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Karen: HP = 47, PP = 70, EP = 31, Status = Fine (?).
Somewhere, it had all gone downhill again. The others... Were their others? It might have all been part of some fevered dream. Regardless, she was alone then. Alone as she often was when the orcs of Gods-Reach sought to take their toll. And this one had a mighty fee to extract.
The blonde Crolian, naked again, was tossed onto the table, causing plates, dinnerware, cups, and the foods and liquids they contained to clatter to the cold stone floor. She was manhandled until she was face down on the table. The fight she had been through had fatigued her; Karen couldn't fight him, even if she wanted to.
His meaty hands grabbed her firm asscheeks and spread them, exposing her tight pucker, exposing the prize he would take. "Nobody ever realizes that easy way or hard way, it's still happening. And if I have to stretch some bitch's ass to teach them a lesson... Well, we've all got our burdens to bear, heh, heh." The orc fumbled around his belt, but his pants didn't drop yet. He produced a container of viscous liquid, which he spread onto his fingers before forcing the digits into her ass. He leaned low, so that his mouth was close to her ear before adding; "Lucky for you, I'm not about breaking other people's property."
While his lack of gentleness didn't exactly make it a comfortable penetration, it wasn't the first time the beastmen had ever shown an interest in all of Karen's body, which was really the only thing keeping the experience from being painful. The leader of the group that she had just slain the majority of took his vengeance by toying with her body. His free hand perched on the back of her head, making her unable turn or move it enough to see what he was doing; she could only feel him fingering her. He pistoned her hole with little concern for her joy, slowly accommodating her for a larger insertion. One finger became two, two finally became three, and her body slowly accommodated to each, so much so that each became pleasurable in its own right after a time, but that was when it stopped.
Without warning, the bestial man leaned back. Karen could hear him fumble with his belt again. She could hear his pants slide to his ankles. The lean woman could even hear the noises caused by him smearing the lubricant across his cock. But when it came time for the main event, she felt it. It was the most girth she had ever felt, save for with her 'true' master. It pressed between her cheeks and she could feel the warmth beneath the slimy sheen that had readied it for her tight hole. The head pressed past her sphincter slowly. Inch after inch of orc meat pressed into her ass after that, until he had bottomed out in her. It turned out to be the second longest she had ever felt, as well.
He repositioned, placing one hand on her either shoulder and leaning on her, pinning the short, athletic girl beneath his stocky, powerful frame as he began to saw her tight hole with his length. He started slowly, relishing the feeling of her anus clamped around him, squeezing his shaft. At first, he removed no more than an inch before making his return stroke. But, as with the fingering she had received, that changed. It wasn't long before it was two inches, then three, and within ten minutes of the insertion he was hammering the blonde. But it hadn't even taken that long before the discomfort began to give way to pleasure for Karen.
And whether or not the captured woman was enjoying herself didn't seem a detail the beastman was overly much concerned by. He began to slam his hips into hers, taking his own fun from her body. A lewd chorus of slapping flesh and sloshing lubricant filled the room. His balls slapped teasingly against the blonde's pussy as he slammed her. He didn't even pay any heed to the bodies of his own men or what the servants were doing as he raped her asshole on the grand dining table. His stamina was unlike anything Karen had met with before, either; no matter how intensely he gave it to her, he showed no signs of slowing down.
Perhaps it was his steady and unwavering pace, or maybe it was because her body had simply learned to enjoy such things in captivity, whatever the case, she eventually came from the assault. The spasming of her muscles only drove the beast on, as he continued to rut the woman. It went on for another few hours, at least, with him grunting and snarling in her ear. Only she could say how many times she reached her peak after that, it wasn't a detail he bothered to track.
The only thing that alerted the dazed woman to the end of her assault was a primal roar from behind her. He wrenched her hair back with one hand, forcing her head up from table in doing so, keeping her shoulder pinned with the other, as he roared his satisfaction to the otherwise empty room. One last thrust buried him in Karen's ass, and he released wave after wave of his seed in her rectum. That, too, felt like it would never stop, as every time she thought it was over she could feel another twitch and spurt, until she began to feel slightly bloated.
It was only when the last of his cum had been deposited in her backside that he pulled out with a 'shlurp'. He leaned in and whispered. "It's been a while since I've had ass like that. It's a shame I can't such a pretty little thing like you around. Oh well, I'm sure your owners will be glad to have such a talented little thing back. In a week or so, when I return you, that is." With that, he let go of her hair and allowed her head to fall freely onto the table. Laying there with a mixture of lubricant and semen dripping from her rear, forehead resting on the table, she finally blacked out to the mocking laughter of the orc as he pulled up his pants and walked away.
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After a week of abuse, the blonde was finally deposited in near the area that her master had claimed for himself. She was left to walk the last so many feet alone, the tattered clothes she had left in considerably more tattered. When she arrived in front of the orcish guards who served her master, they were not sympathetic faces.
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She was brought in front of Dolbog. That day he was all serious, all business. None of his harem attended him and he wore proper armor and weapons. "You return," he said, not entirely pleased with the fact. "Surely you did not fail me and return. There must be more to this story. You're such a valuable asset, and I favored you such that I hoped to make you part of my harem. There must be an explanation you can give me," he tapped his chair with his forefinger as he patiently waited. There was a mocking edge to his voice, like there so often was when Dolbog dealt with a slave that he believed to be broken. Perhaps the biggest question was, had Karen been able to retain that scrap of her unbroken self after a week of treatments at the hands of the orc whose home she had invaded?