Hell on earth

Your mind is filled with abstract shapes and shifting colors, and endless sea of wonder. As you gaze out at it, you hear a noise growing louder and louder. At first it is a low murmur, but as it increases in volume it increases in clarity. You can hear voices, but can't make out words. You hear other noises too, as they slowly resolve into wet smacking, slapping and sucking noises. The voices become high pitched moans and deeper expletives. Suddenly, the sounds breaks through entirely, and it fills your mind clearly.

You blink rapidly as you wake up, wracked with pain from a splitting headache. As the world swims into focus, you take in the sights in front of you. Far from your beautiful, abstract dream, this was a filthy, earthly reality. You were in some sort of structure, and it was finally warm. As far as you can see ahead of you and to either side there are devices that resembles stocks or sawhorses; there are many variations, but they share similar themes. Locked inside or secured to these devices are a sea of elven "men", and around them a horde of bestial monsters, violating all their orifices. The smell of sex and bodily fluids permeates the humid air, as the cacophony of fucking merges into a sort of low drone.

You feel a soreness in your wrists, and try to move, only to find your upper body almost entirely immobilized. You are firmly secured within a set of stocks, at both wrists and your neck. Behind the wood, your body juts out, kneeling with your ass pointed into the air. Your back hurts. You realize your stomach is no longer full of fluid, but your body is sore all over. Your ass still burns, and you can feel it spasm periodically. Your breasts are very sore and tender, and feel almost swollen. You can't see them, but they feel different than before.

Among the debauchery around you, you see occasional mages, shamans, priests or some other sort of figures walking along the rows of elves, grabbing them by their delicate faces and plush posteriors, and forcing some sort of concoction into them. Before long, two of the figures reach you, one on either end. The one in front of you looks down, leering.

"Time for your medicine 'princess'," he sneers, "Open wide!"

He grabs your jaw with a strong hand, squeezing and pulling it open, before pouring a foul tasting liquid down your throat. It burns your mouth and throat, and the scent overwhelms your nostrils. Moments later, you feel another hand grope your big ass, then something cold and hard pops past your anal sphincter. You feel fluid pour inside you and your ass begins to burn even more. You can practically feel it extruding mucus from your intestinal walls as the liquid flows up into your guts.

"Let's check on your little tummy now too, hey?" says a voice behind you, as you feel a hand caress your tight elven stomach. The hand stops, in place, and you hear a few orcish words chanted. A moment later, the hand withdraws.

"This one's a true breeder, looks like Golar shot true," says the voice, "You're going to be part of the miracle of life soon, rejoice. Perhaps in time it might come close to making up for your crimes against life."

The figures move on after administering to you, and you continue to kneel against your will. Time passes, but you cannot tell how much. You see the elves around you cry out in pain and pleasure, moaning, sobbing, screaming, and orgasming on their captors giant cocks.

After lying there for who knows how long, you hear a commotion from one end of the structure. Before long, you see the orc that conquered you on the great stage walk into view, flanked by a group of soldiers and a few magicians. He walks slowly toward you, inspecting the carnal display around him.

When the group reaches you, it stops, and the lead orc approaches you. He, leans down to look into your eyes, grinning.

"Hello my little bitch, " he says, "Having a good day?"

You stay silent.

"I suppose I will explain something to you, though you do not deserve even that much," he says.

"I am Golar. I am one of my people's leader, by their consent. We own you. We own each and every one of you. The sooner you understand this, the better. You do not yet have to understand the depth of your crimes and hubris, nor the nature of your punishment, but your life will be better if you accept your position in life. You are bitches. You are worthless **** whores fit only for our pleasure, and if you are lucky you will be vessels for our new life. We have conquered you and shown you your natural place beneath us. Most of you have all but submitted to us, we simply recommend you take that last fateful step."

"So, do you submit?"

You stare up at him defiantly, "I am an elven prince, I will never submit to subelven, subhuman even, scum like you!"

He laughs.

"What sort of elven 'man' squeels and orgasms like a bitch in heat when they take a fat cock in their asspussy?" he says, "And more importantly, what type of elven man can't protect and control his women?"

You look at him, confused. He gestures to a nearby mage, who approaches, unveiling an exquisitely polished mirror. As he pushes it in front of your face, you find your visage melt away, replaced by a vivid scene, clear as day.

In the mirror, you see a large orc, laying back on a plush sofa draped in silks. Before him, completely nude, is an elven woman, her huge breasts pressed against his knees as she sucks his massive cock. The perspective swings around to reveal her face, and you gasp as you watch your beloved Athena enthusiastically pleasuring this beast. Her face is flushed, and she is moaning like a whore just from pleasing him with her mouth. As she pushes herself onto his penis, her breasts press hard against him, her pillowy softness spilling over his lap as she takes him into her throat.

You look up, tears of rage in your eyes.

"This is a trick, a vile orcish lie!" you shout, "No elven woman would willingly submit to an orc, let alone take pleasure in it."

"I assure you, it is no trick," says Golar, "But I suppose you will learn submission the hard way."

"That reminds me, Pulack, it is time for your reward! Defeating one hundred elven warriors in a single battle is no small feat. Now you may show their leader some of your might."

A giant, muscular orc behind Golar steps forward, bowing to him slightly, before moving out of your sight.

"I accept this reward with great respect, Executor," says a voice you can only imagine belongs to Pulack.

You feel strong hands massaging your ass and spreading your legs, then fingers poking at your hole. Being immobilized and effectively blinded to the rear amplifies your fear and all your other sensations, and you almost jump as he begins to digitally penetrate you. As much as you hate it though, his probing fingers stroking your insides immediately fill you with pleasure. He works several more fingers in, exploring and stretching your tight hole. You feel his exquisite touch, and realize your rectum is dripping with fluid, to the extent that it has run down and oozed out of your anus. After finger fucking you for a few minutes, he removes his hand and spreads your juices around the outside of your anus, before leaning forward and forcing his slick fingers into your mouth. You instinctively suckle on them, gulping down your musky ass-juice as you clean him.

A moment later, you feel something different touch your ass. Something truly massive. You feel his penis rub against your bulbous ass cheeks. Its width alone feel as large as one of your thighs, and you have no way of determining its length. He slides back and forth before re-positioning himself with the head against your hole. You feel his manly hands grasp your tiny waist and pull you back towards him at the same time as he begins to push forward.

Slowly and inexorably, his mushroom head forces open your anus. The pain and discomfort is overwhelming, made worse by the glacial pace of his entry. He is making sure you feel every inch.

You groan, feeling nauseous, but your body betrays you as your thus far forgotten clit begins to dribble in its cage. After what feels like several minutes of slow stretching, his head pops into your rectum. The pain is still severe, but the worst of it seems over. He pushes inside you faster now, past your rectum and into your sigmoid colon. He pulls back, painfully catching on your anal sphinter again, before pulling out and repeating his excruciating insertion.

You can't help but notice that the more he hurts and abuses you the more pleasure you feel coursing through your veins.

After pushing very slowly past your opening again, Pulack suddenly slams into you, driving his massive penis deep into your guts. Your stomach explodes into a stabbing pain as you wretch violently, but nothing comes up. He draws back and slams in again, and you explode from your clit and ass, spraying clear fluid from both as your entire digestive system clamps down on his cock.

He is well and truly fucking you, using the parts of your body meant to keep you alive for his own sexual pleasure. Somehow, you are also deriving pleasure from this. He continues to fuck you, driving his giant cock through your ass and into your intestines, your silken entrails coiling around him and sucking on his hot member. Your ass drips fluid as your jaw hangs open, overwhelmed with sensations. Your ass is stretched more than you can ever imagine, and you can feel your asscheeks pressed up hard against his cock on either side. The fleshy globes almost seem to extend your anal canal, giving him precious extra inches of soft, pliant flesh to fuck.

As Golar laughs, he begins to walk away with his entourage. Pulack shows no signs of stopping.

You realize that this might take far longer than you anticipated.