The orc stared straight ahead.
Oslo’s lip curled but he squashed the anger easily. “No matter,” he said with a negligent wave.
Mina swallowed thickly as Jasmina peeled away Ghostheart’s loincloth, baring his thick, ribbed cock. The woman cooed with delight, licking her painted lips eagerly as she grasped the thick slab or orcish manhood. Ghostheart’s expression remained blank, but his cock hardened in the woman’s grasp, eliciting a pleased rumble from the audience.
“Big, isn’t it?” Oslo said.
“Surprised you didn’t castrate the brute,” Palov said.
Oslo laughed. “Only you’re fool enough to do that Palov. Besides, it’s easier to control them if their cocks are still intact. Isn’t that right Jasmina?”
“Oh yes,” the whore moaned, rubbing her cheek against the orc’s thick cock, her tongue sliding up, catching on the ribbed flares along his shaft. She cupped Ghostheart’s balls, rolling the heavy orbs in her fingers. “So virile. A huntress would pay you to drain his seed, my lord.”
Mina flinched as Oslo and the other owners laughed, yet she couldn’t look away from the debauched scene taking shape before her. Her breathing deepened, chest rising and falling heavily as the painted whore lathed the orc’s cock with her tongue until it shone, twitching with a hunger to take the woman before him. Mina felt her cheeks warm as the orc glanced at her, pinning her with those dark eyes. Yet though he was harder than steel, Mina didn’t see that flicker of life in his dark eyes. That sign she recalled from when she jerked him off in the dark bowels of the arena’s dungeon. She tried to focus on anything else in the room, yet the depraved scene continued to pull her gaze. The sight of the shapely whore sliding her soft lips up and down the orc’s ribbed cock, her moans of pleasure as she took him. Mina swallowed thickly, crossing her legs and tightening into herself as Jasmina serviced the orc.
Oslo watched with amusement, fingering his golden necklace. “Stop!” he suddenly shouted.
Jasmina gasped, pulling off the orc’s shaft. Ghostheart grunted softly.
“Your victory, Ghostheart, deserves far more than just some whore’s mouth. Go on. Take the rest of her.”
Ghostheart glanced down indifferently at Jasmina as the painted woman lay back on the floor. Her dark lashes fluttered with beckoning lust as she parted her legs. Mina noted that the whirling designs painted on her skin centered around the thick lips of her cunt, made even more obvious as Jasmina reached down and parted her lower lips invitingly.
“Come, orc, take your reward,” she breathed.
“Yeah, hurry up!” Palov shouted.
The cry was taken up by the others in the chairs. Hoots and shouts, some half rising from their seats, faces flushed, lips pulled back over their teeth. Mina stared at the honoured owners of the gladiators, their faces harsh with the sort of eager excitement she’d only ever seen on the men attending the arena as they watched the orcs slaughter each other.
Ghostheart simply stood there, looking at them with indifference. Ignoring the shouts and the woman displaying herself on the floor. At last, Oslo snapped his fingers.
“Take her, orc.”
His collar flared red. Mina’s heart clenched as she watched Ghostheart comply, moving to his knees. Jasmina watched, her breath coming in short gasps as Ghostheart grabbed her hips and lifted her ass off the floor. He aligned his spit slicked cock with her gaping cunt, and thrust.
“Oooooh!” Jasmina moaned, throwing back her head as inch after inch of his manhood vanished into her hungry cunt. “Mnnnn!”
“Do you like it, whore?” Mina’s mother asked. Theresa Gloveless smiled in lazy amusement. “Do you enjoy the orc’s cock in you?”
“Yesssss!” Jasmina screamed as the orc began to savagely thrust into her. “Ooooh yessss!”
Oslo laughed, as did the other men attending as Ghostheart began to brutally thrust, fucking the painted woman with a steady pounding. She gasped, moaning, twisting atop his cock, her lower lips sucking at the ridges of the orc’s shaft as he pulled out and pushed back in.
Mina stared, her head feeling light, spinning as she watched the debauched scene with something like horror, and something utterly different from it. She could see every buck of Jasmina’s hips, how her body rolled to thrust herself again onto the orc’s cock, gone the hesitation she’d had when she first touched the brute. Her face was radiant with ecstasy, her mouth parted. Sweat gleamed like diamonds, streaking the savage whorls of paint all over her body.
Ghostheart towered over her. His every thrust sent a shock through the woman beneath him, making her arch, gasp, her back lifting off the floor, her breasts rising to the air, nipples quivering at their peaks.
“Play with her breasts!” one man shouted from the crowd.
“Nah! Kiss her! Come on! Kiss the whore!”
Oslo laughed cruelly as they watched the slave fuck the whore. “Look at her!” he shouted, jerking his drink at the scene. “Only a slut would enjoy being fucked by a monster! Is it any wonder the huntresses like to breed with the brutes?”
Mina pulled her legs against her chest, wrapping her arms around them and pressing them against her breasts. She bit her lip as she felt her nipples push against her bra and the fine fabric of her gown.
She nearly jumped out of her skin when her mother touched her shoulder. “Don’t worry, dear,” Theresa said with amusement. “We’ll pay the whore well after this.”
Mina tore her eyes with a shudder of revulsion from her mother, fixing them once more on the scene before her.
“Yes!” Jasmina screamed, bucking beneath the orc, her breasts swinging as his cock plunged in and out of her pussy. “Yes! Fuck me! Ah! Ahn! Mnnnn! Yessss!”
Ghostheart grunted, pumping into the young woman. Jasmina screamed, her legs tightening around the orc’s waist as she came. The men and women in the room laughed as the whore sagged atop the orc’s broad lap, her hips twitching faintly with aftershocks of pleasure.
“Don’t cum in her cunt,” Oslo said, sipping his drink with a smirk. “Take her ass now.”
Ghostheart grunted, grabbing the startled woman and turning her about. Mina swallowed as the orc pulled his cock free, leaving the woman’s cunt gaping slightly. He grasped her ass, parting the soft cheeks, and pushed forward.
Jasmina screamed, a sound of pain that quickly morphed to a shuddering moan of pleasure as Ghostheart began to thrust his ribbed grey shaft into her again. She pawed at the ground, thighs quivering with a heavy need to cum. Her breath huffing from her as she struggled to adjust to this new sensation.
“Is it good, whore?” Oslo asked intently. “Does it feel good to have the orc fuck your ass?”
“Yesssss!” Jasmina wailed, a sound that raced down Mina’s spine like an electric shock. “So… ah… gooood!”
Oso laughed. “Good! Then you have permission to cum in her, Ghostheart. Not as good as her cunt, I’m sure. But something!”
Ghostheart grunted. His massive frame twitched with every heavy thrust into her. The orc let out a heavy roar as his buried his shaft within her. The sound of it went right to Mina’s core. She shuddered as Jasmina screamed with ecstasy, her painted frame shuddering as the orc’s hot cum pumped into her ass.
Grunting, Ghostheart unsheathed his cock from the whore, leaving her lying spent on the floor, her breasts heaving and his thick cum drooling from her gaping backdoor.
Oslo roared with laughter. “Look at her!” he cried with amusement. “Think of how often those huntresses must have to take their pets before they manage to even stand afterwards!”
Theresa laughed with her husband. Mina felt sick.
Oslo snapped his fingers, the collar around Ghostheart’s neck pulsing with its ill red light. “Now, slave. Back to your cell. Gentlemen!” he cried, turning towards the other owners. “A toast to a triumph! And to our lovely guests for their show!”
Cheers met his shout as Ghostheart moved stiffly out of the room. Mina watched him go, her throat tight with sh
ame.
Discoveries
Mina held the plate uncertainly as she descended into the cells of the family manor. Beneath the platter was a number of steaming meats and heavy foods. The sorts she thought Ghostheart might like. But what kind of an apology was that for what he had gone through during the party two nights past? She felt a flush deepen with shame when she recalled her father’s drunken boasts, the caustic laughter of their ‘friends’ as they watched the orc be humiliated, bound by the glow of his collar as he rutted the painted whore beneath him.
The shame she felt for witnessing it was acute. As was her eagerness to apologize to the gladiator. But how exactly to do that, she wasn’t sure. For the two days since she’d witnessed the scene she’d bandied about ideas with little real success. She sighed as she stopped before the heavy door that led to the gladiator’s cells. Carefully balancing the dish in one hand, she pressed the other to the inlaid wood. The silver worked in the door crackled as the spell accepted her and the door swung open. As ever, the smell of suffering and filth met her nose. But a new sound as well.
“Yes! Ghostheart!”
Mina froze, jaw dropping at the voice of her mother lifted in a cry of delight. She hesitated on the threshold, but curiosity drew her inside.
As she moved down the narrow passage between the cells the slap of flesh on flesh reached her ears. A gasp. A moan. A grunt of feral brutality. Mina swallowed thickly, trembling with uncertainty, but she couldn’t stop moving forward.
Ghostheart’s cell approached, the sound growing louder. Stepping as lightly as she dared, Mina peeked around the corner.
She nearly dropped the platter at what she saw. Her mother, naked, heavy breasts swaying, moaned and gasped as she rode atop Ghostheart’s lap. The matriarch of the Gloveless family threw back her head, dark hair fanning about her, eyes lidded and dark with lust.
Ghostheart lay beneath her on the bench, his hands on her hips, kneading the flesh, his eyes as blank as glass and the collar around his throat burning with its crimson runes.
“Ah! Ahn! Mnnn!” Theresa moaned. “That’s it! Fuck me Ghostheart! Ah! Yes! Fuck my human cunt you beast. Ooooh! Mnnn!” She grabbed her breasts, lifting them, pawing at the shapely curves as she pressed them together. “Suck them. Suck my fat nipples, monster!”
Ghostheart leaned up and grabbed her breast. Theresa gasped with pleasure as his lip found her hardened nipple and sucked. Mina stared, watching her mother’s ass flex as she rode atop the powerful gladiator. Her mother was far shapelier than Mina was, though her flesh had a noticeable sag of her age, she nonetheless was an attractive woman. Moaning and gasping, Theresa pounded herself atop the orc’s lap with every hint of delight. Mina caught a flash between her mother’s legs, swallowing thickly at the sight of Ghostheart’s pillar of a cock pounding into her mother’s cunt.
“Yessss!” Theresa screamed in delight. “So good! Mnnn! Deeper! Deeper my monster slave! Ah! Nnn! Yes! Fuck meeeee! Ahhhhhh!”
Theresa screamed, arching as her pussy shuddered. Her long lashes fluttered as she came, juices squirting between their joined hips. Mina bit her lip, her own quim throbbing at the debauched sight of her mother cummming atop the gladiator’s cock.
Mina stiffened with shock when she saw Ghostheart’s eyes fix on her. Her heart lumped in her throat as that familiar flicker of a flame burned in those dark eyes. His grasp suddenly tightened on her mother’s hips, eliciting a gasp from the shapely older woman.
Theresa arched as Ghostheart suddenly began to thrust into her. “O-oh! This is… mnnn! Oh yes! Finally you’re… ah… oh m-my!” she panted. “Mnn! J-just remember… you can’t… can’t cum… Not in m-me…”
Ghostheart growled deeply as the runes on his neck flared with her command, a sound that sent a shiver tingle from the very hairs on Mina’s head to the tips of her toes. Ghostheart’s powerful hips began to thrust himself faster into Theresa’s depths.
“Ah! Ah! Yes! Fuck me harder! Harder! Ahhh! Yess! Fuck me, Slave. Fuck meee!”
Ghostheart did, thrusting into her savagely. But he didn’t look at the woman above him. His eyes locked with Mina’s, holding her gaze. She couldn’t look away. Her hands shook on the platter of food she had brought as the orc brutally fucked her mother’s cunt.
“Yes!” Theresa screamed. “Yes! Close. I’m… I’m… ahn… C-cummiiiiiiing!”
Her mother screamed, thighs shuddering as another orgasm ripped through her in a wash of sweetest pleasure.
Gasping, cooing with lazy pleasure, Theresa lowered herself until the orc’s cock was one more hilted within her cunt. She looked down at Ghostheart’s painted face with sated satisfaction. Cupping his cheeks, she tilted his painted face towards her.
“Mmm. Very good, Ghostheart. You’re the best orc my husband has bought in so many ways.”
Mina shuddered. The pale orc said nothing, his dark eyes staring up at his master’s wife expressionlessly. Theresa laughed and gave the orc a quick peck on the forehead.
When Mina saw her mother begin to dismount from Ghostheart’s cock whatever spell the scene had cast on her was broken. Frantically she looked about for somewhere to hide before spotting an empty cell. She rushed inside, pressing her back against the cold stone. The cell stank of suffering but she dared not move as she heard the creak of Ghostheart’s cell door as it swung open. Knowing she shouldn’t but unable to help herself, Mina snuck a quick peek around the corner.
Her mother cinched up a sleeping robe back around her, the act pressing her breasts more notably against the high fabric. Running her fingers through her hair, the older woman smiled and turned, her hips gently swaying with every step as she departed. Mina could only gape, stunned at the ease of her mother’s movements after taking the orc’s immense cock, to say nothing of what it implied. Mina flushed, wondering for how long her mother had been amusing herself with the slaves. Her imagination balked at it, pushing the thought from her mind.
When the door shut Mina crept out of the cell and towards the orc’s. The door opened at a touch, admitting her to the cell. Ghostheart was sitting once more at the bench, his cock hard and jutting from his lap in a pillar of inhuman manhood, glistening with her mother’s juices and unsated lust.
The scent of sex mingled with the foul stench of the dungeons, making Mina flush deeply. She delicately stepped into the cell. “H-hello, Ghostheart. I ah… I brought you some… some food.”
The orc watched her, silent. Mina bit her lower lip as she set the platter down on the bench, feeling the electric intensity of his presence. His attention. She lifted the lid, the rich scent of the meat wafting free, but not even that could banish the stink that lingered in the cell.
Mina took a slow breath, firming herself. “I… I never knew my mother did that,” she said softly. “Or that my father would… at the party. I’m… I’m sorry. They never should have…” She laughed hollowly. “I don’t suppose some food would be enough of a repayment, would it?”
Ghostheart said nothing. She glanced again at him, seeing his cock, throbbing with need. She swallowed thickly. “Maybe… Maybe I can do… something…”
Ghostheart shifted, growing more attentive as Mina shyly opened the front of her gown. Oh gods. What was she doing? She shouldn’t… she couldn’t… Yet she inhaled sharply as her sleeping gown fell open, baring her youthful, firm breasts. She looked nervously at the orc.
“I’ve… I’ve never down this before…”
Ghostheart reached forward. She gasped as he grabbed her, yanking her against him. She sucked in a breath as her soft breasts were shoved between his legs, his cock an inch from her face. The heat of his ribbed manhood seemed to sear her. Mina swallowed and lifted her soft breasts, pressing them around his throbbing shaft.
He was slick, still, with her mother’s nectar. Mina tried to take shallow breaths, tried not to breathe too deeply the rich scent of her mother’s coupling with the brutish orc. Yet it called to her. Her skin was warm with desire she couldn’t understand, much
less appreciate. Her breath came in shallow gasps as her soft breasts slid up and down his ribbed cock, the flares of flesh strumming her soft teats.
The orc growled. Mina glanced up and saw his collar pulse. She swallowed thickly. “You…” she breathed. “You can cum…”
The red light faded. Ghostheart looked down at her with a slow curl of a cruel lip. A tremor raced through Mina, her pussy slickening at the sight of that feral light. Ghostheart reached down, grabbing her head and pushing her face towards his ribbed cock. Startled, she tried to pull back, but the orc was strong. Stronger than she realized.
“Suck,” the orc ordered.
Mina stared for a moment at the bulbous tip of his cock. Her mouth opened as wide as she could, and she leaned forward, engulfing his hot shaft.
She remembered too well the musky taste of the orc. But added now was a sharp spicy flavour. Her mother, she realized, whimpering as her pussy tightened at the knowledge. A moan worked through her as she began to bob her head, soft lips running over the flaring ridges of the orc’s cock, her saliva slickening it. She couldn’t fit even half his manhood in her mouth, a thought that sent a quick pang of shame through her as she squeezed her soft breasts around his shaft, bobbing faster. Faster.
“Hrrrrrr,” the orc growled low and heavy. Mina’s flush deepened and she moved faster, hollowing her cheeks to give her more suction, running her tongue up and down the underside of his cock, squeezing it around the massive shaft that stuffed her mouth until her jaw hurt.
The orc groaned, panting. His hand tightened on her head. He thrust more eagerly into her hot mouth. Closer. Closer. She tried to pull away as she felt his balls churn beneath him, but later that night, she’d admit she didn’t try very hard. She wanted this. She wanted his seed.
She got it.
With a roar Ghostheart came, his thick, inhuman seed pumping in a flood into her mouth. Mina gagged as his essence filled her mouth. The force of it pushed her off his shaft. Ghostheart let her go, let her fall back onto the floor of the cell. The orc wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped it, splattering her anew with his seed.
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