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.Criedand cursed and spasmodically tried to jerk his body away from the intrusion and failed.Andhopelessly, miserably failed.He did nothing but scrape his arms and hands against the bark of the treeand amuse the gathered monsters.They thought it great sport, his humiliation, this brutal torture.Hethought he was going to die.The pain was a molten knife at the small of his back that ripped up intohis guts and shredded his insides.It dug around inside him, twisting its punishing finger, curving it sothat it felt as if it pressed against his belly through the bruised mass of his colon.The world went dark then, and he tried to let himself fall into that trance that Mother andGreatgrandfather let themselves experience when they were working some magic or another or trying tospeak to the ancestors or the forest or the Goddess.He had that power in him—his bloodline was theoldest of all the Ydregi—he was merely too young for the training of it.A young man had to go throughthe rites of the warrior—of the philosopher—before he could be trained in the rites of the druid.Somany years ahead that they became clouded in his mind just thinking of it.But he still knew the ways.He still knew what Grandfather did and Mother—who was a healer of the tribe despite the fact thatshe’d only seen sixty summers.Yhalen hadn’t seen quite twenty and still, he could almost reach thatplace and the power that rested there—waiting for the right touch to draw it out.Almost he could feelthe overwhelming essence of life that emanated from the forest surrounding them.He almost had it— almost—and was brought back by the sudden shock of his head being twisted up,his jaws hinged open and a splash of wine so bitter it made him choke, poured down his open mouth.He swallowed and spat and hardly realized the finger gone from his rear until it was jammed downinto his mouth.The taste of blood and shit made him gag.The ogre barked something at him, jamminghis finger between Yhalen’s straining jaws.Again the same word and he thought the brute might havewanted him to clean it of his own blood and his own shit.He shut his eyes, refusing to do anything butlay there and passively let it rape his mouth.It wasn’t until he felt another blunt, thick finger pressedagainst his ravaged anus and another gruff voice repeated the same foreign word, that he panicked andthought perhaps a little capitulation in the face of insurmountable odds might not be a bad thing.Itfilled his mouth to capacity, but he tried to comply.The ogre grinned hugely and pulled his finger out,rubbing it across Yhalen’s lips with bruising force, urging him to lick it clean.He did, stomach churningwith nausea, tongue hesitantly lapping at the rough flesh, which was mostly clean, from the thrustsdown his throat.The second finger pressed into him and he jerked, crying out in shock and anger.He’d done what they’d asked and still.He choked, the finger jammed back down his throat,curling down the back of his throat.The pain ate him up from the inside, bloody, raw, torn, stretched wider than a body could stretchand recover as they expanded their games and found other things to force inside him.He lost whatsense of dignity he’d striven to hold on to and screamed and pleaded and begged, and all it did wasinflame them.He saw through red-tinged vision, one of them take out the horrifying thing between its5legs and start to pump it in excited vigor.It was as long as Yhalen’s arm from shoulder to wrist andthicker than his biceps along the shaft, bulging larger at the bluish green head, which was swollen andangry and leaking clear fluid.They went into a frenzy, with the smell of the ogre’s sexual fluids so strong in the air that it madeYhalen’s eyes water.The thing reached for him, wild-eyed and intent, and Yhalen knew that he woulddie, impaled on this thing and knew that he wouldn’t die well or honorably.But, the one with the earrings, the only one that hadn’t violated him yet, snarled and shoved the one with the frighteningerection back, smacking its own chest once then stabbing a finger towards Yhalen’s tortured form.Theother one growled, backing down reluctantly, hunching over to vigorously massage the length of itscock.A tattooed length, Yhalen noted absently, his head swimming with something akin to relief—orperhaps it was blood loss.There were tattooed symbols on their arms and the hints of them under theedges of their armor.The leader, who had claimed Yhalen for his own, moved to sit at his legs, taking another swig of thebitter wine, before pouring the last of it down Yhalen’s raised leg and watching as it dribbled down.Itburned like liquid fire and he screamed and convulsed weakly.His cries had grown hoarse from somany shameful screams.From the bruising of thick malicious ogre fingers.The ogre leader pushed his finger inside to little resistance, blood and torn muscle easing the way.Yhalen moaned and pressed his face into the mulch, having no strength left to even flinch.With noresistance met and no cry of pain evicted, the ogre drew its finger out and added a second.It was nonew tactic.They had already invaded him that way, eager to see how far his flesh would stretch beforeit split.It was split now [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]