“No good – no good, eh, brothers?” spoke the orc, first to her, then querying the cavalcade of adversaries that had dispatched her in record time. A clamor of approving grunts shot through the party around her. A couple of hollers rang out into the otherwise still, quiet forest. “Must make her pay toll!” “We take pay from human meat girl!” In service to the demands of the couple dozen orcs in the party encircling her, the foot on her back was removed and Zahrine was snatched off of the ground by the back of her neck. She had an opportunity to fight back, here. With her hands free as she dangled from the muscled grasp of the orc, she called up a burst of void energy and prepared to accelerate it outwards. If she could clear the field for a moment – or, at least, temporarily render them unable to give chase, she might be able to mount Justice and tear off down the trail. All the magic in the world was of little use when the knotted wooden war club of an orc crashes into the side of one’s only skull. Zahrine’s vision faded out completely for a moment before blurring back into clarity a full second or two later. When it did, she was rubbing noses with the slack-jawed mug of an orc boasting lower fangs that extended up over his bottom lip and halfway up the bridge of his nose on either side of his wide, squat face. She could feel his hot, acrid breath beating down onto her as he growled. When the orc’s guttural evocations bellowed, a spray of spittle escaped his throat and misted her face. “No good, meat!” chortled the orc lifting her, punctuating her humiliating stun with a belly laugh. His derisive laugh was bolstered with a crescendoing chorus from the other orcs around her. Zahrine knew, then, that this particular brute was the chief among the band of ambushers. Being the tactical mastermind that she was after having been swiftly overrun by these pea-brained thugs, she also knew that she was his prisoner now. “You pay toll!” grunted the commanding orc before beginning to pull away parts of her decorated, ornate armor plating. Piece after piece was ripped from her, snapping away the leather straps that bound each half of the clamshell designs. One by one, each layer of her protection was strewn about on the ground until nothing Hardcore was left on her body. Nubile and baring all, Zahrine dangled there helplessly as the eyes of several dozen orcs poured over her – admiring their prize catch of the afternoon. What this ‘toll’ was, she could only make an informed guess at. “Tiny humans only good for one thing, I say!” announced the chief in a remark that seemed more aimed at his men rallied all around him than at Zahrine, the ‘tiny human,’ herself. The incapacitated mage felt herself being lowered toward the ground by the vice wrapped around the back of her neck and was face-to-face with an engorged orcish cock. In contrast with the rest of the chief’s skin, his dick was a deep shade of sage – no doubt from the blood japanese rushing to it in anticipation of making use of what Zahrine was ‘good for’ in his degrading view of humans. The head at the tip of the swollen shaft was a dark shade of purple, and flared out in a ridge of knobs and bumps that resembled warts. A dribbling stream of milky precum oozed from the tip of the pipe aimed at her threateningly. She felt the knobbly cocktip press up against her lips exploratorily, and Zahrine protested with pursed lips and clenched teeth. She had been beaten off her horse like it was easy, but she wasn’t about to slurp on some orc dick because she was easy. Having no patience for Zahrine’s lack of willing participation in being the spoils amateur of their victory, the chief swung his hips to the asian side, and then thrust them back the opposite direction with thundering results. Zahrine felt as though this was the second time she had taken a wood club to the side of her face, except this time it was hot, throbbing, and green. The chief’s cock battered the side of her face like nothing short of a cudgel teens and prompted Zahrine to let loose a spray of slobber from her knocked jaw. Her assailant took advantage of her bashed, slacked orifice by lurching the priestess over to the head of his dick and jamming her mouth full of it. "Well Cyn, I was honest. I have submitted this story twice prior to this time and both times it was posted, it was scrambled, so it resembled "Groundhog Day". “Do it!” She whined, “Just fuck me, I asian don’t care how!” That would make me a bad person. “Derek her pussy and asshole are completely exposed.” My 8" cock was pointing straight upwards as I knelt back down. After a few minutes of thrusting, Jake moved to Chloe’s asshole, and entered it for the first time. This caused him to first fall forward onto her and then slide onto the floor. I was stunned. “You stupid bitch, you dare to speak to me like that?!” Arrrrgh. He was dressed teens in the suit, looking handsome and amateur dangerous. “Why did you japanese even come?” “Well, Dolph and I dated for a short time…. So glad I could share this moment with our new big brother. I reveled in all the pleasure. With a deep breath, I started. When there he let things rest against the Hardcore penetration and adjust to his presence up there. Then I went on my knees, put my head between his thighs and started smelling his skin. Her blue eyes twinkled. "Let's try them out!" Growling I reached out and pinched her nose, her mouth gasping for air leaving the perfect opportunity for me to slip my cock past her silken lips and shove it down her unsuspecting throat. “Unhand me you brute!” she protested. She chastised, using her hands to guide him, walking him in front of her towards her desk.