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Subject: {ASSM} Fantasy Nightmare 6
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Fantasy Nightmare  (6)

    Again the wagons finding central  locations in the encampment. The 
whores still on a coffle. The women still  collared, their hands secured to 
their waists. Even if they could get free from  the other woman. They could not 
make if through this Horde. Women warriors few  in this army. A woman would 
not have the protection of the guards. She would  probably be fucked to 
death.
In the late afternoon, already men coming to the women.  So many resigned 
to their fate. Their new occupation, use. Broken in spirit.  Trying to save 
their bodies for a little longer. Raven one still resisting,  staked to the 
ground, her body open for inspection. The males not wanting to pay  the fee 
for a spirited amazon woman. But willing to inspect. Kneeling, touching  her, 
probing till they are forced back and then moving to the next woman, not  
wanting to spend their money or to barter for the use of her body. The 
goblins  still the worse, as they probe and prod everywhere. Their ragged 
fingernails,  tearing, scratching skin with a touch. 
    Finally an orc deciding to ride  the amazon wench. Paying and then 
spitting on Raven's opening, taking the saliva  and rubbing it on his cock. 
Leering as he looks down at her. The huge cock  thickening and lengthening as he 
strokes it. Raven seeing the monster cock, one  of the bigger non Centaur 
cocks that she has seen. Trying to tighten her legs;  but with them staked 
apart, a hopeless cause. The thick strong fingers of the  orc, pushing at her 
opening. Rubbing her bruised labia, His finger searching the  folds and 
finding her clitoris. The blunt finger pad rubbing, massaging the  hooded pearl. 
Trying to move her lower body from his hand. Feeling his touch,  causing 
her body to lube her tunnel, to betray her. Moaning in frustration, as  she 
wiggles under his touch. One hand stroking his monster cock, his other  
rubbing Raven's clit and finger fucking her pussy. Laughing as he finds her wet  
tunnel. Her flesh rippling under the skin. Pulling out his fingers, waving 
them  at the men and women coupling and the guards nearby. Showing them that 
he has  made the amazon woman wet. Raven flushing, her cheeks and face hot 
with  humiliation. As the orc leans over and slides his monster cock along her 
folds.  Not entering, but massaging the length of her slit with his cock. 
Moaning softly  behind her closed mouth and teeth. Grinding them to keep from 
voicing her  arousal. Her body wiggling on the ground as his cock head 
slides over her  partially exposed clit. Legs tensing with the sensations. Then 
her mouth forced  open as she feels the orc slam his cock at her entrance 
and it slipping into her  tunnel. Taking a few inches in the first stroke, 
then lifting on her knees and  pushing again, Raven moaning as she feeling her 
lubricaiton easing him, and then  the flash of pain as the organ strikes her 
cervix. Grunting loudly. as he pulls  back and then more carefully fucks 
her vagina. Again and again his powerful  strokes sliding in and then pulling 
back out. Pulling from her moans of  pleasure, helpless to her body. And 
occasionally a groan of pain as the orc  strokes too deeply striking her womb. 
    Feeling her body pulling at her  bonds, as she writhes under the 
fucking of the huge orc. Eyes closed as her head  moves side to side as his hand 
once again is playing with her raised clit.  Whimpering like a child, as she 
feels her inner core tensing, the sensations  driving her close. Her muscles 
clamping on his cock. Squeezing as her spasms  begin. Loud moans of release 
as she has her orgasm taken from her by and orc.  Her body arching up to 
him. His shaft taking her core, taking her, making her a  slut in her whorish 
rape. Her nostrils pinching closed, lips compressed, her  upper chest 
mottling with the flush of her orgasm. His cock pounding deep into  her for many 
more long strokes. Taking another smaller orgasm, before he fills  her with 
his thick hot cum. Thick jet of his seed coating her walls and womb  opening. 
    Raven laying helpless, so weak  from the effort to resist, and so weak 
from her defeat. Feeling him move up and  his fingers pinching her nostrils 
shut. Her mouth opening for air, gulping in a  quick breath, then feeling 
his cock head pushing into her mouth. Fucking her  face slowly as he holds her 
hair. Eyes watering as she chokes. Choking as  gasping as he pulls free, 
after letting a small amount of cum slide into her  throat.
    Opening my eyes as I here the  orc thanking someone for the use of this 
whore. Looking up seeing the Centaur  looking down at me. "Finally broken 
warrior woman?" Shaking my head defiantly.  Hearing his laughter as he and 
the orc and the guards, describe my cumming on  the orc's cock. 
    As the orc leaves. The Centaur  moves up to me, leaning over. "You will 
enjoy the entertainment I have for you  woman." We will become 
re-acquainted later. I have missed your stretched cunt  and your screams of pleasure. 
They were screams of pleasure, weren't they my  whore woman?" Hearing him 
walking away, as I lay staked to the ground, the orc's  seed flowing out of my 
gapping pussy. Hearing the sounds of lust around me, as I  enjoy the seed of 
two more barbarians.
    The evening meal taken in place  and the girls again getting the 
company of an unending stream of males. Another  younger amazon warrior, taken to 
be used by the goblins. Her screams muffled as  the gag has her mouth filled 
with their cum, not only her mouth; but her cunt  and her ass. The Centaur 
coming for me, taking me from the line and leading me  past where the 
goblins are gang raping the woman. Knowing as my stomach turns,  that is how I 
must have looked, piled and filled with the little beasts. Seeing  the red 
lines and bruises mottling her body. Knowing that they will keep on for  hours. 
"I understand you enjoyed their attention my warrior woman," his laughter  
making me tremble. Weeping silently as we wend our way to the centaur  
encampment. Not just for myself; but for all the women in this camp. This  fantasy 
nightmare, never ending it seems.
    Finding myself quickly secured  to a low table. And feeling the thick 
horse cock pressing as my open and still  slick cunt. Screaming in pain as 
the cock is jammed deep, the centaur enjoying  the screams. My pussy again raw 
and aching. The centaur finishing, as I feel the  splash of water on my 
face and body. Chilling me quickly form the fever of my  body. Then another 
centaur taking his pleasure and then another. Three that I  remember, maybe 
more, for the morning came quickly as the healer revived me to  the rising of 
the sun. Her medicines easing the pain a bit. Finding she is again  wiping 
blood from my thighs as the scabbed over incision has been ripped open  again. 
My head aching terribly from her reviving salts. Feeling the urge to  
vomit, but nothing coming up as I had not eaten since the previous morning.  
Swallowing brief sips of water, as the healer holds my head up. 
    Lapsing into a dazed sleep as  the healer moves heads back to her 
charges. The centaur leaving me alone for  present. My legs aching, body again 
bruised inside and out. Lifting my head  weakly, and seeing the bites and 
scratches, still visible on my body. The  bruising from the fucking and the 
hickeys and beatings and whippings. My body  looking like it had fallen from a 
height and rolled in pricker  bushes.
    The Centaur coming back finally  with others. Smiling as he passes me, 
not speaking. Knowing that it is not good.  Mid morning seeing a small party 
of women being escorted forward, the healer  with them. Most I recognize 
from the encampment, from my troop. However two  elves are among the group one 
being the goblin fucked, three women not amazon,  most likely from the 
settlements. One not much more than an older girl. The  other women in their 
late twenties or thirty's. Healthy looking. All three naked  and trying to hide 
their bodies. Then four amazon women, seeing the one goblin  fucked. The 
women seeing me chained to a stake in the ground. My body looking  like that 
of the elf and amazon. The look of fear on the women as they see the  
Centaurs milling around. Those nine women, heading closer to the front.  Hopefully 
maybe being exchanged to the defenders for some  concession.
    The Centaur, letting me break my  fast, and then relieve myself 
publicly. As I move around, wishing the healer had  stopped and used some salve on 
me. The Army forming up in battle lines. The  centaur leading me through the 
lines on my leash to the center of the  formations. Looking ahead and 
seeing the Main Gate in the distance. The huge  fortress, looming in the morning 
sun, its shadow spreading across the open  plain. A few tents being set up 
and to the side the nine women standing in a  group with the healer. The 
centaur leaving me to stand alongside the naked  women. Each wearing a collar 
and trailing leash. Hands belted to their waists.  Each looking to the others 
and then to the tents and assemblage of the Horde and  then to the not so 
distant fortress. Wondering if they will be the lucky ones  and exchanged all 
or some in a parlay with the people in the  castle.
    On either side of the tents  wagons have driven up and are unloading 
tables and logs, poles being driven into  the ground. The area turning into a 
work area, of seeming confusion. Except that  the items being set in place 
have a function. A cross piece being set over five  of the tall thick poles. 
The armor of five amazon women placed on it as it would  be if the women 
were in their camp. Elven clothes and cloaks hung to display  from two of the 
poles and the dress of common farm women place atop the other  three. Each 
woman moved to one of the poles and secured their by a waist rope  and their 
collar leash. Held in place standing upright. Raven standing under her  
armour. The black plume and the trapping of her rank displayed, The amazon women  
each placed under the uplifted glittering armour. In the now late morning 
as  this display is set up for those watching from atop the fortress, the 
healer is  walking from woman to woman, soothing her as the sun is now hot on 
the upright  women. The country women crying softly as they stand displayed. 
Guards watching  them, as men pass by and occasionally touch one of the 
women. The elves and  amazon bearing it stoically; but the young woman and two 
older ones, cringing in  fear at the touches. There is a mixture of males 
here now milling around. Not  just the barbarians. But also centaurs, goblins, 
orcs, minotaurs and dire  wolves. Two Rock Troll sitting to the side to do 
heavy lifting or pounding poles  into the hard packed earth.
    Almost a festival atmosphere as  the tents are set with banquet tables. 
Fires being started behind the tent.  Grills set up and a variety of 
instruments set out. Raven looking at them,  seeing that all are not for cooking. 
Trying to breathe steadily, as she tries to  control the pain and ache that 
is mostly centered between her legs and inside  her lower torso.
As she thinks and observes the activity, she concludes  that this is not an 
exchange of women for concessions. This is a display, and  example of what 
the fortress should expect when it falls. But even Raven has not  perceived 
the full scope of this illustration. Each woman singly is brought to a  
table and strapped to it. Raven being the highest in ranking has the honour of  
being first. The healer standing next to her, wiping salve around her 
nipples,  massaging them to stand upright. Then holding a needle, pierces the left 
nipple.  Raven eyes blinking as the sharp prick of pain courses through her 
sensitive  tip. Small rings are forced and bent around in a circle in each 
nipple. Then the  pain making her groan as a bigger ring is inserted between 
her nostrils. And  finally the healer deftly finding her clit and piercing 
that to insert a small  ring. The other women trying to see what is 
happening, eyes straining as Raven  is released and lead back to her pole. The women 
on the one side of the tent  able to see the glittering rings. Each amazon 
warrior is fitted with them. Then  moving to the other side the young woman 
is closest to the tent and first. Her  wails of anguish rolling across the 
plain as she is led and then finally carried  to the table. The healer trying 
to soothe her, knowing that her twisting body  will likely cause much more 
pain and possibly a miscue. Slapping her face  harshly, the girl stopping in 
shock, looking up and then screaming as the needle  punctures, pierces her 
nipple. The girl screaming and crying as the rings are  place on her 
breasts. Then tears of pain as the ring is placed in her nose. And  finally the 
ring inserted in her clit. The numbing salve only partially helping.  The other 
two women screaming long before they are touched. Their screams and  
continuing moans after the insertions filling the area with sound. The elves  
bearing the pain stoically, turning into themselves. Finally it is noon, the sun 
 beating down on the women. The women being given a dipper of water as they 
stand  or hang from the poles. Then the women taken down and placed on 
tables or bent  over horizontal poles. Being whipped and fucked, an occasional 
scream from an  elf or amazon, as a whip strikes a sensitive spot. The common 
woman responding  more loudly as they experience the rapine nature of their 
captures. The day  bright and clear, the sound from the tent area carrying 
to the walls with the  aid of a light breeze. 
    Shortly thereafter a party with  a white flag, moves to the walls and 
gates of the fortress. Expressing the  desire to meet in a truce and discuss 
the situation of the castle and all  inside. A decision to meet at three 
hours after the noon in the tent area. The  emissaries, telling the leaders of 
the Horde that many looking glasses are  trained on the meeting area. And 
the screaming of the women audible to those on  the walls.
    Another group of women brought  up and used herded into a picket 
enclosure, near the fire and table that was  used for the piercings and rings. 
Occasionally one of the new group or some  from the original ten taken from 
their poles and used. Even though it is a  quieter use, it is still a visible 
rape of women through the looking glasses on  the walls. As the time draws 
closer for the meeting more representatives from  the various nations join the 
Barbarians. The Centaur clopping over to Raven, as  she watches, his long 
horse cock distended beneath his body. Steeling herself as  he stands in 
front of her, and then with his thick muscles hands, reaching  forward and 
softly caresses her nipples. The sensitive flesh swelling into hard  thick nubs 
on her chest. In spite of her fear, her horror, her flesh responding  to his 
touch. Feeling humiliation as she knows that not only have her nipples  
responded; but her labia have swelled and that her natural lubrication is  
flowing. The centaur bending and his fingers pushing between her fattening lips.  
Feeling the wetness, laughing at her as she tries to clamp her legs shut. 
And as  his finger continues to massage her lips and now her clit, a soft 
moan escapes  her trembling upper lips. Then another. Her face flushed and red 
with  humiliation. Cursing that orc that used her and let the centaur see 
her  weakness, her body betraying her resolve. The other women neary by, 
seeing her  response, as she is helplessly tied to the pole. His fingers probing 
her tunnel,  rubbing her clit with a tenderness that she didn't think was 
possible from a  beast man. As the sausage like finger pushes into her tunnel, 
she feels her  muscles tightening on it clenching on the finger, whimpering 
in shame as she  lifts her hips to the intruding digit. 
    Eyes closed as she feels her  body coiling for a release. Then the 
fingers sliding out and a hard slap against  her mound. Then another. The 
centaur slapping her womanhood as a man in a  violent rage might his woman's 
cheeks. The first slap catching her off guard,  pulling a scream from her shocked 
body. Then groans of pain, overlaying the  recent pleasure in the same 
area. Finally stopping his plummeting of her pubic  area. His hands moving to 
her breasts, the small roundness of flesh on her  chest, then his thick 
fingertips moving over the nipples, Squeezing tight,  mashing the rings into the 
swollen flesh. Twisting as her wrings loud grunts and  moans of pain from 
Raven. The pressure continually for long minutes as the  nipples finally are 
numb from the lack of blood. Then releasing them, the blood  flowing back and 
unable to touch her bruised nipples, writhing in the flow of  blood back to 
the sensitive tips.
    The centaur indicating to two of  the guards to bring Raven and follow. 
Walking to one of the low table set up in  a half circle to the open sides 
of the tent. The men strapping her down. Neck  pulled back and legs spread. 
Waist strapped to prevent movement. Then as the  other women look on, the 
common ones in horror. The centaur moves over Raven and  pushes his long thick 
hard cock head at the entrance to her cunt. With one hard  drive, it slides 
in deep, bottooming out at the bruised opening to her womb. A  loud scream 
of pain from Raven, the other women watching in horror, as Raven's  body is 
pushed against the straps holding her as the centaur fucks long and hard  
into the helpless warrior. Her screams more contained as the centaur becomes  
content with just taking his pleasure. His orgasm washing the walls of 
Ravens  pussy and womb with his thick seed. Pulling out of her finally, and 
walking up  her body dragging his cock to her mouth, and forcing it against her 
lips. One of  the guards stepping forward and pinching her nose closed. Her 
eyes widening as  she fights for air, and finally gasps with open mouth, 
feeling the horse cock,  pressing her lips the head forcing her lips open. Not 
able to breath as she  stares up at the thick coarse horse hair. Her lower 
body twitching as it is  starving for oxygen. Finally the tip of the horse 
cock is pulled from her mouth,  the centaur stepping from her body. His horse 
cock still dangling, as he moves  past the line of women. Each one with some 
degree of terror in their eyes. None  wanting to be the next to satisfy his 
lust.
    Laying limply on the low  table.  The healer moving to Raven and 
finding that the incision at her  opening has opened again.  Blood dripping, 
mixing with the cum to make a  pinkish goo between her legs.  Raven's body 
trembling as the  healer probes inside her.  Wincing in pain as her buried  hand 
touches the bruised walls and womb opening.  Moaning softly laying  helpless, 
knowing that this day is long from done.  The floodgates of lust  and rape 
now open, as the girls are led to various tables and apparatus.   All the 
nations, men, elves, dwares, orc, goblins, centaurs, minotaurs and dire  
wolves being represented.  Also the Rock trolls; but not for the sexual  frenzy 
that is now taking place.  The healer low on medicines, and only  grudgingly 
using the urgents on the most dire of cases.
    The screams and cries of the  woman being pulled by leather strap in 
their rings to their   place of  impalement, rising in strength.  As the rape 
swings into full bloom.   Males let loose build the setting for the meeting. 
Even the women not tied  to the poles not safe, as men move in and throw 
them to the ground.  Not a  controlled setting anymore.  A minotaur, pushing 
the healer from  Raven.  Looking down on her with his bull like head.  The 
gapping  snout and face like a mask; but it isn't a mask.  It is a half man 
half  bull.  Leaning over and undoing his clothing, his thick cock swaying for 
a  moment as he lowers on the supine woman.  The walls of her cunny being  
stretched as the thick cock head pushes hard at the opening.  Unfortunately  
the healer had cleaned Raven of her juices and blood.  Now the first  
thrust, barely pushing into her cunt, casusing her to scream in pain and try to  
lift, straining hard at her bonds.  His powerful thighs, pushing into her,  
with short hard strokes.  Working the thick cock gradually into her  body.  
Her splayed legs, feeling as if someone inserted a log between  them.  Her 
mound bulging as the Minotaur, looking down at her grins and  drools his 
saliva all over her face.  Then a hard thrust of his hips,  driving the cock all 
the way into her body.  The minotaur may have the  girth of a bull; but 
thankfully not the length.  His full balls, slapping  against Raven's thighs, 
as the long hard strokes, take the length of her pussy  again and again.  His 
blunt cock head thumping against her womb  entrance.  A sheen of sweat 
covering her body, as he fucks her long and  hard.  The sounds around her 
telling her that it is not her alone.  
    Looking the length of the amazon  women, seeing the one next to her 
being fucked hard by an orc, the next one  feeling the cock of her centaur, her 
screams loud as he intentionally bottoms  out in the woman's tunnel.  Then 
another orc and finally a barbarian.   Past the tents on the other side the 
women being taken by an orc in the  youngest, the next with a barbarian 
plunging into her and the third speared also  by a centaur.  The healer standing 
next to her blade in her hand where she  must have cut the woman's opening. 
 The elf women fearing no better.   Goblins savaging one with indignities 
and an orc taking the last.  The  women in the enclosures not seen from 
Raven's vantage point, as she tries to  distract herself, to place her mind from 
her body.  The minotaur, using no  finesse, just taking the amazon, his 
leering smile only broken as he uses the  common tongue to call Raven every 
demeaning name.  His breath fetid as he  looms over her.  One hand mauling her 
left breast.  As much as a  centaur is a beast man, at least he looks human, 
but this is just a  monster.  A huge uncaring beast.  His only resemblance 
to a man might  be he walks on two legs, not four like a centaur.  Raven her 
voice raw from  her screams of pain, passing out and not even seeing the 
embassy riding up to  the tent.  The minotaur continuing to fuck her for long 
minutes, and then  finally discharging his skunky cum deep in her body.
    The scene for the embassy one of  total disgust, seeing the women being 
used by the vile creatures of this  Horde.  Wanting so badly to turn away; 
but helpless, needing to treat with  the leaders of the Horde.  The screams 
heard on the distant walls, louder  as they rode to the tents, greeted by an 
escort.  The scene visible with a  looking glass, now start reality as the 
woman's screams and moans and thrashing  bodies are able to be picked out.  
The monstrous minotaur fucking the  amazon woman, her body not moving even.  
The centaurs, their long horse  cocks causing screams of pain with each 
thrust.  Orc and men impaling women  on their cocks.  And then the horror of 
the swarming mass of goblins,  covering the elf with their bodies and scum and 
teeth and fingernail  markings.
    As they look on this scene from  some hell, they also think of their 
womenfolk, wives, daughters, mothers,  sisters, betrothed.  All women will be 
subject to this.  In spite of  the abhorrent sight, the men looking and 
seeing the women, covered with sticky  cum, blood on their bodies, and the looks 
of their faces as men walk up and down  and empty water on the faces of the 
one that pass out.  Seeing the other  women herded in the back pen, thrown 
down and used savagely.  In spite of  the unbridled lust and rapine in this 
area, the formations of the enemy standing  ready to fight.  Noting that the 
women are not just women taken in raids;  but also women from the war, the 
elves and the amazons.  The torment so  alive in their voices.
 
    
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