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 It was a late spring day in the kingdom and the group of Aryan lords and
ladies had enjoyed riding through the fields.  But they noticed that they
saw none of the Horde people that were supposed to be working the fields;
and the Lord of the manor had no explanation for their absence.  They
returned to the house and tried to enjoy dinner but there was an
undercurrent of tension throughout the house.

   When one of the young lords saw the group of Horde coming toward the
house, they understood why the tension in the air but they felt safe
because of the magic wards that made a boundary that would not allow Horde
to cross if they meant harm.  But some how, the Horde crossed the line of
the wards while carrying weapons and screaming threats.  At the same time,
the Aryans in the house collapsed in a panic that had no explanation and
could not defend themselves.  Without any defense, the Horde quickly took
the house and its occupants.

   The lords and ladies of the house were huddled together in the great
room, when one of members of the Horde came forward.

   "Do you remember me, Young Lord," he asked one of them.

   "No, why should I?"

   "Three years ago, you and your friends raped my wife right after she had
given birth.  You were drunk and didn't care that she was bleeding as you
took your pleasures with her.  You tied me to a tree and laughed at me
while you used her as she and my newborn son screamed.  They both died that
night, after you rode off.  I have been waiting for this day ever since."

   "But how did you cross the wards!  You can't do what you just did."

   "I made some new friends and they helped me in return for favors to be
named later," the Villain replied.  "Now for my revenge."

   As the ladies watched in horror, the lords were nailed hand and feet to
the wooden walls around the room.  Then while the Lords hung there in pain,
they watched in horror as the Horde surrounded the Ladies and began to
strip them.  As the Horde began to strip off their clothes, a soft heavy
voice came from the dark doorway, "Not those two." After roughly fondling
them for a while, the naked ladies were tied face down to benches.

   And so, the lords and the two selected ladies watched as the Horde
assaulted the other ladies, both front and back.  While the assaults were
humiliating, the Horde men, being smaller than the Lords in every way, it
was a while before the constant assaults became agony.  Then that same
voice came from the doorway again," They have three holes, use all of
them!"

   As the room realized what that meant, the Ladies began to scream.  Even
as small as the Horde were, the forcing of the Ladies' last openings soon
had them begging for mercy.  When all of the men had had at least one of
the women that way, the women were lying limp over the benches.  The two
that had been selected for something else were in shock, wondering what
could be worse than this.

   Then the Lord, who had been accused of rape, was released from the wall.
As he lay on the floor in agony, a table was turned over and one of the
legs was quickly sharpened.  The Horde grabbed and stripped the Lord and
holding him over the sharpened leg, began to force it into his body.  By
the time his body reached the underside of the table, the blood gushing
from is mouth was stifling his screams.

   "I think you would agree that we kept our part of the bargain," that
same soft voice said from the doorway.  "Now give us the women we want and
let us be gone."

   "Agreed," answered the leader.

   The two women, who had been separated from the others, were released
from their chairs and pushed to the door.  Looking back, they saw the Horde
cutting the throats of all of the Lords and Ladies, except the one on the
table leg, who was still moaning.  Huge men, in black hooded robes that
covered them from head to foot, grabbed them and lead them to horses.  They
were tied to the saddles and the giants lead them away to meet their fate.

   The next day, a group of lords approached the burned manor house and
slowed their horses as they looked at the remains.  One of the younger ones
asked" How could this have happened?  How did the wards fail?"

   The leader looked disgusted and said, "If you had listened to your
lessons, you would know what happened here: Moorlon renegades".

   "But the Moorlons are legends, tales to frighten small children!"

   The older lord explained that the Moorlons were a race of magicians that
lived on some islands in the ocean.  While they had great magic powers,
they could not handle metal and so could be defeated in battle.  The Aryans
and the Moorlons had made a treaty so the Moorlons would use their magic to
help control the Horde people and the Aryans would battle the Moorlons'
enemies.

   As they searched the ruined house they realized that two of the women
were missing.  The younger lords wanted to start the search, the leader
stopped them; "There is more you need to know, before we start the search",
and began to explain.  The Moorlons were basically a race of teachers and
mystics that did no harm.  But on occasion, one of them was also interested
in the physical world, as well and became a renegade.  The treaty forbade
the Aryans from killing a Moorlons or all of the magical shields that had
been created to control the Horde people would vanish.  All they could do
was capture the renegades and send them back to their island where their
own people would deal with them.  But first they had to deal with the Horde
people who were no longer controlled by magic.

   "And what about the women, what if they have abused them?"

   With a sigh, the older lord said that if the women had been abused, they
would need to be killed.  At their shocked looks he continued their
education: the Moorlons were as much larger than the Aryans as the Aryans
were than the Horde people and larger in every way.  Between their physical
endowment and endurance and being able to read the woman's mind with their
magic, in two or three days any woman they took became a sex slave to them
and become as fixated on them as a drunk on his wine.  There was no cure,
an Aryan man could never satisfy them sexually again, and their death was
the only answer.  In shock and silence at what they had heard, they
prepared to search first for the uncontrolled Horde people and then
Moorlons.
The women they were talking about were in a cave that had been turned
into house.  Invisible from the outside, inside it was well furnished and
the two Aryan women were about to learn their fate.  After being pulled
from their horses and taken inside, the huge figures, still in their dark
robes, forced them to strip and in the candlelight, they were examined by
their captors.  Both were young with ripe, firm bodies, one blonde and the
other a redhead, and neither showed signs of having had children.  They
stood naked while crying quietly until they were forced to benches and tied
face up.  When one screamed, "you may rape me, but you will get no pleasure

from it", a laugh came from one of the figures.

   The helpless women looked on as the robes fell to the floor, revealing
dark skinned men like they had never seen before, almost seven feet tall,
but still wearing soft robes.  As the inner robes were dropped to the
floor, the women stared: the cocks that were revealed were as long and
thick as their forearms and still soft.  The huge men laughed as the women
stared and one said, "In two days you will be begging for this.  We like to
let one watch the other the first time, so who will start?"

   He approached one of the women holding a container, his huge swinging
cock the total focus of her attention, "This time you are so scared you
will be dry inside but soon, you will be wet all the time at the idea of
either of us having you".  He poured oil on his manhood and began to rub it
on her body.  As he began to push inside her, it didn't feel as big as it
had looked but soon began to swell in her making her feel as tight as she
ever had.  And it seemed to have tiny fingers: that was the only way she
could explain how her every sensitive part was being touched.  As her
friend looked on in shock, the redhead began writhing and panting under
that huge figure.  The woman knew her body was betraying her by responding
as she was pushed to the edge of a huge climax.  And, with his magic, the
man in her kept her on the edge until she began to beg and plead for the
release she was so close to.  He looked in the eyes of her blonde friend as
he gave the begging woman under him the release she craved.  As she
screamed and shook at a climax that seemed as if it would never end, he
laughed.

   As the blonde continued to watch, he sat the limp figure of her friend
on his manhood, and the redhead began panting and moaning again.  As they
sat facing her with his dark cock forcing her friend's legs to spread wide,
she could see the juice on the sliding cock that seemed on the verge of
splitting her friend open.  When she felt liquid hit her body, she knew it
was now her turn as well.  And then she knew what had happened to her
friend: the monster in her filled her so tightly she didn't know how it
could be moving in her at all.  But move it did and it seemed to connect
all of her most sensitive parts: her beasts felt as heavy as ever and her
mouth was open and gasping at the feelings throughout her body.  She was
determined not to beg; to be stronger than her friend, but as she was held
over the dark pit of her release, she began to whisper and then scream for
the release she was so close to.  She knew she was shaking under him as she
begged and promised him anything and she hated herself for wanting it so.
Then in a rush, her climax came and came and kept coming; and it seemed as
if would never end.  Now she was begging for him to stop, to let her rest,
not to keep screaming and crying as pleasure like she had never imagined
filled her body.  She felt him leave her but the waves of pleasure
continued until she too was limp and spent.
She realized when she was untied and thought that she should fight and
try to escape but it was all she could do was lay there and try to recover.
A scream echoed in the chamber and she turned her head to see her friend
being held open while a huge dark cock filled and stretched her again.  She
could see it moving and pulling the nether parts as the redhead stared at
the ceiling and screamed her pleasure.  As she watched, she too was rolled
over and opened for their mutual pleasure.  The dark giants seemed tireless
and soon the exhausted women could only moan in response to their never

ending climaxes.

   During a break, the women tried to eat and drink while the giants did
but soon they were being beckoned over.  Even when the men changed women,
the result was the same: deep, body shaking climaxes that seemed to last
for hours.  When one of the moved to the blondes' head while dipping his
cock in a mug of wine she shivered.  She had licked and sucked cocks before
but never one like this.  It seemed to swell and shrink to fit in her mouth
and for the first time, she was getting deep pleasure from a cock in her
mouth.  When he pushed it deeper into her mouth, she knew she was going to
gag as she always did, but to her amazement, it slid easily down her
throat. Her whole being was centered on the cock in her mouth and as it
began to twitch so did she.  At the taste of his juice, she was astonished
to find herself beginning to climax and a lot of his juice spilled out of
her mouth and down her body.  The redhead was sent over to clean her up and
at the taste, she too began climaxing again.  Then the two women were sent
to the other giant to suck his cock and when he shot, he sprayed it on both
of them.  As they licked each other bodies clean, they were again climaxed
at the taste of his juice and they soon began to kiss and lick each other.
Still in each other's arms, the exhausted young women soon fell asleep.

   When they awoke, the previous night seemed like a dream, how they have
ever felt that way?  But the giants were still there and when the women saw
their naked bodies and huge cocks, their mouths went dry at the memory of
the night before.  Just the sight of those cocks, started their juices
flowing and on shaky legs, they willingly went to the giants.  They were
astonished to find it happening again: they were begging for the release of
climax as those incredible cocks turned them inside out.  It was as if the
inside of their bodies were made of soft dried leather, they fit so tight
on those cocks and yet there was enough room for the little fingers to
still find their most stimulating spots.

   As the women screamed their climaxes, the giants looked at each other
and the one in the blonde began shooting his juice in and on her pussy.  As
she lay there panting, the other black giant carried over the redhead and
placed her head between the blondes' legs.  She stared at the oozy open
slit, then took a tentative lick at the juice on top.  As had happened the
night before, the taste of the giant's juice gave her an orgasm, so she
continued licking at the blonde.  The blonde lay there limply as her friend
licked and sucked at her pussy; she had never had someone use their soft
tongue on her most sensitive parts, indeed neither had ever been with
another woman.  The redhead was cuming with every taste of man juice and
she was pushing her tongue as deep as she could into her friend to find
every drop.  The blonde found the feel of a tongue very different and
between the soft, probing touch and the moaning breath of her climaxing
friend between her legs, she soon was again on the brink of another climax
herself.  That was when one of the giants laid his cock across her face and
she immediately sucked it deep into her mouth.  Once again, to her
surprise, it slid down her throat effortlessly and she eagerly sucked and
licked it to get the same reward her friend was enjoying.  When he started
shooting, he filled her mouth and moved so his juice shot down her body,
leaving a trail for the redhead to lick up.  As she reached the blondes
mouth, they kissed deeply and both climaxed as they shared his juice his
juice between them.

   The black giants were insatiable and the women found that they also were
always ready and were beginning to live for the feel of those huge cocks
and the taste of their juice.  They were finding there was nothing they
wouldn't do to please the men: they were truly becoming their willing
slaves.  The week before either would have died rather than be fucked in
the ass, but after the first time with the giants, they gladly spread their
cheeks for them.  And they each would lick the other no matter where the
man juice was, becoming truly addicted to its effect on them.

   And like every addict the women wanted more and the giants loved to make
them beg and compete for the agonizing joy of their climaxes.  The women
were made to play with each other and the one who came first was forced to
wait and watch as the giants pleasured the other to the massive orgasms
only they could give.  And when they took the women to the edge of their
climax and kept them there, they would promise anything in their begging
for the release that was so close and that they knew would be so intense
that they fainted sometimes as they climaxed.

   The giants, through their studies, had learned all about the Aryans and
their normal ways of having sex.  And they knew what would happen to all of
them when they were captured so they taught their captives to love doing
things the women had never imagined themselves doing.  All them women were
aware of was being rewarded with pleasure they had never imagined for doing
what ever the giants asked.  And they found there was nothing they wouldn't
do for rewards they were receiving.

   While time seemed to stand still in the cave, it was five days before
the Horde rebels were captured and punished and the cave discovered.  All
of them were taken to the port so the Moorlons could be returned to their
people.  The Aryan leader asked the lovers of the women to leave them in
his care but they refused.  So an inn was emptied and the women and their
lovers went up stairs while the rest of the Aryan lord drank in the tavern
below.  When a high-pitched scream came down the stairs, the leader of the
Aryans shivered.  As the sounds continued, one of his companions commented
that the women must really be enjoying the reunion with their lovers.  The
lord replied that the sounds were coming from the men as they were being
shown what the women had learned and come to expect from a lover.  And the
sounds continued until late into the night.

   The next morning, as the men came down the stairs, they realized they
everyone in the inn had heard them with the women.  They were embarrassed
as they faced the lord and tried to explain.  They now knew why the older
lord had asked them not to go with the women and as they looked at their
companions, they knew everyone had heard them through the night.  The women
couldn't achieve the release they had become accustomed to and as they
tried, they showed the men the things they had learned while captives.  And
when the men tired, the women first exchanged men and then brought all of
them together so they could watch each other.  And even when the men were
tired, the women could take them to the edge and keep them there until the
men were begging for release just as the women had with the giants.

   As they took the giants to the boat that would take them home, a crowd
gathered to see these strange beings.  And through the crowd fought the
women who had been their captives, wanting to see them one more time.  As
the women approached, the giants smiled at them and one said they were not
dressed correctly to touch them.  In front of the shocked crowd and the men
they had spent the night with, the women quickly stripped off their clothes
and knelt in front of the giants.  A hush fell over the crowd as the women
raised the robes the giants were wearing and revealed the huge dark organs
below.  As the crowd watched, stunned, the naked women dropped to their
knees and eagerly began to suck and lick the cocks they had grown to need
and love.  Not even the sounds of swords being unsheathed could distract
them from getting a last taste of the giants' juice.  The crowd watched
silently as the women swallowed the cocks without gagging, and their
whimpers of joy and anticipation carried throughout the stunned crowd.  As
the giants began rewarding the women with their juice, everyone watching
was shocked to see and hear the women groan and shake with delight at the
taste.  As the giants finished their last spasms, the juice was spilling
out of the women's mouths and down their naked bodies.  While the giants
were being dragged away to the waiting ship, the women began to kiss and
lick each other in order to share all their lover's juice they could.  And
they were kissing each other, still naked in front of the crowd, tongues
probing in each other's mouths when their former lover's swords swung down
to kill them.  6

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