Date: Fri, 6 Aug 2021 17:42:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: "ozzalone65@aol.com" <ozzalone65@aol.com>
Subject: An Ogre Onslaught

This is I functional story based of the furnation ogres i have seen in
adult art sites. Incredibly drawn beast men that are huge and built and
actually freaking hot. Hot and largely hung. Its a fantasy story of
assault and abuse and gangbangs.

Enjoy.
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An Ogre Onslaught

... I am telling you my tale. A tale of near death and sequestration and
complete dominance by beasts that have little mercy and little interest
in you and what you fear and love. Beasts that are only interested in
their conquest and domination over lesser creatures to them. And as I was
all that was left of my village after the beasts attacked it. They took
if me what they wanted. What they wished
Day in and day out here in my cell where they keep me. Barely feeding me
unless they needed me for what they did to me daily.
And that was it. Daily I was assaulted and brutalized by the beasts and
their smaller dwarf minions. The daily sexual assault by the huge ogres
and the smaller dwarfs. With no one to save me from this endless
onslaught of brutal sex with creatures that had huge members.even the
smaller dwarfs have sizeable rids of sex.

"No. P-please" I would say feebly each day as one of them showed up at me
cell

My cell where I was regularly bond and always taken. Each and every day,
taken by not just one, but multiple creatures. My body nothing more than
a receptacle for them to pour their seed into me.

But let me take you to the beginning of what is now a daily ordeal that I
both hate and have grown to love. Where I had been before I was taken by
these creatures of anger and hate. Before I became just a piece of meat
for pleasure for the dozens of 4 ogres and their dozen or so dwarf
minions that have become my masters.
It was now many many months to the day that I am in now. I was just an
ordinary young man in an ordinary village in the western valley of these
lands.a place we believed was for the most part safe from invasion and
attack. A small village of 80 or so families. A few dozen homes and
places of business.
Brovan is the name of our village. I was just a few miles from the bay. A
few miles from a great sea to the west. To the east the great mountains
stretching out and beyond.
The South was fertile lands where many farmed. Where there were fields if
grains and vegetables and fruits as far as one could see. Many a time I
and my friends in our youth would travel there to pluck fruits from the
hundreds of apple and fruit trees in that area.

"I miss those days" I huffed in my cell
"I miss the trees, the smells and colors"

It was the north were they came from though. This was where the beasts
came down and attacked our village. Many many ogres that came in to
slaughter and take what they wished. Dozens of them and the dwarfs beasts
that came with them. I don't recall why they came, just that they came
and destroyed my village and killed most of the people in it. Only a
handful of persons surviving to be slaves to the ogres. Some to just do
menial labors for them. Not that these large beasts needed us. But they
used us as they pleased.
And those of us in their capture were in wish of the release if death as
it would have been the lesser suffering. And I was one if their victims
that had the worst of the suffering. Taken as sex slave for them and
their minions.
But the ogres came and did what they did for whatever reason. And we were
to take this and either be enslaved or killed.

"I remember that day" I said to myself again and again.
"It had been such a grand day until the trumpets sounded"

It had been a day of much pleasure to my young body. Releasing myself to
new pleasures that I had on so desired for many years. Myself and my
cousin Victor. That had been the day that he had introduced me onto the
pleasures if male to male sex.
This beautiful older man to me. He was 4 years my senior to my 19 years
of life. He was the most stunning creature I had ever laid eyes upon.
Tall muscular and dark medium length hair. His face striking with a dark
beard and piercing eyes. His body a beautiful tanned God like thing. And
hus member a lovely size woth a delicious curve on it

"How I miss you cousin" I huffed there in my cell.

Yes Victor was gone now. Just as many of the men in my village, he had
been killed in the attack. So I was never to see my beautiful man again.

"My Victor. My love" I said again....
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To be continued