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Neville walked with feet of lead back in the direction he believed would lead him home.He

no longer cared what might happen to him.  He had caused his only

love to be delivered to the same cruel fate that the smith himself had rescued

Neville from just the night before.  He wanted to die and he did not

care how it happened.He thought it fitting that he should be

fucked to death just as Jake was likely going to be.  He was

simply going to return to Braddock and try to save his mother and

father and their town by giving himself up.  At least his death would mean something then.It

took him hours to retrace their steps from the night before but they

had been running then and he was walking with the slow pace of defeat

now.  As he approached the town, twilight was setting in again.He

began to notice though that as he walked, head down and miserable, the

forest seemed to grow lighter instead of darker.  Then he noticed that the

light was casting long, dancing shadows from the direction of his town.Fear gripped his heart and he broke into a run.He

crashed out of the forest and in the distance across the field of

long grasses he could see his beloved

town in flames.  Not a single building was unaffected.  His

home was already collapsing, sending huge plumes of embers rushing

up into the sky.  The smithy was burning.  All of the homes

and shops, the stalls and the stables and everything he'd ever known since

he was a

baby were being consumed in a fiery conflagration.Anguish

filled his very soul.  Had he brought this on them all?  All

he had ever wanted for the people of his village was for them to always

be happy and content.  In the end he'd gotten them burned out of

their homes and quite likely murdered!  How could he bear the

shame of this?  Was he truly the cause of it?Then

he remembered some of the conversation he'd overheard back at the inn

when this had all begun and came to a realization.  He

was not the cause; it was Braddock.  The commander had said even

before he knew that

Neville had overheard anything that he would destroy the town, and so

he

had.  This was his ruse to help draw the kobold army in to the

trap he had set for them.  Braddock needed to get the town burned

until it was nothing but a smoldering ruin when the kobolds

finally saw it.  That way it would appear to be completely

unguarded and abandoned.  It would show the kobolds that the human

armies had degenerated to the point where they were pillaging their own

towns and were unruly and disorganized.  The human realm would

appear to be completely open to attack through the

pass.Neville

moved closer to the town and strained to see around the burning

buildings, looking for any sign of his friends and family.  He

could not see anyone anywhere.  Not even any soldiers were in sight.  There was no movement of any sort.  He

wondered where all the people could be.  He didn't believe

Braddock would be evil enough to kill them all in their beds.

 Could he possibly get away with something so monstrous?

 Would the king turn a blind eye to something so egregious?

 Perhaps the commander would blame it all on the kobold invasion.Whatever the case, there

was certainly no reason for Neville to give himself up to Braddock any longer.  There

was no town to save.  He had no idea of the fate of the people,

including his parents.He did not know how to proceed.  He

was more helpless than he'd ever been.  There was no one to

help him and nowhere to go.  The smith could not come bounding to his rescue this time thanks to Neville himself.He spotted a glint in the grass a

little off to his left.  He ran over to see what it was and as he

approached he saw the bodies of two men.  They were soldiers!

 Braddock's men by the look of it.He

crouched next to them

to look closer.  They appeared to have been run through with very sharp swords.  They'd

been stabbed by some weapon with enough fury to puncture the light mail

they were wearing.  Who

would have done this?He

realized it must be the

kobolds.  Who else?  Nobody in his village was capable of

this sort of brutality.  The kobold army's advance scouts must

have been here

and killed these men as they headed out on their patrol.  That

would mean they've

witnessed the destruction of the town earlier than expected.  They may have gone back to

alert their forces.  The kobold army could be marching here at

speed even now.Neville had to move.  He did not want to be

caught in the middle of the conflict.He

decided his best course

of action for now was to do as the smith had originally planned.

 Move through the darkness in the forest along the mountains and

try to stay alive.  He would find some way to get back to

civilization some time later after the dust settled, assuming there was a human civilization to come back to.He wished he

knew exactly where Jake had planned to take him.  He'd said there

would be help there.  Neville did not know of any human

settlements in the direction they'd been going.  Still, if Jake

said there was help in that direction then the boy could think of no

better direction to go.Neville was not sure if he could do it alone, but at this point he had no choice.He

was terribly hungry and thirsty.  He hadn't had any sustenance in almost a full day and he was not sure how he could

proceed without food or water.  The smith had said something about a

river that they'd been heading to.  If he turned and went back in

the direction they'd originally gone Neville should reach it

eventually.  He wasn't sure if he could make it that far before collapsing from thirst though.It

was far too dangerous to try to go into the burning village to try to get to a well but he

had to get water at least, somehow.The

soldiers!  If they

were a patrol heading out they would have something.  He turned

them over and examined them more carefully.  Yes, each had a full

water skin.

 They even had a pouch of field rations.  Neville removed the

skins and pouches and set them aside.  He took the mail shirt off the

smaller of the soldiers and then removed his blood stained leather jerkin that

had holes from the stab wounds.  No matter, it was better than

nothing.  He could wash it properly if he found the river.

 For now it would serve to help keep him warm.He pulled

the jerkin over his head and it draped all the way down past his breechclout and almost to his knees

like a night shirt.  None of the other clothes would fit him in

any useful way.  Their weapons appeared to have been taken by

their assailants.  Neville was sure he wouldn't stand a chance

with one anyhow.  His only defense would be to stay hidden and

stay moving.He picked up the water skins and put the cords over

his head to hook them over his shoulder.  He took a small drink from

one to soothe his parched throat.  He would sip again later.

 He had to make it last since he had no idea how far this river

was.He

looked in the ration pouches and found plenty of dried meat.

 His stomach growled loudly at the sight and he pulled out a large

chunk and tore a piece off with his teeth and began to chew as he

turned

and started to walk quickly in the direction the smith had taken him

last night.  He was angry at himself for having to start his

escape all over again right back from the beginning, and he was all

alone this time.He thought again of the vicious kobolds who must have killed the soldiers.  They were out here somewhere.He broke into a run....Jake Smith awoke with a massive headache.He

noticed immediately that he was hanging under a pole.  He'd been

bound hand and foot and then tied to the pole and was being carried.

 Even his torso had been thoroughly lashed to the pole presumably

to spread the weight of his own body along the pole so as not to harm

his wrists and ankles.He

closed his eyes quickly so his captors wouldn't know he was awake.

 His brain worked hard through the pain to try to remember how he'd gotten into this

predicament.He

remembered he and Neville had started walking

again and there was a noise of soldiers approaching.  He'd gone to

investigate and saw two

armed figures moving through the darkness.  They'd been heading to

Neville's location so the smith had run loudly past them at an angle to

draw them away.  He'd thought they were a search party sent by

Braddock.  He could have easily outrun them if that were the case.

 He was not expecting kobolds!  Needless to say he

did not stand a chance of getting away from them.  They are like the

wind when they choose to run.He had no reason to run from them though once he knew what they were.

 Jake Smith was one of the few humans who knew the truth of the kobolds'

sweet and loving nature.  He had spent a short time with them after

they'd found him naked and seriously wounded out in the field many years ago.

 He'd been injured in battle and the ever efficient army, feeling

he was injured beyond hope, had stripped him completely of anything

useful and left him to rot.  He had not known how long he'd

crawled before finally collapsing.  He'd regained consciousness days later surrounded by

kobolds who'd cared for him with the help of two ogres who were some sort of healers.  He was in

shock but grateful.  They explained their nature to him and the

ogres watched over him and helped him to recover.  Then they told

him that their law would not allow him to stay with them and he must

return to his own people and never look back.  He could thank them

for their aid by never telling another living soul of their true

nature so that they could be left in isolation from the humans.Jake

had honored their wishes.  Disenchanted by his treatment by the

army he allowed them to believe he was dead and he went back to the

village of his youth to live out the rest of his days in peace as a

blacksmith.  There was a time early on as the war raged on that

Jake wrestled with the idea of telling some of his closest friends

about the nature of the other races.  He felt that if he could

just get the right people involved he could start a movement to end the

war and treat with the other races to come to some lasting peace.

 He realized though that any such attempt was likely to fail and

would put all of his friends and his entire town at risk.  The

army would not allow such seditious talk and would move swiftly to cut

it short.  Jake had since felt that the decision to not proceed

may have in fact been cowardly, but he could not bring himself to put

everyone at risk even though he knew in the end that his silence would

allow the human armies to continue on their path toward the elimination

of the wonderful and peaceful people of the other races.At the start of

his and Neville's flight from Braddock's army last night Jake had come

to the decision that they would walk right up to the kobold army

unarmed

to seek asylum.  They are the most lovable and friendly people he

had ever known and he felt that the kobolds would not turn them away

once

they learned of their predicament and the evil that had been done to

poor Neville by Braddock and his men.All of the other races follow the same ancient law that requires them to stay completely isolated from

humans and avoid interaction of any kind unless provoked into attack.

 Jake felt sure that once he explained their situation he

could convince their leader to allow them to stay within the kobold

community at least temporarily.  They would want to know that the

smith and boy were kept safe.The kobolds were completely free

and open sexually, so

Jake and Neville would even be able to share their love openly there

and none would judge them other than to perhaps congratulate them for

finding their life's true loves.The

events that led to his capture the night before continued to play out in Jake's head.

 He remembered that, as he was running and then realized they were

kobolds, he'd

stopped suddenly and had turned to surrender to the scouts just as they

were catching up to him.  In the darkness he must have looked

threatening with his arms coming up and one of the kobolds had

jumped on him to

try to take him down.  He'd instinctively moved to pull him off and

throw him.He'd shouted something like "Unhand me you fool, I'm

a

friend!"  Or at least he'd wanted to.  He wasn't sure if he'd

got it out or not because everything had gone black at that point.

 He must have been clubbed from behind by the second kobold.

 That would account for the intense pain at the back of his head,

but he wasn't sure what exactly had caused the discomfort in his asshole

or his lips.  Both felt somewhat bruised.  The pain was not

bad but it was a bit odd.  He

suspected he knew what the cause of the bruising might be given the nature

of kobolds.  He found himself wishing they had waited until he was

conscious if it was what he suspected.  He would have rather

enjoyed it.  They were breaking an ancient law by doing it though,

so he'd best not make them aware that he knew or it could create

problems.Now he was being carried to some place by the kobolds, but where?  What of Neville!?Jake

opened his eyes again and started to look around him to see if Neville

was their captive as well.  He couldn't see the boy anywhere.The

smith was

hanging upside down along the pole.  When he tilted his head back

towards the direction they were moving he could see the ass of one

armored kobold ahead of him with its big bushy tail curving up.

 The pole was on the kobold's shoulder.  Jake could see

what looked like four hind legs so there must be another in front

helping with the load.

 He looked back towards his feet.  There were three kobolds

at

the back with the pole on their shoulders as well.The closest of them was looking straight at him."The poor dear has

finally come around, thank the Mother!" the kobold said, "Please, my

loves, let us stop a while so I can examine him and have a word."The

kobolds came to a stop and very gently lowered the smith to the ground

and rolled him so that he was on his side.  He was beginning to

feel helpless and claustrophobic being bound so tightly and unable to

move in any way other than his head.The

kobold who had spoken rushed to Jake and crouched down.  He

put his hands on the smith's head and gently caressed it, feeling

around to the back of it to the source of Jake's pain and the

kobold hissed and tsk tsk'd and shook his head unhappily.The

kobold had lovely white fur with brown patches and a large black patch

over his left eye.  The smith could see that the creature's

large, beautiful eyes were weepy as they showed their deep concern for

him."I

am

so sorry, you poor lovely thing.  I am simply mortified beyond

measure," the kobold said, "My name is Jex, and I am the one responsible

for the

pain you must be suffering from the blow to your sweet head.  I

believed you a threat to my life's love and in my rash haste I used my

mace against your unprotected skull a bit harder than I'd intended.

 You have a lump there the size of a summer peach and it marks my

eternal shame for all to see.  Had I known you were unarmed I

would not have acted with such unnecessary force.

 Please accept my deepest and sincerest apologies!  I will

carry the shame

of it for some time and it would ease my soul to know that you can

accept my admission of guilt.  Please do assign me some horrible

penance to perform for you as atonement for my sin.  I shall

discharge it twice to show you my sincere remorse!  Is there

any way that you might possibly find it in your sweet, tender heart to

forgive me?"Jake

felt a bit angry over his predicament but he felt badly for the kobold

and he was also somewhat amused.  He'd forgotten how melodramatic

the creatures could be as well as lovable and caring and he felt

somewhat uplifted to see that

they hadn't changed over the years.He was frustrated as well

though, given his inability to move or express himself properly while

trussed like a turkey and lying on his side and he began to grow

impatient."Perhaps, Jex,  I may find forgiveness more easily were my hands freed for the search and my body

unbound from this crippling pole!" he said firmly.The kobold tensed and hesitated and looked toward his fellows.  He was still clearly a

soldier and these were troubling times.  He knew nothing of the

smith's nature and was not likely foolish enough to simply free him

without being fairly certain he would not put them all in danger.Jake realized his mistake and decided it would be best to conform more closely to the kobold's way of communicating."I

do apologize for my shortness.  Please forgive me, only my head is

aching and my patience wearing a bit thinner than I am accustomed to.

 My name is Jake Smith and I am very happy to make your

acquaintance," Jake said, trying to ooze honey from his vocal cords.The kobold looked to relax again so Jake decided to turn up the honey flow to move from oozing to gushing."Of

course you are forgiven, you poor, dear creature.  It was a simple

misunderstanding and I can clearly see that now.

 I know of the caring nature and limitless kindness of your

people.  I know you would do me no harm intentionally as I am

unarmed and a civilian.  I could not possibly bear you any ill

will for your honest mistake.  I

most graciously accept your apology and assure you that no penance is

required and I bear you no

hard feelings for the simple error, you wonderful and kind creature."The

kobold sneered

and yipped.  Jake knew from experience long past that the sneer was

in fact a wide grin and the yip an exclamation of joy.  He smiled

at the kobold."Oh,

my dear man, you are indeed as kind and well-mannered as you are

beautiful.  As I said before, I am Jex.  The brown one there with the lovely white socks is

the love of my life Beowul.  The beautiful black one next to him is the love of my

life Tithan.  Next to Tithan and with the golden coat is the love of my life Lox, and

standing beside Lox is Stenwul who is the most beautiful of us all, and who as you may well have guessed is the

love of my life."The other kobolds all smiled and bowed deeply towards Jake."I am deeply grateful to you for your

forgiveness and I swear that I will do anything in my power to make up

for my transgression!" Jex said."I

wonder then, my dear, could you start by releasing me from

my bonds?  I assure you I will not try to escape nor would I ever

attempt to do any of you any harm, quite the opposite in fact.

 I am presently exceedingly disenchanted with the armies of my own people.  I

would prefer to take your side in our conflict and raise arms against

the human armies and defend your lives as if they were my own.  In

fact, I

was out in the darkness last night with the intent to bring my

companion to your

army to speak with your chieftain," the smith explained."Companion?

 You were

alone when we found you my dear man.  What might have caused your ill

will toward your own people?  Why were you going to speak with

the chieftain?  Beowul my dearest sweet love, would you please

help

me untie our guest?"The

kobolds worked to free the smith

from his bindings while Jake told them the story of Neville's horrible

abuse by Braddock and his soldiers and their intent to kill the boy

cruelly, and Jake and Neville's subsequent escape into the night.

 He told them how Jake had

been running with the boy towards the kobold army in search of safety

and sanctuary when Jake had heard the scouts approaching and gone to

investigate.  Jake told them that Neville knew he was in mortal

danger and would likely still be hiding where the smith had told him to

until he returned."Oh, Great Mother, I have

caused such a calamity as has never been seen before!  Oh, my dear

sweet man, I am so sorry!

 Not only have I injured your poor dear self but I've placed the

only love of your life in

jeopardy into the bargain, and him only a whelp!  Beo, Lox, Tith, Sten, my loves, we

must help them!  Oh, is there no end to my shame!?  How am I

to bear it!?" Jex shouted in distress while pressing his forepaws

against either side of his head."Jex,

my dearest sweet love, do not berate yourself so!  We are at your

side and we will do what we can to help the poor sweet lovers.  Do

not be so hard

on yourself, my love.  There was no way you could know!" said

Beowul."Agreed,

there was simply no way you could have known," Jake said, "Do not

torture yourself with thoughts of it.  I do not hold it against

you and I know that Neville will not either.  He will love you all

dearly once he gets to know you I can assure you.  A sweeter and kinder boy you will never meet.  I will indeed need

your help to find him though.  I know of your skills as trackers.

 We must go back to where you held me last night and from there

you will be able to track back to where I left the boy.""Agreed!

 We must go with haste!  Let us be off with no further

discussion or delay, my loves.  The poor, sweet whelp waits alone for

his love to rescue him!  It is so tragic I cannot bear it!" exclaimed Jex.They

all

agreed that they must head out immediately and travel as fast as they

could to return to their camp.  They had been marching for the

better part of the day at a very slow pace because they were carrying

Jake.  The evening was wearing on and sunset was approaching fast.

 Still, with no burden and all of them

able to move at speed it would not take them much more than a

few hours to

get back."Jex, my poor sweet love, you are overcome, my dear,

and clearly overly distraught.  You and Tithan stay with Jake and

come at the best pace you all can manage.  Jake has been trussed

up and strung under a pole all day and it will take him some time to

find his legs properly.  Lox, Stenwul and myself shall run ahead

back to our camp and track back to where the poor helpless whelp is

hiding.  We will bring him back towards you with all haste!" said

Beowul as he and the other two turned to leave."No!  Hold a moment!" yelled Jake as the kobolds got ready to run.The three stopped and turned back to him."Neville

does not know your true nature.  I should have told him but it

would have required a great deal of explanation and discussion and we

were in a desperate hurry and had much else of import to discuss first.  Please, when you find him do not

approach him.  He will react out of fear and hatred and he may

bring harm upon himself.  Keep your distance.  Stay near him, but stay

hidden.  Jex and Tithan will help me find you when we catch up.

 Above all I need you to be at your fiercest to keep my love safe

from the human soldiers until I have him back in my arms," pleaded Jake.Beowul

growled deep and loud and his voice went down a full register as he

said, "If any of them attempt to harm the whelp in my presence

I will strip them of their fucking skins and tear out their rancid

livers!""I would rip off their heads and shit in their bloody neck holes!  They would know the true fury of a kobold!" Lox spat."I would suck out their twice-fucked eyes and piss in the sockets!" snarled Stenwul.The

sudden change in the kobolds' demeanor was startling.  They

menacingly snarled and growled and barked like a hunting pack

as they worked themselves into a frenzy at the thought of the boy being threatened.The

three turned without another word and they became almost a blur as they

went down on all fours and launched themselves at speed back the way

they had all come.Jake was once again happy to see that the

nature of the creatures had not changed over the years.  They were

the fiercest warriors he had ever encountered when anyone they cared about was at risk and Neville could not

possibly be in better company.  He did not hold much hope for any

of Braddock's men who might attempt to harm the boy.He thought of the condition the soldiers would be left in should they tangle with the three kobolds and it made him smile.There

was no doubt the boy would be safe provided he'd had the presence of

mind to continue to wait in his hiding place as Jake had asked him to do....Neville

had been running at a slow and steady pace for what seemed

like hours.  He would stop and rest occasionally and take

sips from one

of his water skins and nibble at his rations, and then begin to run

again.It was well past midnight by now and he felt that he

should be a good distance beyond the place he and Jake had stopped to

rest the night before, but he wasn't sure of anything.He knew

he was heading in more or less the same direction the smith had been

leading them but he may have veered more towards the base of the

mountains.  As yet there was no sign of the river that Jake had

mentioned.He stopped once more to rest and get some energy

back.  As he sat and his breath returned to him and his hearing was no

longer full of his own labored breathing he started to notice sounds

coming from off in the distance ahead and to his right.  He

strained to hear what it was but he couldn't make it out well.He

stood and began to walk quietly and carefully in that direction.

 As he got closer to the source he found to his alarm that it

sounded almost like a battle.  He could hear the sounds of

struggle and grunts and shouts in both high voices and very deep

unfamiliar sounding voices.No, it couldn't be a true battle.

 He did not hear the clash of metal or the harsh cries of pain

that would have to accompany that.Suddenly a terrifying thought

occurred to him.  What if it was the kobold army preparing for

their attack?  Neville had almost walked right into them!  He would

be torn to tiny shreds in seconds if the whole army came upon him!

 He had to change direction and run for his life before any of

them discovered him!He turned and began to run away from the

sound as his heart hammered at his chest in fear, but he quickly slowed

and then stopped as he came to another realization.If this was the kobold army then this is where the vicious creatures who'd raped Jake would have taken him!He

could not give up on the smith.  It was likely suicide to approach

the kobolds but what choice did he have?  He'd been ready to die

earlier to sacrifice himself for his family and his town.  How was

this any different?  He would gladly risk his life in an attempt

to save his true love.  He would need to approach carefully to

give himself the best chance of staying undiscovered.Suddenly

he thought again of the grunts and groans and sounds of struggle he'd

heard.  What if those were the sounds of brutal sex?  What if

they had already begun to rape Jake to death?!He broke into a run back in the direction he'd heard the commotion.He had not been running long before once again he noticed the forest being lit up by the glow of firelight.He

slowed and approached more cautiously keeping his eyes peeled for

guards or sentries moving about but he saw none yet.  The woods

were thick and he felt he would be safe if he stayed deep in the cover

of the trees as he made his way closer.As he finally got to a position from which he could see into the camp he was completely flummoxed by what he saw.There was a large bonfire in the middle of a clearing and there

was not a kobold anywhere to be seen.  What he saw instead were

great, huge, very thickly muscled, slate grey colored men.

 Interspersed between them were other men who were average height, but narrow

and lanky with dark green skin.  These must be ogres and orcs!Neville

was abashed at what they were doing though.  At first he'd thought

they were fighting without weapons, and then quickly noticed they were not

struggling against, but rather with each other.  They appeared to be enjoying an orgy!There were large piles of armor and weapons scattered about on the ground, so clearly these were all soldiers.Neville looked more closely at each race.  He'd never seen them before and had only ever heard them described.The

massive ogres had so much muscle on their arms, legs, chest and waists

and even their necks that they looked like they could likely snap an

oak tree in half without any effort.  They looked like they would

be a foot or two taller than the blacksmith perhaps, probably eight feet tall at least, and almost twice

the mass due to the gigantic muscles that covered their entire frame.

 All of those he saw were completely naked.  Their skin was a

dark slate grey but it almost seemed to have a luminous depth to it.

 It looked like slate that had been smoothly ground to a flat

finish and then heavily waxed and polished.  It was quite

beautiful as it conformed to the rippling muscles beneath.Their

hands and feet were thick and large as well.  Their thick necks

continued up to large, low and wide heads that narrowed slightly towards the top with a very broad nose and

wide mouth.  Each had two long tusks protruding up and slightly

outward from behind their lower lip at the outside edges of their

mouths.  Their eyes were deep set under large brows.  They

had thick, short, triangular shaped ears jutting straight out of the

sides of their heads cupped slightly forward and drooped slightly

downward toward the tips.  Some had bald heads but some had a

thick tuft of stiff looking hair sticking straight up in the center of

their pate.  Most impressive of all though, and Neville was having

a hard time ungluing his eyes, were their genitals.Their

balls

were absolutely massive.  Each testicle looked to be as large as a

cantaloupe

melon and they were encased in sacks the size of a small bag of flour.

 To Neville's astonishment their penises were at least a foot and

a half long and four inches wide.  He noticed with interest that

they were only slightly wider and longer than the largest of the

cucumbers Neville had ever hidden up his rectum.  Their massive

cocks had a large head but instead of the sort of swooping, mushroom

like shape of the head of a human penis, the ogres' cock heads were

blunt and looked the same from the top, bottom and both sides.  It

looked similar to what you'd see if you sliced a grapefruit in

half, hollowed it out, and stuck it on the end of a large wooden bat.

 He doubted

very much

that he could stuff one of those into his mouth, and then he wondered why

that disappointed him.  He also realized that he might be able to

take one of the smaller ones into his ass if he loosened himself up a great deal first, and then wondered

why the thought

appealed to him.  He reminded himself that these were cruel,

brutal monsters.Still,

they were stunningly masculine looking

and very appealing.  The skin of their genitals was the same

beautiful, deep, wet

looking slate grey.  They had a very thick forest of dark, curly

pubic hair that went down around the base of their penis, covered their balls,

and continued around and behind and up their butt cracks.  They

had extremely thick, soft bushes of hair under each arm as well.

 Neville wished he could sniff them as those bushes must surely

collect a great deal of their masculine sweat and musk.  Neville

thought they were the most impressive

and attractive things he'd ever seen.  He could not stop thinking

about what they would smell like and taste like and how their smooth

slate colored skin would feel stretched over their hard rippling muscles.

 He felt his

cock swelling inside his breechclout.He turned his focus on the

orcs.  The color of their skin was a rich, deep, forest green.

 He found it quite attractive.  In contrast to the massive

and thick ogres the orcs were very slender and fit looking, and average height.  He

estimated they would be taller than himself, but not as tall as Jake.  They had very

distinct muscle definition and it looked like their strength came more

from the efficiency and density of the muscles they had.

 The muscles looked like fat steel cables running around their frames

bulging only as much as they needed to to get the job done.  Their

arms and legs were long in relation to their torsos.  Their hands

and feet were long and slender as well.  Their bodies seemed to

move with an assured grace and power, like a well-trained martial artist.Their

long, thin necks led up to a head that got slightly wider towards the

top.  They had a small chin and a fairly long and slender and

slightly hooked nose.  Their mouth was

small with fairly thin lips.  Their eyes were slightly angled and

fairly small and appeared to be black.  They had very small yet

long and quite pointed ears

that raked backwards at an upward angle from the sides of their heads.  All of their

heads were bald.  In fact, they did not appear to have any hair

anywhere on their bodies.  Over all their bodies were quite

appealing.  Their faces were not ugly, but most definitely not

their best feature.  Neville thought that if their heads

could be covered

with the flour sack he'd thought of earlier he would not kick them out

of his bed as he would definitely like to get closer to their tight and

fit bodies with the deep green skin.  Again he wondered why he had

such nasty, sexual thoughts about these cruel and vicious monsters

while his member continued to throb at the sight before him.He

began to look more closely at the orcs' genitals and was astonished by

what he saw.  Neville was disappointed to see that they did not

actually have scrotums in the normal sense.  They had two hard

looking bumps between their legs that did not jut out very far.

 Perhaps they kept their balls inside?  In any case, Neville

loved big, hanging balls so he was not impressed by that part of their

anatomy.  Their cocks however completely made up for the lack of

balls in a most unexpected way.  They were very slender, not much

wider than Neville's own, but they were extremely long.  At least

two feet long, probably closer to three.That was not the astonishing part

though.  As he watched an orc move up behind an ogre who was bent

over another ogre and fucking him brutally, the orc's cock began to

snake and probe and explore the ogre's ass on its own!  It was

like an elephant's trunk and was able to bend and twist and move around

trying to find the best approach to the ogre's insides.  The long

slender cock had no head whatsoever.  It just came to a rounded

blunt end.  Instead of a piss slit it appeared to have a sphincter,

almost like an asshole.  He wondered briefly why it

would need a sphincter instead of just a regular slit.The orc

he watched was standing completely still with his hands on the ogre's

wide muscular ass and his head tilted back with his eyes closed in

pleasure.  His cock curved and straightened repeatedly as it

probed around and when it finally found the entrance it plunged forward

and the orc followed it in about half way while he moaned in pleasure.

 Then, on its own, the orc's cock began to curve downward as it

pulled itself out of the ogre and then straighten out again as it

pushed itself back in.  It was amazing to watch.Neville

was

so enraptured by the sight of it he nearly spilled his own seed in his

breechclout.  He had always been fascinated by penises but he had

never even imagined anything like this one.  It seemed to have a

mind of its own and it knew what it wanted.  Somehow that gave it

that extra edge of lustful power.  Neville was beginning

to breathe heavily as he scanned around and instead of looking at a

specific monster he began to take in the bigger picture of the things

they were doing.All around the camp fire there were orcs

coupled with orcs, ogres with ogres, orcs fucking ogres, and so on.

 The ones that caught his eye the most readily though at once

amazed and horrified him.Some of the orcs were getting fucked

by, or were sucking the cocks of the ogres.  The ogres' cocks were

so incredibly thick, and the orcs' bodies so very thin and narrow, that Neville

could actually see the shape of the ogres' thick cocks as they moved along inside the

orcs' bodies.  It was as though the orcs' bodies were stretching to accommodate the massively oversized cocks of the ogres.One

orc in particular was in a very dangerous looking

position facing downward between two ogres who were standing.  One ogre had his

cock buried deeply in the orc's ass and Neville could see the shape of

the cock moving along under the skin of the orc's pubic area and up towards its belly as the ogre held

the orc's slender hips with both hands and grunted deep and loud while

thrusting forward.  Neville thought he could hear the sound of the

orc's hip joints popping as they were spread apart by the huge, thick

cock driven by the intense force of the giant ogre's thrust and was

disgusted yet strangely aroused by the

power of it.At

the orc's face was another ogre who was doing the

same to its mouth.  The ogre had his hands on both sides of the

orc's head while he pushed his cock in.  It looked as though the

orc's jaw had completely come off its hinges and was hanging down as

the ogre grunted and thrust in and out of the orc's throat.  As

the ogre pushed his cock in, Neville saw the orc's neck

thickening along with the massive head of the ogre's penis and he

could follow the

cock's movement as it made its way down inside the throat toward the orc's

stomach.The

ogres were so large in relation to the orc that he was suspended in the

air between the ogres, being held there by the back ogre's hands gripping his

hips and the front ogre's hands gripping his head.  His hands and

feet were at least a foot above

the ground and they hung fairly still.  The orc could not possibly be able to breathe properly

with that massive log being shoved down his throat while he hung

between them and Neville felt somewhat afraid for the monster.All

the time the orc was being held in the air and pummeled at both ends by

the massive ogres

and their mighty cocks, the orc's long slender cock was snaking around

between the legs of the ogre behind it and trying to fuck the ogre's

ass.  It couldn't quite reach that far and still make it in to

the hole but it was an amazing sight to see it hornily rubbing

itself

along the ogre's furry, sweaty crack.  Clearly the orc was

enjoying his rough treatment and his cock was responding by trying to

fuck the ogre as well.Suddenly a very strange

thing happened.  The orc's long slender cock quickly came out of its curved shape probing the ogre's ass and became as

straight as a rod pointed toward the ground.  The

base of the orc's long, green cock began to swell.  To Neville's amazement it

continued to thicken at the base and it looked as though a small orange were being

pushed from inside of the base of the cock and along the shaft.

 The cock stretched and conformed as the large ball made its way

very slowly toward the cock head, looking like a snake regurgitating a rat.  The orc's arms and legs began

to rub furiously at the legs of the ogre in front and the one behind

like the orc was in the deepest throes of passion, or perhaps he was suffocating and trying to get free!  Neville

suddenly realized with terror that the ogres were fucking the orc to

death!He

watched in horror as the ball made its way to the end

of the orc's cock and stalled briefly right at the tip, being held from

release by the tightly closed sphincter, while the orc flailed his arms

and legs even more desperately.  The end of the cock swelled

a bit

more and then quite

suddenly the sphincter released and expanded to a huge size and the

entire ball shot out and fell to the ground with a splash.  It was

a single, massive gob of semen!  The spunk looked completely

normal

and was a wonderful pearly white.  There was a huge amount.

 Neville suddenly found himself wondering what it would be like to

be holding the tip of that penis with his lips just as that ball of cum

exploded out the end of it to fill his mouth instantly and once again

at the thought of it he rubbed hard at his penis and began moaning

softly himself.He looked around the scene at all the action and

his eyes came upon an ogre who'd been fucking another ogre's ass very hard, and was

clearly reaching his orgasm as he bucked and moaned with his head

tilted back.  Suddenly he pulled out of the ogre he'd been buried

in and ran his massive penis along the other ogre's ass crack and

pushed it forward.  As it jutted upward from between the kneeling ogre's ass cheeks the

rutting ogre grunted loudly once, and a massive stream of cum began to surge

from the thick penis.Neville

could not believe his eyes.

 The semen was not erupting in spurts but in a steady flow like

the ogre was urinating a thick, white stream that arced through the air

and landed on the other huge ogre's upper back and head.  Neville

was so

aroused by the massive amount of spunk that he finally began bucking

against his own hand and reached his orgasm.  His seed shot out

into his breechclout and he felt his cock spurting over and over as he

watched the steady stream of cum from the ogre finally begin to slow

and then stop.  He must have released at least a gallon or more of

pearly white fluid across the other ogre's back.  As Neville began

to come down from his orgasm he wondered how all of that seed would

taste.Then he remembered the poor orc between the other two

ogres and turned his eyes back to that scene.  To his horror he

saw that the orc's limbs were dangling loosely between the ogres while

they still humped at him brutally at both ends.  Neville had been

right.  The orc could not breathe and he'd suffocated.  He'd

been fucked to death!  Suddenly the ogre at the back began to buck

harder as he reached his orgasm.Neville's eyes went wide as he

watched.  The ogre pushed once hard and held the position and the orc's

ass began to literally expand from the volume of seed being pumped into

it.  This sight seemed to cause the front ogre, with his cock buried deeply in the orc's throat, to reach his orgasm and he

thrust and held.  Now the orc's belly began to swell and grow as

it filled with the ogre's seed.  Finally the ogre at the back

pulled his cock out and lowered the orc's ass to the ground while the

ogre's cum began to spray out of it under pressure.  The front

ogre waited a bit longer to finish expending his spunk into the orc's

belly and then pulled his cock out of the orc's mouth and lowered the

head so the orc was now limp on the ground, lying on his side, and did not appear to be breathing at all.Neville was aghast.

 They'd actually fucked the orc to death!  He started looking

around the camp and suddenly noticed there were other orcs limp on the

ground and clearly not breathing as well and he saw one other with a

full belly being pulled off the cock of the ogre that filled it and

then laid on the ground.The orcs were all being fucked to death by the ogres!He

was horrified and he could not take anymore.  He turned in panic

and ran.  He did not want to be caught by them and come to the

same end.He

rushed headlong through the dark forest away from the nightmare along

the trail he had made when he came upon the scene to begin with.

 Why

was it soldiers all seemed to see sex as a way to torture or even kill

another person?  What sort of sick animals were they?He

didn't know how long he'd run but he felt that it still wasn't long

enough and he kept going as fast as he could.  He was making much

more noise than he should be and crashing through the grasses and

underbrush leaving an obvious trail behind him but he couldn't take the

time to be cautious.In

his carelessness he didn't see the man ahead in the darkness until he

ran right into him and crashed into his mailed chest.  It was a

soldier!Neville turned to run the other way and ran

smack into another soldier who had come up quickly behind him.  The soldier grabbed both his wrists and held him in

an iron grip as he struggled."Why so anxious to escape boy, were you not looking forward to the thirty cocks that were so eager to use you?"Neville's

heart sank as he realized this must be one of the men who was in the inn and had raped him.  He stopped struggling.

 He was being held firmly and there was no chance of escaping now.He

raised his head to look closely at the man's face and just as he'd

suspected, it was one of Braddock's officers.  Neville recognized

the face of the one that had stood by and pleasured himself and shot

his spunk all over Neville's back and hair.  He still had the

man's dried cum on his back.  He looked around at the other man

behind him but didn't recognize the face.  He must be just another

soldier."We've

been following your blundering trail since we picked it up back near

the village.  Lord

Braddock was less than pleased when he discovered your escape, even less so by the antics of your father following that.

 We have been

scouring the countryside for the villagers with the intent to kill them

and simply make it look like the kobolds did it.  You, however, have

a high price on your head.  You are wanted very much alive.

 I can happily say there will likely be two earldoms in it for me

when I bring you back to the commander for him to play with."Braddock wanted you dead before, but now that you've angered him he

wants you alive so he can make you suffer.  He's

decided he will be keeping you in his dungeon to enjoy and to share

with all of his sick and demented friends for as many years as it takes

to become tired

of the game.  I know him well enough to tell you with certainty

that he will

never get tired of it and will simply escalate the debauchery to keep

things interesting.  I would not wish your future on my worst

enemy," the officer jeered.Something

in Neville seemed to

break

and he simply lost any will or desire to try to escape.  His life

had become a living nightmare, hunted by his own people through the

dark night filled with vicious and evil monsters at ever turn, and he

had lost the will to fight.

 He stood

still and did not attempt to struggle as he was roughly handled and his

hands were bound behind him.  He was gagged and a rope was tied

around

his neck and then tied to the other soldier to prevent any attempt to

run.  A sack was then put over his head.  He could hear the

officer and the other soldier begin walking in front of him and then

the rope around his neck went taught and he was yanked forward to

follow them.It sounded like his family and friends had escaped

the town and were out in this dangerous

forest full of demented monsters and being hunted by Braddock's men

just

as Neville had been.  There could not possibly be any hope for

them either in this nightmare world.  Neville was finally

caught and they would

likely all be caught as well.  At least they would have the mercy

of being killed by the sound of it.It appeared Neville would not be so lucky.