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Re: The Forgotten Tower
« Reply #210 on: November 04, 2013, 12:58:06 am »
In response to Vargul's question, Khazra chuckled and said, 'As long as you are still alive and have defeated any other claimants to leadership. Now let's move!'

Kartok, Graktar, and Gorthar immediately grabbed up their shields and melee weapons while Borzhar slung his quiver with 15 arrows over his right shoulder and picked up his bow. He already had his dagger sheathed and strapped to his waist. Kartok carried a jagged halberd and buckler, which was small enough that he could both hold the buckler as well as use both hands to swing the halberd. Graktar and Gorthar each carried large round shields and flails.

Khazra was big and strong enough to wield his battle ax one handed while carrying a round shield in his left hand. He also strapped a dagger to his waist on his belt. Each of the goat men also had a pouch with trail rations for a couple of days as well as a canteen slung around one shoulder and secured at the hip with their belts. As the party armed up, Khazra looked around to see if everyone was ready to go. 'Kale, you're in charge here until I get back.' He told his brother.
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Re: The Forgotten Tower
« Reply #211 on: November 04, 2013, 02:28:30 am »
In passing Kale, Curva added, "Tell the sluts who come up that they'll have to wait a while before the real men return".

Preferring himself limber to swing his scythe, the black-striped warrior kept just a shoulder guard of hardened leather on his left side for defence, and a bronze cup to protect his junk, adorned with an intimidating phallic spike. Vargul took up a shield along with his flail, as Graktar and Gorthar did, but also kept a dagger strapped to his leg, for when that shield might splinter or catch aflame. Gorn, instead of taking a shield, carried in his left hand a heavy net to supplement the spiked mace in his right hand. He had used the net to some success in earlier times to capture prisoners for the clan, and hoped to do so again. Gharbad the Dim, for all his faults, carried a 7 foot longbow--almost as tall as he was--that other members of the clan found extremely difficult to draw to its full bend. An arrow fired from that weapon could put a hole through a tree trunk, or so it was claimed by the weapon's maker--and Gharbad's brother from the Moon Clan--Gharbad the False. There were two types of arrows in his quiver, separated into two compartments. The ones on the left, with blue feathers, had heavy steel shafts meant for punching through armour or tough demon hide. The ones on the right, with red feathers, had barbed tips that were designed for sticking into flesh and causing extreme pain and injury. Normally intended for use against horses, they could also find value against many other creatures belched out of the Burning Hells.

(Exiting to Black Marsh)
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Re: The Forgotten Tower
« Reply #212 on: November 05, 2013, 11:38:10 pm »
'Go fuck yourself.' Kale told Curva. Morghur and Rurkhar, Kale's buddies, chuckled at Kale's retort.

Once the party had exited the tower Kale watched for a while from a window. Be safe, my brother. If they come back without you I will kill whoever is responsible.
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Re: The Forgotten Tower
« Reply #213 on: June 25, 2016, 10:37:46 pm »
Khazra's expedition had been a great success. Though he had lost four of his warriors (Graktar, Gorthor, Kartok, and Gorn) battling Black Dog's minions, he had returned triumphant, with the enemy leader bound in chains as his prisoner, and he received great cheers from the rest of the Blood Clan as he paraded the tall blonde warrior through the tower.



Khazra had also brought back four other women, three of whom had been fighting on Black Dog's side, and had surrendered to Khazra when their leader was finally defeated.



First there was Steele, the tall brunette who had piercings all over her body. She had given herself willingly to the warrior, Curva, to secure favourable treatment, and now he led her personally on a rope leash, her wrists bound behind her back, leaving her powerless to stop Curva's friends from groping her bare breasts and fingering her bare shaved pussy as she was led past them.



Next was Thorne, who had married a Spike Fiend, and whose backside and forearms had been transformed to grow poison-coated thorns. Vargul had personally tamed this one, and he had her short dark hair grasped firmly in hand, forcing the poor girl to crawl on the floor alongside him like an animal, and as naked as one, too.



After Thorne was the venom sniper, Isis, who had formerly apprenticed under the venom witch, Guinevere, before betraying her mistress to join Black Dog's faction. Gharbad had taken the job of breaking Isis upon his massive goat-cock, and now she was much more docile and repentant, following behind Gharbad with her head down and her wrists bound in front of her. This left her bare red-striped ass open to being swatted periodically by Borzhar, who followed behind her with a switch he cut from a tree on the way back through the Black Marsh.



Borzhar had his bow slung over his back, so that in his left hand he could hold a rope leash that he had secured around Yvonne's neck. Yvonne was the least deserving of punishment, for she had been an honest rogue up until the point when she activated a corrupted Town Portal scroll and was transported to the Black Marsh, then captured by Black Dog and raped and tormented by Black Dog's Misshapen associate, Father Golobulus the Pestilent (Padre, for short), and then finally liberated and re-captured by Khazra.

Yvonne was made to walk naked behind Borzhar as he led her along by her leash. Her wrists were bound behind her back, just like Steele's, leaving her massive tits to bounce around with every step she took.

"My goat brothers! Victory is ours!", Khazra shouted from the rear of the tower's cellar, raising his enchanted hammer in the air (Grabthar's Hammer, which can now be called Khazra's Hammer, since he killed Grabthar to get it) with his right hand and hoisting Black Dog's restraints with his left hand, so that she was forced to balance on her tiptoes. The enemy commander said nothing, and simply stared at the floor without emotion. She knew that the Countess would condemn her to a slow death for a lifetime's worth of treachery. She was resigned to meet her fate, and had no interest in engaging in any of this triumphant foreplay.

"The traitor, Black Dog, is captured!", Khazra bellowed, "Her three warriors now belong to our clan, to use as we see fit" He made a sweeping gesture with his hammer towards Steele, Thorne, and Isis. "They will all be brought before our Countess to receive judgement. I must take them there now, but in the mean time, I leave you goats with the least of my spoils, this plump breeding cow, Yvonne, to satisfy you all until I return"

All eyes, goat and devilkin, turned to Yvonne, and Borzhar yanked on the captive rogue's leash to bring her forward. He planted his broad bestial hand behind her neck and shoved her towards the ground, so that she would be forced to fall onto all fours. He let go of the leash and followed Khazra downstairs with the other champions and captives. Yvonne soon found herself surrounded by hooves and crimson fur, and several half-erect red goat cocks being stroked slowly as the goats decided amongst themselves who should go first.

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Re: The Forgotten Tower
« Reply #214 on: July 24, 2016, 11:11:40 pm »
Normally she wouldn't approach, but her brief time with Padre had awakened her appetite for more exotic things. Or she had simply gotten corrupted. It was hard to tell which was the case, as Yvonne herself could attest to. As the goat-men seemed to contemplate and discuss, she took the closest appendage and began to eagerly wolf it, her tongue running along it as if it were a twister. A risky move to take, as they didn't seem to be the type to appreciate someone taking charge. Especially not from someone that was simply part of the spoils. But perhaps they would forgive her impudence and simply let her eagerness to serve and sate take its course.

As her mouth played with the one in front, provided the one in question doesn't interrupt, she would take one in each hand as her legs spread a bit to provide easier access to the lower regions should a red intruder want to begin with the juiciest parts immediately. Meanwhile, her immense breasts swayed like a pendulum, just waiting to be grabbed and milked by eager hands. Her motherly body was aching to be used. To be impregnated.

Was it the corruption at work or a hidden desire? At this point, Yvonne didn't really care. But if survival meant to simply have sex, then she found it to be a fairly cheap trade. A small grin formed on her lips. Yet another risk.


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Re: The Forgotten Tower
« Reply #215 on: July 28, 2016, 01:29:58 am »
It was Kale's cock she swallowed first. It was hot and smelled of pungent goat-musk, and it throbbed along the length of it, actually getting slightly wider with each pulse. The chief's brother looked down at the eager slut with a wide grin and grabbed onto her long hair. "That's right bitch, swallow my cock!", he growled to encourage her.

Kale's two friends allowed their cocks to fall into Yvonne's hands. "Someone already trained her, huh?", said Rurkhar with a low chuckle that rumbled in his fat gut and made his fat prick jiggle in Yvonne's right hand.

A one-eyed goat named Ghezzar walked around behind Yvonne with a spear in one hand, and he jammed two of his fat furry fingers from the other hand into the prisoner's exposed cunt. He held her firmly like this, lifting her up slightly so that her knees barely touched the ground, and then his gnarled thumb pushed into her ass. "She smells like Misshapen spunk. I bet the whore got a good pounding over at Black Dog's lair", Ghezzar mumbled gruffly, "Probably already pregnant, but I'll fill her up anyways"

While Ghezzar was talking, two intrepid devilkin warriors snuck underneath Yvonne's body and latched their small mouths onto her swinging tits, their jagged teeth pinching the nipples as tightly as a badger's bite. Some of the goats laughed at this, and then Ghezzar let go of Yvonne's pussy and ass, and stroked himself until he was hard enough to stick all ten inches of his speckled goathood deep into Yvonne's pussy, hilting her in one hard push that caused his loose hairy balls to swing underneath and slap against the skin above her slit.

"Rurkhar, this one's fat just like your mother was", taunted Morghur as he fucked Yvonne's left hand. Rurkhar laughed again and retorted, "At least she's not a twisted cripple like yours was!" Morghur's degenerate heritage was clearly visible in the way his left leg seemed to bend inward at the knee and hobble him.

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Re: The Forgotten Tower
« Reply #216 on: October 23, 2016, 02:03:47 pm »
With each pulse, Yvonne's mouth opened wide. With each pulse, she slowly worked on getting the whole thing down, down into her throat so she could service it in one go. Meanwhile, her hands worked on the cocks with ease, as if it was something she had done her whole life. The cock inside her mouth kept her from letting out a surprised yelp as Ghazzar roughly shoved two fingers into her hungry snatch. Another was muffled when he probed her backdoor with the thumb.

The sensation of being lifted while giving a deep-throat felt strange as if gravity no longer applied. Of course, she had the goat men's inhuman strength to thank for. But she was just as quickly dropped, her knees touching the solid ground once more, but now with company enjoying her bountiful breasts. A visible shudder ran through her body and her pussy seemed to get even more active, drooling with lust, staining the ground. No sooner than that and it got what it craved, feeling his cock enter her pink cavern. A cavern that had a voracious appetite, intent on sucking it dry.

The comment of being already pregnant didn't go unnoticed and she couldn't help but feel some sort of perverse pride in her own fertility. The comment about her being fat stung a bit, but she resisted the temptation to squeeze the indignant goats meat, still giving service as best she could.

The sound of several bodies smacking into one could easily be heard for some distance. The fact that every so often a muffled moan would escape from the ginger rogue didn't help matters.



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Re: The Forgotten Tower
« Reply #217 on: October 27, 2016, 11:40:07 pm »
Kale's hands gripped the ginger rogue's hair tighter and pulled her face against his crotch with such force that it threatened to tear the hair from her scalp if she dared resist. He held her head firmly in place for several seconds while his hips rocked forward and his cock forced its way down Yvonne's throat as deep as it could possibly go. He stood there fucking her gullet and grinning cruelly down at her. "Fuck... so close...", he growled, his voice beginning to echo with demonic power as he neared his anticipated orgasm. A load bestial roar came from Kale's goat-mouth as he emptied his heavy balls straight down Yvonne's esophagus and partially into her windpipe. Pulse after pulse squirted the corrupted demon spunk down her throat, painting every surface on its way to her stomach. When he felt the last of his seed leave him, he pulled out and threw Yvonne's head back violently, leaving her to choke and sputter as she was forced to cough up the few droplets that had gone down the wrong passage into her lungs.

Without Kale's inhuman grip to hold Yvonne's head up, the force of Ghezzar's fucking pushed the rogue's body further forward, so that her face would have gone straight into the cement floor if not for both of her hands being firmly attached to two other goatmen. Rurkhar took the opportunity to grab Yvonne firmly by her right wrist and hold her arm up in the air, leaving the right half of her upper body her to dangle above the floor at his mercy. Keeping her suspended with his left hand, he grabbed his own cock with his right hand and finished himself off, squirting a few ropes of hot jizz all across the right side of Yvonne's face and neck, plus parts of her shoulder, and her hair as well.

Morghur similarly slipped his cock out of the rogue's left hand, but instead of holding her arm in the air, he let her left arm drop free, so that she would be forced to plant it on the floor to stop herself from faceplanting in the floor. Yvonne could see his mangled hooves step awkwardly around in front of her, and she could hear him jerking himself off with both hands as he stood over her. "Look at meee!", he hissed. He was holding his ejaculation back, waiting for the rogue to turn her face upwards so that he could spray her fully.

From behind, Ghezzar's old speckled cock was relentless. He seemed to have the stamina of a young bull, the way he kept pounding into her, each thrust burying itself to the hilt. It was not until well after Rurkhar and Morghur had finished that Ghezzar finally tightened his grip on the rogue's waist and pulled her against his hips. She could feel his veiny cock twitching and throbbing inside her as it released wave after wave of hot fresh goat semen directly into her fertile womb.

There was an emptiness left in Yvonne's gaping pussy after Ghezzar pulled out. She was not left idle for long, but the next goat to fuck her chose to take her ass instead, leaving her pussy unused for now. Her pucker was stretched open with inhuman force as a hot bulbous goat-cock was inserted roughly into her colon. The demon it belonged was a stocky young goat warrior named Tormag. He reached forward and gripped the hair on the back of Yvonne's head, pulling her up off the floor again while he impaled her back door with little more than spit for lube. And as the ginger rogue's cum-drenched face was pulled upwards, she saw an impish-looking devilkin standing naked in front of her and stroking his 5-inch orange member, and demanding that it be orally serviced to the best of Yvonne's ability.

Spent for now, Kale and his friends exchanged high-fives and retired to a secluded section of the cellar to rest. Two of the Countess' female minions, named Honeypot and Pearl, were already there waiting for them, and eager to snuggle and lick up any spilt seed they had on them.

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Re: The Forgotten Tower
« Reply #218 on: March 01, 2017, 05:45:09 pm »
Gravity, as well as the cumbersome nature of human biology, decided to take hold once more as she went careening face-first into the ground. Or at least, that is what would have happened if she didn't have a group of goat men being busy with having their cocks stroked by her. As she hacked and coughed, a bit of semen sputtering on the ground along with the bitter but not-too-unpleasant taste, she felt her right arm being lifted in the air, no longer having a furry meat-rod within its grasp.

The chaotic nature of the session got even more so, with the goat to her left deciding to simply let go of her arm, Yvonne now having to ensure that she didn't get to kiss the ground, holding herself up with her free hand. All the while her pussy was being rammed by the elder, causing a twinge of pleasure to course through her body with each thrust.

Soon enough, she could feel herself being covered in goat spunk and yet another wave hit her face, covering the rest, as her left arm was dropped and the goat man in front of her wanting a facial. She obliged as she did her best to support herself with her hands, her head bobbing up and down as the elder kept going. Not long after the twos ejaculations, she could feel and, deep inside of her, rejoice at the sensation of her womb being filled with semen. She could feel herself involuntarily squeezing, trying to drink up every drop and making sure that nothing went to waste. Well, except for her love juices that were now dripping everywhere.

As if to deny her her efforts, one last goat man decided to do the deed, but this time with her ass as the target. No break was given as her hair was pulled, causing no small amount of pain with the force behind it as gravity did its work and her body slid down on the immense tool now impaling her behind, each thrust from the young fellow causing spunk to gush forth from her well-used pussy. But it didn't stop there as now an imp wanted her to do oral and in her lust-addled state, she obliged without hesitating, with glee even.

Now she was no longer the ginger rogue but the snow rogue.


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Re: The Forgotten Tower
« Reply #219 on: March 08, 2017, 03:23:13 am »
There were about a dozen other goatmen who came along and stuffed Yvonne's gaping slimy cunt one after another, until her womb was so packed full of goat semen that it was continually oozing out of her and getting in the way of any more cocks pushing into her. The remaining demons focused on her mouth and ass. When her mouth got too tired to function, they settled for just holding her limp head and fucking her throat until cum started dripping from her nostrils. By this time, Yvonne's ass had gone completely numb from the abuse, and she could barely even tell anymore whether someone was inside her or not. When the goatmen all finished with her, they left her in an exhausted cum-splattered heap on the cold stone floor. From time to time, the little devilkin demons would come along in groups of two or three or four to have fun smacking around her tits or ass to make them jiggle, or in other cases just to jerk off onto Yvonne's crumpled body while she was too sore and exhausted to stop them.

Eventually, after what seemed like hours, the demons got tired of her and left her alone. She was free to roam around, and as long as she didn't try to escape (by going up the ladder and outside), the demons would not bother her.

After regaining some of her strength and wiping some of the stale cum from her eyelids, Yvonne could look around and see that she was in some kind of cellar. There were a few walls here and there which divided the cellar into separate rooms, but for the most part it was one big open room with square stone pillars spaced at regular intervals to hold the ceiling up.

In one corner of the cellar there was a staircase going down, where Khazra and his other veteran warriors had gone. Ornate gothic sculptures decorated the archway leading to those stairs, complete with small gargoyle shapes, and words of warning carved in Latin. On top of that, the stairs had a very spooky vibe coming from them, that made Yvonne's hair stand on end any time she contemplated going down there. A pair of devilkin sometimes kept a small fire going near these stairs, taking it in shifts to maintain the flames. Sometimes the fire was used for cooking, but the demons acted more like sentries than cooks, like they were afraid something might come up out of the lower levels and snatch them away if they didn't stay alert.

Across from these spooky stairs, there was a zone that had been curtained off by hanging canvas sheets and animal hides to act as temporary walls. This area stunk of goat musk, and it was where the Blood Clan goatmen hung out. Any woman wandering in there was more or less asking to be gangbanged. And though Yvonne seemed to enjoy her last experience with the entire clan, she would probably do well to wait a while and give her body a chance to rest. Most critically, her throat was severely parched from all the salty cum she had swallowed. Getting a drink of water somewhere would be a good idea.

The rest of the cellar was occupied by dozens of orange-skinned devilkin. Filth and dirty rags were clumped together to form rudimentary beds for the little monsters, and they clustered their lairs together in impromptu camps that seemed to indicate their particular social groups, with demons from one camp sometimes squabbling with other camps over food or other resources. There were some female devilkins too, though not as many as the males. They seemed to hop from camp to camp, cozying up with whichever groups had the most to offer at the time.

In one obscure corner of the cellar, surrounded on 3 sides by actual cement walls, there was one enterprising devilkin who seemed to be running some kind of alchemy shop, mixing together potions from whatever raw ingredients the other demons were able to bring in from outside. He would buy ingredients from other devilkin--or barter with food or access to his harem of female devilkin--and then he would mix his potions and sell them to the goatmen for food, coins, weapons, or favours such as beating up his enemies.

Finally, there was the ladder leading up above ground. Two goatmen armed with maces and shields stood guard at the base of the ladder to make sure Yvonne wouldn't attempt to climb up and escape.

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Re: The Forgotten Tower
« Reply #220 on: August 14, 2017, 04:54:18 pm »
After what felt like months in a sexual high, the occasional twitching here and there indicated her status of being alive, albeit, in a messy fashion, she awoke. But after she came to her senses after that intense (and enjoyable) smorgasbord of goat men, she got up after having cleaned herself off a bit. Not exactly ideal, but she was alive and that was what mattered. A shiver ran through her body as she remembered how mere hours ago, her body had been filled over and over again.

But while drinking down semen might have a nutritional value, it certainly didn't replace water or food. Unless her time spent with the infernal folk had changed her somehow, but she didn't feel any different. Just more inclined to enjoy what felt good. Surely that wasn't something to abhor, right?

She took a look around and immediately shifted her attention away from that set of stairs. She had been so used to seeing them as entities that were only interested in fucking a nearby hole that it gave her the shivers to imagine what sort of things down there could warrant such a distraction.

At least she didn't seem to be in any danger. Her virginities had already been used up but she'd rather not give up her virgin life to death just yet. So she took it carefully, making sure to not attract ire or hostility. Then again, when you are the snow rogue, it is hard to look like a threat. If anything, she probably attracted more lust than anything, the only reason they haven't gone after her is either the staircases, not having gotten permission from the clan or her lack of vigour. She might have good endurance, but it wasn't endless.

Finally, her eyes happened upon a rather unusual sight: A devilkin running what looks to be a shop that dealt with potions. Maybe that could deal with her thirst. Maybe, just maybe she could offer something in exchange for just plain, regular water.


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Re: The Forgotten Tower
« Reply #221 on: August 24, 2017, 11:03:47 pm »
The alchemy shop consisted of a table upon which sat numerous different-coloured potions in different-shaped glass bottles. Some of the bottles appeared to be reclaimed from the marsh outside, as they were filthy and had cracks running through the glass. Others were more intact, probably pilfered from the lower levels of the tower. The potions were not immediately recognizable as anything one would buy from a reputable human vendor. These were odd concoctions mixed by an amateur, and they came with no guarantees.

Behind the table was a bloated fat devilkin. He wore a tattered loincloth over his crotch, and a threadbare sash across his chest, leaving his big orange belly to extend forward prominently. His beady yellow eyes focused on Yvonne immediately when she appeared in his view, and a fangy grin began to grow on his twisted leathery lips as he watched her approach.

Behind the alchemist, six female devilkin were lounging about, all of them naked except for a leather dog collar around their necks. This would be his harem. And next to the females, Yvonne could see a collection of clay jugs stacked in the corner, that could possibly contain water, or perhaps other fluids.

As Yvonne approached the stall, she would notice four male devilkin warriors who were leaning against the walls nearby, watching her as she passed by them. By their posture they were perhaps the alchemist's entourage, hanging around to watch for thieves and intimidate troublemakers, in exchange for discounts on the merchandise.

"EH?! WHAT YOU WANT!", squawked the fat alchemist quite rudely when Yvonne got close enough to be within speaking distance. Some of the females glanced up, bored, while the males seemed transfixed by Yvonne's jizz-covered tits and ass.

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Re: The Forgotten Tower
« Reply #222 on: September 07, 2017, 02:45:48 pm »
Right. She supposed it was asking for a bit too much to not be noticed and looked at in a sexual manner when one is a walking sex symbol covered in the remains of a gangbang. Another part of her felt a shiver, again, run through her body at having it leered at so openly. The supposed alchemist's grin didn't exactly help either. She figured that she ought to present herself as meek, but felt that'd just be excessive considering she was already marked, naked and thirsty. Asking for water from a demon of all things should show how desperate she is at the moment.

She mentally grimaced at herself as she formed the following words:

"I would like some water, if possible. I am willing to pay."

Considering the harem, she had an inkling of what the pay was. Or maybe she would have a streak of luck and he might consider her more useful when her throat is less parched than sandpaper.


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Re: The Forgotten Tower
« Reply #223 on: September 12, 2017, 05:54:08 am »
The bigshot alchemist spent several seconds staring up at Yvonne's breasts, as if appraising their worth. Finally, he made a signal with his fingers to one of his harem girls, and she brought over a 4L jug of water to the trading table.

"Trade for milk!", the alchemist demanded, and he reached down under the table and produced an empty glass 250 mL flask, which was covered in a foul grimy film from whatever fluid had been in it previously (it seemed nobody had ever heard of washing things around here). He planted the flask on the table next to the jug of water. Her wanted her to fill the flask in exchange for the jug.