Minthara's incarceration

Minthara tries to remain conscious, fighting the disorientation from the last sword pommel that split her lip, and took her out of the fight. She blinks in and out of consciousness as the people who freed Sazza, people she thought were allies, strip her of all her belongings, and leave her completely naked and ****.

She weakly tries to fight, but she phases between consciousness and the dark of unconsciousness. She feels her flesh exposed as they pull her armor off and then her clothes. She pointlessly protests, as they take her last article, and then flip her over on her stomach.

She tries to crawl away as she is completely naked, fighting her fresh concussion, panicked, she fights back the dark, and prays for the strength of her goddess...

Nothing.

Instead, she feels hands on her ankles. She hears laughter, and then she feels her legs being pulled apart. She feels the full weight of a body on her back, and she clearly makes out what they whisper in her ear.

"Where is your goddess now?"

She feels pain as a foreign object is **** into her ass and she loses consciousness after the fifth or sixth thrust of one of her attacker’s cocks fucking her in the ass. The last image she has is a human cock being thrust into her face and right before the darkness takes her, she tastes it on her tonsils.

Darkness for days, just brief moments of consciousness and scattered images, and then finally, she regains consciousness completely with cold water being thrown on her face.

"Where?" She shouts, blinking through the waterfalling freezing water that falls over her.

Her eyes do their best to focus on the person who holds the bucket, but she is distracted as she realizes she is in irons, shackled to a stone slab. With every second that passes, she realizes that every part of her is sore, swollen, and raw. Specifically, her mouth, vagina, and ass.

"How long did they violate me for?"

"Uhh, you need to be more specific?"

"The ones who Sazza brought?"

"Oh, they must've been the ones who had you first..."

"What! What do you mean?"

"Your failure was an embarrassment to our cause. So, you have been a source of the absolutes carnal release."

"What...what do you mean...how long have I been ****..."

"You are the depositary for the absolute. I mean, it's perfect, you’re barren, and you have angered everyone you have met. So, you are the recipient of all of their sexual frustration that has had such a positive effect on our forces."

Minthara tries to come to terms with what this person is saying but before she can, she hears footsteps, dozens of feet thunderously echo their approach, and she starts to remember pieces of the last couple weeks.

She remembers first the ones who took her things and violated her. Then she remembers what happened when she was found by the goblins...

Groggily, she tries to sit up, her face swollen and covered in the cum of several males. She blinks and tries to order the goblins that begin to circle her,

"Go, find them, and bring me their heads!"

She watches them look at each other before all looking back at a person just out of sight. She hears the barbaric language of a goblin, and she roughly understands the translation,

"She isn't in charge, she is weak, look at what men did with her. She needs more, when I am done, you show her what a horde can do."

They cheer as they part and their King, the hobgoblin Ragzlin walks toward her, stroking his long, meaty, swollen cock. She can smell it before she is **** to taste it. He grabs her white hair, wrapping it around his hand, and he tugs her toward him.

"Open your mouth Drow, please me like you pleased those imposters, and if you do a good job, I won't let the horde have you."

Minthara engulfs his fat stubby cock, sucking into down her throat, trying to maintain her dominance. As though she chooses this. She reaches out and grabs his ass, pulling him in, and she jams one of her spiderlike fingers into his asshole.

He screeches, tries to pull away, but he prematurely begins to cum down her throat. She ravenously gulps his thick, vile load down, swallowing every drop before realizing him and his pathetically small and shriveling cock.

She looks up, licking her lips, and she speaks in her booming voice,

"Good boy, now go, and bring me the heads of those imposters."

Ragzlin, flustered, glances around, silencing the snickering of his horde with his gaze, trying to keep his deflating confidence. Then, surprisingly, and suddenly, he finds something else.

"No drow, you don't order us anymore...Horde...show her what strength looks like." He laughs as he walks into the encroaching mass of goblins that push past him.

Minthara doesn't have a chance to even speak as countless smaller cocks are shoved in every one of her uncovered holes. She is overrun by goblins. Blinded by jizz from quivering goblin cocks that furiously and quickly jack off on her. Silenced by goblin cock, and choked by goblin load, after load. Her pussy and ass are double and tripled stuffed by countless goblin dick that fight to unload their load before another takes their place, even her belly button is fucked by diminutive goblin dick. She is completely smothered and overwhelmed by the horde. The only thing she recalls is at least it didn't hurt, their only significant impact on her, is the disrespect she endured before losing consciousness again...oh and her distaste for goblin cum.

Minthara snaps back to the present.

"So, the horde had their chance and didn't make an impact."

"What about what happened during your transfer to moonrise? Do you remember that?"

Minthara goes to speak but the unidentified interrogator waves his hand, and she immediately remembers,

Minthara wakes shackled to an iron cage, her hands firmly locked to a ring in the middle of the cage, and she is on all fours. She opens her eyes, and all she can see is flesh, as a stomach smacks into her face. Her mouth is being used by a fellow prisoner. She tries to pull her mouth from the cock that punches the back of her throat. But he holds her head as he throat fucks her. She feels the sting of her raw holes and the loads freshly left inside her and she begins to push cum out of her. Thick ejaculate begins to run out in streams from both of her holes, she grunts, confused how she has been used like this.

But, before she can gather the memory, the one who uses her mouth moans loudly, tearing his cock from her throat, and begins to shoot his hot load over her face. She opens her mouth, trying to catch the liquid because of how parched she is, and when it hits her tongue, she recognizes the taste. Elven, sweet, with the hint of savory game. He is a surface dweller. Her sworn enemy. She snaps out and latches on, sucking his seed down, enjoying the taboo of forbidden fruit. She knows it because she has drunk it so many times before, always right before she kills the elf, and relishes watching the pain of betrayal in their pretty sun seeking eyes.

"Corellons blade, she returns." He falls back, panting.

She sneers, glancing around, trying to take in her situation.

"Sorry for our savagery darling, you must understand, we go to our deaths, and you were very enticing. How could we not enjoy our final moments?" A voice apologetically calls from behind her.

She tries to move, to sit down, to look around but instead she licks out and implies she wants another load in her mouth. Her body moves against her commands. She thrust her ass backwards, falling further to the floor, spreading her holes as though asking to be filled. When she goes to speak, instead of demanding to know what is going on, she says,

"Is that all you have to offer, my how pathetic men you all are, the goblins had bigger and better dicks than you all. Well, you are fucking cowards, who is ne..."

She has just enough control to stop speaking.

From behind her, she hears a deep sigh, and feels the large presence move toward her,

"I really tried to abstain, but you need to learn to shut your fucking mouth."

The cage erupts in raucous cheering.

She is suddenly able to move her head, and her eyes explode wide open, as real fear crawls across her.

A half orc stands up, and slowly walks toward her unbuckling his belt. Through the cloth of his pants, she can see the growing of what she prays is a trapped serpent, it sways like a pendulum, punching its way from side to side. He drops his pants and frees a cock the length and girth comparable to her stolen mace, and he tugs on it as he goes to knees, trying to get it fully erect.

"Allow me." A sweet voice chirps from the crowd.

A Tiefling that Minthara personally tortured, called Nema, reaches for his meat monstrosity, and looks up at him,

"If I do this, will you promise to destroy her secret entrance?" Nema looks at Minthara, hate burns in her eyes.

Minthara let her men take turns on Nema. But promising that after every man who violated her, that it would be the last one, but they never stopped coming, and Minthara would only let them use one hole, and she would heal it completely after every single time so that she would feel the pain as if it was the first time being fucked in the ass.

The half-orc nods. Nema takes him in her mouth and struggles to fit it into her mouth, but she pushes herself, sucking on him. All the while, staring at Minthara, unblinking. She slobbers over it, lovingly, and hastily sucking him hard. She takes her mouth from his cock, whispers arcane words, and an already unimaginably gargantuan cock gets even more colossal. She wipes her saliva off his fist of a cock head, and directs it, aiming it, and placing it on her tight clenched asshole.

Minthara feels a mix of fear, and excitement, her love of pain and the satisfaction that she corrupted Nema, overwhelms her. But she doesn't like to be powerless, and she knows there is someone in control and she needs to...

A surge off agony completely envelopes her as he forces it in her unprepared ass. He doesn't hold back, he hammers it as deep as it can go, and she can feel all of it in her stomach. She tries to enjoy it, but he is uncomfortably big. And it gets worse as she begins to hear herself beg for mercy, which she would never do, and it seems to be fueling his ****. Then she tastes the sweetness of Nema's pussy, her pleading mouth jammed into her wet wonder, and Nema demands for her to eat it. Minthara internally wants this, but her puppeteer makes her fight against it, pleading through the pounding, and suffocation, begging for them to stop.

She feels the foreign sting of tears on her face, but they aren't hers, but she hates this. She would never yield and beg for mercy. She prays for control back, but she remains helpless.

She watches as Nema joyfully sucks off multiple men to near completion before making them cum their loads across her struggling face.

Minthara feels the half orc start to cum, forcing himself deeper than he has been, and as he does, she hears herself painfully cry out, weakly whimpering, but then moaning uncontrollably in ecstasy, having an explosive, world shattering, orgasm as he dumps the biggest load inside her ass.

She feels warm liquid suddenly splash on her back, through the musty sexual medley of scents, a new one, she knows all to well--wafting warmly from the liquid on her back--stands out.

It's blood. The half orcs blood. An arrow has severed his large carotid artery and now, it geysers crimson all over her and Nema. Nema's shrill scream trumpets the start of the chaos to come. The half-orc falls back, already dead, his cum crying still stone solid monstrosity of a cock pops out of Minthara's stretched asshole, comically popping like an uncorked bottle.

The absolute wagon driver screams out:

"We are under attac..."

His screams to state the obvious are squelched by several arrows that litter his chest, he falls off the carriage. The panicked horses dart directionless, and separate from their harness. The caged carriage smashes savagely into the earth and all the prisoners are tossed into the iron. Nema is now on the bottom of the living pile of people. Minthara, flattened on top of her. Nema tries to breathe but before she can try to inhale, Minthara bites down on her throat like a lion bringing down on a gazelle, crushing her windpipe. Nema goes limp.

Minthara, in control of her body and mind, whispers but her words become thunder as she casts a powerful spell...