Maer 27 - Stretched to the Limit
It can't be real.
Maer is naked. She is walking through the snow, towards a giant, hopped up out of her mind on some weird potion. Physiologically, Maer's body is at peak arousal. Her nipples are rock hard, aching even. She can feel liquid leaking from her vagina, coating her inner thighs. She can feel her blood pumping through her veins with each heartbeat. She feels warm even in the cold mountain wind....
Mentally it's another story. The potion is definitely doing something. It feels like she is sleep-walking, somehow. Like she's watching someone else. She wonders, can I stop? Can I turn back? But she keeps walking.
Now she's standing in front of the giant. He hasn't noticed her yet, but he will.
The giant stops what he's doing and sniffs. Can he smell her? Her Master said something about the potion attracting the giant, so maybe that's what's happening.
Oh sweet Mara and Dibella, the giant's cock becomes erect. It is... oh my god... it is... there's no way. Maer wants to turn and run, but her body won't obey. She just stands there, waiting, waves of panic washing over her.
The two lock eyes. Maer gets no emotion from the giant's expression, but she knows what's about to happen. The giant steps towards her, almost hitting her head with his cock.
Gently the giant picks her up.
He presses her down on his penis, squishing her labia. Maer can her herself somewhere between moaning and screaming, as the outside her genitals are compressed and released over and over again. It's really trying to fuck her.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaah!"
The tip of the giant's penis enters her vagina. The stretch is immense. Maer can feel pleasure, her body is aroused, but it is also in pain as her inside is stretched and compressed beyond what should be possible.
Maer groans and whimpers as the the giant - slowly, inch by inch - pushes into her.
He starts fucking her. Or maybe, he starts masturbating, using Maer's body as a masturbatory aid. Certainly, Maer isn't contributing anything herself to the act, her limbs flailing about limply as the giant uses her body.
The force of the ejaculation practically shoots Maer off the giant's penis. Flopped on the ground, moaning and quivering covered in his sticky goo, Maer looks up and sees her Master watching her. He's saying something. What is he saying? Right... "present yourself until the giant is done."
Still on her hands and knees, Maer turns away from the giant and lifts her ass towards him... and... unfortunately, the giant picks her up again and repeats the process.
Maer loses count of how many times the giant fucks her, but eventually he stops... takes a few steps... and falls over, dead.
"Hahaha! You fucked a giant to death!"
Maer's Master is cheerful, as he tells her to follow. Maer, limps along barely able to walk - that's how sore her body is. Yet she follows. How could it happen? Maer doesn't know, and truthfully she's just happy it's over.
"Kneel before Malacath!"
Apparently the giant had been desecrating the shrine of the Daedric Prince. Now her Master wanted to consecrate the tool he'd used to free the shrine - her - at the altar of the Orc's favoured patron.
As the effects of the potion recede, Maer's pains and aches grow deeper and wider.
Her Master lets her rest there, on her knees (she's gotten quite used to staying on her knees, it's not comfortable but it's not bad either).
Eventually, shakily, Maer gets to her feet. Gingerly she touches her vagina. It's tender and sore everywhere she touches, but thankfully it doesn't feel damaged. She's not hurt, physically at least.
Maer recalls how sometimes men would tell her she'd make "a good cock-sleeve for a giant" when they want to demean her. Well... now she knows what it's like, being a giant's cock-sleeve. And somehow - in spite of how sore and achy she is - part of her brain thinks it's hot. It's messed up, but she knows that she'll be calling up images of what just happened when she masturbates some time in the future. Same as with the tentacles. Not now, though....
The Orc Chieftain's attack knocks Maer down in one hit.
The two Orcs have been bickering - over an axe or a hammer or something - and it's come to blows. The Chieftain decides to take it out on Maer first.
As she lies bleeding on the ground, Maer manages to fish out a healing potion from her pack. She drinks it. It's not enough to make her feel good, but it's enough to get her standing (barely) and summon her Atronach, because fuck that guy trying to kill her. She may be a giant's cock-sleeve, but that doesn't mean... Maer collapses again from the strain before she can finish the thought, but she's pretty sure she sees her Master cleave the Chieftain's head with his axe.
"Princess, present yourself."
She kneels on the ground, pushing her ass up. Her Master examines her, then starts touching. Maer exhales as his fingers gently strokes her labia. She is sore. Very sore. She can't help but squirm under his touch, but she doesn't complain.
He inserts first one finger, then another. It's an intense feeling, not from pure arousal but from being stimulated while she's so sore. Luckily, she's already wet from his touch. Still she moans.
"Amazing... you're still so tight. No tearing, no looseness...." He inserts more of his hand and pushes in a bit, causing Maer to yelp.
"Princess, you're going to have to relax. If you can take a giant's cock, you can take my hand."
"Ngggnnnhh..." she moans. Again she feels stretched down there. Somehow he's fitted his whole fist inside of her. It's smaller than the giant, but the potion has worn off. It kind of hurts - mostly because he's pushing against parts of her that are sore from the ordeal with the giant - but it feels like it could really hurt if he makes a sudden move.
Maer lies limp as he forces in part of his forearm.
"Did the giant make you climax?"
"No," she whispers, shaking her head. It was incredibly intense - it reminded her of the tentacles a bit that way. But she didn't have an orgasm, she was just stretched and pushed and stimulated, but she was way too drugged and scared and strained to cross that line.
Without saying anything further, he starts stimulating her - first one nipple, then another, then her clitoris. Back and forth he goes, lightly and slowly at first, but more firmly and faster. Soon enough, he's flicking and rubbing her clitoris and she's moaning and screaming - all the while his fist and most of his forearm is up inside her vagina.
It's a screaming twitching painful orgasm, her limbs shaking like she's having some sort of fit. The second orgasm is even more intense, both in terms of ecstasy and pain. The third orgasm is weaker, like an aftershock, masking less of the pain.
He smiles as he pulls out his arm, letting Maer collapse to the ground.
"Oh look what you've done to me," he says. Her Master is erect, but Maer is too exhausted to move, much less stand.
He isn't offended by her lack of response. He seems pleased.
The Orc picks her up and fucks her from behind, propping her up. He gives no thought to her pleasure, he just pounds her hard - apparently he's turned on by everything that's happened and by how spent and useless Maer is.
Still, somehow, she has another little orgasm - more pain than pleasure.
"It's done, it's in" he says. She can hear the smile in his voice as he drops her to the ground, even if she doesn't know what he means.
"Mule, get to work."
Maer isn't sure how long she was allowed to rest, but it wasn't long. She had hoped that somehow, after the brutal treatment she's endured, that her Master would go gentle on her. But that is not to be. She's a slave, and she must fulfill her slave duties.
Maer picks up their gear plus whatever they looted from the giant and the Orc Chieftain, and sets off back through the caves they came in through. Every step is painful, her muscles aching from the pounding she took, from her wounds, and from the heavy load on her back. Her Master, following behind, hums to himself - he's in a good mood evidently. He even forgot to tie her arms.
Maer contemplates the events of the day. She's not sure she can take more of this and make it to the end of her slavery contract (as if he'll release her anyhow). Maybe she should try to escape? But not now... she's weary, so weary.
Still, Maer resolves to at least start thinking about making a plan... it's not that she's going to run away... but at least if she has a plan she could follow if worse comes to worst... maybe that will help her cope. Maybe. But not now. Right now, she just has to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other until her Master lets her rest (oh please let it be soon).
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