Chronicles of Eden - Act XI

by Alexander Gordon

  “Believe me, honey, it’s true,” a witch in dark apparel laughed as she rode another man beside her, the two monsters watching the screaming men with wicked smiles as they hopped atop their morning erections. “I’ve gotten plenty of fresh seeds from harvesting them at dawn. Doesn’t matter what you do to the men the night before, they almost always seem to have pleasant dreams and are ready to go in the morning.”

  “How many kids have you had?” a troll asked beside her, also riding a man who she had gagged with a dark rag. She grunted then laughed as she rode harder atop his lap while he shook his head with muffled screams.

  “I’ve had six daughters,” the witch replied stifling back a moan. “Four of which I’ve gotten from making use of a human’s ‘Morning Wood’ as they call it.”

  “Morning Wood,” another gremlin laughed as she rode a man backwards while fondling his genitals below her. “It sounded so stupid, but you were right. This guy was nearly dripping with pre-cum this morning. I don’t know what he thought was so good in his dreams, but I’m not complaining for the free offering.”

  “Makes me think about how much fun we could have had molesting them more last night,” another troll chimed in while riding a man’s lap while a goblin was doing the same to his face in front of her. “If I had known this guy would have been ready to go this morning regardless of what happened to him the night before I would have spent more time making him eat me out before letting him rest.”

  “He’s really good,” the goblin cackled with bucking hips. “I wanna keep him.”

  “Well you can’t,” the troll scoffed at her. “These meatsacks are going to be passed around to the rest once we take them back. And that reminds me, don’t kill this one while you’re humping his face!”

  “Yeah,” another witch in black clothing and hat chimed in with a dull glance at the goblin while riding a captured man. “They were difficult to get without killing them in the process. If you must fuck his face then don’t snap his neck with your damned thighs this time.”

  “You kill another one and you’re going to pay for diminishing our quota,” an arachne commented from above.

  “Sorry,” the goblin mourned looking down. “I got excited. Didn’t mean to break him.”

  “That on top of the man the ogre killed last night is going to cost us,” one of the trolls on the log mentioned aloud. “For the record, who’s bright idea was it to let the bitch have a go with one of the men?”

  “No shit,” the other troll scoffed. “Ogres almost always kill the men they rape. They either crush the man into dust or suffocate him with their bulbous fat.”

  “We’re down two men,” the gremlin who rode atop one of the men scorned. “Fuck, that’s going to cost us. Just thinking about it is ruining my fun with this one.”

  “Let us have a go with them,” a mite droned while a few others hummed around her. “We want to rape them too.”

  “I didn’t say I wanted to stop,” the gremlin shot back. “You’ll get your turn soon enough.”

  “Almost done here,” a troll spoke up as she raped another man in the orgy. “This one’s probably got some more left in him. If not, oh well. You bug’s don’t need their semen anyway, only your queen does, right?”

  “We want semen still,” a mite hissed with the others doing the same. “It feels good inside.”

  “We’re still hungry too,” another mentioned with a drooling mouth.

  “You’ve already had your breakfast this morning,” one of the witches snapped before moaning as she felt the man releasing inside her. “We still need to get all those supplies we procured back before we get bitched out for taking too long. We’re pushing our luck as it is playing with the men this morning.”

  “It’s worth it,” a troll said before lurching forward as the man below her released his semen into her. “Fuck, that’s it. Let it all out, little man. We’re going to make a beautiful baby together.”

  “We still have a problem of being short two men,” one of the arachne above reminded them. “We’ve only got ten with us now.”

  “We know, we raping them,” a goblin laughed as she and another goblin were riding the lap and face of another man. The monsters cackled and continued defiling the human as he trembled below them in his binds with muffled screams.

  “We can see that,” the other arachne argued as she and her sister watched their companions riding all the men that were still alive. “However we’re supposed to bring back at least fifteen, remember? If we don’t find even more now on our way back we’re going to be punished.”

  “Not to mention these travelers hardly had anything worth taking along with them,” the first arachne added before glancing to the two humans who were no longer living piled aside next to two wagons that were filled with boxes and chests. The horses for the rides were tied to stakes in front of the carts while their saddles had blood stained on them, the wagons and their stallions standing in the sunlight near where the ogre continued sleeping with a gurgling burp.

  “What about the other two parties that are supposed to be meeting up with us?” one of the witches asked before moaning loudly and pressing her hips down atop a bucking man.

  “They should be back sometime today,” a troll standing aside leaning against a tree said while examining her axe. “Velresh’s group was scouting the west for any other humans to steal, and Rachnette’s group was going to go deal with those monster hunters living to the south.”

  “Think they’ll come back alive?” a gremlin asked while grunting and pushing down with her hips atop a trembling human. “The ones that lived there are supposedly very dangerous.”

  “Who cares? All that matters is Velresh’s group finding more shit for us to take back. Here’s hoping they find an extra two men to make up for the ones we lost, or else we’re all in deeper trouble than Rachnette’s party.”

  “At least we got a centaur to bring in,” one of the trolls atop the log spoke up as she glanced back to Kroanette, the monster then chuckling as she saw their prisoner was awake and staring at her with fright. “Well, look who finally decided to wake up.”

  “Good morning,” the other troll said with a wave to the centaur. “Sleep well?”

  “Hey, honey,” a witch called out with a wave. “Want a go with them too? They’re really fresh. Haha!”

  The trolls on the log walked up to Kroanette and eyed her over while holding their rusty axes, the centaur squirming in webbing while fearfully looking around at all the monsters with her.

  “It’s a good thing we caught her,” a troll chuckled before glancing back to the others who were raping all the men. “But still, men are in higher demand than fat centaurs to eat. Even with her being added to our quota we’re still short of what we’re expected to bring in. So again, who was it that gave that fat bitch over there permission to rape one of our men last night?”

  All the monsters said it wasn’t them while those riding atop the men moaned and laughed with enjoyment as they milked their prey. The mites buzzed and shakily skittered around the edge of the orgy field anxiously awaiting their turn while the ogre rolled in her sleep, dropped onto the ground with the tree breaking beside her, and continued to remain blissfully unconscious. Above the clearing the two arachne looked to each other questionably then sighed before turning their eyes over to a lone canopy of webbing that was strung up in the branches of another tree.

  “Who wants to take a bet it was Rolian?” one of them drearily spoke up.

  “Oh for fuck’s sake,” the troll leaning against the tree groaned aloud. “Was she the one who fucked up again?”

  “Why do we even have her with us?” a witch hissed before slapping the man she was riding. “Hey! Try thrusting your hips a bit, I’m doing all the work here!”

  “Because Rachnette left her here with us while she went to kill those hunters,” a gremlin answered before leaning back atop the human she was reverse riding and bouncing atop him with more energy. “I think I understand why she didn�
�t take her with.”

  “She’s absolutely useless!” a troll beside Kroanette shouted while the other marched over to the lone canopy with frustrated growls.

  “Rolian!” she shouted clanking her axe against the tree. “Wake up!”

  “Wha?” a woman’s voice exclaimed before the rustling was heard in the webbing above. An arachne skittered out and promptly dropped down with a scream from the branches, one of her legs managing to snag her web and halt her fall before she would have hit the ground. Hanging upside-down the arachne frantically flailed about with all legs as she turned slightly above the grass, her long hair appearing silky smooth while around her waist was a brown strap with a leather hoop at the side. The arachne screamed and seemed to be in a daze still before freezing, her eyes blinking a few times before seeing the troll next to her glaring with rage at the girl.

  “Um… morning?” Rolian guessed. She blinked then looked up to see a large glass jug dropping out of her canopy, the girl screaming at the sight before making a dramatic lunge to the side to catch it before it could hit the ground. She swung side to side before the irritated troll while holding the jug close as if it were her own daughter, its contents being a dark green brew that splashed about inside with a cork sealing the top while fastened to the neck with string.

  “Oh, Juggy,” Rolian cooed while caressing it. “That was a close one. I thought I lost you. Don’t scare me like that.”

  “Hey!” the troll shouted, with the arachne squeaking then trembling nervously with a weak smile and her free legs curling close to her body.

  “Yes? What is it?”

  “Were you the one who gave permission for the ogre to fuck a man last night?”

  “Oh, you mean Laura?” Rolian said glancing over to the sleeping brute.

  “What?”

  “Laura. That’s her name. She doesn’t like being called just ogre you know. I mean at least I think that’s her name. She tried telling me last night but it was hard to make out with her low voice and all the spit flying at me. Might have been Lauren, maybe Laurenne, but it sure sounded like-” Rolian explained before the troll struck the end of her axe’s handle in her face. The arachne screamed and dropped to the ground before the troll grabbed her by the hair and lifted her fearful gaze up to meet her furious one.

  “Did you let her fuck a man last night?” the troll yelled out.

  “Well… yes,” Rolian shakily admitted. “I mean she was sad you all were playing with them and she couldn’t. I felt so bad for her. She just wanted to try and get a daughter too. What’s wrong with that?”

  “She killed the man while raping him!”

  “Yeah… I didn’t see that coming either.”

  The troll punched her in the face then again, the arachne screaming with legs flailing about as the troll struck her again and again with frustrated shouts.

  “You fucking idiot! That’s why we didn’t give her any men to fuck! We all knew she would kill him, why didn’t you? What the hell is wrong with you, you fucking piece of shit!”

  “I’m sorry!” Rolian wailed before she took another hit to the face, a few of her eyes flinching while one remained shut in pain. The troll grabbed her jug and held it up before Rolian shrieked and quickly grabbed her waist.

  “Don’t throw Juggy! Please! I’m begging you! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’ll be good! I swear it! Please don’t take Juggy from me!”

  “You fucking drunk!” the troll scorned. “This is all you care about, just drinking and drinking all day every day! You’re absolutely useless just like your mother said you were!”

  “Please don’t take Juggy away from me!” Rolian screamed before breaking down into tears. “I love her! Please, please give her back! I’m begging you!”

  “What a hopeless piece of shit,” the troll next to Kroanette scoffed. The centaur watched the arachne crying and shaking her head with pleas for mercy before she quickly looked around in hope of finding a way to escape her dire situation.

  “I can see why her mother didn’t want to bring her along with her group,” one of the arachne above flatly commented.

  “She didn’t even want to bring her with us at all out here,” the other added. “Remember how much she protested that order? Right in front of her daughter no less.”

  “Shut her up already!” a troll called back while raping her victim. “Her screaming is ruining our fun over here!”

  “Just give her back the damned jug,” a witch agreed riding her screaming human. “It will at least shut her up for now. If you break that thing she’s never going to stop bawling.”

  “We’ll deal with her later,” a gremlin hissed while pushing down on the lap of a man that released inside her. “Just shut her up already. We’re trying to have some fun over here.”

  The troll holding Rolian’s jug up scowled down at the crying arachne, the weeping girl weakly reaching up for the container while whimpering with tears falling from all her eyes.

  “I’ll be good,” she sniveled. “I promise. I won’t do anything unless you tell me to. Just please don’t take Juggy from me.”

  “You’re pathetic,” the troll hissed before shoving the jug against the arachne’s chest. Rolian promptly hugged it close while curling into a ball on the ground, her body shaking while she whimpered with eyes shut tight. The troll shook her head in disgust before walking over to the orgy field and striking her axe into a log.

  “One of you hurry up, I need a good fuck this morning to make me forget about the horrible mistake Rachnette left us with!”

  “I’m good now,” a witch said as she stood up with a sigh. Semen dripped down her thighs onto the lap of the human that was gasping and struggling to move his arms, the witch giggling with a lustful grin down at the man while stretching her legs a bit. She walked aside while summoning into her hand a curled wand with a dark blue gemstone adorning the end while the troll came over and mounted the man who resumed screaming and shaking his head.

  “Shut up!” the troll yelled slapping him. “And you’d better get me pregnant, I’m in a horrible mood as it is and I don’t want to be disappointed with your offering this morning!”

  The witch walked over to the side of the clearing and straightened out her skirt before glancing over to Rolian with a harsh leer.

  “Hey, Rolian!” she yelled, with the arachne hopping with a squeak and peeking at her from her ball. “My underwear. Do you mind?”

  Rolian quickly scrambled onto her feet and skittered over next to where the witch was standing, fearfully nodding at her while holding her jug close before reaching down and picking up a pair of black panties from the grass and handing it to her. The witch snatched them with a scoff and put them on before walking past the arachne who kept her head lowered, the little monster smirking and sharply flicking her wand that caused Rolian to be thrown forward by a magic burst into a roll before crashing into the log next to Kroanette. The monsters all laughed as Rolian whined and slowly sat up, the girl rubbing her head with a flinch before her jug was taken by a troll and held up in the air.

  “Juggy!” she cried while trying to reach up for it. The troll tossed it over to another who caught it, the two playing keep-away as Rolian quickly skittered back and forth between them trying to get it back.

  “Please don’t break her!” Rolian cried out. “Please!”

  “It’s just a stupid jug of rum!” a troll shouted at her.

  “Reach for it!” the other laughed as they tossed the container over the arachne again and again. “Come on, bitch! Jump! Haha!”

  “Please give her back!” Rolian whined while hastily skittering about. After another turn she tripped over her legs and dropped onto her face, with the monsters around laughing at her while Kroanette merely watched the crying arachne before her curiously.

  “Crying over this,” a troll scorned while waving the jug in front of her. She popped open the cork and drank from it before spitting onto Rolian, the spider whining and covering her face as the troll spat out the tast
e. “It tastes like ogre piss! What’s so precious about this shit?”

  She shook her head at the trembling arachne before tossing the container aside, a horrified gasp being made by Rolian before she dramatically lunged over and caught it before it hit the ground. The trolls laughed and walked by, with one of them smacking her axe against Rolian’s spidery leg. The arachne screamed and curled into a ball while holding her aching leg close to her body, her other arm cradling the jug next to her that spilled some of its drink onto the grass.

  “What a disgrace to our kind,” an arachne above scowled before the two spiders turned their backs to Rolian and watched the orgy below them.

  “I’m sorry,” Rolian whimpered. “I’m sorry I messed up again.”

  “Shut up!” a troll shouted, quickly snatching up a rock and throwing at the arachne’s head. The swift crack it gave made the monsters laugh again while Rolian held in her scream with gritted teeth. The witch who stood next to the field shook her head at the spider then walked over to the wagons with a flick of her wand, summoning large twisting roots of dark wood to emerge next to one and allow her to walk up to inspect the contents. The mites continued jittering about near the field while dully asking for their turns next and the ogre snorted in her sleep, scratched her ass, and continued to dream while soaking the ground under her head with drool.

  Rolian slowly sat up on her abdomen and rubbed her head before seeing Kroanette watching her. The arachne glanced away while wiping some blood from her nose then held up the jug to take several large gulps from it. After doing so she cradled the container close to her chest while flinching as a few of her eyes tried blinking.

  “I hate being here,” she quietly whimpered. “I don’t like these monsters at all.”

  Kroanette softly murmured in her gag, getting the arachne’s attention. The centaur glanced over to see the other monsters watching the orgy then looked at Rolian while trying to say something. Rolian slowly moved her head to see that nobody was paying attention to them then turned her eyes back to Kroanette while remaining silent. Again Kroanette tried to speak to her with pleading eyes.