A Gruff Whore 2
A Gruff Whore 2 Commissioned by Adamslion All rights reserved to Adamslion It is a terrifying moment as the thrall spell relinquishes its grip on the orc's mind. The centaur and the troll, after complimenting Talvor on his acquisition of the cuntboi, are gone now. He looks up from the cum stained bed as the minotaur is speaking to him, probably giving him directions. Melthor does not care, his blood is already boiling underneath his skin, a growl already rolling up his throat. He snaps, screaming with rage as he flings himself at the minotaur from the cum soaked bed. With nearly zero exertion Talvor deflects the orc's fists whilst grabbing his left arm. Using immense strength the dripping green man is sent flying into one of the room's walls and makes contact with a loud thud. His vision goes blurry, his ears ringing as he hit the wall with via his skull. But he quickly recovers and Melthor makes a second charge at the minotaur. This time Talvor's hand goes around the warlord's throat as he lifts him off of the ground. The orc's hands try to shake the minotaur's large furry arm getting him to loosen his grasp but to no avail. At the point Melthor has nearly slipped into unconsciousness Telvor let's go and the orc gasps for breath on the floor. "You will never do that again." The minotaur speaks in a deliberately slow and meaningful way. The menace is thick in each and every syllable. "Clearly you require some help in remembering just who is in control here." Just as Melthhissed overs his breath the minotaur aims the curse/enchantment gun at him and fires once more. Another thrall spell reaches into the orc's skull and wraps itself around his self will like a sick root. The warlord is once more powerless to resist, his eyes glowing ever so slightly showing Talvor that the spell is successful. He laughs down at the orc, possibly enjoying the corrupting influence of power a little too much now. Talvor begins to remove his belt, flipping the buckle undone before sliding it free. This poor, enslaved orc has no idea how much he is going to be forcibly changed next. "Now we are going to play a little game together, you and I." A frightening calm is in Talvor's voice now. If not for the thrall spell pulsating around the very core of the orc's free will, he might actually flinch away when the minotaur's pants drop. Because as that happens the club owner's phallus swings out with a vengeance, half-erect and its broad head slavering with pre as it smacks into the warlord's face smearing it with the massive male's clear juices. "Oops, sorry if that smarts at all," he lies. Melthor stares ahead and at the towering male's generous endowment. It is human like for the most part, except in the way which its head tapers and narrows at the end like a bovine's. Talvor is throbbing excitedly and veins are popping out to adorn his flesh like a decoration. The organ's angular head is wet with a powerfully scented clear pre. It consistently drips with the slight inclination allowing drops to run down the underside of the minotaur's length. Talvor's captive orc licks his lips, anticipation rising for a command which the club owner now gives to him. With his slow and booming voice, the tall man commands his thrall to suck his cock. And if, just if, he is satisfied with Melthor's performance, then the orc shall be granted something else which will be new to him. Reaching out with both rough green hands, the warlord grabs the head of minotaur's long and broad penis. The distinct smelling pre smears across his hands and then Melthor slides his grasp along the organ, spreading the clear liquid as a lubricant. A content grunt comes from Talvor's head far above as he looks down at the kneeling cuntboi. It is a pleasant surprise for him as the orc's powerful hands, usually used for killing, feel great running along his phallus whilst wet with his own juices. Melthor too seems to be enjoying it, his mouth and pussy both becoming moist as he feels the monster throbbing beneath his fingers. The warlord's warm breath beats down upon the leviathan cock as he leans in closer, licking his lips as his eyes glaze over with enslaving lust. He is not merely doing as he is told, the spell is drawing out the harlot in him. His lips touch the head and the minotaur shivers with anticipatory delight, a perverted grin spreading on is face. A steady flow of pre from the juicy member spills out onto Melthor's tongue as he begins to wrap his lips around the beast. His senses are set alight, the fires of unrequited passion burn deep inside of him and the thrall spell practically takes the passenger seat. The orc's eyes slide to a cozy low level as he reaches out with his tongue, pushing past his lips as he strokes the underside of the minotaur's vast malehood. His hands etch back, inch by inch making way for his lips to wetly slide over and envelope Talvor. "Oh my yes, what a good... girl." Talvor teases his captive, grinding in that suggestion even whilst receiving a blowjob. Melthor sucks hard around the broad meat, inching his way as it gets thicker and thicker down the line. Now he can feel its drooling head pressing into the back of his mouth. He tilts as it starts to squeeze down is tight throat, constantly throbbing as it crams down the tight passageway. The orc swallows hard around his new master's cock milking it for all that he is worth. This pleases the minotaur as he gasps and moans loudly overhead. But this is not enough for the ex-warlord as he is not satisfied with this much. Suddenly he plunges forward, lips slipping down all the way until they push up against the minotaur's furry crotch. He can feel the male's large nuts brush against his chin and Melthor groans contentedly, his eyes sliding shut. "Wow, you really want it." Talvor is a little surprised by how effective the transformation is on the orc. Melthor does not seem to have even noticed that his pecs is starting to push out a little. The orc pulls back off of the large penis more quickly than he arrived on it. A mixture of his own saliva and the minotaur's pre coats the thick organ making it glisten gently in the light of the lantern hanging from the ceiling. After that he pushes back, slurping and sucking his way down until he reaches the minotaur's crotch again. His tongue dips and weaves, rubbing and caressing all the different places of the gargantuan organ as it throbs and bucks inside his mouth and down his throat. Melthor pulls back and then deep throats Talvor again and again, building up a rhythm as the club owner thrusts into the orc's mouth too. All while Melthor is bobbing up and down something else is going on. The previous bulging of the orc's chest is starting to accelerate, unbeknownst to him a new transformation is being fuelled by his own rising horniness. Even as the minotaur's cock throbs with its head drooling down Melthor's throat, the green man's chest starts to get larger and larger, as if in sync with the throbbing member. Now both of his nipples start to perk up, forming soft round nubs at their ends whilst at the same time two round soft masses come together. Both Talvor and Melthor become aware of the orc's new tits when they begin to push up against the minotaur's swinging nut sack. "Here, let's take a look at you." The club owner pushes his slut off as his wet cock swings free. Melthor falls onto his backside, looking down in shock at his own two new bouncing breasts. "What is this? What the hell!" Melthor's shock is understandable even with the thrall spell. He, no, she holds up her big soft boobs marvelling at the surprisingly velvety feel of them compared to the rest of her rough skinned body. However as she starts to play with her teats she blushes and is reminded of her own primal need for something large and pulsating inside her. Talvor is happy to provide that as he eyes up the transformed orc girl's moist pussy. Her ugly face might be the same, and her masculine arms and legs, but the sight of those large tits is enough to make him to start losing control himself. As such the club owner practically throws himself on top of her, his large hot body pressing and pinning her down onto the cold floor. His drooling leviathan knocks at her front door, his hands reaching to clamp themselves around her tits and fondling her nipples. "Gods! Fuck me, fuck me now!" Melthor is losing herself in the moment and is already wrapping her legs around his waist before she even realises it. "I intend to." Talvor is trying to suppress the laughter in his voice. It is amusing to him how quickly the orc is taking to her transformation. Not that is a bad thing at all. The slobbering head of the minotaur's cock forces itself into the already broken in pussy. She cries out as the tip enters her, it feels as though the orc's body is extra sensitive, a possible side effect of the newest change. Her legs grip tighter around him, desiring more of his length which he gladly begins to feed her. At a slightly faster speed than when she s blowing him, the master's phallus enters her steadily introducing greater girth as inch after inch disappears inside. From the outside there is a very slightly discernible rise on her stomach as Talvor's member fills her depths up. Constantly resonating inside of her it reaches every corner and every possibly crevice. "YES! YES! MORE!" Her gaze looks past him now. Melthor's senses become dull to everything but the contact between their bodies. Spurred on by his bitch's pleas, the dominating male pins her with a mighty thrust from his hips. All of that large throbbing meat delves to the very edge of her limits. It connects to every erogenous zone, creating a catalytic response where her entire orifice comes down clamping ever so tightly around his throbbing, drooling length. Talvor involuntarily shivers, his muscles tensing up and his body is visibly shaking. It takes all of his concentration to keep the dam from bursting, but the slutty orc is already cumming hard over his cock. "Damn slut. Why so greedy?" He grunts and pulls back out of her, only getting half of his cock out before she tightens her legs around his waist again. Shrugging, he thrusts all the way back inside of her. She screams, orgasming a second time and holds onto his shoulders with her manly hands. Talvor lays into her with everything he has. His cock pounds into her pussy, his balls slapping against her too. The combination of his and her juices make the lubricated cunt an easy thing to jackhammer into a quivering mess. Melthor's green skin is shining with perspiration which the club owner tastes as he licks her left breast. She moans loudly due to both his fucking her and his continuing molestation of her new and sensitive breasts. As he reaches the end of his stamina, the minotaur buries his head into her bosom. His tongue licks the cleft in the middle as he slams into her one final time, good and hard with a noisy smack. Melthor begs for her master, her owner's seed and she gets it in surplus amounts. His balls rise up, their contents pouring out along his cock before being delivered in an eruption of white. The transformed female can feel him heat her up to a boil, her pussy filled with meat and cream now. She clamps down around his member one last time and Talvor grunts hard, his eyes scrunched up and his face buried between her massive tits. The deed is done, the passion is over and the boil is cooling to a simmer and now a lukewarmness. He does not want to waste anymore time indulging and pulls out of her with a slushy wet sound. Minotaur spunk spills out to make a puddle on the floor, but the Melthor just scoops some of it up and licks her fingers. Talvor pats her head like a good dog and is content that her metamorphosis, both physical and mental, is complete. She shall now serve as his newest girl, both as an escort and as a stripper. Only thing left to do is see just how good she is at the latter. The night is young and the guests are coming for more.
Dancers are the bread and butter of Talvor's little club. Situated in a city with a deep history undergoing recent hardships, the establishment has been enjoying the patronage of many a weary native or traveller alike. Constant warfare means that said patrons are often the few survivors of the conflicts with enough gold and limbs left to appreciate the girls and the drink. The only problem is that their mannerisms are far from gentlemanly, although the kind of attitude Melthor showed earlier on was one of the more extreme cases. Tonight it a special night and many different kinds of battle scar laden guests are filling the seats. They are fresh from a victorious battlefield, the veterans of bloody success and they are looking for their rewards; ideally in voluptuous packaging. Talvor is rushing the girls out, one after the other. First up are the purple and blue elf sisters, their soft skinned bodies draped in several layers of easily detachable clothing. Wolf whistles and loud commendations echo across the room as the girls grind themselves against the poles. A they begin to lose more and more garments the voices begin to describe increasingly disgustingly carnal acts they wish to do with the elves. After collecting a few coins the minotaur signals his girls to come back behind the curtains. They do as he instructs even as wandering hands pinch, or even slap, their swinging derrières. It is amazing how they manage to slip away before someone grabs them, but these veterans know how the house deals with those who break the golden rule. Besides the elves will be up for purchase in private sessions a little later tonight. For now the stage is set for another act as Talvor introduces the party goers to his newest girl. "They're all worked up. Now just remember what I had Gabriella show you." Talvor tells the female Melthor as she adjusts her brassiere one last time. This piece of "equipment" alone is completely new to her. The brassiere itself is a full cup bra that slowly turns into a shelf bra with two pieces removed, revealing the wearer's nipples and only serving to lift the breasts up. "Are you sure I need all this?" She asks with her still semi-masculine voice. "Yes. Now go put on a good show for daddy." The club owner has a shit eating grin as he spanks her behind on the way out. The limelight focuses on the crimson red curtains as Melthor steps out from behind them. She brushes her dark hair and flicks her head as she struts out onto the podium. Her hips swing this way and that bringing attention to the frilly purple thong which she wears. There are some people that are booing her, not being as effeminate and attractive as the last two girls. But as Melthor grabs on of the poles and pushes her big tits around it some start to change their minds about her. She gyrates and swings around the padded pole. Flaunting her new assets, she moves quickly and deliberately, allowing her breasts free reign to swing around. The show is starting to get to the crowd and gold clinks at her feet, some of them thrown more heavily than others and bouncing up risking hitting her in the face or something. Deciding to have done enough of that part of her little act Melthor shifts positions to present her rear to the pole, and angled so as the whole crowd can see. She begins to grind hard against it, allowing her pussy to visibly show underneath the thin fabric as it begins to moisten just a little. The orc blushes as her thoughts stray back to moments ago with the big minotaur. This lack of self control is actually one of the side effects of the transformation, but Talvor does not see the point in telling his "girls" this. However there is something far more important about the guests tonight which the orc has no idea about. Before the show began Talvor had a special announcement made for the gathered men. Even now there are those sat down with things throbbing and standing up from their crotches. They have been told that this dancer, this slut, is free for their taking once she reveals herself in full, stark, nudity. So unbeknownst to her, the transgender warlord, or dame, is getting closer to her own gang rape as she removes one lacy scrap of cloth after the next. Melthor dances to the beat, working up a sweat as she plays with her breasts, the nipples bare now as only the erotic shelf bra remains. Her green ass rides up against the pole as the string digs down into her crack. She gasps and looks up, not at the crowd, as she reaches down to rub her pussy. The men in the front row gasp with jaws hanging down as they notice how wet her little pelvic piece has become. It comes free, even without her meaning to do so her constant rubbing against the pole ends up decoupling the flimsy fastener as part of her bra. It peels away and her big jiggly green jugs bounce around as she plays with herself, smiling coyly at a sea of faces. Suddenly reality stops making sense to her. There are people getting up out of their chairs. Men of war, men of pain and misery, men of pent up needs encroach upon the little stage. Belt buckles seem to break all on their own as throbbing swords drool hungrily in Melthor's direction from their owners' hips. She stops playing with herself, realising too late as the green hands of another, albeit far larger and clearly more male, warrior orc grab her roughly. Talvor watches from out of the way, all the while stroking the cute butts of the two elf girls standing either side of him. The whore is cast into an ocean of raging cocks and pent up ball sacks. She is expected, not to mention forced, to lick and suck upon every square inch of male she is offered. Aforementioned big, green and horny calls dibs on first go with her mouth. Melthor's tongue makes contact with the taste laden, sticky moist mid section of his mast and pulls back along it. A she reaches his head the burly man's hands grab her head and forces her ugly face down upon him. It is a sudden and violating experience as she gulps down the pulsing green stick all the way until it wedges down her throat. Her lips meet the sweaty and hairy base of the other orc's crotch and she kisses it with her mouth jaw stretched open. He grunts and pulls her up before forcing her back down again, they go at his pace, at just the way he likes it. Tears stream down her face as she struggles, gasping in through her nostrils sweet lungfuls of air whenever she can. Reaching out she tries to stimulate him to release sooner by fondling and playing with his heavy nuts. A loud smack across her green cheeks makes her aware of another patron behind her. She has no idea who it is though, being occupied as is with choking down the thick and long orchood in front of her. Nevertheless as he pulls down her pitiful panties it is to her shameful delight as she moans over the orc's member in expectation of a good filling. In fact she is about to get filled in more ways than just one, or even two. Wide thumbs spread both her ass and pussy out. Delving deep they loosen her wet cunt whilst lubricating her asshole up. "Lemme see 'dem tits." The orc growls and Melthor lifts off of his cock before it is wedged between her tits. She looks up at him with a smile and pushes her jugs together letting the wet length slip and slide between them. Very quickly she also sneaks a look behind herself and sees two men whipping their cocks outs. One is a troll, although more burly than the twins previously, and the other is an even more muscular looking canine like beast. It is one of the werewolves from the western forest, their tribe must have somehow been drafted into the war. Regardless, their dicks are already rubbing up against her, round and pointy heads alike ceaselessly dribbling with lubricating pre. She would now like to take but a moment to enjoy herself a little more, however she is a working girl now and looks down at the orc's green rod throbbing between her breasts. "Wow!" The large man gasps as she gulps down on his thick head. Between her velvety breasts rubbing all around him and her tongue lapping up his pre the orc begins to lose it. Glancing up at him she sees the picture of a ripped male on the edge, every twitch from every muscle from pecs and abdominals to biceps and triceps are signs of his internal struggle. His balls are boiling away, demanding a pure and messy release which he has no choice in. "Come on, just let it out baby." She tells him after pulling off for a moment, all the while grinning toothily as her breasts keep sliding back and forth around his cock. "Here then you fucking slut!" He hollers and pushes her back down just as his loins give up their reward. It detonates with a rippling effect going down his long shaft and pouring into her belly. Melthor chokes around the thick organ, her eyes tearing up all the more as they close up tight. The big orc enjoys himself immensely, all the more so due to her discomfort, but he does eventually let go. As she pulls off of the still gushing phallus it fills her mouth and then splashes across her face and down her neck running across the top of her large breasts. Regaining her composure she smiles up at him and pushes those milk retainers around his member again, letting it throb between them as the last drops of his seed bubbles out of the thick head. The warrior makes a sound somewhere between a grunt and a sigh as his balls finish emptying themselves, but even as he pulls away Melthor realises this is only the first dick of many. "Now!" An attack form the rear quite literally. The troll and the werewolf are penetrating both of her other orifices at the same time. It is a perfect manoeuvre, the troll's long rod enters her pussy whilst the werewolf's thick dog-cock enters her virgin asshole. Together only the beginning of their dual entry is sending shockwaves bouncing back and forth inside of the whore. She cries out, her brutish arms and legs visibly shaking from the violation and almost gives way to collapse onto the ground. However there is someone else to catch her and pull her back up for her three way gangbang. "Now then girl, don't just gawk at it." A handsome bronze skinned man, possibly a human although Melthor's mind is not working clearly right now, is presenting a new distraction to the orc. She accepts it gladly and wraps his lips around the head of yet another towering pillar of male flesh. Meanwhile the club owner has reached his limit of visual stimulation and is now exploring other solutions. Talvor's barely kept secret about the club is that all of its girls are nothing more than brainwashed transgender slaves. Both of the elf girls are no exception although their transformation included a more feminine hourglass form than Melthor's. The important part in all of this is that he only needs to pay them by letting them service their owner and master. Even as he takes his pants off the blue skinned elf girl grabs at his half-erect mast with earnest desire. Her companion slinks in to start smooching and playing with his hairy balls as Talvor leans back against the bar. It does not take long until the minotaur's dick is throbbing at full mast. Only through half closed eyes does he keep his gaze on his new working girl. She is choking down a third man's cock now after the human, they never do last for long. Now she is having to suck off a second werewolf, whilst the first is grinding his sweaty knot against her asshole. It would be nice to continue watching it but Talvor is getting caught up in his own bit of fun. "No no, here let me help you." Talvor says and grabs the back of the blue skinned girl's head to pull her down whilst thrusting forwards. Her eyes bulge out as his cock squeezes down her throat, growling due to the pleasure of having her swallow around it. The poor girl can hardly maintain consciousness before he pulls her off and then thrusts back in. Much like with Melthor before he fucks her face as fast and with as much passion as he likes. Her friend, the purple elf bitch looks at her with envy but tries to get as much hands on time with her mater's ball as possible. That is until with a sly thought she reaches behind and starts pushing one slim little purple finger into the minotaur's rear entrance. As it slips inside she wriggles it around and Talvor gasps followed by a complete loss of self control. Forcing himself all the way down the blue girl's throat he delivers a torrent of cum, but he is sure to pull out after a moment allowing both girls to get their faces and tits covered in thick cream sliding down. "Ah! Now then, time to dispense a little discipline." Tavlor growls at the giggling purple girl. Back to Melthor and the transgender whore is receiving a terrible hammering of her butt and pussy. Both the troll and the large werewolf are taking turns carving out either hole as they please and her body is shaking and shuddering with one orgasm after the next. All the while she is having her nose forced all the way down until she is nuzzling into the sweaty smelly fur of the lycanthrope. His thick dark fur is saturated with a male smell and taste rising up into her nose and pressing up against her lips. They use her like just some sex doll, pulling her head or ass accordingly to where they are thrusting inside and out. Melthor wants to cry out at the top of her lungs, to express her constant crashing through waves of ecstasy. But she is occupied, in all possible orifices as a matter of face. Their throbbing and demanding members making short work of even her deepest depths. However all good things come to an end and her new female self is perfectly attuned to the flow of sex from this perspective. Allowed to breathe uninterrupted once she rubs the pink and throbbing doggy cock before her, allowing it to slip and slide between her breasts. However it is the troll and werewolf behind her which are clinging to her hips tighter. Their phalluses grinding into her as she quivers and, at least for her vagina, drips over them excitedly. It is the troll who cums first, burying himself all the way past her vulva lips. His balls rest between her thighs as they unload themselves into her. Troll fingers gripping onto her big bum tightly, and inadvertently helping to squeeze them around the werewolf's length. The flow of hot seed into the orc makes her arch her back and clamp down around his length. Unfortunately for the troll though he has got his wolf friend there started and the instant he has finished unloading the werewolf pushes him off. The troll's length pops out of Melthor without so much as a goodbye and she leaks with white troll juice pooling on the floor below. "My turn!" The large black werewolf snarls as he fucks her hard from the rear. Even the other lycanthrope stares a little in shock at the ferocity of his tribal kinsman. "Yes! YES! OH FUCK YES!" Melthor screams as she rings her hands around the throbbing wolfhood in front of her. Talvor is just about to ejaculate when he hears a noisy twin voiced howl. He looks up sharply to see the orc taking the cum of two lycanthropes at the same time. She has tears welling up again from the pain of the wolf behind her forcing his very hot and extremely thick ass-busting canine knot tearing into her now not so virgin anus. It feels as thought she is being split apart as his pointed dog cock explodes inside of her, a great deal of semen being compressed into a small amount of space. The heat coming from her rectum is so immense, and the thought of being filled in such a perverse way so arousing that she orgasm yet again which pushes more of the troll's seed out onto the floor. However she also has the matter of the wolf in front of her as his bulky member splurges over her face and chest, drenching every inch of her green skin with more and more thick werewolf seed adding to the load from before. "By the gods look at her go," Talvor mutters under his breath as he watches Melthor try to wrap her mouth around the still raging phallus of the second werewolf. But this erotic sight makes him lose control and he lets his bodyweight do all the work as he sinks all the way inside of the purple elf girl. This time the blue girl is playing with his balls, although refraining from his ass, as he has been tearing up the naughty little purple elf. He makes sure to wait until his big hairy balls have emptied themselves entirely before he pulls out letting the purple whore shiver, twitch and sigh whilst bent over the bar; her cunt flowing like a fountain of spunk. "What now sir?" The blue elf asks, her hands slowly rubbing across his broad chest as he holds her in one powerfully built arm. He looks off at Melthor, the ugliest whore his establishment has ever had. The ex-warlord has struck a real chord with the patronage and is now being carted off by an imposing half-giant, yet more werewolves following in a pack behind them. "Now we raise the prices for tomorrow night."