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Subject: {ASSM} Fantasy Nightmare 5
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Date: Tue, 08 Sep 2015 08:10:02 -0400
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Fantasy Nightmare  (5)
 
    The two women resting drugged in  their cells, their stalls.  The 
status of both different; but the end  result the same.  One owned in common by 
the army, a common whore to be  sold to any needing her services.  The other 
a soldier, collared in combat  and now owned by the centaur that defeated 
her.  The fates will be the  same, just that the centaur has control of whom 
he gives or sells his whore's  services.
    Finding Raven laying on a  blanket in a cell, in a drugged sleep, he 
takes the collar and tying a leash to  it, pulls her upright, lifting her and 
carrying her to a side table in the  dungeon proper.  Draping her over the 
table, and awkwardly shoving his  swollen organ against her slack legs, 
parting the swollen and bruised labia, the  thick organ pushing dry against her 
opening.  Raven groaning loudly as her  body feels the cock head jammed 
against her entrance.  Only half awake as  the continued thrusts bring her to a 
semi-conscious state.  Screaming as  the thick cock head, breaks the sutures 
of the healer.  Opening the  entrance wider.  Blood flowing freely as the 
centaur filled with wine, in a  drunken frenzy, pushes his cock into the dry 
sheath.  The first few inches  entering, but not moving any deeper as the 
lack of friction makes it difficult  to fuck his warrior bitch.  Finally 
stepping away from her and finding some  lubrication that is meant for the easier 
action of the machinery in the  dungeon.  Wiping, smearing it over her 
entrance, then against settling his  hard dangling cock over her entrance.  
Working the lubrication into her  passage and at the same time coating the end of 
his cock.  Grunting with  satisfaction as his cock works it way deep, 
totally filling the short  passage.  The tip again pressing on the bruised womb.  
Finding this  fucking awkward, as he has not tied her down on the table.  
Her body  sliding forward with each thrust.  Bending over and holding her 
shoulders  in place, fingers digging deep into the soft, relaxed flesh.  
    Satisfying moans coming from the  woman as he thrusts away.  Feeling 
his cock swelling and then discharging  thick spurts of horse cum into her 
cunt.  His fingers working her mouth  open and then sliding forward, pushing 
the semi-hard shaft against her lips,  forcing the tip into her mouth.  His 
cum still oozing from his cock.   Draining his balls into her mouth.  Wiping 
her face again with his slimey  organ.  Lifting her up and taking her back to 
her cell.  Dropping her  on the floor, after securing her neck collar to 
the chain on the wall.  A  moan as her head glances off the stone walls of the 
cell.
    The centaur staggering back to  his encampment, to rest for the 
mornings march.  The pre-dawn and the  filling of many carts, as the main Horde 
prepares to head to the Queen's  Fortress.  The other women with Raven, not 
allowed a night's rest either as  the women in the cell's received visitors.
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 Eyes staring widely into the darkness of the  stall, the not so distant 
screams and moans, making me cringe, as I roll on my  side, hands clamping 
against my ears, dulling but not drowning out the sounds.  My body aching with 
pain, flesh crawling under my skin. Shivering as I pull  myself into a fetal 
position. Muscles screaming as they tense, pulling at the  bruised tissue.  
Pounding waves of nausea as the lump on the side of the  head presses 
against her the floor. Feeling her stomach churning with each long  wave. Soft 
moans sliding from her trembling lips. The warm sheen of night sweat,  cooling 
in the Autumn breeze. Rocking slowly back and forth as her legs and  lower 
body cramps. The toned muscular frame of the middle aged warrior woman,  not 
exhibiting the long tanned limbs and barely visible scars of .a veteran of  
many campaigns. The frame still long and lithe; but now covered with 
bruises and  welts. Jagged superficial wounds scarring the flesh. A partially 
clean bandage  wrapping around her leg thigh and left shoulder. The flesh wounds 
of the arrow  and quarrel scabby under the dressings.
Mind hazily racing, remembering the nightmare, blocking  out the hellish 
night sounds of her surroundings
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    The dawn heralding a foggy damp  autumnal morning.  The healer finding 
her charges, her women, being herded  into a group only a few being left for 
the comfort of the garrison.  Bare  footed and mostly naked, the shivering 
woman, moving up the road slowly,  plodding beaten women,  devoid of will or 
strength.  Many still  crusted with the nights fluids. Coffled together in 
two lines with collars  joined.  Fed a nasty looking gruel as they stand 
waiting, a cup of water to  wash it down.  The women forced to relieve 
themselves in front of  all as they stand on the roadway. 
    The healer walking among the  women, ministering as best she can to all 
with hurts.  Seeing Raven  standing with the others.  Blood coating her 
bruised labia and  thighs.  Kneeling and finding that the sutures have been 
ripped open.   Daubing as best she can to clean the area and put salve on the 
torn flesh.   Slowly the mass of the Horde moves forward.  The different 
creatures,  moving as groups.  Then at the end, the supplies and support wayns, 
and  then the lines of the women.  The women being supervised by men with 
whips  and clubs.  Finally a rear guard marching close behind the  women.
    Less then an hour into the  march, the healer finding spot for Raven 
and a few other women, unable to keep  the pace.  Most suffering from the same 
ailment, as blood runs down their  thighs.  The women trying to walk, bend 
half over, holding their hands to  there body, pressing at the bruised 
flesh.  The rest of the women trod  along.  Legs becoming weary.  Tired as the 
day moves on, their true  function starts when the march stops.  Unwilling 
camp followers.   Their bodies for the use of the Horde.  They will spent many 
hours awake in  the night as the soldiers take their rest.  Then the women 
will march again  in the early morning hours.  Sleep of little consequence.  
Fortunately  the males of this army don't care so much as to the pleasure of 
the women, just  that they have a warm hole to deposit their seed.
    Finally the long day's trek  ended.  The wagons of supplies moving on 
to the different camps.   Setting up for a warm meal for the army.  The women 
fed a warmed up bowl of  stew, told to relieve themselves and then in an 
open field the women are giving  a blanket as they are still coffled together. 
 And laying down in the three  feet separating each woman.  The 
Quartermaster's men walking standing   ready with whips and clubs, as soldiers find the 
field, and the waiting  women.  Each woman laying down, exposed to the 
males as they pass.   Some still modestly trying to hide their bodies from the 
leering faces.   Others just trying to sleep, weary from the long walk.  Not 
caring what is  seen, as they have control over what happens.  Fatalistic.  
The  guards, telling what they know of the girls.  Their origin, what men or 
 beasts have taken them.  The common tongue spoken with a dozen different  
accents as the negotiations for a girl take place.  
    Reluctant women, changing their  attitude after a slap of a club or the 
stroke of a whip.  The women other  than elf or amazon bringing a lower 
fee. For their services or use of  body.  Some women actually working as 
whores, milking a tip from their  customers.  One that they share with their 
captures. Laying on her blanket,  Raven unsmiling, not looking at the line of men 
passing by. Not modestly  hiding her naked body or wantonly displaying it. 
Still aching and in  pain though the bleeding has ceased.  
    Feeling a kick on her foot, eyes  opening to see a guard indicating 
that a barbarian man wants her.  "Spread  your legs whore and give the man a 
good time."  His crude words,  registering as I lay looking up at the man.  
Not opening my legs,  waiting knowing that passive resistance will not work.  
The guard, kicking  my in the ribs now.  My legs jerking in response, then 
another kick  into my groin.  My legs pulling up to my stomach, as my hands 
open and  close uselessly behind my back, attached to the waist.  The 
barbarian  kneeling on my blanket. His large hands prying my legs apart as I feel 
the  whip stripe my upper chest.  The leather burning across my breasts and 
left  nipple.  Fighting to hold back a scream, as I groan loudly with the 
pain  from the whip and kicks.  The barbarian with an engorged organ,  pushing 
against my bruised lips and finally spitting on his cock, shoving  it dryly 
into my sore hole.  Fucking in and out, his cock, nothing  like that of the 
centaur, my walls pushed open; but not stretched  abnormally.  Hearing him 
grunting as he fucks hard into my tunnel.   Feeling the shaft swelling as he 
discharges his scum into my body.  Jerking  with each spurt.  "Fuck you cunt 
warrior.  One small shaft and  you have been defeated.  Pulling his 
shrinking prick from me.   Wiping the slime onto my thighs.  The long lines of 
grunting men and women,  filling the pasture with sounds into the early morning 
hours.  Raven, after  more kicks and clubbing and whip marks on her body, 
just laying unresisting a  series of men use her body to empty their seed into 
an amazon warrior.  The  centaur making good money on Raven, as fucking an 
amazon; but and amazon leader  gave many a feeling of superiority.  The 
number of men unknown, as  Raven lost count.  The barbarians, some big, some 
small, but all fucking  frantically into her.  Her lower body slick with cum, 
her tunnel thankfully  lubes with the discharge from the men.  As the night 
deepens and the  men slow down in number.  The slick discharge, turning to a 
crust on her  stomach and thighs and finally her labia.  A puddle of seed, 
wetting her  blanket as she lay in a restless sleep finally.
    The healer walking through the  lines of women, administering to them, 
finding some with more bruises; but few  with any significant injuries from 
the night activities.  Her fingers  waking Raven, as they touch the torn 
area of her opening.  Wiping away cum  and putting some salve over the area.  
then checking the arrow wound in her  thigh and the other wounds from the 
battle.  No signs of festering or  discharges.  Giving each woman a leaf to 
chew, to help prevent  pregnancy.  Sneaking one to a few of the owned women, 
who the  owners don't care if they become with baby.  Raven being one of  
these.  The healer, with the growing number of women under her care, not  forced 
to service males.  Tired she finishes her ministry, as the  women are again 
given a cold gruel and water, and forced to squat in  the field relieving 
themselves. as a group.
    The slow trek on the road, hard  on the tired and sore women.  A few 
falling out and after a few strokes of  the whip, placed in a wagon.  Raven 
forcing herself to stay in the line,  Her body aching, the old and new bruises 
mottling her body in a dark  rainbow of colors.  The day passing slowly as 
they move forward.   The camp again in open fields.  The woman fed a warm 
stew and then the  lines staked out in the fields, blankets thrown to the 
women, not the one the  woman used the night before; but a blanket from that 
night.  Some dry, some  damp, most crusted with male seed.  Stinking of spilt 
cum.
    The night a repeat of the  previous one, as the men and now others, 
showing up at the whore camp.   More bruises and stripes for Raven as she 
initially resists again. A  barbarian, then another, an elf, another barbarian, 
then an orc, his organ  savagely taking her pussy as two of the guards hold 
her legs spread wide.   The hard thrusts and thick organ, thankfully not the 
first of the night, when  she was dry.  Groaning softly as he fills her with 
his spunk.   Standing over her, and then kneeling, holding her head as he 
wipes his cock over  her face.  Then spitting in her face when done.  The 
dislike of all  races for the amazon's evident.  Others of her troop marching 
this  trek, being used hard not able to speak with them as the few times she 
has  tried, a club in the stomach ended the conversation quickly.
    Some more barbarians using her  sore womanhood.  Then a group of 
goblins, excitedly, pointing at Raven as  she lays eyes closed.  The little 
bastards like the deep night.  The  quartermaster, calling over two of his guards. 
 Pointing to Raven as he  instructs them.  The guards taking her from the 
line, dragging her to  behind one of the wagons.  Her collar on a short leash 
staked  into the ground and forcing a special open gag into her mouth and  
stepping back to let the goblins have their play thing. Eyes filling with  
fear and horror, as the goblins strip.  Their pointy cocks hard and stiff,  
as they swarm over her.  All of them smaller in stature and weight then  her. 
 Two grabbing her legs and pulling them apart, as a third  kneels between 
her legs.  His cock already shoving into her open  hole.  His head touching 
her stomach as he pumps into her tunnel.  Her  belly flesh rippling in 
revulsion as his mouth sucks as her flesh.  Biting  her as his cock spews his 
nasty scum into her body.  Quickly  changes places, with another.  Raven 
watching helplessly as one goblin is  sucking and pulling her breasts and nipples, 
another placing his cock over the  opening in the mouth gag, and thrusting 
his cock into her mouth.  Fucking  it as her teeth are held apart.  Her 
stomach now heaving as she feels the  goblin prick against her tongue and cheeks. 
 Eyes watering helplessly, her  body feeling the scratches and teeth marks 
as the goblins play with their fuck  toy.  
    The guards watching carefully,  stopping a goblin when he bites too 
hard, drawing blood.  Not allowing them  to permanently mar Raven's body.  The 
five goblins using her mouth and cunt  again and again.  Horny little 
bastards, as they are ready to fuck  again  10 minutes or so after discharging 
their thin slick cum.  Raven  writhing helplessly as she feels the bites and 
sucking lips on her flesh.   The pricks in her two holes.  Her body a mass of 
bites and hickeys and  scratches.  The grass on her ass and back, ticking 
her body.  Finally  the goblins step away, as they look down at her, 
chattering in their  tongue.  Then two of them grabbing her legs and turning her over 
on her  stomach.  Taking a stool from the wagon and shoving it under her  
stomach.  Forcing her down on her knees now, as they pull her legs  apart.  
One already lined up and fucking into her cunt from behind.   Wetting his 
cock with the quantity of seed, then pulling free and shoving it at  her brown 
hole.  Body jerking as Raven feels the cock at her ass, shoving  almost 
dryly into her body.  Screaming wordlessly into her gag.  Just  making gurgling 
sounds as the guards stand laughing.  "I guess she didn't  know that the 
goblins love ass fucking."  Laughing again as the first one  spews into her, 
another pulling him off and shoving in quickly.  Her head  yanked up as 
another one fucks her mouth again.  Choking and sputtering,  her ass wiggling 
weakly, trying to escape the goblin cock.  Her ass cheeks  and back and thighs 
covered with more bites and scratches.  Her labia  hanging with goblin seed, 
as it oozes from her cunt.  The night long as the  goblins take Raven 
repeatedly.  Finally in the predawn, they tire of their  sport.  And gabbering 
away, head back to their camp.  Leaving Raven  lying half conscious, neck 
staked to the ground, the guards go for their  breakfast, the woman groaning on 
the ground.  
    Laying there her body a mass of  scratch marks and mottling hickeys.  
Cum being coughed up as she lies face  down on the ground.  More of the thin 
goblin seed oozing from her pussy and  ass.  Not wanting to even think of 
this night as she lay helpless on the  damp dewy grass.
    In the early dawn the men drag  her back to her place in line.  The 
women seeing the abused body.   Forced to sit up as the women break their 
morning fast.  Needing badly to  touch her mouth, the lips bruised by the gag.  
Her pussy aching as it has  for the past few days.  Ass hole still gapping as 
she stands in line and  they head along the road again.  The cum still 
oozing as she walks.   The guards, pointing out to the other women, the special 
appreciation that the  goblins have for human women.
    The third night the repeat of  the first two.  Women already tired from 
the day's march, servicing all  manner of males.  A elfin woman having the 
privilege of entertaining the  goblins this night.  Raven just a few 
barbarians.  It seems after  goblins have used a woman, her appeal has lessened 
till her scratches and bites  are not discernable.  Raven receiving a beating 
and a fucking with a club  for still fighting, not willing to submit 
peacefully.  Walking ahead of the  elfin woman, seeing her easy stride of the past, 
now a painful walk.   Knowing that the looks of her body, the way mine 
looked the day before.  No  sympathy from the guards.  
    In early afternoon, the sun  still shining the women can see the 
Citadel of the Queen in the distance.   The plain surrounding in on three sides 
covered with the camps of the  Horde.
    
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