Caravan o' Cock.

	After bidding the strange cultists farewell, Gracella was back on the trail again, and this time armed with the instruments of the Witch's undoing. She kept the ornate dagger tucked into her cloak as she traveled through the forest and finally made her way back to the well beaten paths. She had learned well not to bother trying to make her way through the untraveled paths since her last encounter. Of course fate seemed to have its own machinations for the halfling in mind even when the best of situations arose.

	She ambled down the forest path, keeping her map upright and constantly verifying landmarks. It seemed that she could walk this trail for another few days without needing to deviate from it. She marked down her current location on the map with an ink pen and went to store it back into her backpack.

	Just as she reached backwards though, a heavy set of hoofbeats suddenly assaulted her senses and she was bowled over by a charging steed that had broken through the heavily wooded sidepaths. She was sent end over end. Her backpacks' contents were sent strewn across the dirt, and her map conveniently fell straight into a nearby puddle of rainwater. The halfling pulled herself up and shook her fist at the man, hollering obscenities after him until dozens more horses came charging past her in a frenzied caravan. An arrow split the sky and the initial rider slumped off of his horse and thusly expired.

	While Gracella may have been upset, she wasn't precisely in the camp of believing the hoodlum deserved an arrow in his chest. She said nothing for a time as one of the pursuing riders dismounted his horse. Her hand slipped to her dagger. Highwaymen? The caravan became a flurry of movement, and there was a distinct sound in the air. Celebration. The dozens of men were cheering and hollering for one reason or another. Gracella quietly scratched her initial expectation off of the list, and set to collecting her tossed-about supplies.  Her pots and pans were covered in dirt and grime, but it was nothing she couldn't clean.

	Upon finally seeing the small women, a few men from the caravan stepped over to help. Hulking creatures. Beastmen of various races. Two of them were wolves, bodies covered in pitched black fur and dotted only by those predatory eyes. The third was a lizardman who seemed far from his native marshes.
	“What happened?” Gracella finally asked as she stuffed her blanket back into her rucksack.

	“Flushed out a bounty. King's been searching for 'im for a year now.” One of the wolfmen jerked a thumb over to the body.

	A king? Well, the only king around these parts called Orthimas his home, and that too was the refuge of the blasted witch who had cursed her! Gracella, having seen her ruined map now had a new idea for how to arrive at Orthimas before the damned witch could even have time to properly prepare.

	“If you intend to make the trip to the kingdom, might I accompany you?” Gracella asked. She seemed only tangentially interested. She knew these rough types. Show them any emotion aside from passive acceptance and they'd find some way to twist it to their advantage. Beasts though they were, they were as wily as they came. What with her current affliction she would do well to keep her cards close to her chest regardless.

	“Only the boss decides who joins.” was the swift reply. Not unkind, but firm in their position within the caravan. They recited the line with such monotony that the question must have been a common one.  Gracella said little more to the initial trio and set off towards the front carriage. The only wagon with any sort of embellishment was the front, and so she had a good idea of where to begin.  Once within earshot of the wagon, the halfling called out. “I would speak to your leader. Now, please!”

	The wagon opened and out stepped a positively massive orc. He must have stood over eight feet tall, with a body that could only have been sculpted by battle. His wild orange eyes focused on her, but his tough persona only extended that far. A gentleman would never be so untoward to a woman in need. He trudged forward to her and lowered himself to one knee. He extended an olive green hand to the halfling, and she shook it with all the strength she could muster.

	“I would request temporary refuge in your caravan. I heard you seek the King of Orthimas, I too have business there. I c-”

	The orc held up his calloused hand to cease her prattling.  “You may join us” His voice rumbled within her ears, each syllable sounding as though it had been run through gravel. “Of course. You'll be expected to carry your own weight, however small that may be.” his subtle jab made the two of them laugh, but the curse that plagued Gracella now begun to work its lucrative magic.

	“Of course I would never be something as terrible as a freeloader!” the halfling says, trying to ignore the curse's influence. It not only could respond to direct commands, but undertones and desires. It would be all to simple if everyone needed to verbally demand service from the halfling, instead of merely implying it. Innocent as their conversation may have been, the Orc's true desires were partially uncovered.

	Her free will left her, and the curse made Gracella blurt out to the Orc Captain. “How would I best be of service?” The curse searched for something to hold onto. Something to force Gracella to obey, and it would not need to look far. The crude desires of the caravan were evident as the hungry eyes of the beastmen lay upon her. Even the hounds seemed pent up from their time away from a breeding post.

	Her hand, guided by the curse's foul intention, reached forward and groped the orc's crotch. She could feel his prick bulging against the fabric. The greenskin stud had already gotten himself hard just looking at the halfling. When she squeezed the bulbous prick of his fat green cock, his breathing hitched and he looked between her and his crew.

	His mind swam with selfish desires, wanting only to keep her to himself. Her fat tits for him to grope, her fat ass for him to hump, and every inch of her to conquer with orc jizz. He was just as enthralled as she was, but his enrapture was by his own design. His mind cleared only long enough for him to realize that keeping her to himself would cause mutiny. No, she would be of much better use to the entire caravan.

	“By riding our cocks all the way to Orthimas.” he snapped back at her. One of his large hands swept up behind her back and pulled her close while the other hand plunged to her shirt. He stretched it until it shredded and tossed it to the mud below. She wore nothing underneath her cloak now, the last of her clothing either muddy or ruined from the last encounter. The massive orc lifted her from the ground and tossed her into the back of his wagon like she were a commodity.  She landed about as gracefully as one might expect and her legs were splayed to either side.

	“Our new guest will be our entertainment for the rest of our trip!” The orc shouted to his crew, who all bellowed and howled in reply.

	“Do your best to show her a bit of hospitality, and don't ruin her for anyone else!”

	The caravan was rife with laughter at that, and for a moment there was even a bit of calm. Gracella thought that perhaps the beastmen were less perverted and guided by instinct than she once was led to believe. This calm was akin to the Eye of the Storm, and soon the halfling would know how deprived these monsters had been.

	Once Gracella begun to sit up, they arrived in such a flash that she was planted back to the wooden floor of the wagon before she'd even understood what had happened.  The hungry monstermen lurched through every entrance they could find to the wagon, and soon she was surrounded by half a dozen men she'd never met before in her life. Three of them were lizardmen, and the other three were wolfmen. The wagon could barely fit four of them comfortably, and so the monstermen were hunched over Gracella's body with their fat, musky cocks already on display. The massive knotted red cocks of the wolves hungered for something to tie themselves into, and the thick tapered prehensile pricks of the lizardmen drooled sloppy rivulets of hot precum down onto their halfling prize.

	There was hardly a word spoken before they had begun their bestial assault. Each of them fought the others in an effort to claim an orifice. The largest of the wolves jammed himself between her legs and began humping furiously, slapping his cock only against her stomach at first until he finally found her cunt and began brutally pistoning himself into her. One of the lizardmen had lifted the woman up and slid himself underneath her with his studded cock pressed against her ass. He shoved his fingers into her mouth and used the spittle as primitive lube until his cock was sloppy with a mix of precum and spittle. Once he was satisfied, the lizardman anchored his clawed hands on either of her hips and began to pummel his cock right up her ass, his fat nuts clapping against her thighs as he easily made her bottom his personal onahole. He licked and bit at her neck, claiming her over and over with husky whispers as he gave into primal desires.

	Her mouth took a bit longer for someone to claim, as there was constant pushing and shoving between the cramped parties while they tried to be the one to sink their shafts into her willing throat. First she slurped the first few inches of a throbbing wolfcock, then the one remaining wolf jutted in and wrestled the first out of the way, shoving his own dick into her mouth and straight down her throat until his knot was getting kissed by her lips. Once there, the beastman leaned back to admired his prize while slamming himself into her mouth over and over, each time stopped by his already popped knot. He humped himself down her throat and held her there, her lipstick smearing a nice indigo circle around the swell of his knot as he choked her out on his gargantuan fuckpole, only allowing her air once she began spluttering spit from either corner of her mouth from sloppy, wet gags. Even then, with three cocks each taking to her like a toy, there was yet more ways in which they wanted to claim her. The first scorned wolf sat himself down on her chest, the pads of each of his hands hefting each of her tits and then squeezing them together. Casually, he spit down between her tits and flopped his canine cock between them. Making an impromptu hole, the wolf was satisfied and began to jut his hips forward and back, fucking her tits with a cock large enough that each thrust forward made the crown of his cock just into her chin. This didn't stop him though as he worked to extract every single ounce of pleasure that he could from this toy's body.

	The two remaining guests shuffled to either side of her, and each grabbed her wrists roughly and guided them to their studded dicks. Quickly, they yanked on her wrists until she began jerking the two massive cocks off in turn, and they too were satisfied. Their angry clicking and hissing was replaced by pleasant cooing and trilling as her small hands explored every inch of their hefting dicks. She didn't merely stroke them. Her hands explored them, and she squeezed each fat, cum-churning nut in her small hands to try and coax out a climax. She adored every ridge, bump and vein, following every single hill and valley of their cocks with delirious precision. Despite them not having a hole to claim, they were the most sated of the beasts. After only a minute of her dedicated stroking, both lizardmen were leaning back against the wagon walls with their tongues hanging languidly from their mouths and precum drooling in sloughing puddles from their cocks as they tried to hold back their climaxes just for pleasure's sake. They couldn't bear the thought of releasing yet, but Gracella was offering them little respite.

	The others beasts were faring little better, the once rampaging fighting monsters now reduced to quest, groaning beasts whose bodies moved with powerful direction. Instinct had taken over for all of them. The largest wolfman currently fucking himself into her womb was the first to succumb. His pace had been blinding. The wagon creaked and sunk deeper into the mud each time he crushed down into her with enough strength to make her stomach bulge. His power and speed were unrivaled, but his endurance failed him as he doggedly pursued only the most explosive of climaxes.  He growled and sunk his claws deeper into her waist to hold her steady as he delivered one final bed-shaking thrust that finally left his knot inflated inside of her too-tight cunt. Balls deep inside of her, he threw his head back and howled as the orgasm finally overtook him. Gooey hot streaks of cum jet out of his red rocket in powerful sticky splurts. With nowhere to go with her pussy knotted like this, his cum could only gush right into her womb, filling every excess centimeter of her nethers with his hot wolfcum.

	And then the rambunctious wolf who had so rudely claimed her mouth was the next to fall victim to Gracella's pleasures. He could feel himself losing control and without a knot to keep him steady as he blew his massive load, the wolf leaned back and grabbed a handful of Gracella's hair. Just as he could feel his first wave of orgasmic pleasure, the wolf yanked her off of his cock and he held his pointed cocktip against her face. It bounced and jerked upwards, a hot streak of his cum gushing from the tip and shooting both into her mouth and across her chin. He held her steady as he came, his  jizz spewing from his cock and then splattering down messily onto Gracella's face. Hot strings of the musky seed stained her face from top to bottom, the beast's affection drooling off of her in heavy plops. He stuck his thumb in her mouth and held her jaw open, watching as his load made a mess of her face and gathered in the back of her throat until she swallowed.  Once the bully-stud was finished, he stuffed himself down her throat one more time to clean himself off and slumped backwards against the wagon to bask in the afterglow of his explosive finish.

	When the first two wolves were finished, the lizardman beneath her redoubled his powerful slamming thrusts up into her ass. Each time he jammed forward, he clenched his hands on her hips to keep her still. The thrusts were slow and powerful, each one leaving her ass squarely settled in his laps with his fat sagging nuts smacking wetly against the hole he'd claimed.  He hissed and chittered possessively into her ear, finding actual words too difficult to form in his heated rut.  His deep, empassioned rutting lasts far longer than his previous compatriots, but he too cannot resist teetering over the edge of the precipice of pleasure. His hissing grows impatient, his breath hitching in his throat as he struggled to maintain his dominant position. It didn't take long for him too to submit to the pleasures of the flesh and bury himself up to his hilt in her ass and begin filling her with his spunk. His prehensile cock flexes and squeezes, writhing inside of Gracella as the warrior's load is pumped into her ass, and then drooling back down his cock once she was too full to possibly accept any more of his affections.

	The low stamina of the others in his caravan was of no concern to the wolf dutifully fucking her tits. Now with her mouth freed from the cock of his rival, he gathered up a handful of her hair himself and yanked her head upright so she might stare down at his cock as he fucked her bountiful chest. Each time he drew his hips back, her pillowy breasts encased his fat crimson fuckmeat completely until he humped forward again and speared the tip of himself into her mouth. He held her firmly, allowing her no chance to refuse him now as he filled her mouth with the full-bodied taste of his wanting cock.  Gracella's lips formed a tight seal around his prick, and each time he pulled away he was left with a satisfying SMACK of her lips as she popped off of the crown of his cock.

	 He growled his adoration, and soon aimed to paint her with it.  His deep, rumbling growls made clear that he wouldn't last much longer, but even as his cock oozed and splurted out gooey stripes of precum, he wouldn't allow himself to give into his bestial desires yet. He hungered for a bitch for months on this trail, and he would not allow her to slip easily from his fingers now that he had his cock buried balls deep between her breasts. Deep, needy thrusts that sent the wagon off kilter with each thunderous advance. He refused to move quickly, instead savoring every sensation of her supple skin against his most needy organ. She too could feel him. His fat veins throbbing with each powerful heartbeat. The way his cock throbbed as it eked out an errant line of precum between her tits for lubrication. She felt his hot, panting breath as he was reduced to the most basic of studs. His mind lost all sense of a world beyond her.

	A mind clouded by pleasure was quickly felled, and his was no different despite his valiant showing. The very moment he lost focus and self-control was the moment he returned to the animal he truly was inside. And animals did not resist their tidal waves of pleasure. It crashed into him and the wolf's body lurched forward, his claws digging into the wooden floor as the orgasm rocked through his body. Each muscle in his body tensed and spasmed as he unloaded an ungodly amount of spunk between her breasts. Of course it didn't end there as the beast angrily threw his hips forward and back in a frenzied last gasp, sending his load over a majority of her stomach and face as he emptied his balls completely in the open air.  He struggled to remain even posted on all fours like the beast he so closely resembled. With a labored groan, he slumped off to one side and tried to catch the breath that now so easily escaped him.

	The caravan continued like this for some time. All through the night the front wagon was rife with activity. Dozens of men pinned the hobbit to the ground and fucked her for all she was worth before staggering off to let the next unruly beast have their turn riding her. She could barely remember any of their faces, but it was of little consequence. Their desires and advances prevented her from even contemplating resistance. Though she mouthed off whenever possible, all it ever earned her was another cock stuffed between her lips to silence her. For hours and hours this continued, until each and every single member of the caravan had been satisfied. In every single position imaginable they grabbed her and laid claim to her. Her entire body ached pleasantly (the curse stopped her from ever really sustaining injury, after all) when she rolled over  in the wagon and finally had time to collect herself.

	She considered sneaking away in the night, but the idea blotted from her mind like a record expunged from a record. After all the desires of the caravan had been entirely clear! She was going to ride their cocks all the way to Orthimas.

	Instead, Gracella pulled herself from the sex-wagon and made her way to the empty wagon they'd set aside for her. She walked along slowly, her legs relearning how to walk after an entire day on her back, knees and lifted entirely off of the ground by whatever tallfellow had made its way onto the scene. She walked carefully through the loose gravel and nearly made it to her sleeping quarters before being interrupted.

	A cold, wet snout pressed against the small of the halfling's back and the shock nearly sent her falling over again. She looked over her shoulder to see the loyal guard-hounds of the caravan watching her. She was a stranger after all, and they were simply doing their jobs in keeping tabs on the caravan. She slowly extended her hand and pet the closest large black hound behind his ears before setting off again. It wasn't long before the snout  pressed back against her,  a bit more force added this time to ensure that the halfling  fell right over. Just as she did, the large hound stepped over top of her to prevent her from easily standing up. Gracella didn't have time to curse her fate yet again.  She tried to push the large hound off  of her, but he was adamant to stay atop her. She would have struggled more, kicked and yelled to try and scare the beasts off, but the camp was quiet, the caravaneers finally asleep. She didn't need them waking up to catch her getting rutted by the camp pets. Defeatedly, she reached a hand back between her legs and she could already feel the actual canine cock pushing out of its sheathe. It grew and grew until it made the halfling look positively diminutive. The beast already stood nearly as tall as she did, and even his fat, red dogcock made her look even more like a bitch ready to be taken.

	The second hound stepped around in front of her, and laid down on his back with his hind legs poised in the air as his cock too rose to full attention from his sheathe. The final beast merely kept watch, but by the red rocket swinging like a weapon between his legs, he didn't intend to be left dry while he actually performed his job.

	And in a frenzy, the leader began to claim her. Paws left the ground and settled around Gracella's thighs, claws digging into the skin as he blindly fucked forward with all the fervor of a beast fitting of the name. His massive, shaggy head lowered to her neck and he closed his mouth 'round the side of her throat.  The bite wasn't hard, merely to keep her secure as he first gave himself a hefty thighjob until he could find her cunt. When he finally did, the beast was nowhere near as elegant as her human partners. He rutted himself into her as fast as his body would allow. He held faster to her, nails sinking deeper into her skin and his teeth leaving rippling indents on her neck as he plunged his massive swinging bitchbreaking dogcock into her. It forced her wider than any of the humans had before, and each time he speared forward, she could feel the need stirring in his core as he sloppily marked her pussy with his preload.

	Face down, ass up was how the halfling was made to fuck. Her head was just inches from the ground as she lapped at each of the hound's nuts until she brought her lips to kiss around the thick knot at the base of his erect dick. She covered the massive organ in lipstick stains, smearing herself over every centimeter of its fat cock. Each kiss made the beast twitch, his hindquarters helplessly flailing as he tried in vain to find some hole to breed without relief in sight.

	And lastly, she jerked the final beast off, handling its massive fucking cock with both her her hands forced to stroke it to get around the gargantuan shaft. She stroked it between her palms in quick wet sloppy jerks that left the poor beast begging for more, and soon he too was pent up and left wanting. A swelling knot grew at his base and his cock stood at attention like a good stud's should while she pumped his bitch-breeder.

	The frenzied hound fucking her doggystyle was easy to please. His cock was squeezed and milked by a nice hole, and so the beast had no trouble burying his cock up to the root inside of the hot hole and blowing a fat nut inside of Gracella, filling her now with her first load of animal cum. It made her cheeks burn red as she was forced to accept the loads of the beast, and her toes curled in sinful delight as the knot swelled up to tie them nicely together, the cock wedged now inside of her as he tried his best to ensure a litter of pups with the newest addition to his breeding stock.

	Her sucking and slurping on the second dog-dick was more than enough to send the beast over the edge in turn, and soon her face was coated in another set of gooey virile seed, but this one from the prick of a four-legged guard dog. He marked her with his load until not a single drop more would even drizzle from his cock, and then he laid still while the third and final beast wasted his spunk in the dirt, heavy ropes of the cream spilling by the ounce down to the dirt while he still tried dutifully to keep watch.

	Finally they left her, and Gracella could finally shamble to her wagon. She pulled herself up into the interior, and laid flat on  the cool wooden ground. She didn't even have time to realize how tired she was until she was out like a light. It was just too bad she'd be woken up by horny hounds and even hornier men just after dawn.


Just how willl Gracella get out of this one, will she even want to? These questions and more will be answered on the next Episode of “Gracella Margeth: A Clash with Chimera!”