Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Olivia pulled off his scratchy wool tunic. It had covered him to just below his cute girly ass.
It was uncomfortable to wear, made by Orcs. Yet for some reason it turned him on. His tiny sissy bump was now revealed to the world. It was erect, yet not quite two inches long.
He slipped into the cool river water. In a natural pool where the water moved slowly. Lara grinned at him from where he waited. A ginger Elf, who had become a sissy. Much like the young human. His penis was a bit bigger. Thought still small. Only four inches when hard.
They embraced in the water. Soft lips finding one another. Hands reaching down to tug each other's sissy dicks.
A pair of Orcs had come down to watch them bathe. Probably hoping they were the twins. They sat and watched the two bathe anyway.
Olivia thought about their big green cocks. It would be so humiliating to suck them. To let the Orcs do with him as they wished.
The young prince had found he was beginning to enjoy being abused. Even the thought of it turned him on.
He had spent months as a slave. It was only now that he was free that he realized he enjoyed much of his time serving his former master.
The young men each cum in the water. In each other's hand. Then they climb out. Dripping they kneel before the grinning Orcs.
Olivia pulls the thick green rod out of the big man's wool pants. He licks from the hairy balls to the dark green tip. Tasting the pre-cum.
He takes the whole thing in his mouth. Into his throat. Getting lower and lower.
Next to him, Lara bobs up and down. Blowing the other happy Orc.
Olivia was proud that he could fully swallow most cocks. It titillated him to be so naughty. He tickled the Orc's balls with his tongue. His head starting to pound from lack of air.
With a gasp he pulls back up. His golden curls bouncing around his head.
Stroking the big green dick it doesn't take long for the thing to shoot Orc jizz all over his face and chest.
The Orc pats him on the head in a friendly way, standing up and heading back to the dock.
There were ten Orcs that ran the small pier. They were actually nice in their way. They needed to be if they were to make any golds from passing ships.
They definitely appreciated the sluttiness of Olivia's group.
He headed back to the river to clean the cum off while his love finished off the other Orc.
"We can trust them?" Shyael asked. She was naked on the old Orcs lap, her arms around his neck. She moaned occasionally as his green fingers slowly pushed into her tight peach.
The whole group was gathered around him. He had announced he booked them travel on a boat.
"Mmm, yes. As far as that goes they will stick to my deal." The Grey haired Orc nods. "You haven't much coin left though, so part of the trip will be paid with your asses." The young elf wiggles hers on his lap.
"That doesn't sound so bad." Olivia says.
"Dwarves have a certain reputation." The old green man warns. "Their women are frigid. So they enjoy taking their frustrations out on the women of other races. Especially humans."
They needed to go. Regardless of the method. They couldn't just stay and be dick whores for dock Orcs. Though part of Olivia wanted just that.
In the morning they packed their scant belongings and met with the boat captain.
"I am captain Bakour. Welcome aboard ladies." The ruddy dwarf bowed sweeping off his fancy hat with the colorful feathers.
The boat was a shallow bottom skiff. Larger than the last they had been on. This also had a second floor and most of it was enclosed.
The dwarf showed them to their quarters. Small closets with dressers and hammocks instead of beds.
"Will this actually survive at sea?" Jentif asked the short thick man. Growing up in the mountains she was picturing a storm tossed wavy death trap.
"Yes lass. The Kholean Sea is nearly as calm as this river. Just a lot deeper." He rested his hand on her ass in what he hoped seemed a friendly way.
Captain Bakour was five one. Stout, and had a big red nose above a magnificent mustache. But no beard.
He grinned when the red demon woman let his hand linger.
The girls waved at the Orcs as the boat pushed off. The crew of six eager to see just how far their passengers would let them go.
As far as they would like, it seemed. It took four days to reach the sea. During that time the Dwarven crew committed every degrading, humiliating act they could think of on the girls.
Truth was that the dwarves weren't all that inventive. They so rarely had an opportunity like this that none of them had ever developed truly devious tasted.
There was a lot of spanking, crawling, dick sucking, and name calling.
Captain Bakour especially enjoyed tying Jentif to a pillar naked. Then he would take a belt across her big red ass till she begged. Which she always did to move things along.
The barbarian wasn't a true succubus. But she had definitely gained some of the attributes of one. The belt stung, certainly, but not as much as it would had she been fully human.
He didn't mind that she had a big red dick either. Often stopping to give it a tug or a squeeze.
"Ye' like that? Red she devil whore?" He'd ask.
"Uunh! Yes master!" She would respond. Eventually dropping to her knees so he could fuck her up the sore ass.
The other truth was that Olivia wasn't the only one that had found they craved the abuse.
"You actually like their humiliation?" He asked. Sharing a quiet moment with his big red wife.
"Yes. Though it shames me to say it." Jentif admits. Her fingers squeezing his tiny bit of nothing.
He traced her faintly glowing tattoos in the dim light. Moaning at her touch.
"I think the others do too." She says. "I know Elydanos was starting to be turned on any time that terrible little rat rode her."
"What are we going to do when we get home?" The young prince wondered aloud. Squeezing one of her giant red breasts.
"I think that's obvious. Slaves need a master. You said you think your uncle is evil. That he had you kidnapped. Let's see how he responds to us returning."
