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Rhea walked around the seated princess, examining her after what must have been quite a special week for the unfortunate lady. Even from afar she could smell the raw stench of oral sex from her lusty breath, with a tinge of nature probably due to that peculiar diet. While the former HR director still looked roughly the same, maybe slightly bustier here and there in her slutty attire, the way she now behaved and looked around had taken quite a dramatic turn.
The aftermath of her daily activities had indeed made Livia into an utterly erotic oral Goddess: she was currently making a show of her pulpy lips and luscious tongue on an innocent lollipop the Guildmistress had provided her, albeit without any sexual ulterior motive, but Rhea couldn’t help but face-palm at how it turned out. Livia seemed amused at the situation as she sucked on the candy in an explicit manner while staring at Rhea with a sultry look. This rookie sure didn’t know what was going to happen to her later on.
Rhea had quite a hard time but still managed to keep a stony face, making it look like she was only studying her guest for scholarly purposes. She eventually had enough looking from afar, and got closer.
“Can I?”
“Sure.”
She brought her index finger to Livia’s shoulder, touching her skin which, despite its usual shine and softness, at the same time also appeared to be extremely sturdy, like a soft elastic that would never break. Rhea knew the system didn’t lie, but seeing it in action in such a dramatic manner was extremely impressive. Livia has obtained a noticeable boost in durability after just a week of her ‘special diet’; her class was without a shadow of a doubt broken. Who knew what other powers she would get by ‘training’ furthermore?
“Probably has some regen too…”
“Sorry, I couldn’t hear. What did you say?”
The Guildmistress cleared her throat and took a few steps back before returning to her desk.
“So, Livia, you’ve reached level 4 within that first week, which is admirable considering the requirements of your class. You worked well, well done!”
Livia continued licking her lollipop, and even brought a hand to her lower nether regions, which had been utterly neglected since the beginning of her adventure. Rhea remained composed despite her shameful behaviour; she remembered the toll her own class had applied on her psyche in the first few months after getting it, spanning even years. But considering the time limit, that span had to be reduced to a measly month. Level 4 in a week was fine, but the requirements in term of experience were exponential; she would never reach the goal at that rate, they would both die. Hence the need for even harsher measures; Rhea just hoped the woman would forgive her one day for what she was about to inflict upon her.
“Alright, I think you’re ready for the next step.”
Livia immediacy perked up. Rhea was glad that at least elicited her interest, but she had to be sure to properly control her words, otherwise she should ruin the surprise.
“Listen carefully. Your next task will be a rescue mission; you can think of it as an… intense internship?”
“Rescue mission? Who do you think I am, James Bond?”
“I do not get the reference, but anyway. Your time limit will be of three weeks; more than that and I will have to take matters in my own hands, but I believe the risk is well worth it.”
“Wait, wait, you’ve completely lost me. Three weeks for a rescue mission? Risk? What the heck are you talking about Rhea? I’m a slut, a toilet for men, Rhea, not a bloody hero!”
“Well, then you will have to change if you want to survive. Have fun and good luck, [Cross-Breeding Slut-Princess] Livia.”
Livia had been so entranced by her actions and the discussion that she hadn’t realized how sleepy she actually felt. She could now barely move, essentially stuck on her chair. Had she been poisoned? How? She glanced a look at Rhea who was surprisingly smirking at her. That’s when Livia realized she had been tricked.
“The candy! You bloody whore…”
And the world went dark.
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The first thing that hit her was the intense smell, a flagrance of sweat and cultivated raw sex that permeated the air and stuck to her nose. The second one was a sharp pain in her lower region, a rod of meat violently penetrating her, of reasonable size but still painful without lubrication. But the one that really woke her up was the lack of oxygen that immediately triggered her survival instinct.
Becoming aware of the cock in her throat and throwing up on it was a not particularly comfortable way of waking up after a good night of sleep indeed, but the green creatures impaling her both ways didn’t seem to mind as they continued spit-roasting her, as if it were business as usual. The one behind sneered and offered a slap to her butt cheeks in retribution, while the one in front got further excited by her show of weakness and ramped up his ploughing until he came deep in her throat, offering Livia her first serving of breakfast for the day.
While she had become used to handling deep surges during the week, her lack of preparedness combined with the puking mess made her retch violently, bringing tears to her face. Her pretty countenance was caked with green phlegm – the seed tactfully of the same colour as the other liquid; it looked like she had been already been used quite a few times as her throat was sticky and parched.
“Wa-water…”
Her voice was feeble but the creature at the front seemed to have got her point as he grabbed her hair, and with a sneer, started urinating in her mouth; Livia grimaced at the grassy and bestial acrid taste of the liquid, feeling utterly humiliated. The princess was surprisingly still adorned in her slutty costume – it made her practically nude already which probably explained by they didn’t bother removing the accessories.
Livia had tried to black out the actions of the creature behind her from her mind; this strategy got derailed as her lack of reaction only further motivated the beast to be rougher and slap her cheeks, reddening them even more. Her pent-up lust driven by the lack of vaginal action the entire week eventually emerged and she climaxed at the same time as ropes of seed entered her sacred sanctuary.
The intense surge of pleasure from being humiliated by these vulgar monsters made her roll her eyes back; her legs shook violently, and her rear even pointed itself upwards to further accept the cursed breeding, her inner flesh walls delighted in finally receiving the love and girth they had been starving for. She even sprayed her womanly fluids everywhere, all the while her mouth was being Ankara bayan escort used as a toilet receptacle to satiate her thirst.
The princess’ spectacular awakening eventually settled, both creatures satisfied with their business. Having retrieved control of her head, Livia could at last observe the mess of a situation she had been thrown into: she, along many other unfortunate ladies, were in a large underground cavern, barely lit up with primitive torches. The lack of aeration would have made the raw stench of sex unbearable were it not for her nose abstracting it out. It wasn’t without effect though, Livia did feel lighter and more inclined to profane actions than usual; she wouldn’t be surprised if the creatures naturally secreted strong pheromones to control their captives more easily.
Speaking of creatures, while Livia was not particularly into games and fantasy, she was not a full ignorant that couldn’t recognize a goblin at a glance. The beasts were relatively average in height, around a meter and a half; they had their distinctive green skin, and hideous countenance on human standards. Though, one thing that they didn’t say in books nor show on movies, and that Livia had experienced physically, was their surprisingly massive reproductive organs: twenty-five centimetres of beaded pleasure, adorned with massive testicles that were utterly designed to rape and mentally corrupt unwilling pretty human girls, despite their inability to cross-breed.
The cavern was an organized mess despite its tribal design. The captives, Livia included, were mounted on pillories, aligned near a side of the cavern. Not all girls were treated fairly: some of them had drawn the short straw as they were facing the wall and had therefore nothing to view and distract themselves from boredom, at least when they hadn’t the mouth full.
Goblins came when they had recharged or felt like it, enjoyed a human hole for fun or as a reward for a well-done work, and then went back to resume their main activities. None of them seem particularly affected by the screams and howls of despair of their imprisoned captives freshly deflowered by mere beasts. Nor did they bat an eye to the empty stares of the used females who had long resigned to their fate.
Livia observed silently as a goblin approached one of the accustomed captives. She could see her stick her tongue out, wrapping the beast’s gland with her delicate lips, absent-mindedly blowing the green and vulgar staff until she gulped the cursed seed like it were a feeding bottle. It was an understatement to say that this kind of life condition was not what Livia had expected when signing that cursed contract with Rhea. Where the hell did she drop her, and why bloody why?
It looked like enough time had passed for a new wave of lusty green creatures came to assuage their desires on innocent flowers. Livia’s princess-like countenance, freshness and special tightness seemed to be particularly popular as she again had the pleasure of being greeted by green staves all over again. She coughed and retched again as the one in the front was being unnecessarily brutal with her throat, his massive balls slamming on her chin as he gripped her beautiful hair in handles and ploughed through her oral depth.
That oral adventure gave her the opportunity to admire the difference in taste between humans and goblins: while as equally vigorous, the formers had at least the decency of cleaning themselves every so often, whereas the green savages never did. While the creature was delivering nearly a third of a litre of seed in her mouth and throat, Livia hence had the pleasure of tasting the flavour of goblin sweat, goblin semen, and goblin urine that were as old as the goblin itself: an acrid, earthy taste; 1/10, would not recommend.
She again rolled her eyes in revulsion, with some of the sticky seed even coming back out of her nose as she wasn’t used to swallowing such a volume of liquid at once. Having her face in such a mess and not being able to use her hands to clean herself was definitely going to be a pain; the slab of wood with three holes that constituted her primitive pillory did not leave much room. But there was a least one reassuring fact: she wouldn’t be starving to death.
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The cavern did not have any source of light apart from the basic torches spread around the camp – as well the occasional lightshow emitted by cursed captives levelling up – which made it consequently difficult for the slut-princess to measure the time that had passed. The poor girls captured at the same time as her had already lost their voice, either by screaming too much or simply because the roughness of their abused throats.
Livia was also in a terrible shape; her distinct beauty and apparent princess-like countenance and costume made her the target of more goblins than average, and at that point it was hard to say whether her belly was pregnant or just pumped with filthy seed. She wondered what kind of bonus she would get for ingesting all that garbage religiously; poison resistance maybe? It really had a disgusting taste.
Her womanly parts were in pain, but thanks to her high endurance and apparent regeneration she thankfully didn’t seem as damaged and tired as the other captives, which unfortunately only further participated in her misery as more and more green creatures preferred her infinitely tight holes and unyieldingly defiant attitude.
Time flowed as slowly as it could as Livia served an undeserving sexual sentence. She had initial tried to resist thinking too much about her current situation, hoping that Rhea would pop-up from a corner and sign the end of that farce. That naive hope had utterly extinguished when a particularly dumb goblin choose the wrong hole and roughly inserted his entire length in her delicate butt flower.
Livia’s eyes went wide in shock as her muffled screams rippled through the green genital occupying her throat. Seeing the slutty princess finally express a semblance of despair stimulated the rear explorer furthermore as he ploughed through her now formerly virgin hole; the creature couldn’t resist long against the tightest and sexiest hole in the planet as he dumped his filthy seed in her bowels with low growls, accompanying the climax of the deflowered lady.
She had absolutely no control, Livia realized. No control at all, they could strictly do anything to her body, without her consent, and with no hope of release in view.
Her mind turned to despair, slowly, hour by hour, green cock by green cock, filthy seed meal after filthy seed meal. The unstoppable line of contenders and ensuing penetrations and orgasms that were inflicted upon her made it impossible to properly Escort bayan Ankara focus. That raw stench of sex and filthy seed everywhere was punching her mind; these long green staves, deep in her, completing her being, becoming one with the beasts: they loved her, her lips and her cunt and her tits, and not before long, she reciprocally learned to love their cocks.
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A large commotion disrupted the established order, after what must have been days of intense beastly orgy. The sounds of heavy steps and clinking armour resonated within the tunnel’s walls before reaching the ears of the cavern’s occupants, waking them up from their daze. Panicked, they uttered growls of stress, making themselves look busy, for they had a very good reason to do so.
A gargantuan muscular creature entered the cave, of at least four meters in height; while it had a few goblin physical traits like green skin, sharp teeth and pointed ears, its build size was really something else altogether. The colossus of a beast seemed to have returned from some kind of expedition as standard-sized followers behind him were hauling chests, boxes of diverse loot, and unfortunately, new women who were all unconscious; Livia didn’t know if it was a measure to hide the location of their lair, or to simply shut them up.
The creatures unbound their new captives and installed them on new pillories prepared in advance. Livia was already starting to hate these bloody devices after a few days mounted on one: it compelled them into a constant doggy-style posture that was utterly humiliating, their front and rear fully accessible like public toilets for each and every present creature. It also made their breasts hang out in the air; some of the younger goblins would even profit from large-breasted prisoners by drinking milk at the source, as if they were vulgar cows.
The members of the goblin expedition appeared to be the strongest of the tribe. They were bulkier and larger than the average creature – and that was without talking about the giant one who was the obvious chieftain. Despite their fatigue after days of walk, their physical superiority also showed in their raging boners, already spitting precum, most longing eagerly for a good night of rough and tumble play.
Livia always wondered what the tents in the cavern were for, as they seemed unused by the standard workers. She got her answer when each of the bulky goblins went into a separate tent, who appeared to be private quarters for deserving goblins. The moans and screams of pleasure emitted from them seemed to indicate the presence of personal captives for each.
“So we’re treated like tradable commodities? What a joke!”
Livia adopted a defiant look which quickly changed to despair when the giant goblin started approaching the pillories. He had initially been too far away to properly see, but Livia was horrified to discover that his armour was not a static one: the poor remnant of what used to be a beautiful woman was literally impaled on the colossus’ cock, her arms and legs stretched apart by iron chains linked to the beast’s own limbs.
Livia, as well as a few other women who discovered so at the same time as her, couldn’t resist throwing up as they realized this sicko of a beast was using one of them as a live cock-sleeve of an armour. The poor woman, still attached, had red scratches and arrows embedded in quite a few places; she unfortunately did not seem alive anymore, which explained why the giant suddenly unbound the links and discarded the used product. He turned towards the fresh pillories and started eyeing their breasts and their butt cheeks, salivating: it was looking for a replacement.
Sobbing of rage and despair could be hear among the captives as they tried not to bring attention to them; the ones facing the wall couldn’t help but wonder what was happening – some would say they were blessed by their ignorance. The giant goblin was now free of armour, and its sexual arousal was on clear display, parading its lengthy and sizable staff: the sex device was gorged with pleasure, veins and pearls as if it had been designed to break pious women into craving sluts by God himself.
Despite her abhorrent position, Livia couldn’t help but get wet and heated up, blaming her class as she imagined getting ripped apart by the giant cock, receiving its sperm deep in her guts like the deserving cock-sleeve she was fated to become. Her imagination made her extremely sensitive, and when a strong and firm hand grabbed her ass as if it owned her, Livia couldn’t help but release a loud and lewd moan as she climaxed noisily for all to see, staining the floor with her womanly fluids, panting like a bitch. The rest of the captives were staring at her with both disgust at her tactless slutty orgasm, but also apprehension and worry for her considering what she was going to endure from now on.
The giant goblin had been searching for his next armour, feeling butt after butt, comparing breast sizes and countenances, when he stumbled upon a very, very firm one, which further reacted with a slutty moan. His sensible nose caught a whiff of a lewd smell and a blast of pheromones: this immediately signed the end of its rational reasoning, and he went full red eyes as he grabbed the princess by her legs, brutally splitting the pillory in two.
Livia was finally free from her bounds, but the beast was leagues above in terms of raw strength, holding her upside-down like a vulgar toy with his massive arms. Hanging like a piece of meat, her sublime body, sexy breasts and rear were made a public display to all the goblins in the cavern; the giant was clearly proclaiming her as his new toy, which he celebrated by bringing the source of the lewd fluids to his beastly tongue.
Livia had not been a virgin before coming to that world, her beauty had made it trivial to find an attractive member of the opposite sex to alleviate some pent-up stress. But all these relationships had been dramatically short and purposeless, she always felt incomplete in a sense; she constantly wondered why. Coming to this world had been a curse in many ways, obviously, but that said, it didn’t mean she hadn’t discovered something new about herself.
She maybe had thought too much, introspecting her inner-self with overly complex reasoning and analysis. But maybe, just maybe, the thing she was unconsciously starving for was simply a huge cock in her mouth, a huge cock in her ass, and a huge cock in her fucking cunt?
It was in this context that the colossus of a goblin unceremoniously impaled Livia through her mouth, stretching her jaw and throat above human limitations, all the while eagerly eating her juicy cunt with its lengthy Bayan escort Ankara tongue. It was with an unseen brutality that the beast roughly fucked her upper hole like the cook-sleeve she deserved to be.
“Mhhmmhmmmhmhmh!”
Her clogged air pipes did not stop the slutty princess from getting intense surges of pleasure every lick of tongue, while her own was salivating on the massive unwashed staff. Her oesophagus and throat were perfectly aligned as they welcomed the forty centimetres of beast genitalia, with which the beast was poking her stomach via rough back-and-forth.
The giant had a firm hand on her rear as he dove his tongue deep in her tight and fleshy walls, deep-cleaning her luscious cunt while enjoying her irresistibly lewd flavour; the beast was satisfied to hear her muffled screams of pleasure as he poked her cervix and brushed her G point relentlessly. His other hand was firm on the princess’ head, pressing her so far down his staff her pretty face ended-up buried in his massive testicles; with her nose against his scrotum, the slutty girl was blessed with revelling in his beastly balls-musk, which further and further seemed on the verge on a violent release.
“Mmmh! Mhhmhm! Mmmmh! Mmmmhhmh!”
After what must have been two minutes of intense shared oral sex, the giant couldn’t resist the urge and loudly growled as he hastily ejaculated large ropes of strong-smelling seed in the poor woman’s stomach. Her face was pressed deep in the creature’s balls, every pulse she felt through his testicles resulting in a new surge of seed through her abused throat; her inner tightness offered the best of massages for the giant’s cock as she involuntarily milked the smelly content out like a vulgar semen pump.
“Ghugghruul!”
Livia went eye-wide as the influx and volume of semen reached the limits of her stomach; the surplus of liquid, having to go somewhere, seeped back up her throat and painted her entire upper inner walls with sticky and smelly cum on the way back: sprays of seed got roughly ejected from her nostrils and mouth as her taste buds got assaulted with a pungent taste.
The improvised sperm dragon shone golden, the utter humiliation of being treated like a cock-sleeve in such a naughty and public manner going above any threshold of decency she used to maintain. Despite her view full of his balls, impaled in that shameful position, she couldn’t avoid glancing at the pillories from high-up; the captives had clear expressions of intense disgust after seeing her squirming like a bitch under his assault: after all, she seemed to be the happiest she’d ever been despite being brutally raped by such a cocky monster.
Livia was barely conscious at that point. She could almost hear the sneers of the smaller goblins, cheering for their boss to reduce that proud slut-princess to a mere fleshlight for green pricks. The giant goblin, not one to ignore such an enjoyable crowd, answered their enthusiasm by slowly extracting the poor woman from his massive staff, a ton of seed seeping through her lips like a vulgar garden hose.
The contact with the perverted staff was so tight Livia could feel her entire throat getting pulled-out via friction alone, which she prevented by making it even tighter, forcing her to suck the last portions of smelly junk. The suction was such that the goblin was surprised to hear a “Pop!” sound when the hungry slut finally released his gland; he had nearly become worried for his precious Johnson at some point, that she would scratch it off, but not anymore, he was again in full control. The colossus took hold of its new cock-sleeve by her waist, making her threw up some thick light green goo.
“Fuck you, you bloody beast!”
Livia took deep breaths in and out; she had nearly died from that cursed monster. Her appearance was a complete mess: eyes full of tears, her hair and face caked with goblin spunk and stray pubic hair. She had a hard time smelling at all; her own breath had been stained by the repugnant stench of that beast’s seed, her mouth marked as its personal toilet for the foreseeable future. She cast a defying glance at the beast, despite her current position; little did she know that it wouldn’t be satisfied with just her mouth.
The giant goblin admired the treasure of a cock-sleeve that he had in his hands. Her tightness had given him the best sensation he had got in a while, maybe comparable to that time where he anal-fucked a female troll for the fun of it. He could clearly hear her slutty moans as he sucked on her breasts, defiling her furthermore in from the entire audience: for the captives, it gave a taste of the worse that could happen to them; for the goblins, the best. His small nut of a brain eventually got bored and came up with a new idea to impress the gallery.
“No! Put me down, you damned beast! Don’t watch me!”
He turned her around, displaying her incredible cum-stained curves for all to see, before grabbing her by her feet and brutally impaling her cunt, or at least trying to: she was too tight, his cock was only a fourth in.
“Aaaaaah! No, no, no, no! It won’t fit, you bloody idiot!”
Angry that his show didn’t go as planned, the giant goblin immediately started violently fucking her up and down. The experience was brutal and incredibly painful, his girth way above what her womanhood had gotten used to; but, maybe because of her class, or simply because she was a slut beneath all this, she could already glimpse a trace of a massive, massive orgasm building up.
“Oooh! Oooh! Ooooh! Oooh!”
Each harsh waist movement sheathed her further down his enormous cock, bringing lewd moans from the slut in a rhythmic fashion; the cadence was so stable and obscene that the goblins in the cave couldn’t prevent themselves from clapping in rhythm too. Even the captives got scared, not used to so much noise; this nasty degradation of one of them was just too painful to watch.
The symphony of fucks and moans increased more and more rapidly until the giant finally fully got through, all the while delivering a new load of green cum deep in her cunt.
“Oooaaaooommmmmhhhhh!”
Livia rolled back her eyes as she screamed and squirmed in the air, impaled and bred by forty great centimetres of ejaculating green beast cock. She shone in a golden light as her lewd mating face was visible for all to see, a vulgar [Cross-Breeding Slut-Princess] delighted at the idea of becoming the cock-sleeve armour of a vulgar giant monster.
The giant eventually awoke from its massive orgasm, and in a post-nut lucid state, grabbed the metal links to setup its new armour, putting them on before it forgot. Satisfied with his alpha show and display of prominence, the chief goblin walked towards his private tent, the largest in the cavern, equiped with his new shiny armour.
The princess and the goblin were going to spend a lot, lot of fun time together.
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