Yet more debauchery

As you slump to the ground, looking up at this mighty orc, your eyes are drawn to the massive shaft that so recently was probing your most intimate parts. Out of the corner of your eyes, you see him gesture to the soldiers around him.

Within moments, you are surrounded by orcs and dark-skinned men. They've all begun to extract their manhoods from their trousers, and as you the hardening members come into your vision you cannot help but marvel at their incredible size, compared not just to you but to every elven man. Once again intrusive thoughts run through your head. Aren't you like a woman compared to them? You certainly share more in common with an elven woman than an orcish man. You're so soft, so small, so weak...

You desperately shake your head, and are startled out of your reverie by rough hands grabbing you, forcing your mouth onto the waiting cocks. Within seconds, you find yourself pulled roughly into a bent standing position, as another penis slides down your buttocks towards your recently excavated hole. Your anus and rectum are tender and sore, their skin torn and muscles stretched. Nevertheless, you are filled with an umistakeable and electrifying pleasure as you feel another huge orc shaft invade your inner sanctum.

The men spit-roasting you slam away with no regard to you. Your moans of pleasure and pain muffled by the cock in your mouth, and ignored regardless. You cycle through involuntary spasming orgams, as your body slowly merges into one throbbing nerve, frayed and overstimulated with pleasure and pain. You barely notice when they blast their cum into you, but you can't ignore what comes next. With sighs of absolute contentment and relaxation, they let loose their urine in your mouth and in your ruined pussy. You feel your stomach stretch further, your belly beginning to visibly stretch. As soon as they pull out they are replaced, and the process begins again.

As the day continues, you find yourself filled more and more completely by a horrifying mixture of cum and piss from both ends. As the mixture begins to physically leak from you as you piss uncontrollably, the men signal and a magician approaches.

"She's reaching natural capacity doc," says an orcish soldier, "Can you plug her up?"

The orcish magician places his hands on you and says a few words. You feel a faint warmth briefly engulf you. As he walks away, you begin to feel incredibly uncomfortable. You have a deep, burning desire to relieve yourself, as you were doing so recently, but try as you might no urine escapes your tiny caged clit. No liquid seeps from your ass either. As your latest batch of lovers begins to deposit their two-stage payloads inside you, you feel the pressure grow dramatically. You're being filled, and you have no way to empty yourself.

"You should thank us, slut!" says one of the men pulling himself out of you, "You need to learn what it's like to have your belly so full."

After what feels like several hours, you find a small reprieve. All the men have emptied themselves in you, and are currently laughing and chatting as they drink and eat. You half kneel, half lie on the ground, your stomach stretched obscenely by their fluids. You are taut and bulbous, and the feeling is indescribable. You are filled with a burning pain and need for any release, but you just can't find it.

As you stare up at the sky, you feel consciousness slip away. The last thing you feel is a group of soldiers grabbing your gravid body and carrying you somewhere.