Bred by the Ogres (Reluctant Virgin Monster Breeding)
A young virgin in Paris is led into the catacombs, where she finds herself at the mercy of three brutish creatures with a hunger for innocent young women and a need to breed!
Explicit adult content, contains a monster gangbang, dubious consent, forced and reluctant sex, including anal and oral, with an innocent young virgin. All characters are over eighteen. 5,000 words. More
After Carrie graduates as the high school valedictorian, her parents reward her with a three month trip to Paris. When she meets a mysterious, handsome man named Andre, she decides she's had enough of being a goody two-shoes. But when Andre leads her down into the dark Paris catacombs, Carrie realizes that she's been given to a pack of monstrous brutes who dwell in the tunnels.
Soon she finds herself tied up and forced to drink their magic brew, and before long, she's begging for their giant cocks!
Caution: This story is for adults only due to explicit and graphic sexual content, including the gangbang, breeding, and impregnation of an innocent, reluctant virgin by savage ogres. This story also includes bondage, mind control, oral and anal sex, and dubious consent. All characters are over eighteen.
"Let's see the rest of her," Zagut said. He picked up a crude stone knife and put it to the hem of her dress. He pulled up on the fabric and sawed at it until her beautiful red dress fell away in tatters. Beneath, she wore only a black bra and panties. The ogres' eyes widened as they leered at her, and she wanted desperately to cover herself up.
"Mm, she's a good one," Gruk said. "So firm, so ripe."
Gruk and Thorg stood to either side, fondling her breasts. As she watched, their cocks emerged from beneath their loincloths and grew rigid. They were as huge as Zagut's, maybe even bigger, and they throbbed and pulsed with lust as their hands explored her body.
Gruk pinched her nipple again, and Carrie moaned. It wasn't just pain she felt this time, but something better, a pleasure that she refused to admit to herself.
"That's right, woman," Gruk said. "You want us, but you're afraid to admit it. The brew will quench that fear and let you admit your desire."
"No," she said. "Please, let me go!"
The three ogres laughed as one, and their deep voices rebounded from the curved brick walls.
"You want to go?" Throg asked, his deep, gravelly voice indifferent. He held out his hand, and Zagut gave him the knife he'd used to cut her dress open. Throg bent down and sliced through the leather straps that held her wrists. "Then you may." He watched Carrie rub at her wrists, then smiled. "Of course, without light or a guide, you'll wander forever in the catacombs. Or until something finds you. And then you'll wish you had stayed."
"Please," Carrie begged. "I don't deserve this."
Gruk chuckled. "Didn't your mother teach you that bad girls get taken by the ogres?"
"I'm not bad! I'm a virgin! I'm saving myself for marriage!"
The ogres roared with laughter as if she'd told a hilarious joke. "I told Andre I wouldn't sleep with him!" she said, her tone pleading.
"And yet you came with him into a dark place beneath the city. What did you think would happen?"
Carrie tried to respond, but something was clouding her mind. That strange brew seemed to be working its magic. "I can't do this," she insisted lamely.
"Of course you can," Throg said. "Soon you'll be begging for it." He grabbed the waistband of her panties and gave them a quick jerk. They tore in two and flew across the room to land in the shadows. He tore off her bra in much the same way, leaving Carrie naked on the stone.