Priestesses of Venus

We lived in the back country. Endless, untamed forest and field. Never had I seen any of the magnificent cities or even any of the larger towns that supposedly existed in the Kingdom of Angorn.

But I loved the stories.

Majestic castles, fearless knights, honor and glory! Stories like that excited me, made me think life could be about more than just filling one's stomach.

Nothing like that ever happened out on our farm though. Or even in town, though there were only four buildings in our little village and I had only been to town a handful of times in my life. Sometimes I wondered if castles really existed or if they were only as real as dragons.

My thoughts were on these far away fantasies when my father's voice jerked me back to Earth. "C'mon Eddie, I'm not gonna tell you again. Stop day-dreaming and get Boris squared away for the night! Make sure you lock the shed before you wash up for dinner!"

"Yes sir," I responded, appropriately chastened for standing around while everyone else worked hard. This was not the first time I'd been caught staring off into space. Or the hundredth.

My younger brother and my father headed for the house, leaving me alone in the field to finish up the work I'd neglected to complete. The sun was already almost under the horizon.

I guided Boris, our family's lone ox, back to his paddock and made sure to lock the gate behind him. The bovine turned around and stared back at me. I swear he had the same poorly disguised look of disappointment in his eyes that my father had.

Even though I was the eldest, I was universally seen as the weakest member of my family. Don't get me wrong, my family loved me, and I loved them. It was nothing mean-spirited. But I was always the black sheep, the odd man out, different than my parents and my brother and sister.

They were all fair-haired, while my locks were jet black. And that was the smallest of the differences. They always seemed to be made of sturdier stuff like good countryfolk should be, while I was brittle and frail. My brother was two years younger than me, but he stood a foot taller with at least 10 kilos more muscle. My father shared his tall, robust frame. Even my sister seemed beefier than me, though I was a little taller so we were actually about the same weight.

I looked more like our mother. I was fit, but my frame was slim. Lithe, you might say. In war, I could maybe be an archer. Never a swordsman, just wasn't built that way.

Everyone knew it wasn't really my fault that I was different. I wasn't doing it on purpose. But it still annoyed them. So whenever I ACTUALLY did something wrong - like run behind on chores due to my day-dreaming - everyone's frustration boiled over.

It didn't seem to matter that today was my 18th birthday. If anything, that made things worse. A full grown man and he's still that weak-looking? And still day-dreams? How will he find a wife? How will he provide? My father had been looking around for work for me, maybe something like a stable boy on the local lord's estate, the lord who actually owned our farm, but so far nothing had been found.

That night at dinner, everyone seemed just worn out, but my mother always managed a smile for me. "Happy Birthday, Eddie." She looked at my father, who swallowed his last bite and then reached into his satchel. Out came a bright red apple, only a little bruised on one side, but ripe enough you could smell it. It smelled good. He handed it to me with a little nod.

"Thank you, Mother! Thank you, Father!"

They managed weak smiles back at me, even my brother and sister, though their eyes kept drifting back to the fruit.

"Let's split it!" I suggested. The smiles increased to full strength now. My father made quick work of it with his knife and an instant later we each had a fifth of an apple to enjoy, savoring every nibble.

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In the morning, my brother and I had just gotten out in the fields when we heard a clamor and saw dust on the road. Seconds later, a carriage flying the royal insignia flew past, escorted by a dozen knights on horseback in full armor.

This was, by far, the most interesting thing that had ever happened to us. I mean, that time we came across a lizard fighting a snake by the creek was a close second, but this was truly exciting.

My brother and I looked at each other for a second before dropping our tools and sprinting toward the house to see what was happening.

As we came over the hill, we spied an older, severe-looking man dressed in fine clothes step out of the carriage and enter the one bedroom house to talk to my parents. My sister was standing in the yard, ogling the fancy horses and their riders.

When we got close, two of the men stepped into our path. One held up a hand. "Stop! That's far enough."

"We live here."

The knight just stared us down and shook his head. "The king has business in there. You boys wait out here until they're done."

My siblings and I stood in the yard, confused and speculating. Was this good or bad?

Bad, of course. This was the country, where things don't get any more real. We were all too old to believe in fairy tales.

Finally, my father opened the door and called me in. When I stepped inside, I saw that my mother had been crying. My father looked.... generally pissed, a look I had seen on him many times, but he also looked scared. I'd never seen that before.

"You must be Eddie! I am Master Rogen, Captain of the Royal Guards. You are to come with us at once as a matter of grave importance for the kingdom."

"What? I... I don't understand."

"The king has sent us here on a secret mission. I'll share what I can with you along the way, but we must leave at once," he said, already moving for the door.

I turned back to my parents in shock. Could this really be happening? My mother started to sob and forced herself to smile through it, "I know you'll make us proud, Eddie! You'll be fine. Just do as the Master here tells you and remember what we've taught you." She pulled me close and whispered in my ear, "There was nothing here for you anyway. You're always dreaming of adventure, now's your chance, baby!" She handed me a bag she'd packed with my meager possessions.

Five minutes later, after hurried goodbyes to my father and siblings, I watched the house shrink behind us through the back window of the carriage. I was in shock and more than a bit scared, my entire life felt like it had been blown away in a half hour.

But at the same time, my mother was right. This was just like the stories I loved. The kingdom needed me. Adventure and glory await!

At the main road, I noticed we turned east. Away from the capital. Strange...

"Where are we going?"

Rogen ignored me. He had his hat low over his eyes, but he couldn't have fallen asleep so quickly.

"The capital is the other way, you know. Are you sure we're going the right way?"

Without lifting his hat, Rogen spoke, "We're headed for Aldea on the eastern frontier."

The eastern frontier?!

"Orc territory," I said under my breath.

Rogen tipped his hat up and looked at me. Maybe respect in his eyes that I knew geography beyond our hamlet?

"What do you know about orcs?" he asked me with all seriousness in his voice.

"Ummm, well they're brutes. Mindless savages that raped and murdered and burned our villages until we defeated them at the Battle of Twin Rivers. Since then, no orc has dared cross into the kingdom's lands in a hundred years." I smiled, happy that I'd been able to recite the history my mother had taught me.

Rogen did not return my smile. "Closer to 200 years now. And defeated is.... the wrong word. Though that is the version most of our subjects believe." I stared back at him in suspense, waiting for him to continue. But instead he dropped his hat back over his eyes.

The carriage rocked back and forth in silence for another kilometer.

And then unexpectedly he spoke again, "It was a peace that was... negotiated at the Battle of Twin Rivers. By a human woman, a commoner in fact, who was there to tend to the wounded. She recognized that humans and elves had something the orcs wanted, something that couldn't be taken by force."

'What is he referring to?' I began to wonder, but he kept speaking.

"The pact that the orcs signed with the three human kingdoms and the two elven kingdoms requires an annual tribute, including a pledge that's just come of age with royal blood. And every fifth year, that duty falls to our kingdom. This is our year."

"A pledge?" I stammered.

"Someone who pledges themselves to a lifetime of service in the Temple of Venus."

"What is the Temple of Venus?"

"You'll find out more soon."

My head swam with disorganized thoughts. There was something else he had said. Something that bothered me.

My head shot up. "You said the pledge has to have royal blood, right?!"

"Yep."

"Then what do you want with me?"

He smiled like I was so slow that he was embarrassed for me. "What? Did you really think you were the only dark-haired person in your family by chance?"

He sighed and then chuckled looking back out the window. "In some ways it's good our king likes his drink and has sired bastards in almost every village in the land."

I felt offended, but when I opened my mouth to retort I couldn't say why.

We passed the rest of the road to Aldea in silence.

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The carriage stopped outside an establishment that judging by the women dressed like sluts outside was a brothel and judging by how beautiful they were was an expensive one.

Rogen led me past the girls, who openly looked me up and down, and we entered the building.

"Welcome to The Fragrant Rose, gentleman!" an older, plump woman announced, her massive breasts threatening to jiggle free of her bodice as she scurried over. Then she seemed to do a double-take of Rogen.

"Oh, my Lord, it's you! We received your special items. Everything is ready as we discussed."

Before Rogen could say anything, she noticed me behind him, "Ah, and this must be the special boy!" She moved around him to crush me in a hug.

I had never been called special. At least not in a positive way. Even though it seemed that my bloodline was the only special thing about me, it still felt good to hear her say that.

She turned towards the stairs and screeched, "FIONA! ABBY! GET DOWN HERE NOW!"

For a moment, there was no response. Then the staircase started to shake as two young women bustled down to answer their mistress's call.

They were, without a doubt, the two most beautiful creatures I had ever laid eyes on.

A blonde and a brunette, both dressed like succubi in thigh-high boots and tiny tunics that barely covered the length of tit to tush. The blonde looked a bit softer, with more cherubic facial features and less muscle tone. The brunette had sharp features and a devious glint in her eye.

"Girls, this is the special guest we discussed last week."

The girls looked a bit lost.

"The one that the elvish items are for..."

"Ohhh!" the girls turned to each other with huge smiles growing on their faces, "Ooohh, this is that one? Oh come right this way, cutie!"

The two beauties moved to either side of me, each taking an arm and leading me towards the stairs.

Rogen stepped in our way and gave me a severe look. "Eddie, you do whatever these girls tell you to do, am I clear? It may seem strange, but this is all part of your sacred duty to the crown and to the people of this kingdom. Don't let us down!"

***The girls had no idea what he was talking about. Maybe it's part of his kink, some kind of role play, they figured. The instructions he'd provided had been exceedingly specific... and naughty. Whatever, coin is coin.***

When we got to the staircase, they took me down instead of up. We entered a tile floored chamber with a tub big enough for three. I wasn't at all certain about what was to happen here, but I hoped I'd see them naked at least.

They ignored the tub and instead moved me into a chair where they washed and cut my hair. They plucked my eyebrows too, which was a special kind of torture. The girls fussed and giggled over me but eventually seemed satisfied with their creation. I wondered what I looked like. Maybe I could get a glimpse of my reflection in the tub water...

Abby, the blonde, had started adding boiling hot water and soap to it, while Fiona tugged on my shirt and raised it over my head. When she went for my pants next, I protested.

"Hey!"

Fiona raised an eyebrow in admonishment.

"Well... why should I have to be the only one naked?" I settled with, unable to think of any better objection.

Fiona remained stone-faced for a moment before cracking a smile. "Sure hon!" She pulled down her dress to free a fantastic pair of tatas. "Abby!" she called over her shoulder, "our little lord here wants to see some tits!"

Abby smiled at me. "Well, why didn't he say so sooner?" Her fat jugs flopped out a moment later. They were topped with impossibly big pink areolae with perky nipples in the centers.

A wide smile spread across my face, and I giggled involuntarily. I couldn't help it. Standing there just a few feet from four bare bosoms just made me feel irrationally happy. I guess great tits have magical powers. They were the closest things to enchanted artifacts I'd ever come across, but that was about to change.

Fiona stripped off the rest of my clothing without any more resistance from me. She opened a locked trunk in the corner and retrieved a little jar. It seemed to be ceramic and beautifully decorated with what I later learned were elvish runes.

Fiona smirked at me as she opened the jar. "Put your hands on the wall and spread your legs, lucky boy! We're gonna rub you down!"

Grinning like someone who had just discovered buried treasure, I hurried to follow her orders with my cock sticking straight out in front of me. I purred like a kitten as four female hands began to smear a thick, greasy off-white ointment all over my body.

"What is that stuff?" I asked out of curiosity, though I was much more interested in the hand fondling my balls than in the answer.

"You'll have to ask your Master. He sent us a bunch of items with very specific instructions. Fanciest jar I ever saw. Stuff doesn't smell great though." Abby giggled as she slathered the ointment onto my back and into the crack of my butt.

Once my back side was coated, they had me turn around. "Keep those hands on the wall behind you now! Good boy!"

I was delighted their requests were so simple. I would have done anything for this pair of ladies. I was so aroused it was a miracle I hadn't lost my jizz yet. Thankfully I had jerked off last night, but even so I was barely hanging on.

Abby rubbed the cream carefully on my face, smearing it across my cheeks and carefully spreading it around my chin and upper lip. My scalp and eyebrows were the only parts of my body spared.

While Abby worked on my upper half, Fiona squatted down in front of me. She must have sensed how close I was to orgasm because she spread the cream very delicately over my pubic region and then lightly onto my cock with only a single light finger.

"Ohhhh!" I struggled not to cum and my dick jumped at her touch. She grinned, "Good boy! Hold that cum in for us. Very good!" It was a delicious torture.

I was panting when they finally stepped away.

I had done it. I had managed not to cum. I smiled with satisfaction at my ability to evade ejaculation.

But my smile faded when I looked down. Some of the white goo on my skin had turned a bright bluish color.

"What the hell?!"

"No, no, it's fine," Abby reassured me, "that's what's supposed to happen. The parchment in the chest said to keep it on until it all turns blue."

I looked back to the chest in the corner from whence she'd retrieved the jar of goo. I looked back at her quizzically.

"You can read?"

"Ha! Sure, she's actually a mage who just pretends to be a whore for fun!" Fiona teased.

Abby looked embarrassed. "Well I can! I mean um, a little, I can," she stammered unconvincingly, "but there was so many strange words. Even the Matron didn't know all of them. She had to have an older man come and explain some parts to us."

I just nodded as I watched the ointment on my dick change from white to blue.

"Looks all blue on this side. Turn around for us, boy," Fiona commanded.

I sheepishly complied, exposing my backside to them again.

"What do you think, Abby?" Fiona asked playfully.

"Looks blue to me!" Abby smiled back, "But what about where we can't see?"

"Good point, Abby," Fiona nodded sagely, "Reach back and spread for us, boy! We've gotta check in your crack too."

I was pretty sure they were making fun of me now. It was so much more humiliating to expose myself to them than it had been to allow them to strip me and rub the cream on me. I tried to think of something to say, but the humiliation was clouding my thoughts and I just wanted this part to be over. I pouted and huffed as I bent forward slightly, grabbed my butt cheeks, and pulled them apart.

I stood there with my eyes closed, waiting for them to tell me I could stop.

Silence.

"Well?" I finally managed to say with a frog in my throat.

"Looks like a pretty blue butt to me!" Fiona exclaimed, and both girls erupted with giggles.

I let go of my buttocks and stood back up straight. "Alright, alright, you've had your fun," I said, trying to even out my voice and take back some of my dignity.

"Tub time!" Abby announced good-naturedly. She took me by the hand and ushered me into the tub. The warm water felt divine. To my delight, both girls quickly stripped bare naked and joined me in the water.

"Mmmmm, isn't this nice?" Fiona cooed.

"Y- y- yeah," I stammered, unable to believe my good fortune to be bathing naked with two nymphs.

"You just relax, hun, we'll scrub you clean!" Abby smiled as she pressed her soft, smooth flesh into my back and slid her washcloth against my shoulder.

"Just don't cum!" Fiona teased me as she brushed her own cloth across my chest.

It wasn't easy. I closed my eyes and panted with arousal as they washed me. The contrasting feelings of the rough washcloths, the petite feminine hands, and the soft pendulous breasts against my skin - it was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I knew in that moment that I was lucky. Most people probably die without ever experiencing something like this.

With that pleasant thought, I opened my eyes. That was when I noticed my chest hair was gone.

"What?! What happened to my chest hair?!" I cried.

"What did you think the cream was for, silly?" Fiona teased me while she kept working.

A sinking feeling bloomed in my gut. I felt tricked. I said nothing, staying passive as the girls finished with my arms and upper torso. When Fiona lifted my arm and scrubbed my armpit bare, I felt weak and vulnerable. Like I had been made a child again.

Abby swabbed my face. I hadn't yet ever worn a beard, but even so my cheeks felt smoother now without a hint of stubble. She saw the expression on my face and took pity on me.

"Hey now! It's just hair, sweetie. I like you smooth like this," she said, gracing me with a genuine smile while pinching my denuded nipple playfully. It cheered me up a little, and I managed a little smile back.

Fiona snorted. "Yeah, but you like to eat pussy too!"

Abby looked embarrassed and just giggled awkwardly as she moved her washcloth beneath the surface of the water to scrub my legs.

"Stand up," Fiona ordered. I decided I much preferred Abby over Fiona as I rose to my feet. Now the water ended at my knees.

An involuntary gasp escaped my lips when I saw that most of my pubic hair had been washed away by water pressure alone. Fiona carefully wiped away the rest with her cloth.

The shock and shame of the situation had diminished the effects of the nude beauties on my erection, but I still had a half chub. It wasn't outside the realm of possibility that a little inadvertent contact with a washcloth could push me over the orgasm threshold.

Fiona, it seemed, was taking no chances. She grabbed me by the balls, squeezed, and twisted.

"Oww! What-" I yelped, bending my knees and reaching for her wrist in self-defense.

"Stay still, keep your hands to yourself," Fiona commanded, all business, keeping my testicles firmly in her grasp.

With broad, rough strokes of the cloth, Fiona scrubbed the few remaining hairs from my pain-wilted manhood. Abby meanwhile scrubbed my buttocks and the backs of my thighs.

"Grab the edge of the tub while I get you back here," Abby instructed sweetly. I swallowed what little remained of my pride and bent forward to give her better access.

How quickly this bath had gone from heavenly to mortifying. The feeling of the pretty girl's hand on my ass, spreading me a bit so her washcloth could get right around my asshole, was humiliating and arousing at the same time.

Fiona released my balls so that Abby could scrub them too. I hoped that somehow they wouldn't notice my erection surging back to life.

Fiona grabbed a little bottle from the shelf next to the tub, and a moment later I felt oil being poured all over my butt.

"Now what?!" I asked bitterly. I felt like I had put up with a lot already.

"Shhhhh, just enjoy this," Fiona chided me as she started to rub the oil into my buttocks. The massage felt nice on my muscles. I looked over my shoulder at her spreading the oil all over the surface, making my smooth cheeks shine. She poured more oil at the top of my crack and used her thumbs to coat my inner cheeks.

It felt so strange, my bare greased cheeks rubbing against each other with hardly any friction. Like I was in a different body. And then I felt the girl's finger slip into my cleft to press the oil against my anus.

"Hey! What?!" I exclaimed, standing up straight and reaching my hands back to cover my vulnerable hole.

Fiona just shrugged, "It's what the Master ordered for you, take it up with him after if you don't like it. Now we're running late as it is, bend back over."

I stared back at her, considering my options. She stuck her jaw out and blew out a breath in frustration, adorably blowing a dry lock of hair away from her forehead.

"Look, I'll make it feel good for you. I promise. Just tell me if you feel like you're going to cum."

I bit my lip, still unsure whether or not to trust her. Without breaking eye contact with me, she spoke to the other girl who was just floating in the tub watching us. "Abby dear, why don't you get out and give our little lord something to play with while I finish our work in here."

The blonde obediently rose from the tub, her dripping, glistening form jiggling perfectly as she moved. She came around to stand just outside the tub facing me. She gave me a pitying smile before slowly reaching forward, grabbing my wrists, and gently guiding me forward until I was again clutching the side of the tub.

"Don't let go unless we say, ok?"

I nodded. I felt Fiona resume spreading the oil around my anus. She rubbed in down further, coating my hairless ball sack before gently applying some to my shaft and pubic area.

The sensation made me look down, but Abby caught my chin and raised my head back up. With a satisfied look, she grabbed her breast with her other hand and shoved it in my face.

My pupils went cross-eyed as I tried to keep her nipple in view.

I knew I was beaten at this point. Their raw sexuality was too much for me. I opened my mouth. Abby stuffed her tit inside, and I started to suckle. "Mmmm, good boy," Abby praised.

I felt a hand take my well-oiled balls into its grasp and the finger at my hole became more insistent.

And then it pushed inside me.

"Mmormrmm," I moaned into Abby's breast as I was penetrated for the first time. My hips reflexively tried to move forward to escape, but the hand around my testicles held me fast.

"Don't clench now. Relax your asshole for us, boy. Don't worry, you're not going to shite yourself with my finger plugging your butt."

I whimpered as I tried to keep my sphincter from crushing her finger. Abby whispered in my ear, "I know it feels weird the first time. But it can feel really good too. I've had some of my biggest orgasms with something up my butt." Fuck she was sexy.

I ran my tongue all over her stiff nipple, batting it back and forth. Abby purred approvingly. My hole loosened a bit, and Fiona started to finger-fuck me. I felt my dick go rigid.

Then she stuffed a second finger through my backdoor, and the pain soared anew.

I spit the wet nipple out. "Fuck, that hurts!" I complained.

"Of course it hurts. I'm stretching your virgin asshole," Fiona explained unhelpfully. But mercifully she held her fingers still to let me adjust. The grip of her other hand loosened on my balls, and she began to fondle them.

It helped. The pain had softened my cock enough that she chanced sliding her thumb along the underside of my shaft. I moaned as I accepted Abby's nipple in my mouth again. Soon Fiona was sawing two fingers through my stretched hole.

"I think we're ready for the next step, Abby," Fiona said.

"Oh right!" Abby plucked her breast from my lips and scurried back to open the chest. She came back with a little leather sack. Opening the draw string, she peered inside the sack before reaching in.

Withdrawing her hand, she passed Fiona what looked like a little sculpture, like a cross between an egg and an hourglass, made of what looked like polished silver. A moment later, I felt cold metal next to the fingers stretching my rim.

"Whoa, I dunno-"

"Use those cow udders, Abby!" Fiona barked in annoyance.

My head was pulled back by my hair and Abby's other tit was pressed past my lips. I mewled as I accepted it in my mouth, sucking on it submissively while Fiona pushed the toy forward as she withdrew her fingers.

The oily, stretched rim of my virgin asshole clamped tightly around the tip of the egg, halting its progress into my tunnel. I felt certain that the object was too big to fit inside my untrained opening.

Fiona moved the other end up, down, left and right, testing different angles. Her other hand lovingly kneaded and pulled on my ball sack. She drove her thumb into the tender flesh between my sack and my hole. Every time she pressed there, my hard cock jumped between my legs.

She started to fuck me with the metal toy, pushing a little further inside with each stroke. On the out-strokes, her thumb crushed my taint. On the in-strokes, she tugged my sack downwards. And all the while, my untouched penis got harder and harder.

Abby was holding my head close, but I managed to pull back enough to free my lips from her breast. "Fiona! You've got to stop! I... I think I might... Oooohh... you said to tell you if... OHHHHH FUCK AHHHHHHHH!!!"

The bitch shoved the whole thing inside me. At the same time, she crushed my balls in her hand and rammed her thumb into my soft spot. My ass screamed in pain as it was forced to swallow the widest part before clamping down tightly on the narrow neck. My anus seemed to suck the fucking thing deeper inside me, and I felt the flat base press tightly against my opening.

And right then, my cock pulsed once. 'No!' I begged silently, hoping to somehow avoid the inevitable. And then my orgasm hit me. Hard. My dick started spitting hot cum, and the muscles in my ass fired so hard I thought they were going to break the metal plug in half.

I started to hyperventilate and whine as the pain of my asshole spasming on the plug became unbearable. "Ohhhhh! No! Damn! Fuck! Uhhhh! Noooo, it's too big, take it out! Take it out!"

"Oh hush!" Abby scolded me with a little pat to my tush and a little smile on her face, "Fi and me take peckers bigger than that up the backdoor everyday!"

My hand left the side of the tub and reached back to pull the vile thing out myself.

But Fiona was ready for me. She tugged down hard on my balls, squeezing and twisting as she grabbed my hair with her other hand, pulling my head back, driving her elbow into my back as she moved us both forward so that my upper body fell over the side of the tub, which cut painfully into my hips.

"Just breathe, boy. It's all over now. Just relax."

I stopped fighting and sucked deep breaths in and out of my mouth.

"Hey Abby!" I heard Fiona say.

"What?"

"Grab the sack. We're ready for the next step."

Abby seemed confused. "Don't we have to-"

"Nope!" I could hear the mirth in Fiona's voice, "He just squirted against the inside of the tub."

"What?! No!" Abby pulled my head up to look me in the eyes. I looked away sheepishly. "Oh ho! We've got a butt slut on our hands!" They both started cackling like hens.

I had no fight in me. I tried to ignore them, focusing on the pain in my rear. It was slowly, very slowly, but steadily, diminishing.

Abby handed Fiona something. "No, this one's too big. Give me the next size down."

Abby handed her something else. I felt her push my softening cock through what felt like a stone ring, cold and rigid. My testicles were gently fed through next, first the left and then the right. Then the cold ring pressed tightly against my pelvis with my genitals hanging through. Next I felt similar cold stone surround my shaft and heard a little click.

"Alright baby, almost done. Let's get you out of the tub and over on the cushion." Fiona almost sounded sweet.

The girls let me up and helped me step from the tub. I saw that my genitals had been fitted inside a little device made of the same grayish ceramic material that the goop jar had been made of.

I leaned against Abby as we shuffled over to the mattress on the floor in the opposite corner of the room. The plug in my ass felt huge as I waddled bowlegged like a woman who had just given birth.

"Here we go, on your stomach, just like that," Abby soothed as she laid me down. She knelt next to me, stroking her fingers through my hair along my scalp. I turned my head to rest my cheek on the mattress and spied Fiona digging in the accursed chest. She found what she was looking for and started walking back towards us. In one hand, she had what looked like a little paintbrush, and in the other she carried a smaller gray ceramic jar.

'What else can they do to me?' I thought miserably.

"Just relax" Abby said as she straddled me with her knees on either side of my arms, pinning them to my sides with her thighs. She leaned forward towards my legs and spread my butt cheeks with her hands.

I tensed in preparation, expecting them to pull the plug out of my asshole. Instead, I heard the jar popped open and then I felt cool liquid on my lower back. I felt little movements in the liquid.

"What are you doing?" I asked, unsure whether I even wanted to know at this point.

Fiona ignored me. But a moment later, Abby spoke up. "She's painting a little design."

Fiona must have shot her a look.

"What?!" Abby defended herself, "Why shouldn't he know?"

"What design?" I asked, a vision of a penis with hearts around it entered my head as I tried to think of worst case scenarios.

"I dunno really..." Abby seemed to be searching for her words, "it's some kind of writing, elvish I guess, the Matron said this stuff was elvish. She's copying it off what's written on your... on your plug."

"I think it's done," Fiona said with a sigh, sitting back to appraise her work. "Oh wait, that part is missing one last stroke."

I felt her paintbrush swipe across my skin, and then something changed. I felt heat, rapidly rising temperature on my lower back, between my legs, and in my ass.

***The girls looked on in awe as the matching writing glowed like a flame on the boy's back and on the plug in his ass. It flashed bright and the boy screamed and bucked underneath them. The girls sprang back in fear. The boy went still, and the writing ceased to glow. It had changed color from the black paint they had used to a brilliant magenta tattoo***

The pain had been intense, but it disappeared as suddenly as it came. I blinked the tears out of my eyes. "Did you burn me with something?!" I asked.

"The... the parchment said it would make you feel good..." Abby stammered.

"Better," Fiona corrected her, "it said it would make him better."

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I gripped the seat of the carriage with white knuckles, desperate to dampen the bouncing of my plugged bottom against the seat as it rattled down the road.

It wasn't just the plug. My butt cheeks were still reddened from the spanking. You see, I kind of threw a fit when I finally escaped the basement. "What the FUCK, Rogen?! What the hell is going on?! Start talking or I'm going to-" The punch caught me in the upper part of my stomach, forcing the air completely out of my lungs and rendering me mute. As I pitched forward, he grabbed me by my freshly cut and styled hair and dragged me over his lap.

They had dressed me in fine clothes, in the colors of the king's banner with the royal insignia sown onto the breast. Underclothes too that fit tightly around my bum and caged balls. They were silky soft, lacy and feminine. I guessed they must have been worth more than my family's farm. I had never worn underclothes before. Fiona said they were required and to some extent they helped the fear I had that my plug might somehow fall out in public.

Rogen pulled my tunic up and grabbed my new underclothes. He yanked them up, pulling them deep into my cleft, tight around the plug, and baring most of my cheeks.

Then he started spanking me, right there in the Matron's chambers. I struggled, but he was inhumanly strong. He said nothing as he whaled on my rear, until my protests died into sobs. "You'll do as you're told, Eddie. Anything less will be considered treason. And then it'll be beheadings all around, for you and for your family. Do your duty!" And then he stood, dumping me unceremoniously on the ground at his feet.

Needless to say, I understood then that this was no fairytale.

Fiona had been rented to us for the next leg of our journey. Part of the deal Rogen had made with the Matron. Lovely.

The girls had been ecstatic after witnessing what they claimed must have been 'elven magic' in the basement. "Maybe they really are here on important business for the King!" Abby had squealed, "This is just like in the stories!" She had been quite put out when the Matron announced that only Fiona would be accompanying us for the next part of our mission.

Fiona sat next to Rogen in the carriage now, practically in his lap with his arm around her. "Isn't this exciting?! I've never seen the land of the orcs. Oooh!" She squealed and burst into giggles as Rogen gave her a squeeze and kissed her neck. I looked on with a mixture of envy and hatred for both of them.

Seeing my scowl, she gave me a wicked smirk. "I have a confession, Master sir. We didn't follow your instructions entirely."

Rogen suddenly looked seriously pissed. "You were given ample coin to do exactly what was on that parchment!" he roared.

Fiona was unperturbed. She giggled again. "No, no, it's fine. You see, the instructions said we were to make him cum with that hunk of metal in his bum. They suggested we suck on his pecker..."

She paused and smiled even wider to build suspense. Rogen was giving her a death glare, but I knew what was coming and felt heat coming to my cheeks preemptively.

"... but we didn't need to. The little lamb lost his seed all on his own the minute we slipped that toy up his backside!" She burst out laughing and Rogen's glare gave way to a grin. He looked over at me on the other side of the car.

"Ay lass, he's a special boy alright. Ha!"

I wanted to throw myself from the carriage.

When we crossed the wall into orcish territory, I noticed a change in the men in our party. They gripped their weapons nervously, eyes peeled on the horizon, looking for danger.

The road became rougher - a change I understood intimately from feeling every bounce of the carriage in my butt plug. My asshole felt a little sore around the hunk of metal, but the movements felt shamefully pleasurable. Ever since they'd burnt that writing into my back, the plug had felt much less painful inside me. It had been obvious as soon as I stood up and walked again. It felt wonderful actually.

When we made camp for the night, some of the men set up a security perimeter, while others busied themselves erecting tents and starting cooking fires. I saw Rogen speaking to Fiona before marching off to talk to his men. She made a beeline straight for me, grabbing me by the hand. "C'mon sweetheart," she said, pulling me into the tent they had just prepared for us. She tied the flap closed behind us. She spun back around to face me with that sadistic grin on her face, and I felt a pit in my stomach.

"Get on your hands and knees, little doggie," she hissed.

"What? Why?"

She reached into the little elvish leather sack, rummaging around for something with her hand. "It's time to take your toy out," she said before withdrawing her hand and showing me what she'd retrieved. "You're ready for the next size up." A golden egg-shaped plug glinted in her palm.

"Fuck you."

"Ooooh, careful bitch, shall I call for Master Rogen? Would you like him to hold you down while I do it? Maybe outside in front of the knights?"

Would he really do that? Would the knights stand for it? Could I survive that level of humiliation?

I sank to my knees in defeat.

"That's what I thought," Fiona declared victoriously.

I dug my hands into the cool grass as she flipped up the bottom of my tunic and tugged down my underpants. A wanton moan left me as she plucked the toy from the grasp of my asshole. She chuckled.

"Do you want to go relieve yourself before I stick the new one in?"

I thought about it. "No..." I said surprising myself. I had no urge to pass gas or defecate. I didn't feel bloated or constipated either. Not since the girls had... marked me.

Fiona shrugged. "Suit yourself," she muttered as she poured oil over the new plug.

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That night, I heard the sounds of the Master fucking the girl in the tent next to mine. What had started out as hushed giggles, gasps, and cries were now full-throated moans of ecstasy. Either Rogen was a stud or Fiona was a world-class actress.

"Ohhhh! YESSSS! Fuck me! Right there! Oh God!" Her voice oozed sexuality. I never knew women could make sounds like that.

The cage around my cock felt tighter as my poor dick tried in vain to become erect. Between her squeals, the slapping of flesh on flesh was the only sound that broke the silence of the night. I closed my eyes tight trying to blot out the sound, but that only made me focus on it more. The whole camp must be able to hear them.

I absently wondered how many knights might be stroking themselves in their tents as they listened. My hand seemed to move of its own accord as it reached behind me and slid down inside the underpants to finger my new golden plug. My stretched anus ached around the larger size, but it was a pleasant ache.

I felt shame at the enjoyment tugging it back and forth brought me. Had I always been this way or had they changed me?

I clutched my internal muscles around the fat plug filling my rectum, alternately embracing it and submitting to it with the walls of my tight passage. I started to moan and shot my other hand up to cover my mouth. I felt so naughty. My face felt smooth and my lips full against my hand. Spontaneously, I pushed my middle finger into my mouth and started to suck on it.

Then I heard her.

"Wait no! Oh I was almost there. Ooohhmmphh! Hey, no need to be so rough, we can do it from behind-Whoa! Not there! I'm not ready! You're too biiiiggg-OwwwwWWW!"

She started bleating like a panicked lamb. "Eeeeee! Uhhhhhh! Ayyyyy!"

A smile came to my face, imagining her struggle to take Rogen's fat cock up her tight ass. But in solidarity I started to tug more roughly on my anal plug, making it burn a little. I rolled onto my knees, taking my weight on my chest and face as they pressed into the blanket, raising my butt up with one hand pulling my cheek to the side and the other working the plug back and forth.

Suddenly the plug popped free, and I yelped in surprise. It took me a struggle to work it back in, coaxing my hole to relax enough to accept it. Minutes later, I was popping the thing in and out of my sphincter. The motion felt perverted.

The feeling drove me closer to orgasm, but it remained well out of reach. My mind was disgusted with myself, but my body knew what it wanted without any doubts. Filling my ass was an absolute good, a necessity, like filling my stomach. I have no doubt that if any creature with a hard cock had entered my tent at that moment, I would have bent over for them. I would have spread for it. I would have begged. I whimpered into the blanket with frustration and shame.

It was then that I noticed I couldn't hear them fucking anymore. 'Fiona must have a creamy asshole by now,' I thought. Rolling back onto my side, I pressed the plug home, giving up for the night and hoping they hadn't heard me.

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In the morning, I was cranky as I stumbled out of my tent. The dawn was cold, and morning dew covered everything. The knights were already busy breaking down the camp.

I needed to piss. As I had learned yesterday, it was not a simple operation. For one, the cage on my dick made piss spray everywhere. It was a mess. For two, the plug in my ass seemed to slow the flow. I had to spread my legs and kind of bend forward to get a good stream. Of course, I wasn't allowed to leave the secure perimeter of camp, privacy be damned. But I found a grouping of three trees, I could stand behind for a bit of isolation.

Looking around quickly to make sure the coast was clear, I pulled the underpants off completely and hitched up my tunic, baring my entire lower half. Facing the tree, I took a wide stance, maybe twice the width of my shoulders, and tried to let loose. A few drops dripped off the stone encasing my penis. I heard movement behind me, and all my sphincters squeezed closed fearfully.

I looked over my shoulder to find that the noise was coming from two knights loading gear onto a horse about thirty yards away. There was some foliage preventing a direct, complete visual, but it was definitely less privacy than I would have liked. I needed to finish this quickly.

Steeling my nerve, I turned back to the tree. With my lacy underpants in one hand, I reached up with both hands to grab hold of a branch and leaned forward, arching my back so that my chest and face almost touched the trunk while my hips rose behind me.

I exhaled in relief as my piss began to flow. In this position, the spatter didn't reach my thighs. I could feel the liquid stream moving inside me, buzzing along the front of my plug. A strange sensation.

I dried myself quickly with the rag Fiona had gifted me for just such purposes and pulled my panties back on. I smoothed down the front of my tunic and stepped out from the copse of trees. No one seemed the wiser.

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The mood in the carriage as it bounced along might be best described as grouchy.

There was no joking and canoodling today. Rogen had his hat characteristically over his eyes, trying to sleep. Fiona sat next to him, not touching him. She looked put out, listlessly staring out the window.

I wondered if I had judged her too harshly. Hers couldn't be an easy life.

For my own part, I felt sleep-deprived, horny, and hopeless. Rogen refused to tell me any more details about my future. But I somehow doubted my fortunes would improve any when we arrived in the orc capital.

Just like yesterday, I tried to keep my hands on the seat with my thighs tensed to dampen the bumps in the road on behalf of my stuffed derriere. But the reason was different today. Yesterday it had been to lessen the discomfort. Today, it was to lessen the pleasure. The vibrations from the wheels on the road were keeping my arousal on a low simmer the whole trip.

I stared out the window to try and take my mind off of my body and its depraved desires. I daydreamed about various escape scenarios, fantasizing about just opening the carriage door and taking off sprinting through a random field. But even in my daydreams, I always ended up beheaded or worse, whether by the hand of orcs or my own people.

Maybe death was what awaited me at this journey's end, but I clung to the hope that at least I was serving a purpose, protecting my people if only as a sacrifice. I thought of my brother and sister. At least they wouldn't have to do this.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I almost didn't realize it when I saw my very first orc. He was alone, working a field. The enormous creature stopped and stood straight to watch our party as it passed his farm on the road. I was fascinated by the sight of him, hulking with insanely defined muscles bulging from his arms and shoulders. He made no threatening movements. His expression was one of curiosity. Still, fear shot down my spine and made me clench my butthole involuntarily. How could men have any chance against THAT in battle?

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That night as we made camp, I overheard Rogen bark at Fiona. "We arrive tomorrow morning. Make sure the boy is wearing the final artifact by then!" And then he stormed off.

She turned and looked straight at me. I felt frozen by her stare. She motioned towards my tent with her eyes, and I nodded that I understood.

I wasn't going to fight. I wasn't even really mad at her anymore. And I was so horny at this point that part of me was very much looking forward to experiencing a new plug.

When she entered my tent, she no longer wore the sadistic smirk of the prior evening. We stared at each other for a moment, silently understanding each other. Finally, I have her a little nod. My permission.

She smiled. It was as innocent as I had ever seen her. Then she stepped forward and kissed me hard.

I was shocked only for a moment before melting into her arms. I let my hands wander, exploring her body as I had fantasized about countless times in our brief acquaintance.

She pushed her tongue into my mouth. I sucked on it and moaned into her. My hands found her rear, and I squeezed her ass. It felt as perfect as I had dreamed.

She pulled back. "You like that, huh? How does my ass feel?"

"Good," I grinned, unsure what was happening but determined to enjoy it while it lasted.

She smiled back naughtily. "Let's get you something else to play with!" She pushed me back and I reluctantly let her go. In a flash, she stripped off her dress and stood before me buck naked. She cupped her breasts with both hands, lifting them slightly.

"You haven't tasted these yet. How do they compare with Abby's?"

Her tits were definitely smaller with disproportionately smaller areolae, like little buttons.

"Perkier," I went with.

"Good boy," she smiled guiding my head to her bosom with a firm hand. "If you had said smaller, you would have gotten a slap."

She was responsive, moaning as her nipple stiffened between my lips. She pulled me off and moved me to her other breast.

"Mmmm that's nice. What a gentle boy you are, good boy."

I was so horny now that I wondered if I might cum despite the painfully constricting cage.

Too soon, she pulled me off her tit. Her expression had regained her characteristic swagger. There was lust there too.

"Down on your hands and knees, boy" she commanded.

I hurried into position. My body seemed to be vibrating with anticipation.

I looked back over my shoulder as she flipped up my tunic and slid my panties down to mid thigh. Somehow that felt even sluttier than removing them completely.

Her hands kneaded my cheeks, lazily spreading them and letting them flop back together. With my naked bum left exposed, she walked around and squatted down in front of me, cupping my cheek with her hand.

"Look at you. So horny you can barely breathe, aren't you? If this 'mission for the kingdom' doesn't work out for you, we can find you work at the Fragrant Rose!" she giggled as she reached into her satchel.

She pulled out her hand and opened her palm to reveal a silver toy. This one was considerably bigger than the one currently resting in my rectum. It was more or less the same shape but fatter, less egg-shaped, closer to an apple, less pointy. The metallic surface was engraved with fine writing of the same type as my tattoo. While the others had flat metal bases, this one sported a huge emerald that sparkled in the low light of the tent.

My eyes shot back up to Fiona's.

"Last step, little Lord. You want it, don't you?"

I looked back down at the magnificently terrifying object. I swallowed.

"It's really big. Better get it really wet, huh?" Fiona teased me. Then she pinched my cheeks between her thumb and her other fingers, making my lips pooch forward like a fish. She brought the toy up to my mouth and pushed the tip between my lips.

"Mrrrrrhrrhghg" I struggled to open my jaw further, but my mouth was just too small.

"Hmmmm," Fiona grunted in annoyance, "good thing your other hole is bigger. Guess you better just lick it then." She handed me the toy and walked back behind me.

I held the thing with both hands and started licking all over it, making sure there were no dry spots. I moaned as she extracted my golden plug.

My hole felt empty for only a moment, and then a finger filled me.

"Ohhhhhh!" I moaned as she stroked my insides.

"You like that, don't you?"

When I didn't answer, she spanked me hard. "DON'T YOU?!"

"Yes Fiona."

"Well go on then. Pleasure yourself."

When I didn't immediately move, she grabbed my hip and pulled me back on her finger. My mind wasn't sure how it felt about the idea of me fucking my own ass on Fiona's finger, but my body fucking loved it.

I threw my hips back, gyrating and grinding on her, masturbating myself like a bitch. My back arched, and my thighs spread wider as my body sought its pleasure. When she added a second finger, I whimpered but kept moving, my tongue continuing to lave the plug.

Fiona's grin grew as she watched me debase myself. "Alright slut, lay on your back."

She snatched the plug from my hands as I changed positions. I had just flipped to face up when her glistening pussy filled my view. As her pelvis descended to cover my head, I opened my mouth hungrily and stuck out my tongue for her use. She slipped her fingers under my chin, tipping my head back so that my tongue flattened fully against her sex.

I licked her enthusiastically. My first taste of a woman's cunt. I luxuriated in her rich fuck honey, smearing and coating my lips. My hands came up, grabbing the meat of her ass cheeks, pulling her crotch into my mouth like a juicy watermelon slice.

But Fiona was there to enjoy herself, not to be enjoyed. She pitched forward, lifting her feet to catch my forearms before rocking back onto her perch. Now my arms were pinned under her shins, no longer able to squeeze her magnificent booty. She swished her hips on my face, clearly establishing that she was in control. I lapped at her pussy apologetically.

Satisfied her authority was unquestioned, she turned her attention back to my hole. Her fingers slid inside me, twisting and spreading. I moaned into her quim.

Suddenly I felt the cold rigidity of metal against my opening. I stopped licking.

"Don't stop that tongue, bitch boy!" Fiona growled, slapping my balls to punctuate her command. My tongue resumed battering her clit, and she fondled my balls and pressed her fingers deep into the softness between them and my anus, where the pressure continued to slowly rise.

Eventually the pressure she was putting on the plug exceeded the strength of my sphincter, and it began to slide inside me.

I had never known such pain. "Oohhhhh! Stop! Fiona stop! Too big! It's too b-"

She dropped her fat ass over my face, smothering me in flesh. My hands opened and closed uselessly pinned under her legs. My hips bucked, but she stayed with me, twisting her grip on my testicles to still me and all the while pushing that thing harder up my ass.

After a few moments, I realized that I really wasn't able to buck her off. How was I so weak!? It didn't matter now. This was happening. She was going to split my ass open, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I started to hyperventilate into her ass.

And then that fat fucking plug sunk inside me.

White hot pain obliterated my thoughts. "Mmmrmrrmrmrrrrrrrhr!" I screamed into her butt as my anus spasmed wildly. My body twisted and writhed without purpose, trying to dissipate the overcharged energy screaming from between my cheeks.

Fiona stayed on top of me until I went still. She slid off to find me quietly sobbing and whimpering. The contractions in my asshole were dying down, but I was still easily in 6/10 pain. She slid onto her side next to me, gently stroking my hair to comfort me, even as her juices dried on my face.

"You know I had to do it, right? We're arriving tomorrow. It had to go in."

What did she want from me? Forgiveness?

Part of me wanted to tell her to fuck off, but the larger part was just broken, defeated, in need of comfort. So I said nothing, letting her hold me, enjoying the feel of her naked body pressed against mine until I eventually fell asleep.

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We broke camp before dawn. Our entire party seemed excited with the goal almost at hand, anxious not to trip at the finish line.

Outside the city, a patrol of orc warriors met us to escort us in. Their riders surrounded us. They seemed even bigger than the orc I had seen in the field.

I had been expecting a primitive settlement of tents and thatched roofs, maybe some crude stonework, but the orc capital took my breath away. The castle built high on a hill was crafted from black, obsidian stone. It's spires looked sinister and powerful. I found myself wondering how the capital of Angorn compared, somehow doubting it could compete, though I had no evidence either way. I felt a strange embarrassment for my species.

The most impressive building after the castle turned out to be our destination: the Temple of Venus. As we stepped out of the carriage, several priestesses emerged dressed in snow white robes with bare shoulders. Young girls, every single one beautiful in her own way.

An older blonde with the pointy ears of an elf moved straight towards me. I would later learn the silver amulet around her neck identified her as the high priestess. Her presence was so powerful that I had the urge to stagger backwards as she approached, but I managed to hold my ground.

Without breaking eye contact with me, she asked, "So this is the tribute from Angorn?"

"It is, m'lady" Rogen answered from behind me.

A crowd of orcs gathered to witness the new arrival. The woman reached out and cupped my cheek. "Beautiful. What is her name?"

'Her?' I thought as my eyebrows knitted in confusion. I looked back at Rogen, but he didn't meet my eyes.

"The boy has been raised as Eddie, m'lady."

"Eddie?" she said it aloud while tilting her head as if trying it on for size.

Her eyes returned to mine. "You will be known as Elsie from now on."

"I'm sorry, I don't-"

"Shhhhh" she cut me off, moving her thumb over my lips. "Quiet Elsie, we will tell you when to speak." She pushed her thumb between my lips, and I accepted it into my mouth in shock.

"Good girl," she turned back to her fellow priestesses, "bring the flask!"

An enormous glass teardrop filled almost to the brim with a clear liquid was brought forth. The high priestess held my hand over it and pricked my finger. A drop of red blood fell, dispersing in the clear liquid before suddenly turning the fluid a uniform bright magenta color. Upon seeing the correct color change, the high priestess hugged me tightly, pressing me into her breasts.

"Royal blood. Excellent! And I trust she's properly attired?"

As she said this I felt her hand descend to my ass and press a probing finger against the seat of my tunic, feeling the rigid metal plug seated in my rectum.

"She is, m'lady." Rogen's rapid adoption of the female pronoun spiked my anxiety.

"The pledge from the Kingdom of Angorn is recognized. Until we meet again five years hence, farewell!"

The high priestess hurried me inside with the other priestesses. I looked over my shoulder and caught a glimpse of Rogen and Fiona just before the heavy doors closed behind us. I wondered if I would ever see them again.

We entered a great hall and as we approached a kind of performance stage, she leaned over, "Catherine, bring our new arrival Elsie some tea and fetch Lizbet and Steffi for the welcome demonstration."

"Yes Mistress," the thin girl at her side replied with a little curtsy before rushing off down a corridor. Her robe was tight enough that I could appreciate the motion of her hips as she scampered away.

The high priestess motioned me to take a seat. Her excitement as she beamed at me seemed vaguely sexual, but maybe the elf woman was just passionate about her job. Before things could get any more awkward, the thin girl returned with a pot of tea and two more priestesses behind her.

Lizbet was skinny with small breasts and pointy ears, while Steffi was a buxom woman with full breasts and a big ass. Her ears looked normal but I didn't get a great look due to her big curly hair.

The cup and saucer trembled in my hand, betraying my nervousness at this strange new situation that was to be the rest of my life. I took a sip of tea to calm myself. The aroma was strong, chemical, maybe alcoholic?

I looked to Catherine questioningly. "Drink up, Elsie, it will help relax you," she advised.

The high priestess approached one of the guards. "Turok, I believe it is your turn to help us with today's demonstration if you wouldn't mind." The orc grinned, huge fangs gleaming in his jaw. He rested his spear against the wall and allowed the small elf woman to lead him to sit in the throne on the stage.

The high priestess returned to her seat next to me, "Now Elsie, you're doing very well. I'm sure you have many questions, but many of them will be answered by the demonstration so watch now and we'll talk after."

Without any additional fanfare or introduction, Lizbet and Steffi started making out. Voraciously. Like star-crossed lovers reunited after painful years apart.

Their robes quickly fell, revealing bare tits and white panties. Lizbet's thong displayed a pair of pert shapely buttocks that looked fantastic on her small frame. Steffi's panties were less exotic, covering as much as a modest bathing suit, but she was clearly wearing something additional underneath, it looked like... armor?

The girls broke their lip-lock at last and turned their attentions to the guard, who looked like a kid on Christmas morning.

Lizbet fell to her knees and freed the massive green cock that was tenting the front of his tunic. The throbbing penis was enormous, closer to what I had seen on some farm animals than what hung between my own legs.

Steffi pressed her soft body against Turok's shoulder. He took her lips in his and pawed at her fat jugs. Lizbet bobbed her head on his helmet, only barely able to accommodate his glans in her little mouth. She held her tiny breasts up with both hands in offering as she sucked his cock.

Steffi pulled herself away and got down on her hands and knees facing away from us so all we could see of her was her massive derriere. Lizbet popped herself off the orc's cock and moved to slide Steffi's panties off. Her 'armor' appeared to consist of two rigid polished metal panels locked tightly around her pelvis. Her pussy was almost completely covered with just the very bottom of her slit visible. Her asshole, however, was entirely exposed. And it didn't look like any asshole Eddie had ever seen.

Completely hairless, like the rest of their bodies, the swollen wrinkled flesh had a purplish tint. Her puckered rim looked like a powerful muscle bulging between her cheeks, raised high like a little volcano whose slopes descended to meet the smooth pale skin of her buttocks. It was no balloon knot. More ovoid than round with the long axis going up her butt crack. It glistened with oil, attesting to her preparation for the event. Her hole winked hungrily at us.

I sucked in a breath as Lizbet started licking the other girl's ass. I realized I was panting as I watched the erotic display. My swollen penis strained painfully against my cage, but the plug in my ass felt great. My body had learned pleasure could be had there, and my anus sucked rhythmically on the metal toy stretching my orifice.

The high priestess watched me closely. She threw an arm around me, drawing me close to whisper in my ear as we watched together. "She has a gorgeous asshole, does she not? Steffi struggled early in her training, but now she's one of our most accomplished priestesses. Her anus is positively elastic!"

I looked over at the woman like she was insane, but her eyes remained fixed on the debauchery before us, shining like a proud mother's.

Now Lizbet retrieved a small vial of oil from her boot, adding a fresh layer to Steffi's anus, rubbing it in lovingly with her thumb.

Turok seemed to recognize this as his cue. He approached and took a knee behind the girl, offering his rod to Lizbet who applied the oil to him as well. Lizbet guided the tip of the dripping prick to Steffi's entrance. "Prepare to receive the gift of orcdom, sister." Steffi took a deep breath and focused inward. As she pushed her hips back, her flower loosened and bloomed around the green stem.

"Ohhhhhh," she cried out as her rectum was stuffed with the verdant virility of the stronger race.

As the orc began to sodomize Steffi in earnest, Lizbet buzzed around like a bee in a bouquet. She rubbed Steffi's nipples gently between her fingers. She kissed the girl passionately between moans, shoving her tongue down the girl's throat for her to suck on. She knelt behind the orc, fondling his massive testicles and pressing her tongue between his cheeks when he took a pause from his balls-deep thrusting in Steffi's ass.

I had the urge to squirm in my chair, to grind my plug into the seat, but I was too embarrassed to attempt it with the high priestess's arm still tight around me. She, on the other hand, seemed to have no such qualms, fondling her own breast and licking her lips as she observed the proceedings.

Turok pulled out without cumming. Steffi's hole looked utterly destroyed, it's inner pink visible for all to see. I felt sure I could slide my fist inside the priestess's gaping ass without touching the sides.

The orc tapped Lizbet on the head, and she sprang into position on all fours next to her sister. Steffi crawled back with a dazed look on her face to slide her sister's panties off.

Lizbet wore no pussy armor. Instead, below her pink asshole, a hairless ball sack hung in a pale ceramic cage identical to the one locked around my own testicles.

My mouth dropped open in shock, and I turned to the high priestess in horror. She gave me a pitying look. "Yes, Lizbet is a sissy girl like you, Elsie. Half of our priestesses are. Five years from now, when the tribute again falls to Angorn, your people will send us a woman. But today, we have you!" She pulled me close and kissed my cheek. "Now watch this!" she whispered excitedly in my ear.

Steffi returned her sister's favor, giving her a more abbreviated rim job and oiling. She pushed her sister's head down, forcing her lower onto her elbows, lifting her hips higher before spreading her buttocks with both hands to offer her butthole to the orc. Lizbet's anus was decidedly cuter than Steffi's. More girlish, less womanly. Definitely smaller though. The massive green schlong pressing into her cleft looked downright incompatible.

Lizbet bit her lip, failing to stifle a deep groan as the pressure built in her undersized ring. The pitch of her moans rose quickly. Her face flushed red, and she began to hyperventilate. Steffi held her sister's bottom spread wide and smiled wickedly at the sounds she was making.

"Prepare yourself, dear sister, this gift is great indeed!" I couldn't tell whether Lizbet heard her because in the next moment she squealed like a stuck pig as her sphincter finally seemed to give way, and the orc dick began to slide inside her. She swished her hips side to side and beat her fists on the ground as more emerald shaft entered her behind.

When he had half his shaft buried, Turok grabbed Lizbet by the hair and pulled, raising her first up to her hands and then further up into the air. The girl's hands pawed empty air as the new position used her own weight to impale her further on the pole up her ass.

Lizbet whimpered and sobbed as she sank into the orcs lap. Steffi crawled in front of her, giving her a peck on the lips before stuffing one of her massive tits in the girl's mouth. Lizbet suckled instinctively, maybe to distract herself from the feeling of her insides being rearranged. I could see a bulge appear in her lower abdomen when her soft pale cheeks finally came to rest against the orc's thighs.

And then he began to fuck her. Her muffled squeaks and screams contained an erotic mixture of distress and lust. I felt shame that they aroused me so.

The orc pulled out and started to tongue fuck her. His black tongue contrasted with her pale skin as his thick muscle penetrated her most private hole. Lizbet groaned like she was receiving the most expert massage.

Turok pulled his face from her rear, his teeth gleaming in a crazed grin, and retook his position back on the throne. He gave Lizbet a quick command in orcish and she crawled on top of him. The little sissy began riding him facing us, her feet flat on his thighs, her legs using all her strength to bounce her ass on that big green dick, her own caged clitty flopping lewdly.

Steffi stood at Turok's side, sucking his tongue. Turok had one hand on Lizbet's hip. His other arm wrapped around Steffi's waist with two fingers in her asshole. Steffi humped herself on the fingers while they made out.

At length, he creamed Lizbet's ass. Holding her hips with both hands, he clutched her petite, soft body to ensure she took every drop. Finally, he released her, and she more or less slipped off of him to puddle on the ground.

Steffi dropped to her knees to join her fellow priestess, and the two of them took turns gently suckling the softening green penis, cleansing it of excess sperm and the tastes of their assholes. Their backsides faced us, two gaping holes, one leaking thick orc seed, which ran down Lizbet's inner thighs. The high priestess stood. "Come Elsie, we'll talk in my chambers."

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"So we're whores? Anal whores!? Why even call it a temple?! Why not The Brothel Where Weak Little Humans and Elves Get Buttfucked By Giant Orcs?" In truth, I had long begun to suspect something like this, but it still pissed me off to be right.

The high priestess was frustratingly unfazed by my diatribe. "Sit down, Elsie." She stared me down, and I felt into the seat. It was hard to be angry with her personally. What was the point of fighting with the head whore?

"Orc culture is all about strength, respect, violence, and dominance. Orc women are almost as muscular and rough as their men, and even meaner. It's rare for a mating to end without blood drawn. In terms of overwhelming force, neither humans nor elves can hold a candle to orcdom. The Priestesses of Venus provide what they lack: tenderness, eager and undemanded submission, finesse, subtlety..."

"Anal sex..." I interjected sarcastically.

The high priestess stared me down. "Yes, pleasuring orc cock with our anuses is a large part of what we do. But the priestesses offer so much more. Music, poetry, art, philosophy, design. It was a priestess who designed the king's castle and who designed this temple. Virtually every orc lord keeps a priestess next to their throne to advise on political disputes and translate foreign tongues."

I slumped back in my chair as I realized maybe I had been unfairly insulting. The high priestess recognized my shift and softened her tone accordingly.

"We pay the price of peace in our lands, a peace that has been kept for almost 200 years. Every time some ambitious orc chieftain raises the war cry - it is only the strength and perfection of our submission that compels his brothers to hold him back."

"I... I can't do... that."

"All priestesses feel this way at the start. But we will train you. Train you how to relax and expand your body, how to submit and accept penetration and pain, how to turn that pain into pleasure."

"What if I refuse?"

"Our job is difficult. We do not expect you to perform without stumbling. Most priestesses need at least two years of training here in the temple before they're ready to be deployed elsewhere. We will provide you with the discipline you need to overcome your... reservations."

My facial expression must have shown my skepticism.

"But if you were unable to perform your duties as a priestess, for whatever reason, then the Kingdom of Angorn would be required to send a replacement."

Great. "Why anal only?"

"Well, both male and female tributes have an anus to offer. It's considered equally challenging for both sexes, though the sissy priestesses find it easier to reach orgasm. It also precludes pregnancy concerns. But mostly, because the orcs love it. Seeing the arrogant, sophisticated elves and humans bend over and willingly accept orc cocks in their assholes - it's the ultimate domination, the quintessential essence of success in orc culture. The original priestess is said to have taken a dozen cocks in her ass on the battlefield at Twin Rivers to bring the superior orc army to the negotiating table. It is said that the orc warriors trembled and dropped their weapons as they watched her willingly guide the first one inside her tight virgin hole."

The moment of silence she took seemed to fit the reverence with which she spoke of the act.

"Tomorrow will be your initiation as a priestess and three days from now will be your deflowering. The annual priestess initiation is the only time the priestesses are let out of chastity. The smaller human and elven penises are ideal training steps for a new priestess's anus. Penis in vagina sex is forbidden and punished by castration. But we have many toys to pleasure our female priestesses. Catherine will take you to your chamber now and explain the preparations for the ceremony."

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That was three years ago.

I have learned more over the last three years than in all the years of my former life combined. I have studied more about giving and receiving sexual pleasure than I ever imagined was known.

I wish I had known more on the night of my deflowering, heh. That year's deflowering belonged to Valkon, the third prince, more commonly known as 'the warrior prince.' It was the most difficult night of my life, I literally thought I was going to die. It contained both the most pain I have ever experienced and still the most powerful orgasm of my life.

I throughly enjoyed the initiation ceremonies of the two tributes who followed me, their tight anuses felt so warm and snug around my dick. It was novel, but the orgasms I achieved paled in comparison to the anal orgasms I now have almost everyday.

Eventually, I was stationed here in the mountains with an old orc mage. It was a special posting. I was part retirement gift and part apprentice there to absorb all the secrets of the aging wizard. But that is another story, and I have droned on long enough.