This is I functional story based of the furnation ogres i have seen in adult art sites. Incredibly drawn beast men that are huge and built and actually freaking hot. Hot and largely hung. Its a fantasy story of assault and abuse and gangbangs.
Enjoy. ############################################################################ An Ogre Onslaught
... I am telling you my tale. A tale of near death and sequestration and complete dominance by beasts that have little mercy and little interest in you and what you fear and love. Beasts that are only interested in their conquest and domination over lesser creatures to them. And as I was all that was left of my village after the beasts attacked it. They took if me what they wanted. What they wished Day in and day out here in my cell where they keep me. Barely feeding me unless they needed me for what they did to me daily. And that was it. Daily I was assaulted and brutalized by the beasts and their smaller dwarf minions. The daily sexual assault by the huge ogres and the smaller dwarfs. With no one to save me from this endless onslaught of brutal sex with creatures that had huge members.even the smaller dwarfs have sizeable rids of sex.
"No. P-please" I would say feebly each day as one of them showed up at me cell
My cell where I was regularly bond and always taken. Each and every day, taken by not just one, but multiple creatures. My body nothing more than a receptacle for them to pour their seed into me.
But let me take you to the beginning of what is now a daily ordeal that I both hate and have grown to love. Where I had been before I was taken by these creatures of anger and hate. Before I became just a piece of meat for pleasure for the dozens of 4 ogres and their dozen or so dwarf minions that have become my masters. It was now many many months to the day that I am in now. I was just an ordinary young man in an ordinary village in the western valley of these lands.a place we believed was for the most part safe from invasion and attack. A small village of 80 or so families. A few dozen homes and places of business. Brovan is the name of our village. I was just a few miles from the bay. A few miles from a great sea to the west. To the east the great mountains stretching out and beyond. The South was fertile lands where many farmed. Where there were fields if grains and vegetables and fruits as far as one could see. Many a time I and my friends in our youth would travel there to pluck fruits from the hundreds of apple and fruit trees in that area.
"I miss those days" I huffed in my cell "I miss the trees, the smells and colors"
It was the north were they came from though. This was where the beasts came down and attacked our village. Many many ogres that came in to slaughter and take what they wished. Dozens of them and the dwarfs beasts that came with them. I don't recall why they came, just that they came and destroyed my village and killed most of the people in it. Only a handful of persons surviving to be slaves to the ogres. Some to just do menial labors for them. Not that these large beasts needed us. But they used us as they pleased. And those of us in their capture were in wish of the release if death as it would have been the lesser suffering. And I was one if their victims that had the worst of the suffering. Taken as sex slave for them and their minions. But the ogres came and did what they did for whatever reason. And we were to take this and either be enslaved or killed.
"I remember that day" I said to myself again and again. "It had been such a grand day until the trumpets sounded"
It had been a day of much pleasure to my young body. Releasing myself to new pleasures that I had on so desired for many years. Myself and my cousin Victor. That had been the day that he had introduced me onto the pleasures if male to male sex. This beautiful older man to me. He was 4 years my senior to my 19 years of life. He was the most stunning creature I had ever laid eyes upon. Tall muscular and dark medium length hair. His face striking with a dark beard and piercing eyes. His body a beautiful tanned God like thing. And hus member a lovely size woth a delicious curve on it
"How I miss you cousin" I huffed there in my cell.
Yes Victor was gone now. Just as many of the men in my village, he had been killed in the attack. So I was never to see my beautiful man again.
"My Victor. My love" I said again.... ########################################################################## To be continued