Crusade Gone Awry Ch. 09

"Please...I need a break..." Sam whined. The woman only shushed him and stuck the tip of the horn into his mouth. Left with no choice, he gulped it down. The moment it was empty, one of the remaining descended back onto him. She stepped over his body, lowering herself down. She was facing away from him, giving Sam a good view of the outline of her round ass. She grabbed his rock-hard dick, causing him to wince in pain. The discomfort didn't last long, as her round butt lowered onto his crotch, his rod enveloped in warmth and wetness. Sam groaned in relief. Taking this as encouragement, the woman began pumping her hips. Her entire body rippled as she jerked her lower body up and down. She began to moan along with him, her juices soaking his crotch. Her insides coiled and flexed around him, encouraging him to just empty everything. He couldn't imagine that anything was left, but that wasn't stopping her. The woman on top of him began to tremble. She had been playing with herself the entire time she had been in the tent, and watching the others get their turn had made her incredibly horny and hot. She wasn't going to last long as she pumped his meat. Losing strength, the woman began grinding back forth, letting Sam's shaft feel more of her tight hole. The crusader began to tense up, knowing what was coming, but helpless to stop it. His partner shrieked, arched her back, and buried his entire rod inside of her. Her inner flesh tightened and flooded him with slick, hot juices. Sam yelled as a mixture of pain and pleasure shot through his body. He could feel his dick throb painfully as his semen hammered free. His insides felt as if they were cramping, hitting his fourth orgasm in a row. Despite the fact that he had cum several times already, a healthy amount of his jizz still emptied, perhaps as much as a normal first orgasm would have. Still, the woman circled her hips around and around, extending his half pleasure, half pain climax. She leeched every last drop from him. When she was satisfied, she lifted herself off and immediately covered her crotch, not allowing any of it to escape.

Sam's vision began to black out after this. He had vague memories of a canteen at his lips and a woman on top of him. In and out of blackness he felt a mix of pleasure and pain. Then there was streak of hard cramping throughout his body, and his dick felt like it was exploding. Then it was all black. The woman had sex with him, but he was too exhausted to even enjoy it.

*

When Sam regained consciousness, there was a horn at his lips yet again. He groaned and weakly tried to fight it. He couldn't do it again! He would die!

"No!" he croaked. "No more! I know what you want but...!" Someone stroked his face and shushed him. He recognized the voice and looked up. It was Tara. She was cradling his head in her lap, offering him water.

"Oh, it's you," Sam said, sounding relieved. Tara chuckled a little behind her mask. She brought the horn back to him and he drank it gratefully. In truth, he felt bone dry. Once he had emptied the waterskin he gazed around the room. The five women were still there, although now they were sleeping on the ground. It appeared that Tara snuck inside to get see him and give him some extra water. Sam tried to lift his hand, but only succeeded in making it tremble. Seeing him move, Tara grabbed it with her own. She laced their fingers together and squeezed.

"I get a break after this, right?" Sam asked. Tara chuckled again, nodding. "Thank the goddess...please don't let them back on me while I'm asleep. I might really die." Tara only squeezed his hand and pet his head with the other. He slowly fell back into sleep, comforted that she was near.

*

Sam was back to being bedridden, at least for the next few days. His whole body was sore, especially his crotch. More annoying to him, however, was the fact that Tara still wasn't around. There was a rotating set of women. They took care of him fine, but something was lacking. They were constantly testing his fitness, prompting him to stand or flex his muscles. They appeared to become more nervous and excited the better he got. They weren't happy he was better, like Tara was. They just wanted him for sex.

Sam wasn't an idiot. He knew what they were doing. All of them were desperate for him to cum inside of them. When he did, they did their best to keep it inside of them. Sam didn't think he would be a good father, but if they were desperate enough, he would have obliged. They saved his life after all. The problem he had was the incense they used to dope him up and keeping themselves hidden. He was literally in the dark. They didn't offer an explanation for anything. They didn't even talk to him. They were just using him, like he was an object or a tool. Hell, the first two women tried to have sex with him too early, nearly killing him in the process. Sam needed answers and he needed to get stronger. If he got too strong, however, they would likely get more women and more incense, so he came up with a plan.

He would fake being weak. When they tested his readiness, he faked being weak. He wouldn't stand on his feet, and he would barely flex his muscles. After doing this for a few days, even as felt stronger and stronger, they seem to have bought it. The women were getting more and more worried about him, even grinding up medicinal leaves to put in his food to make him better.

*

One day, just as a woman in a mask entered the tent, Sam scrambled to his feet and charged. The other was too preoccupied grinding up some of those herbs to watch him. The woman entering the tent shrieked as Sam shoved her back outside. He didn't want to hurt her, but at the same time had to get her out of the way. She scrambled backwards and to the ground, fortunately onto sand. Her mask flew off, flipping off to the side. Sam stood in the bright, desert sunlight, staring. His eyes began to widen as his heart pounded in his ears. The woman on the ground appeared equally shocked, her dark eyes wide. That wasn't what attracted Sam's gaze, however. It was her nose.

It was a pig nose. Moreover, her ears were large and pointed, also like a pig. These were pigmen! He hadn't been rescued! He had been kidnapped! These women were probably keeping him to hand him over to the males when they were done with him! Even worse...he had laid with them! They had forced him to have sex with them, with monsters! Sam's heart thudded in his chest as panic went through him. He wasn't thinking, he was only reacting. He turned and began sprinting, desperately seeking to escape.

Everywhere he turned, all he saw were more pig women. They would shriek at him. He could hear their squealing everywhere. All he found was a maze of tents. No matter where he turned, he was in another row of them. He grew more and more desperate, his fear taking hold. There was no escape! As he spun his head, he found that this place was surrounded by three buttes, and between them were walls. He was trapped. He dashed into a large open area, finding all of the tents were surrounding an oasis. Her turned around and around, seeking escape. The pigmen were beginning to run out of tents. They were gathering around him. Many of them were shrieking and holding their hands up, as if trying to communicate. Sam was too panicked to notice. Instead his wide eyes spied something nearby. It was a weapon rack with several swords. He bolted over towards it, the pigmen shrieking and pointing. He pulled one of the curved swords out and began backing up, his back to the oasis. More and more of them gathered, keeping a safe distance but still shrieking and pointing. Sam slowly gave ground towards the water, pointing the sword menacingly. He had nowhere to go! Behind him was the oasis, in front of him were dozens of pigmen. The more he gave ground, the more frantic they became.

"Get back!" he shouted. "All of you get back! I swear not one of you will...!" Many of the women gasped as someone grabbed his hands. Sam snapped his head around, intent on killing his enemy.

Then he froze. Staring at him from the side weren't dark eyes like all the others. Instead there were green eyes, bright and kind. Although she still had a pig nose and ears, her skinny body gave her away easily.

"Tara...?" Sam asked weakly. The pig girl smiled gently and nodded. She squeezed his hands around the sword.

"Safe," she said. "Masha. Safe."

"But...but the pigmen..." he said weakly.

"Safe," she said more firmly. "You. Safe. Masha." Her fingers wiggled under his. He didn't fight her, and the grip on the sword failed. She pulled the blade away and tossed it. The very next moment, Tara wrapped her arms around his neck. She held him tightly. Suddenly feeling overwhelmed, Sam returned her embrace, squeezing tightly. He was terribly petrified and bewildered but knowing she was close calmed him.

After a few moments, she pulled away. She grabbed onto him and began pulling him away from the oasis. There was a frantic look in her eyes, confusing Sam. For the first time, he turned around. He instantly shouted and scrambled backwards, landing on his butt. Beside the oasis, partially surrounded by a wood and wire fence, was...an alraune, a man-capturing plant monster! He had been walking backwards toward it. Had he taken a few more steps, he would have touched one of the roots, and it would have been over. Sam's panic was back and he was kicking at the dirt uselessly. Apparently seeing he was disturbed again, Tara grabbed him and, with surprising strength, yanked him to his feet and dragged him away.

Before Sam could gather his wits, he was back in the dark tent. He had just panicked once he saw the pig woman. He was surrounded by enemies, trapped by walls, and all he could think about was getting away. He collapsed onto the ground, gasping. The very next moment, someone sat in his lap. Judging from how light she was, it was Tara. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and chest. She put her forehead against the side of his face. She quietly began humming to him. Sam let out a big sigh, bringing his own arms up and enveloping her in them. He had to think clearly. He had to make sense of this.

He recalled that the crusader army had before coming across three buttes. There was an oasis in the middle. Renard had gone ahead, but returned, saying it was infested with pigmen females. Sam hadn't given it much thought at the time, but that must be where he was. That weevil had carried him a long way. The pig women must have found him and nursed him back to health, but why? Well, to impregnate them it seems, but why? Why were they so desperate, and for him, specifically?

Abruptly, the flaps of the tent flew open. Both Tara and Sam jumped. The canvas remained open, someone standing in the entrance. Sam could tell from the curves that it was Minvera. She had a pig nose and ears, just like the rest of them. She wasn't wearing a mask anymore, and it was clear she was glaring at Tara. They stared at each other, Tara becoming uncomfortable.

They began to speak, but not in a way Sam could understand. Their words were trills and small squeaks, almost like singing. Still, from the tone, it was clear that Minerva was unhappy, and Tara was trying to defend herself. After a few moments of talking Minerva scoffed and waved her hand, as if dismissing the whole conversation. Tara wiggled out of his lap. Sam gave her a slightly concerned look, but she just smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

"Safe," she repeated. She sat beside him, staying close. Minerva tied the tent flaps open, finally filling the room with light. It was then that Sam saw she was carrying something, well two somethings. One appeared to be a roll of fabric, the other was a breastplate. In fact, it was his breastplate, the burning phoenix still on it. Minerva then marched over to Sam and unrolled the fabric in front of him. The crusader stared at, realizing what it was. It was a tapestry, a sort of long, woven cloth with pictures to illustrate a story. As he studied it, Sam realized that it was their story. Fortunately, it was pretty self-explanatory.

The pigmen, both men and women, once lived together in an oasis town. From what was illustrated, they lived in peace. Then they were attacked by centaurs. They were besieged and were dying. Then a black figure with a crown on his head came to them. Sam figured that was the demon king. The demon showed some sort of fountain underground in a cave. The waters were red. The males drank from this water and turned into the muscled, hairy monsters Sam had already seen. The centaurs were then defeated by these new pigmen and what appeared to be trees...or something. Sam wasn't sure about that part.

Once the new monstrous pigmen went back home, they began to mistreat and abuse the women. Growing sick of it, the women got them drunk. A particular pig woman, likely Minerva, led all of the women away. The women settled along a coast, except for a single place between the buttes. That was when Sam began to understand his situation better. Apparently, the women on the coastal towns travel the buttes periodically. They then invite one of the savage men inside, collectively mating with him to get pregnant before throwing him back out. That was probably why they constantly grabbed him and directed him. The violent males had to be restrained or they might hurt them during sex. Sam was at the breeding settlement. This was the end of the tapestry. Sam explained what he saw in the tapestry to Minerva, who was standing off to the side. She mostly nodded along, showing that he got the gist of the situation.

"Why didn't you just explain this to me?" Sam asked. Minerva reached up and put her hands on her throat. She opened her mouth and let out a muffled squeaking noise, as if she were trying to speak.

"You can't," Sam interpreted. She nodded. The pigmen were not capable of speaking like people. Their vocal cords must be more like actual pigs. Sam briefly paused, thinking. Then he pointed at Tara. "Wait, Tara can speak a little."

Minerva then pointed to his breastplate and then at Tara. Sam glanced around for a moment, confused, before making a realization.

"She's half human!" he exclaimed. Minerva nodded firmly. "Wait, there are humans in Tarbat. Couldn't you just go get some of them?"

Minerva shook her head "no" firmly. She knelt down to the tapestry and pointed to the figure of the demon king, then she pointed in what Sam assumed was the direction of Tarbat. She then pointed to the pigmen, and then made a round motion over what appeared to be the whole desert. Sam thought quietly for a few moments, before it dawned on him.

"Everyone has the demon king's blood in them," he said. "All of the races in the desert. The humans have mixed with the monsters in the city so much that they are all related to him, right?" Minerva nodded. He was on the right track. "So, if you mate with someone who is a descendant of the demon king, they will be like the male pigmen running around the desert?" Minerva nodded.

Sam squinted his eyes and pointed at Tara again. "But you nodded when I said she was half human. Why isn't she um...round, like the rest of you? Why are her eyes green?"

The Minerva once again pointed to his breastplate and then back at Tara. She did so repeatedly, indicating a connection.

"Wait," Sam said again. "Were one of her parents crusaders?" Both of the women began nodding frantically. "From the last crusade?" They both nodded again. "So, her parents were descended from crusaders from the last crusade..." Everything then clicked into place

"Some of those pigmen running around in the desert got their hands on a descendant of the previous crusaders. We're different from the humans in Tarbat. We have no demon blood in us. We're pure human. Having sex with them resulted in Tara. She is smaller, smarter, and gentler than regular pigmen. That's why you wanted me specifically, a pure human. You want children like her and not like the ones you are currently having. That's why you burned that incense and had your way with me. You're trying to get pregnant by me and not the other pigmen."

Minerva finally crossed her arms and nodded firmly. That was the whole story. That was why these pig women were here and why they took care of him. Even though he had the answers, Sam still wasn't quite satisfied.

"Just because I understand, doesn't mean I like it," he explained. "The reason I panicked earlier was because when I saw you were pigmen, and thought you were going to kill me. On top of that, I'm not supposed to have sex with mons...people in the desert. You are basically using me as an object, a tool for you to have children. It's really no different from what your males probably do when they take a woman captive. If you had asked, or at least tried, I probably would have said yes. Instead you hid in the dark and wore masks while drugging me."

Minerva was clearly angered by his response. She turned here glaring eyes towards Tara. They spoke to each other for a few moments before Tara turned to Sam.

"Say. No." she struggled to say. "You. Leave."

"If you asked, I might have said no?" Sam guessed. Tara nodded. "That's true, but it doesn't excuse what you did. You have a system that works with the males. You've basically dragged me into this because you don't like the deal you have."

Minerva made a displeased noise and viciously shook her head. She then began motioning for him to stand and follow her. Tara spoke up, and they had another conversation. It was clear, however, that Minerva was giving orders. Ultimately, Tara sighed, defeated. She turned to Sam and nodded.

"Go. Safe," she said. Although a little unsure, Sam stood up and began following Minerva.

Their leader led Sam across the settlement. It gave the crusader time to finally have a look around. The women had done very well for themselves. They had dug canals away along the oasis, growing bushes and trees filled with fruits. There were also what appeared to be some form of cows milling about. All the tents were neatly arranged, and it was very clean. In between the buttes they had built stone walls over ten feet tall. There were women walking along the top, holding bows and arrows. There were hundreds of pig women in the settlement, milling about and working, either at farming, weaving, or taking care of children. Almost everyone wore those loose robes that the people in Tarbat also had, with hoods over their heads. It made their skin much lighter than their male counterparts. They were organized, civil, intelligent, the exact opposite of the wild men.

They finally reached the far side of the oasis, entering a radically different area. There were cages around a large open area. Minerva led him over to one of the cages. Sam stared at them, utterly shocked. There were young pigmen males kept in cages. They were filthy and were constantly snapping and growling at any passerby. A woman was walking around, carrying a bucket of food. She appeared disgusted, as she threw the scraps of meat to the children. They snatched their food, snarling and biting. They then ate sloppily and loudly, throwing chunks everywhere.

"This is how you treat them?" Sam demanded, angry. "Is it any wonder they are so savage? You treat them no better than wild animals!"

Minerva narrowed her eyes, looking both offended and incredulous. She grabbed him by his shirt and dragging him a little further away. Sam suddenly found himself among mangers and cribs, filled with infants. They were all naked and squirming around their cribs, many of them snapping, snorting and growling. Minerva lead him to one particular manger. Sam could see the baby inside was a newborn. Its eyes were barely open, and it had no hair. It too was growling lightly. Minerva cast a harsh glance at Sam, before turning towards some nearby tents and squealing. A pig woman emerged. Even though all of the women in the village were chubby and plump, he could tell that this one had been pregnant recently. Her stomach was still distended, and she appeared to still be walking gingerly. This woman's eyes were wide with fear. She clutched her chest and shook her head furiously. Minerva squealed at her and pointed at the sun, indicating the time. Sam figured that it must have been time to feed the baby. The new woman cried softly and waddled forward. She reached into the crib with shaking hands. The baby, instead of feeling comfort, squealed, kicked, and growled. It showed no sense of recognition or love from its mother. The woman exposed her breast and brought the baby to it. The infant bit onto the nipple harshly, causing the woman to jump and wince. He clawed at her skin, biting and hitting her. It was a bundle of savage fury, and it had just been born.