Chapter 5: Into the Abyss
Helena screamed, head shaking, as the orc thrust into her. His hands groped her round breasts for leverage. Furious at having lost the half-demoness traitor, he was determined to make this paladin suffer to compensate for the loss.
The others watched, eagerly waiting their turn, before they had to return her to the rest of the army. Her screams and sobs, and the way she struggled was exceptionally sexy. All of them wanted a chance to enjoy her body as soon as possible.
The first orc threw his head back and groaned as he spurted thick cum into Helena’s pussy. He hadn’t even finished cumming, when he felt himself pulled away by another orc, who quickly replaced the orc cock briefly freed from her cunt. The paladin screamed out, long and loud, as her ordeal continued.
This second orc groaned as his hips pumped against her. His cock poked at her cervix with each thrust. Helena’s screams were the sweetest music to these sadistic males. “AAHHH!! NOOO!!! STOP! PLEASE! PLEASE, NO MORE! PLEASE STOP!! AAAHHH!! UH! UH!! NOOO!!!” Her screams and cries continued into the night.
During their travels, Martin told Shay about his quest to rescue Helena, and return to the safety of Castle Sunfire. Shay watched his face as he spoke of the human named Helena and found herself feeling jealous.
It was near evening when Martin and Shay came across a small fishing village next to a large river. Martin had given Shay his cloak, to cover her nakedness, but being three feet tall, the beautiful, busty, bluish-green scaled kobold disappeared entirely under the cloak. Martin supposed that was for the best. With absolutely clue of her identity, no one could be tempted to try take her.
As they entered the village, they got curious looks from the locals, but nothing hostile. A couple of children pointed at the cloaked figure of Shay, and one called out, “What’s wrong with your child, mister?”
“I am no child!” Shay's kobold pride overrode her sense of preservation. She threw off the cloak and stood to her full three and a quarter foot height, hands on her hips. Her plump, slaced breasts jutted forward. “I am a kobold, descended from dragons!”
Martin slapped his forehead, as the nearby villagers started to react with shock and anger. He stepped in front of his reptilian companion. She was instantly regretting her outburst, and cringed in fear. “Please, good villagers. She is harmless! We merely wish to restock supplies, and find something for her to wear. I give you my word, as a Paladin of Sunfire, that she means none of you any harm.” A small exaggeration, perhaps, calling himself a Paladin, since he had not yet finished his training under Helena before all this started, but the villagers didn’t need to hear that.
“He’s right!” A woman in her twenties spoke. She wore a blacksmith’s apron, and gave disapproving looks towards her fellow villagers, especially the menfolk grabbing makeshift weapons. “Look how frightened the thing is. How can any of you think she is any kind of threat.”
The blacksmith must have been someone of importance, since her words helped to defuse the situation. Several of the villagers lowered their weapons and went about their business.
“Thank you, kind lady,” Martin bowed to her.
She found herself blushing at this display of gentlemanly courtliness.
“My name is Martin, and this is Shay.”
Shay waved shyly and apologetically from behind his back.
“I’m Gallia,” the blacksmith woman said. She gave a warm smile to Shay. “I have a daughter 'bout your size, little one. I’m sure we can find something for you to wear.”
“We are in your debt, Gallia,” Martin said. “Is there any way I can show my gratitude?”
“Oh, I’m sure I can think of something,” Gallia smiled as she eyed the handsome younger man.
The ‘something’, turned out to be chopping and gathering firewood. Gallia had lost her husband to the Olarite forces last year. She had to admit, having a strong, handsome man helping her was something she missed. Her daughter, Mari, was playing with the pretty kobold, and helping her pick out something nice to wear.
Shay was a little annoyed at being treated like a human child, just because she was small. She was clearly a full-grown female, and she made sure to choose a dress that would accentuate her feminine features. In the end, she settled on a short, white dress with a hem that stopped at her upper thigh. Her tail made the dress ride up in the back, making the lacy panties she wore visible from behind. But other than that, she was satisfied with the fit.
Martin almost dropped his axe as she emerged from the back door. Shay was already pretty, but now she looked stunning. The dress was probably fairly loose fit on the skinny, nine-year-old Mari, but Shay’s curves filled it nicely, the top showed ample cleavage, and the hem clung high on her thighs enticingly.
“You look amazing, Shay,” he said.
She found her heart racing and bowed slightly.
“Do you have a place to stay?” Gallia asked. “There's a tavern in town, but why don’t you both stay here the night?” She smiled slightly.
If Martin picked up on the not-so-subtle hints of her seduction, he showed no sign. He merely smiled and nodded. “We would be honoured.”
Helena’s nude body was upright, sandwiched between two men - one human, one orc. The human was in front, with his cock slowly pumping her hairless pussy, while his hands squeezed and pulled apart her shapely arsecheeks. The orc behind was alternating thrusts of his cock in her arse. His hands clutched her full breasts. Her thighs hugged the human's hips to make the coordinated fucking less painful.
The capture group had been raping her for two hours. Human, orc and even hellhound cock had been forced into her cunt and arse. Her body had been twisted into a variety of positions for their evil lust.
Helena took some grim satisfaction in knowing that her irresistible body meant that Tamara had surely escaped. Of course, this was cold comfort, as she felt the two cocks stretching her pussy and arse. She moaned and screamed into the night. Finally, the last pair of rapists deposited their cum deep inside her, and she gave a sobbing cry of despair.
After they released her, she collapsed to the ground, and curled into a ball as cum seeped from her well-used hole to join the splatters of cum on the ground all around her. Then she found her arms being tied behind her back. She was forced to her feet, and marched back towards the Olarite army camp. Her captors constantly squeezed her tits and arse while they walked.
Back at the main camp, the massive demon leader, loomed over Helena, and picked her up with one hand.
“That failure of a half-demon bitch might have escaped, but you will suffer greatly for your part in that,” he growled, as he thumbed her breasts, making her sob in fear.
“This human rape toy must not be allowed to recover her holy powers. She is to have no more than an hour of sleep each night. Feel free to molest this perfect body whenever you want. She will spend the days chained on the cart, so we can rape her all day, even while marching.” He pointed with his other hand, to a flat, wide cart, with two upright poles on it, each with four straps.
Helena shuddered as she imagined her fate. “NO! Please no! I won’t try to escape again, just please, don’t treat me like this… NOAAAAAAHH!!!”
Her protests turned into a long, melodious scream as the demon general positioned his twin cocks between her legs, pushing into her cunt and arse. He held her aloft as he moved her body up and down his cocks. Her large, round breasts bounced, as she screamed and sobbed.
Helena sobbed as she felt the cock in her pussy push past her cervix and fill her womb. The cock in her arse felt like it would tear her apart. Her hair flew as she shook her head side to side, trying to deny the agony the massive demon was inflicting.
The demon roared with victory as his twin cocks pumped his thick cum deep inside her. He growled in satisfaction, as he pulled her off his cocks, and carried her over to cart. She struggled weakly as his cum oozed down her thighs. Then he strapped her, arms and legs spread, between the poles.
In this position, her pussy and arse were easily accessible to any who wanted to climb onto the cart and rape her. Helena’s head dropped, and she sobbed in despair, even as she felt the cart start to move. The cart, pulled by four strong oxen, moved steadily and slowly.
Helena’s head flew back up, and she cried out, “No! Don’t!” as she felt hands on her tits, and a cock pushing between her arsecheeks. She looked down to see orc hands clutching her breasts as the soldier forced his cock into her arse. She screamed into the night. “AAAAAHHHHH!!!”
Continued in Chapter 6
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