bit, use a bit of self-derogatory talk."

The words wash over you, barely touching you as all you can think about is the big knob rocking against your slavering cunt. "Fuck meee," you tell him, panting from his warm-up efforts.

Garth pushes forward and you brace yourself on the ground to keep yourself from sliding. "Relax, girl, or I'll never get in," he instructs, and you nod, but he's so thick that you might as well be fucking yourself with your own leg. Between you bracing yourself and pushing back and his forward pressure you feel like you've made some progress.

"Shit, my dickhead's only half-way in. Well, the first time is always the hardest. Next time will be easier."

"We... we're done?" you stare up at him, disappointed.

Garth laughs. "Not even close. We're just gonna have to do this the hard way." He grabs your hips and PULLS.

For a moment your brain can't process what's happening, but then the pain registers and your mouth opens and you let out a wail. Your poor pussy feels like it's rupturing with every bit of forward progress.

"Gotta get all the way in before pulling out again. Cass!" he yells as he forces himself deeper.

"Boss?" Cass asks, popping in.

"Shut her up or someone might think we're killing her."

Cass takes one look at you and grabs the nearest rag, jamming it deep into your mouth. "I don't remember screaming like that."

"You did. It's just that after I pull out and start fucking it gets so good you remember the pain as being a good thing."

"Part of the half-orc thing, huh?'

Garth stops and glares at her. In your pain-filled state you hear the words but can't hang on to them long enough for them to make any sense.

"Do not say that again. As far as everyone is concerned I'm human. If they come after me I'll make sure to gut you first."

"S-sorry. I just meant. I like it. It's... fascinating."

Garth grunts, pushing relentlessly deeper, every bit of forward progress feeling like a small torch is being inserted, the soft sensitive lining seemingly tearing right up the middle.. Your hands flail around uselessly, wanting to stop the torment, but Cass grabs them, pinning them to the ground..

"Bottomed out?" Cass asks, eyes bright, eyeing your whimpering face and the tears streaming from your eyes with a delighted expression.

"Just about. Final push, then I can fuck her proper."

"Damn, her stomach's bulging out from having you in her. Why not just pull out now?"

"Because I want to be balls deep in her before I do."

"Why?"

Garth huffs in annoyance. "So she gets the full treatment. You've seen those tiny quills in my dick. They're angled toward my body like a barbed arrow. They don't do anything as long as I'm going in, but when I pull out they break off inside of her, leaving them embedded in her walls. I want the full length of her fuck channel to feel the effects. Now shut up."

So far Garth's insertion has felt like the walls of your cunt were being stretched to their maximum and then beyond so that the muscles would snap and the soft tissues would tear. Now the strange pointy head of his terrible cock was pressing against the end of your vagina, his dickhead pushing forward relentlessly against the guardian to your womb, making your insides stretch lengthwise instead of just width-wise. The parts already in pain flared to agony from the additional strain. With his hands clamped on your hips with bruising **** he grits his teeth and lunges forward.

Your eyes bulge even more, and Cass presses her hands down on your screaming mouth.

"Shit, I don't remember the last one being so loud."

"I didn't prepare this one as much. I also don't usually go all the way in"

"What? Why?"

Garth shrugs briefly, then pushes in some more. The length of your canal seems to stretch out like a stocking, your cervix retreating fearfully before the pointed tip of his dick until it finally reaches it's limit. Now it felt like your pussy would tear from being overstretched length-wise, instead of just width-wise. But just as it felt like it was as torn as the rest of your canal it was like something popped inside of you, your womb's entrance giving way just enough for him to worm his way forward.

"Just about in all the way," he grunts. "She reminds me of someone I knew. A hill bitch from awhile back. So making her hurt like this isn't a problem for me"

"What'd she do?"

"Never you mind," Garth grunts just as you scream again. Maybe you pas out for an instant. It feels like your womb itself had ripped open, admitting the entire head of Garth's monstrous prick. If you had passed out he must have waited for you to come to as him and Cass stare down at you.

"Now the pain becomes worthwhile," Garth says with a feral grin, and jerks back, pulling his dick out of your dick in one savage motion. Your back arches as it feels like dozens of needles are spearing your insides until at last his dick pops out of your pussy entirely. He barely pauses before slamming his dick back in. He doesn't bother to slip in and out in short thrusts like many of the dozens of men you've been with. He makes every thrust go the entire length of your poor, torn cunt until the head of his massive dick pops again inside your womb. At first it feels like it is one of the hunters of your tribe thrusting the entirety of his muscle-bound arm inside of you, but as he does it more and more the pain somehow becomes mixed with pleasure, your screams of pain becoming more and more passionate, and instead of him pulling you onto his dick you begin to do that yourself, thrusting a little at first, then harder and harder until you wrap your legs around him to try and keep him inside.

Cass watches with eager, jealous eyes, and yanks the gag from your mouth, giving you but a moment to breath in before she plops herself down on your face, her leaking pussy grinding against your lips even as her hands reach down to grab your breasts, giving them a savage twist as she growls, "Lick me!"

Dazed by the conflicting sensations of pain in your breasts and cunt and the heavenly joy that Garth's cock gives you as it slams mercilessly in and out you happily extend your tongue, licking the length of her puffy slit as she kneads your breasts roughly. You've never done anything with girls before, and with your mind in so confused you can only stick out your tongue and haphazardly lick at her.

Annoyed by your paltry efforts Cass grinds around on your face, using your lips, tongue, nose and even chin while her hands savagely squeeze, twist and yank at your breasts, her nails leave long scratches even as her fingers leave dark bruises. Garth just grunts approvingly. "She needs to practice her cunt-licking. We might get a few who want that."

Before long the crescendo of pain and pleasure peaks in a brilliant white light, your pelvis jerking hard toward Garth, burying him balls-deep yet again as your body flails about, held in place only by Garth's prick and Cass's weight atop you. Half-asphixiated by Cass's cunt you fight for every breath as the heavenly feeling grows stronger and stronger, the cries you feebly make into Cass's pussy echoed by her own as she presses so hard on your face it feels like your lips are being bruised. Distantly you hear a roar, and something seems to pound against the end of your womb, the giant dick inside you getting even thicker, increasing the searing pain that so confuses your senses.

"Did she pass out?" Cass gasps.

"Get off her and find out," Garth replies, casually slipping his dick out with a loud slurping sound. Not so much as a drop of cum exits after him.

"Well, she's breathing," Cass confirms.

"That's normal. She'll be semi-conscious for a bit."

"So that's what our pussies look like after you fuck them. She's wide open!" Cass says, looking at the gaping hole between your legs.

"It'll close up. A little. She won't ever be tight again, if at all, but the swelling will make her feel a bit tighter for the Johns."

"It's the barbs, right? Those tiny little quills on your dick?"

"Yeah. I don't normally fuck the new girls that much so she got a lot more of them. And a lot more ****, too. The quills will irritate the lining, which will cause swelling. That'll compensate for her muscles being virtually useless. Something about the quills makes the muscles sort of atrophy or something. As the quills break down inside her they become an aphrodisiac, making her horny as hell all the time. That'll muddle her thinking so that she's focused on getting relief. My sperm'll kill any other species' sperm already inside her or any from her customers. Of course, when it wears off she'll be ultra-fertile, but another dose from me within about three weeks of any pregnancy will flush her out."

"I... didn't know that. Well, some of that."

"I don't normally tell anyone. I guess fucking her up must've made me... happier than normal."

"Cause she reminds you of..."

"Don't even finish that sentence," Garth growls. "Yeah, she reminds me of a bitch I wish I'd been able to kill. Fucking up a hill girl who looks like her would be immensely satisfying. But hill girls eventually get unruly so we need to make some coin from her while we can. You handle the sales. She gets one copper for a blowjob, two for a fuck, and three for anal. You charge them whatever they're willing to pay. Don't turn anyone away unless they want to cause damage to her. Meanwhile, I'll charge her for room to sleep, room to whore, food, and protection. I figure at least fifteen fucks a day to break even. After she's mysteriously robbed a time or two, just before she pays us of course, we'll offer her the option for us to guard her gold for another five fuck's a day. And since by then she'll owe us several days worth we'll charge her a lot of interest on the amount she owes. She'll be doing at least twenty-five guys a night, probably more."

"That's... you must not have liked... Oh, she's waking up. What now?"

"Whatever. Go get her customers. Regular ones, or the ones you didn't want to handle yourself. As long as you a little profit I don't care what she does or how much or little you charge. This is more about **** for me. Besides, I don't expect to be keeping her long anyway so if she's completely used up by the time we dump her in the wilderness somewhere that's better than fine with me. We'll just tell her the capital's in whichever direction has the most monsters."

"I... kind of already stole her stuff. You know, her adventure gear. I put the money in your box already!" Cass adds hurriedly.

Garth grunts. "Good. We can maybe sell it back to her. Or something worse. Maybe there's some whorish looking armor we could sell her."

"Um, is she gonna remember what we've said?"

"Right now she's better than drunk. She can hear, some of the words even make sense, but her brains so messed up it associates pain with pleasure and all she will remember is that it was amazing being fucked so hard and rough like a slab of meat. She won't even feel the pain in her cunt, it'll feel like pleasure to her. Too bad for her most guys will try it, get annoyed with how loose it is, then switch to her mouth or asshole."