The Tale of the Nemorvian Band

Chapter Four: Lost In The Woods

As Novaoa stumbled through the woods, moving deeper and deeper into their untamed wilds, her naked feet became progressively more covered in filth. It took a long time for the mighty Nemorvian warrior to start coming out of the mental haze the enchanted lion's head had put her in. The thick fog that crowded out her thoughts was finally starting to clear. She was once more becoming aware of her surroundings, although she didn't yet have control of her body. Her movements forward, however, were slowing.

Her slow zombie-like walk slowly came to a halt. The naked Nemorvian blinked and looked around, confused by how she had gotten to where she was. "Where am I?" she muttered. Slowly memories started to come back to her, the lion's head and how it had put her and her Nemorvian sisters into some kind of deep trance then the two men coming in and using them all.

The memory made her clench her fists in anger. She had sworn she would never let men use her like that again. Recalling the shameful event brought other memories flooding back into her mind, memories of her long life as a whore in various brothels. Being used by a never-ending series of men of every race, sold from one owner to another till she had ended up in Iphasea City.

"Never again," she whispered, repeating the vow she had made the day she had escaped, taking those she could with her. And now she had failed them, failed without a fight. She cursed herself for having been so careless and cursed again when she thought of Kilne and Amitkoa. Although she assumed they were still sitting entranced in the bathhouse she didn't know for certain, by now someone else could have found them and done far worse to them than had already been done.

She had to get back to them, had to save them then press on with their mission to save the other Nemorvians held in sexual servitude in Iphasea City. First, though, she'd need to find her way back to the bathhouse.

Novaoa looked around and realized she was deep in the forest, far deeper than she'd ever dared go. There was no hint of what direction she had come from, something made worse by the way she'd turned around in confused circles while her mind had been clearing. Looking up she could see that the sun was beginning to set and that soon it would be dark. These woods were a dangerous place at night even when armed. She stood there naked and weaponless, knowing she might be in grave danger.

Not far from where she stood was a small rocky rise which she began heading towards, hoping that if she climbed it she might be able to see over the trees to find the road she had come from or maybe even spot the bathhouse itself.

As she approached she discovered the opening of a cave, the sight bringing her great joy.

At least I'll have a place of relative safety to hide in during the long, dark night

, she thought.

But was it really a place of safety? As she drew nearer she slowed, seeing signs that this cave might already be inhabited. Paths seemed to be trampled in the underbrush heading out in several directions and at the mouth of the cave there were bones scattered about that looked as if they had been gnawed clean by some kind of beast.

As she stared into the cave she wondered if it was home to wolves

. No,

she thought,

I HOPE something as mundane and relatively harmless as wolves live in there. There's something in the air... A smell. A feeling. Something FAR worse than wolves might call this home. But what could it be?

She had her answer almost immediately as a massive figure began to emerge from the shadows of the cave. She gasped and took a step back as a huge troll stepped out of the cave, yawning and rubbing its eyes like a simple-minded child.

It loomed tall, standing at least three feet higher than her and that was while it stood slumped sleepily. It had a gross, fat body but she knew that under its bulk lay powerful muscles.

The thing was roughly humanoid in shape, but its head was overlarge while its face looked more beast than man. Its large tongue hung stupidly out of its mouth, thick strings of saliva dripping down onto its big gut. Its skin was thick and leathery, strong enough to blunt all but the sharpest weapons. Its belly was light blue while the rest of its thick hide was green. Yet as monstrous as it was between its legs hung an all too normal-looking dick, only of immense size.

Novaoa quickly looked away, afraid of what would happen if she saw more than a short glimpse of the creature's penis. For the troll

WAS

a creature. Trolls were incredibly similar to Ogres, yet while Ogres were dumb they were still sentient and capable of language. Trolls, however, were not. They were creatures that acted on pure instinct with little intelligence behind their actions.

She started to slowly back away, trying not to make any noise. The dumb towering beast hadn't noticed her even as it stood looking practically straight at her, scratching its fat belly as it chewed its own tongue. If she could just get out of sight she'd be able to turn and run away...

Novaoa stopped with a pained huff, having backed into something large and hard. Before she could turn her head to see what it was a massive, leathery hand grabbed her by the back of the neck, squeezing tightly and lifting her off her feet as if she weighed nothing. Looking up she saw the face of a second Troll drooling down on her, its animal eyes darting up and down her body and lingering on her overlarge breasts.

She wanted to scream but held back. She'd already shamed herself once today, she wouldn't do so a second time. She'd face this fate that she had stupidly walked into with bravery.

The Troll holding her grunted causing the one in the mouth of the cave to finally notice her. With big lumbering steps that shook the ground it walked towards her while the second Troll continued to hold her up by the neck, leaving her dangling in the air between the two beasts.

I have to fight,

Novaoa thought. But just as she was about to try and kick the beast approaching her it reached forward with surprising speed and started groping her breasts.

She started to scream in disgust and protest at the beast's clumsy, painful gropes but her voice was quickly silenced. The Troll holding her leaned down, pressing its huge gross face into hers with an open mouth, sending its slimy leathery tongue into her mouth as it began to kiss her. She gagged as the huge tongue invaded her throat, the taste making her want to retch.

Yet as revolted as she was her body started to respond to the other Troll's painful mauling of her overly sensitive breasts. Her heart thundered in her chest as her nipples grew painfully hard as they ached for attention. Between her legs her pussy was growing moist, the need to be filled increasing with every pound of her heart.

She fought to maintain control over her body, over its accursed impulse to give in to any sexual demand made of it. She found the strength to begin to struggle, kicking and punching at the two beasts pressed in around her, thrashing her limbs and trying to break free of the hand grasped tightly around her neck.

Amazingly she accomplished her goal, breaking free and falling to the ground on all fours. Quickly she looked up, hoping to see an opening to try and crawl away so she could get on her feet and run. But when her eyes rose she found herself looking up at the half-erect, vein-covered, fatly misshapen cock of the Troll looming above her. The sight was enough to make her pause as her racial instinct to serve cock kicked in, hampering what she feared was her one chance for escape.

The Trolls grunted, each grabbing their cocks and waving them at Novaoa, signaling they wanted to fuck her as they continued to harden. Their animalistic grunts were enough to let her mind clear for a moment, long enough for her to start to get up to dash away. But as soon as her body began to move the Troll closest to her let go of its cock and clenched both its huge hands into fists, bringing them down onto the back of her head.

For a moment there was only pain, then the world swam and spun around her. The blow had knocked her nearly unconscious, leaving her disoriented from pain and unable to tell which way was up.

Was she lying in the dirt? She couldn't tell till she was pulled up onto all fours. The Troll standing in front of her grabbed her hair and jerked her head up while the one behind her reached down and grabbed her wide hips, pulling them up so her large, plump ass was pointed toward him.

Novaoa looked up, blinking through tears of pain to see that the cock of the Troll before her was now fully erect. It was a lumpy, vein covered, and intimidatingly large yet unmistakably a cock. Her racial instincts kick back in, making her assume a position that left her ready to be fucked from both ends.

The Trolls grunted eagerly as they moved in closer. The one in front of her, still holding her hair, jerked her head up further making her yelp in pain as it dropped to its knees. As soon as her mouth was open it moved closer, ramming its oversized cock into her mouth. For a moment she thought that it wouldn't fit, but the thing grunted and pressed its cock forward as it pulled her head to it. Her mouth was forced open, her jaw flaring with pain. Eventually the thing's disgusting cock was forced successfully into her mouth.

While it crammed its too-large cock into her face it reached down with its free hand, grabbing one of her tits and squeezing hard enough to send a jet of milk spraying from her nipple. The pain made her want to scream which only served to help her open her mouth wider so its fat cock could be shoved further into her maw.

Soon the thing's large leathery fingers had grasped her nipple. It pinched them hard enough to bring tears to her Novaoa. A moment later it was painfully tugging on her tit hard enough to make her fear it would be ripped from her body, all while the beast grunted in pleasure and started to fuck her face.

As this was happening the one behind her dropped down onto its knees, grabbing its huge cock and rubbing its bulbous cockhead up and down her slit. Then, after getting its cockhead nice and wet from her flowing juices, it started to try and force its way into her cunt. Like with her mouth there was a moment where it felt that its cock was too large to fit inside of her, but her body gave way to the monstrous girth of its cock, mostly due to how wet she already was.

If her mouth hadn't been full of monster cock she would have howled in pain and terror from the feel of having something so massive forced into her cunt. But her screams were only heard as muffled sounds of discomfort and choking gags as the Troll in front of her forced its cock deeper down her throat.

A few moments later the two Trolls both rose to their feet, lifting the helpless Nemorvian off the ground as they stood. She was left dangling in the air, impaled by massive Troll cock from both ends with only the fleshy shafts pounding into her painfully stretched holes keeping her in place.

Tears streamed down her face and her overlarge breasts swung wildly back and forth under her as they fuck her from both ends with the ferocity only a savage beast could muster. She felt pleasure but it was so mixed with pain that she couldn't tell the two apart. The pain was pleasure and the pleasure was pain. Her body was betraying her as they savaged her, her lewd nature as a Nemorvian ensuring she enjoyed the savaging even as it threatened to break her.

Before long both the Trolls had cum in her, massive torrential loads of thick, foul-tasting, yogurty monster cum that filled her from both ends. The cock ramming down her throat was so deep in her that the flood of Troll semen was forced straight into her gut. As the one behind her came the pressure in her cunt built as her insides were quickly filled till the massive load of cum started squelching out nosily around the thing's huge shaft. Yet neither of the beast's orgasms slowed them down. Their cocks remained hard as they kept pounding her with savage abandon.

Novaoa had been fucked in almost every way imaginable, yet nothing like this had ever happened to her. The animal ferocity of it threatened to break her body. No one had ever used her with so little care for her wellbeing and no cocks so large had ever been forced so deep into her body.

During some moments of her ordeal she feared her body would not survive, yet somehow it did. Finally, after cumming in her countless times, the two Trolls pulled away and let the broken woman fall to the ground. As the cock pulled out of her cunt cum flooded out in a torrential flood. A moment later she rolled over to vomit up a belly full of monster semen.

With satisfied grunts the two Trolls turn away from Novaoa. She lay stunned on the ground leaking cum as the two Trolls disappeared into their cave and left her behind, forgotten and broken.

During the ordeal she had worried about her body. But as she lay on the forest floor sore, sobbing, and leaking cum she realized it was her mind that she should have been worried about.

As she lay there she started to convulse, cumming uncontrollably. It was as if her body had been too over stimulated during the savage fucking to properly process the sexual pleasure it had experienced and now her body was unleashing the bent-up, forced pleasure all at once. These sudden, intense orgasms ended up being far more devastating to her mind then the actual ordeal of the beasts fucking her.

Novaoa came and came and came some more till the world around her started to fade. She had thought herself so fierce, so mighty and strong. Falling into the trap in the bathhouse had made her question herself, but this? There might be no coming back from this. The Trolls so easily subduing and savaging her seemed to prove she wasn't fierce or strong, that she wasn't worthy or able to free her people. Above all she felt that this defeat would leave a mental scar that she would carry her whole life.

Wallowing in shame and despair she faded from consciousness, in that moment not knowing nor caring what would happen to her when she woke...