Unwinding with Orcs

(cruel, monstergirls, insertion)

Guusha strolled at a steady pace through the light wooded area with a box in her hand; it was small and cheaply made, fitting inside her large green claw with ease. Her pace quickened when she spotted the glow of her party's campfire in the immediate distance. After letting herself get caught up with the merchant for so long her comrades would no doubt be snippy.

That prediction was confirmed when she crossed the threshold of the clearing and was met with a snarl from a green skinned sister, cross legged on the floor. "Took yer time!"

"Shut up! I managed to save us a few coin," Guusha growled back.

"Better have been worth it."

Guusha's wrinkled nose smoothed as she set the box down on a makeshift table. The orc waited for the four other women to gather around before peeling the thin lid off for a dramatic reveal.

If such a reveal could be considered 'dramatic' for the gaggle of orcs, then it was terrifying for those inside the box. Marriette was a small, young, pale human girl with fine, supple features - the polar opposite to the quintet of savage green faces that hovered above her enclosure. Purple lips, pointed tusks, braided and battle-hardened, but still quite feminine and smooth. But no matter how deceptively pretty their faces were, the half-dozen humans, while uncertain of the exact nature, knew they would face an ordeal.

"This one's mine!" one orc cried gleefully as she clumsily shoved her claw in and snagged the lone young man.

"Hey! You know I prefer the boys! Give him over!" another replied.

"Bad luck! I'm in the mood for a man tonight," she smugly coughed through her orcish vocal chords.

"Hraghr! You only do this just to annoy me, you bitch!"

The muscular giants bickered back and forth, which quickly descended in to a brutal wrestling match. Marriette's world was, quite literally, shaken as the brawl took place not a few feet from her. She couldn't help but stare at the lumbering behemoths above her, the ones spectating, especially the orc that had purchased them. Guusha was well-built, as they all were, but also had a similar auburn coloured hair to Marriette, braided and swiped to one side, revealing her pierced ear. The orc's brown eyes flicked down to the box, noticing her tiny admirer eyeing her up; she'd found her target.

"Oh, look what you've gone and done!"

"Me?! You were the one holding him!"

"You went and pushed me!"

"Hmph! Whatever, there's still enough to go around. C'mon, take ya pick."

Now that the distraction was over, Guusha reached in as fast as she could to snatch up her human. The tiny animal's limbs were restrained by thick green fingertips, and its skeleton was shaken when it was pulled through the air up to its owner's face, dressed in a contemplative frown.

Mariette tried her hardest to move away, pulling her head back in disgust, but the sheer pressure of the fingers made it a struggle to move more than her neck.

The green-skinned monster sniffed at her prize, like a cat. She was examining her, testing her to see if she was good enough. Guusha continued to invade her personal space by prodding her, licking her, squeezing her, all the while the tiny human held back tears and squeaked in fear. The muscled brute was terrifying, no doubt even to elves or other larger races, but Mariette very much doubted even the most fragile elf needed to worry about being crushed by an orc's mere fingers.

Deciding the pale morsel was suitable, and not wanting to wait any longer, Guusha unfastened her loincloth and pelts and struggled them down her thick thighs, falling around her ankles. This is when Mariette, who had previously been absorbed by the chiseled green face ahead of her, began to inspect her surroundings more closely. The pack of fit women were all gradually stripping down with their purchases held in their hands, and it seemed like what they were about to do was obvious. She struggled to swallow a mouthful of saliva past her tightened chest, and panicked at her imminent humiliation; clearly orcs were shameless.

Dropping the minute girl down to her crotch, where she collapsed on impact, Guusha gave a slight, sly smile. The imminent lewd act was filling her with anticipation. Mariette, in turn, responded by pulling herself up and onto her knees, where she stared slack jawed up at the orc that had been manhandling her only seconds ago, and although there were no more fingers to strangle her, her chest still felt tight.

Guusha's abdominal muscles were chiseled into the cliff face of her body, in the shadow of her breasts' overhang; they seemed as hard as rock, powerful and firm. Her entire brutish body intimidated the mouse quivering at her womanhood, which naturally drew the most attention. "In you go," Guusha chuckled as she edged her purchase in.

Mariette let out a few squeaks as gigantic fingers collected her from behind, directing her into the moistened cavern. She dug her heels into the ground and looked up with pleading eyes, only to find the face obscured by two green mountains. In no time she was right at the warm, fleshy entrance, with no hope of escape.

A grin grew high above her as she was finally pushed in, to the gripping slick walls of Guusha's sex.

Among other races, dwarves and elves especially, orc women were largely avoided. It's said that the pelvic floor muscles of a female could crack a walnut, let alone a petite human's thin little frame. Mariette was getting but a small taste of this inhuman strength as she felt her body strain against the very distinctly powerful vaginal walls. The warmth bubbled all around her, inescapable and uncomfortably moist in her mouth and nose. Crushed and choked, the girl wasn't sure how much she could bear before popping and collapsing.

Guusha smiled and stretched her back, savouring the feeling of limp wriggling. Softly she ground back and forth, deftly gyrating her hips and watching her strong muscles to ripple beneath her oak leaf skin. There was a reason orcs were attracted to human: power. Orcs craved it, and with human at their disposal, they were free to exercise their immense comparative might with impunity. Mariette herself was much too little to be of use to the statuesque mound of sinewy flesh, but the knowledge that she was being used to slake the orc's desire with no way to resist is what got her going.

As she danced to herself, moving rhythmically, sultry, in her seat, almost teasing herself. She bit down on her bottom lip, so hard, in fact, that the point of her protruding tuck sliced her lip; Guusha just licked up the metallic blood without batting an eyelid. Everything other than the sensation of her toy inside her was pushed from her mind, mocking her with the tiny amounts of pleasure she was giving. At will she clenched her lower muscles, squeezing the human tight with her toned walls, and causing Mariette to stiffen entirely and cringe in pain.

Eventually the burning walls relented, and even better, they spread wider and allowed her to drop onto the surface, where a veritable stream of juices was running out the newly blinding opened slit. For a second a vague feeling of freedom washed over the battered girl, seeing a gate to the outside world... not inside the belly of a cruel beast. But that was thoroughly dashed when a foreign object teased its way in, and blotted out all the streaming light.

In her passion, Guusha had grabbed the dagger strapped to her shoulder and teased the hilt in, the rounded pommel's ridges making her clench her savage teeth. She pushed it in as deep as it could go while still providing a decent grip, and then lifted away her fingers to allow it to be enveloped. Deliberately targeting the girl, she pushed the hard ball at the end into her and ground her fragile form into the side of her wall.

Mariette yelped and failed to even resist. The pommel was impossibly hard and rigid, and the tensed flesh walls were hardly yielding. Fluid dripped into her eyes, blinding her in the dark, and the heat flushed her skin. All this while the gigantic beast surrounding her let out moans and grunts of selfish pleasure. She couldn't help but beg, perhaps to this thing that relished in tormenting her, or perhaps to an even higher god; but as of her and her race's current condition, she doubted they had much love for humans.

Wielding the tip harshly, the orcess worked the girl harder and harder into her. Each time she was pressed tighter, or ground more brashly, she took another haggard breath and groaned deeper. The thought of all the agony this human was going through... There was more than one reason all other races avoided orcs.

With a final, solid, hefty thrust of the dagger hilt, Guusha clenched her jaw, toes, and muscles, squeezing the human directly into the iron pommel at a force nigh her breaking point. For a painfully long orgasm Marriette felt her body strain and compress against muscles almost as resistant as the iron... But, in the end, her surroundings loosened, and the dagger was withdrawn. So too was she, by a few brutish fingers, up to be inspected once again.

"Mine's alive," Guusha announced to her comrades - using the term quite liberally, as it was clear not all of her toy's bones had survived the journey.

"Geh, you've always been gentle with them."

Guusha smirked, "No problem ta' me, just means I get another use outta her."