The Mage's Breaking Point
The first thing the orcs did with the female mage was to bind her, grabbing her by both arms and legs. In an instant, she was pinned down. Ropes were tightened around her wrists and ankles.
"Help me! Honey! Please!" the mage screamed, begging for salvation. But not a single soul reached out to help her.
"If you’d just stayed quiet, you would’ve lived. You’re the one who almost got us killed. Why didn't you just trust us?" The orc standing above the fountain sneered, flicking his fingers dismissively.
The orcs carried the mage away, and before her, a Slime Dragon gaped its maw wide open.
"It'll hurt if we just go in dry."
The orcs shoved the mage into the Slime Dragon's mouth. She thrashed inside, desperate not to be dissolved, but the monsters' actions defied all imagination.
Kkeureureuk, kkeureureuk!
The mage’s naked body began to be coated in the Slime Dragon’s bodily fluids. From the crown of her head to the tips of her toes, she was pickled in the viscous liquid inside the creature. After a few moments, the Slime Dragon spat her out.
"Ah..."
It hadn't even been ten seconds. The mage stared blankly at the slime covering her entire body, and she cursed her own knowledge.
"Slime fluid has an aphrodisiac effect."
The orc in the robe clapped his hands. At that exact moment—
"KYAAAAAAAH!"
The mage’s back arched like a bow. Her frantic writhing on the ground wasn't an attempt to shake off the slime; it was a reaction to the sudden, overwhelming heat.
"Ah, ah-huk, hng-eok!"
Lying face down on the dirt, the mage spasmed, fluids leaking from her lower half. Her body lost all strength, and she drooled into the dirt path. Suddenly, her head snapped up.
"Hng, ugh—?!"
An orc’s angry spear pierced her mouth. The thick, arrowhead-like tip was slathered in the Slime Dragon’s mucus. The orc smeared the fluid all over the inside of her mouth.
"Ugh, eueuk!"
The mage summoned every ounce of her remaining strength to bite down, but the orc’s member was so hard it didn't even leave a mark. With the other orcs closing in, her jaw went slack.
Slap!
An orc smeared a handful of slime over her crotch. He forced her lower body up, spreading the fluid evenly from her iliac crest to her pubic bone.
"Ugh-uuugh!"
Mucus and saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, but the area around her pelvis burned as if she’d been scalded. Her insides were filled with slime, and suddenly, her lower body was hoisted into the air. The ropes had been undone.
Push—!
The sensation of being impaled from below made her head spin. The object, thicker and harder than anything her husband could ever offer, stretched her insides wide in an instant.
"Ugh-ack."
As the orc in her mouth pulled back, forcing her to look behind her, she realized she was straddling an orc lying on the ground. She had suspected it, but it was true. Then, another orc threw his legs over the first one’s stomach to get into position. He gripped his own engorged third leg and aimed for her rear.
Squelch.
"Ugh-uuugh!"
The sensation from her lower half made her want to vomit. The feeling of foreign objects in both her front and back holes was utterly repulsive. Tears welled in her eyes at the thought of being violated by monsters—in front of the very people she had been laughing and chatting with just that morning.
"Ah, ah..."
In the distance, she caught a glimpse of her husband, Altien, staring at her in despair. She reached out a hand for help, but he closed his eyes and turned his head away.
Squelch.
Her outstretched hand was grabbed by yet another orc. He forced her hand onto his member and began to jerk himself off rapidly. Red slime splattered everywhere. The mage dropped her head, but it was immediately forced back up.
Push.
The orc shoved his member back into her mouth. The feeling of the glans pressing against her uvula was so horrific it made her gag. But her right hand, the only one left, was also being used by another orc. Five in total. Three holes penetrated by orcish members, and both hands forced into service. The mage could only despair at her nightmarish reality.
"Well then, humans. Will you resist?"
The orc captain’s oily voice cut through the air. He asked the humans again with a leering grin.
"Those who resist will be treated like the Demon King's army. Go ahead, try to resist. We have plenty of orcs to go around, anyway."
Thwack, thwack-thwack-thwack.
The orcs thrust their hips in rhythm with the captain’s words. Slime, pre-cum, and her own juices splashed between their skin, soaking everything. An orc lying on the ground, watching her breasts bounce, giggled and pointed downward.
"Heh, Squad Leader. This one is starting to leak."
"She likes it. Make it rougher. Make her lose her mind completely."
The elf spoke in a cold voice, shaking her fist violently. Her speed was faster than the orcs' thrusts, and they accelerated their pace in obedience to the squad leader's command.
Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!
"Ugh, ugh-uuugh!"
The mage’s vision blurred. Thanks to the slime, her entire body had become an erogenous zone, and pleasure flooded her system, drowning out even the pain. The member in her vagina supported her from below, while the one in her anus hammered away, crushing the walls between her organs. Each time, her body was slammed forward. Her lips pressed against the orc’s pubic bone, and every time the glans hit her uvula, she retched. Her mouth felt like it was on fire, and the heat made the orc’s member even hotter. She was being perfectly, utterly humiliated.
The price for their failed assassination was devastating. But the mage didn't let go of the thread of hope. Thirty minutes. She counted the numbers in her head, praying for the time to pass. If she could just endure those thirty minutes, maybe they would spare her life for her tenacity.
"Brother, match my pace."
"No. You match mine."
The orcs thrusting into her anus and mouth bickered. They were engaged in a contest of pride, with the mage caught in the middle. To prove who was stronger, they thrust their hips with all their might.
"Euh-eueuk!"
The impact of their brutal hammering made her breasts bounce violently. Her firm chest became a gauge, showing whose strength was greater. The mage shed tears at the shock reverberating through her upper body, but she endured the pain. It was difficult, but she could survive this. The orcs had great physical strength, but their technique was poor; their mindless, brute-force pounding paradoxically made it easier to get used to.
Hard, hard, hard, hard. The orcs thought that just thrusting hard was enough, and as they rammed into her, the pleasure continued to build. But strong stimulation eventually leads to numbness, and thanks to the slime, even that pain was sublimated into pleasure. She was being unilaterally abused, but if she was just being used as an example, they would surely let her live. Holding onto that thread of hope, the mage began to shake her own hips. After all, they were only slightly larger than a human's, and this wasn't her first time. She would find her rhythm soon. For a brief moment, the mage found a sliver of composure.
Thwack, thwack-thwack-thwack.
Splurt!
The orc thrusting into her rear rammed his member in with a powerful surge. The mage’s eyes went wide.
"Eugh-uuugh!!"
It was hot. And at the same time, it felt alive, vibrant. Her rectum felt like it was on fire, and the heat caused her consciousness to drift away for a moment. The orc violating her mouth pulled out.
"Puh-ha...!"
Her head dropped. Her glasses, barely clinging to her nose, fell to the floor, and a mixture of orc pre-cum and her own saliva dripped onto the lenses. The mage’s mouth went slack, and she began to giggle inanely.
"Heh, heh-heh, this, is, im-impossible, hng-eok!"
With her mouth free, she babbled incoherently, not even knowing what she was saying. The moment she was ejaculated inside, she realized her fate. These monsters intended to plant their seed within her. As a human, she was finished.
"Heh, heh-heh-heh..."
Because of one wrong choice, she would never be able to live as a person again. The pleasure provided by the orcs' large, hard members meant she would never be satisfied by a normal human again.
Splurt, splurt!
The orcs whose members she had been jerking off also ejaculated. One covered her hands in slime, and the other sprayed his seed across her white back. The semen burned like molten wax against her skin.
"HYAAAAAAAH!!!"
The mage let out a scream so intense she wondered if she had ever made such a sound in her life. She couldn't stand it. At the same time, she wished the orc would just plug her mouth again rather than hear herself make such beastly noises.
Swoosh.
A giant shadow fell over her head. The orc placed his glans on her forehead as if showing off his prize. He rubbed it gently against her face, like a fisherman baiting a hook, as if to say that if she wanted it, she had to take it herself.
"Heh, heh-heh..."
The mage stuck out her tongue and licked the member from the bottom up. From the moment she began performing a service she had never even done for her husband—not for a man, but for a monster—the mage gave up on everything.
"Ah..."
Among the crowd, only one man’s sigh rang out loudly. Her husband’s flushed face came into view. She felt sorry for him, but there was nothing she could do.
Gulp.
The mage took the orc’s glans into her mouth of her own volition. The orc stroked her hair gently and spat saliva onto her face. The spit landing on her brow was an act of humiliation, and the mage felt both the shame and the pleasure, her entire body tensing.
Splurt!
The member supporting her from below shuddered. Her vagina was filled to the brim with the orc’s seed, and the mage remained still for a long time with the glans in her mouth.
"Oh? Look at that? She’s actually enjoying herself? Hey, what are you guys doing? Is that all you’ve got?"
At the captain’s words, the mage’s heart sank. It felt as if the cloud she had been floating on had vanished, and she had been slammed back down to earth. The fear of death settled into the space where pleasure had been rising.
"Hey. I don't care if she dies, just pound her as hard as you can. Don't hold back. If she's still sane after thirty minutes, then you guys are the ones who are going to die, got it?"
"RA, LAS!!"
No sooner had the captain’s warning ended than the orcs rushed back at her, thrusting their members into her indiscriminately. A new orc pierced her rear, and her hands were grabbed by others and forced to jerk them off. Thwack, thwack-thwack. One orc even climbed onto her back and began rubbing his member against her spine. Realizing that even the last shred of consideration was gone, the mage felt her mind slipping away under the relentless waves of pleasure.
Thirty minutes. Just endure for thirty minutes. Her vision turned white, and she clenched her hands. With a jolt of sensation through her whole body, she squeezed the orc’s member in her hands, shivering. The mage had climaxed, even under the orcs' abuse.
"Hey, it's only been five minutes and you're already exhausted? There are ninety other orcs waiting in line, should I swap you out?"
Ah. At the captain’s words, the mage gave up on thinking. Her body was coated in semen that burned like hot wax, and she was being impaled by hard, searing members. Splurt, splurt. Even as they rammed into her belly, which had become bloated from receiving so much seed, the mage finally lost consciousness.
In the haze of her fading mind, she saw her husband panting as he watched her. To think he was panting while watching her be violated by monsters. It was more disgusting than her own situation. As the last thread of her sanity snapped, the mage lost all awareness.