Chapter 19: Chapter 19

I hear a grunt and then feel a blunt pain as a large object stabs into my slit.

Understanding that one of the orcs has stuck his large penis into me, I’m still surprised “Ow, why does it hurt?” I question with a whine. Not answering me, I feel him pull himself partway out and then thrust even deeper into me. Why does it hurt, it felt good when Chief did it. I don’t like this, but the orc ignores my pained gasps as he starts picking up speed. I hear the orc grunting behind me and the sounds of slapping flesh. The pain of his insertions has dulled the rest of the feelings from my lower half, but I can still feel his nails trying to dig into my tough skin, the pressure intense. I also feel as his hips slap against my butt cheeks, that’s probably where the sound is coming from. Luckily the only thing that hurts is the inside of my slit as he hammers himself deep into it. I vaguely remember my daughters telling me that most frogmen just call it a pussy, but it has a proper name like a penis. I can’t remember what the name is right now so I’ll just call it my pussy. “Ah, stop stabbing my pussy it hurrrts!” I yell at my assailant. I hear a piggy chuckle from behind me, but he smashes his club into me even harder instead, eliciting a small scream from my lips. “Ahhhhhhh!” my scream just eggs him on as I hear an increase in the smacking noises, no longer able to feel the barely noticeable strikes of his hips because of the increasing internal pain. I feel the wide tip of his fleshy spear scrapping my apparently soft inner flesh, the friction only increasing my pain further. In between thoughts of pain I’d only experienced when facing difficult fight, I register that maybe it was the licking that Chief had done. Has his saliva somehow made it more pleasurable to be stabbed by his penis? Then the thought is gone, replaced again by the sounds of an orc squealing in joy behind me and the feeling of being split in two but surviving, repeatedly. My legs wobble and try to give out, but the orc’s strong grip on my waist holds me up, not allowing any relief from the continued intrusions. I feel tears flowing down my face and hear a quiet sobbing, is that me? Probably.

For some reason I don’t think I’m crying because of the pain, but I don’t really have the time to think about it either since I’m constantly interrupted by the feeling of his hot penis pressing against my insides, trying to open me up wider.

Perhaps it’s working because the pain coming from inside me is starting to lessen, is he really going to make the inside of my pussy wider? Just as the pain starts to lessen I hear the slapping stop, I feel his club deep inside me, his hips pressing against my butt, and I hear a loud squeal from him. The next thing I feel is something hot filling my insides, unlike with Chief, I’d rather I didn’t know what it was. But I do know. Unfortunate.

I’m no longer sobbing, but my face is still wet with tears. Maybe it’s over, I’ve been mated with and now they will let me go and let me have the babies. I feel my assailant pulling his penis out of my and I hear a gross sound and feel something slimy start to run down my leg. My legs give out though and my bottom half falls into a kneeling position, unable to sit down fully, with my top half still held in place by the stocks. I let out a few sniffles and try to look around, but I can only see what’s in front of me and a little to the side. I see the net throwing orc leave the building and hear shuffling behind me.

I feel large hands grab me by the waist and they start to lift my butt into the air again. “H-hey, what are you doing?” I try to protest, pretty sure about whats about to happen, since it isn’t the first time. “I-I already mated. Stop it.” I try to yell but it comes out weakly, my mind still confused and frustrated by what just happened, and apparently is going to continue to happen. I remember being told by the frogmen that it can take 6 or more mating sessions to get a woman pregnant… just as I feel another rough object enter into my battered pussy. My new mating partner squeals in delight, not even trying to slowly build up speed. I hear repeated smacking sounds coming from my backside and feel him stretching me over and over again rhythmically. Surprisingly it only stings a little and I don’t get that feeling of friction on my insides. It doesn’t feel good, but it barely hurts at all, maybe the first one’s penis was sharp or something. The sound is slightly different this time to, sounding more like to wet things smacking against each other instead of dry slaps. I’m crying again though, my vision is blurring, it doesn’t hurt though so why do I feel so… helpless? That must be why, because I don’t like it, but I can’t do anything to stop it.

The new orc behind me speeds his thrusting up just like the first one did when I started yelling and crying, maybe they feel bad for me and want to finish it faster. I can’t understand what the orcs around me are saying to each other though, so maybe I’m wrong. Their piggy noises and laughs aren’t inspiring much confidence in my guess. Smack smack smack smack sqeeeaaall I hear from behind me, with the pain less than last time I can feel this one hips slapping against my butt over and over again. I can feel that this one has a flared penis tip, and I can feel as it presses against some previously unfelt parts of my insides. It still doesn’t feel good, but I can feel it more, I don’t know if I’d just prefer the pain, but I don’t know why. This one stops moving much faster than the first and I hear a loud squeal again, and feel something hot shooting inside me. It’s obviously his semen, like the frogmen told me. I don’t want it inside me.

He lets go of me and I hear a floop sound as his club leaves my slit, and I feel the hot liquid start to flow down my legs again. I see him leaving but the next orc doesn’t wait for him to be gone to lift my butt into the air once more, my legs too weak now to even put up a token resistance. He pierces his penis into me and what happened twice now continues once again.

Some time later

I don’t know how long it’s been but it’s starting to get dark outside now.

I don’t know how many orcs have mated with me now but it hasn’t stopped even once, I have seen many of them entering and leaving the tent, but I don’t think all of them have stuck their penises in me, they must be mating with the other women behind me too. I hear their cries sometimes and slapping of flesh that doesn’t match up to the rhythm of my current assailant. I hope they are tough like me, I remember the frogmen couldn’t take this much blunt damage without being hurt. I’m in the front row of stocks and there aren’t any other women in my row, so I can’t see any of them. I’d probably be embarrassed that they can see my naked butt, but I’m too busy not enjoying being mated with, and they hardly get the chance to see me anyways with the constant flow of orcs. I stopped crying some time ago, it was a while after it stopped hurting though. I hear the orc’s squeal of climax from behind me again, so I guess this one is done. I never started liking it, but my body seemed to disagree after the first 10 or so orcs and my body started feeling better and better from it. Traitor.

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I wish I was strong enough to get out, I’d kill every orc I see now or ever again, but I’m not strong enough, I don’t think even at a higher level I had enough strength to just bust out of these stocks. I wonder how many thousands of tiny orcs come out with a spawning. Will they even let me go after just one? I notice now that there isn’t an orc taking the place of the last one and I see him leave the building. Odd. Are they done?

I sit there, stuck in the stocks, my legs beneath my limp body, when I see another orc enter the tent with a crate. He sets the crate down next to me and then I see a bowl with something gross looking in it being forced up to my face. Does it want me to eat it? “I’m not hungry.” I tell the crate lugging orc, he grunts and then I hear him shuffle off, probably offering the other women the same gross bowl. I don’t hear any of them refuse it though, they probably have to eat like the frogmen.

Ding!

Title earned

I hear a chime and see a familiar notification. I have nothing better to do I suppose, I could see how many children I’m going to have with this first spawning of orcs, but for some reason I don’t want to see how much bigger some of the numbers on my sex status menu have gone up. So I focus and check my new title.

Ding!

(Breeding Slave) Equip Bonus: You receive experience for sexual activities while enslaved

You have been captured by a breeder race and forced to make children for them. You grow because of it.

So even stuck here, Flatbox gives me a way to level. “Thank you Flatbox.” I tell it.

 

 

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