Some more booty is plundered

Again, a slippery digit opens you from behind. It is withdrawn, then reinserted, bearing additional oil. As it slathers both your external hole, and then more of your insides, you shift uncomfortably and moan incoherently through the fog oppressing your vision.

Once your entrance is thoroughly coated and your insides are sopping wet, the finger pushes in further and begins probing and roughly massaging your anus and rectum. It rubs up and down, sending waves of overwhelming sensation throughout your **** body. It glides over a point, and you quiver and shake, then it doubles back and hammers home on that spot and you collapse completely, only the strong hands of the orcs keeping your position. A strangled cry emits your lips as your body comes to terms with and your brain just barely begins to clue in on the fact that this is a sensation of incredible, overwhelming pleasure.

A second finger is inserted and you moan again, this time in pain as much as pleasure. Despite the lubrication and your current drunken state, two fingers still stretch your tight anus beyond what it ever previously could have imagined. They hold for a moment, then slide slowly in and out a few times as you grow accustomed to the sensation. Then their speed picks up, sometimes pistoning in and out, sometimes rubbing up and down on that special spot inside you, sometimes hammering on it mercilessly.

You let out that strangled cry again, and it turns into a persistent whine. You can't form words, and you don't know what you would want to say. Perhaps it is a blessing that you cannot express your feelings now.

As the orcish fingers **** your insides, you feel rough hands groping your ass and cupping your swollen chest. A hand smacks one of your ass cheeks roughly, and the sound rings out. You jump at the sharp pain, but it is accompanied by another deeper, stronger sensation.

You lay there as waves of pleasure emanate from your asshole. Every gross or subtle movement of the invading fingers releasing new bursts of this unknown feeling. They twist and shove and stretch, every movement feeling so right, so good. You moan more loudly now, and almost involuntarily your free hand begins to move. You reach towards your dangling penis, the tiny thing hard to even find in the confusion. You cannot feel much coming from it, other than the cool air. As your hand gropes to grasp it however, you are intercepted. A large orcish hand grabs your arm and forces it painfully behind your back. A brief moment later your world explodes into pain as another orcish hand rises in a swift and brutal strike at your exposed testicles, slapping them hard against your body.

You double over as much as you can, wretching from the pain. The fingers in your ass do not relent.

"Don't you dare try that again bitch," booms an orcish voice, "That sensation, that form of pleasure is not for you and never will be."

As the pain explodes your brain the last rational part of your mind screams out a damning curse on you and a kind of thanks to the orcs. You almost broke your vows. You almost gave in to pleasure. You almost spilled your seed (presumably). They saved you. They stopped you. Through your self effacement, however, a surging hope rises. They are still dumb beasts, inferior animals. You can overcome them. It is this thought that the ebbs and edges of your conscious mind cling to.

And then you are brought back to the physical present yet again by another finger thrust and another wave of pleasure. It cuts through your pain and almost seems amplified by it, disrupting your tenuous train of thought. The rhythm continues, and the pleasure begins to truly build inside you. The fingers continue to move around, and you feel something welling up deep within your belly. A sort of warm glow, a ball of strange pleasure. It throbs and expands, until you can barely contain it and it threatens to overtake you with a new pleasure, even greater than anything you have experien-

And then the fingers are withdrawn, the ball of pleasures shrinks, and in its wake it leaves a gnawing vacuum. A hunger for more and greater. Without thinking you wiggle your hips, shaking your ass like a bitch in heat before you can stop yourself.

"She wants it boys," you hear an orc say. You think it's the leader, "I'll do the honors, sorry to pull rank on you. Not too sorry though."

"Hahaha, we understand captain. We'd all want to be the first in that little thing. There'll be time enough for us all though"

Barely following their conversation, you half grasp a shard of what they mean and what they plan to do.

Before you can prepare yourself, you feel something frighteningly large and very warm against your ass. It slides to your slick, wet asshole, rests for a moment, and then gently prods. Your hole stands firm. Strong hands grasp your hips from behind, and much more roughly this time the thing behind you slams forward as you are slammed backwards.

The orc's cock slams mercilessly into you, tearing open your asshole and slamming all the way through your rectum and into your guts. As it lights your insides on fire with a splitting pain, it also fills you with overlapping waves of pleasure, and as the head scrapes past that special spot inside of you then rams into your depths you cry out. You explode with pleasure from your ass, washing over you completely and utterly. You explode so profoundly that you do not even notice the extent to it at first. It is a strange sensation, and one you don't recognize. Like urination, but smaller, lighter, briefer, spottier and most importantly somehow even more sterile. You look down between your legs and see an almost translucent liquid drip from your tiny penis. A small pool of it is on the ground. The fluid looks thin, with a sort of patchy whiteness to it.

You just ejaculated. You broke your vows. You disgraced your gods and your people. You've failed as a man and an elf. And all it took was a single thrust of a mighty orc dick.

You begin to sob.

The orc, however, is not finished.