Making Camp

Zazi was on her third cup when she finally heard Eori groan and thrust hard into her, almost lifting her up off her feet. An instant later she felt warmth pour into her arse as he filled her with his seed. That was always her favorite part. It felt much more soothing than the slight stinging that accompanied being buggered. And it was especially better than the constant stirring Eori did with his cock, she had to drink hard to ignore that.

Eori stayed inside her unusually long, his seed continuing to spurt into her.

Zazi by this point was quite an expert on the matter so she knew this was far more than the humans usually filled her with. Maybe he likes me? Zazi thought. Maybe I could use that?

Eventually when Eori finally finished, he drew back breathlessly from Zazi. I guess she's worth it Eori admitted.

~

The next night, after Zazi had finished her normal duties, she started her first stint as one of the camp's barmaids. It wasn't all that different; she spent most of her time servicing the men with her arse, only now she had to bring them drinks too and squeeze them when they stuck it in her.

It turned out Zazi's trick was proving much more popular with the men than she'd thought, because all of a sudden she barely got a moment where one of the men wasn't rutting her rear. She still thought this was an improvement since now she got all the drink she wanted, and all she had to do was put in a bit more work for the men in her arse.

Zazi spent the night going from table to table, servicing the men as quickly as she could. She was the first troll woman to join the Iron Wolves and so the men knew comparatively little when it came to her. All they knew was that she seemingly let them get away with anything much like the orcs they had, so assumed she was the same. But they had been quick to learn Zazi was even more accommodating than the orcs and soon began testing their limits with her.

When she first joined up, the abuse she endured started off slow. A little catcalling or name calling but soon moved onto slaps on the arse or cheeky fingers slipped inside whenever Zazi walked past. When that failed to get a stern word from her, the men felt more comfortable spitting on her, pulling her hair or slapping her across the face whenever she sucked them off. But things had come so far that now they had begun relieving themselves on Zazi's face, into her mouth or mixing it in with her beers. When still she failed to stop them, the men finally realized what they had on their hands; a woman with even fewer limits than the orcs.

An orc woman might have let you stick it up her arse any time of the day and do whatever you liked with her rear, but she would tear you a part if you tried to throw her into a dumpster afterward or dared to urinate on them, they had a fierce honor after all. But to the men of the Iron Wolves, it seemed as if Zazi had no self-respect at all. No act was too crude or debased that she refused to suffer through it.

To Zazi though, humiliation or dignity never came into the picture, they were concepts that didn't even cross her mind. She was a troll and it was simple biology that made her accept her duties, whatever they may be. She was a woman and she understood that came with responsibilities.

Sometimes those duties were uncomfortable though, but they had to be endured in any case. If anything, her duties here with the Iron Wolves and their majority of humans were far less taxing than back home. Rarely did she have men sharing her arse two at a time and if there were, they were thankfully smaller than trolls. They never made her wear those awful accessories her kind did that kept her splayed open. They never tied her to a pole as an offering or tried to trade her body to others. It was quite relaxing being with the Iron Wolves to Zazi's mind.

~

After a long night, Zazi slumped over at a table, her head resting against her arms. She'd drunk so much she could barely keep her eyes open and was happily drifting towards sleep when one of the last customers came up behind her.

Zazi had long since abandoned undergarments and had on nothing but her barmaids dress that hardly reached her hips so it was trivial for the man to slip inside her battered hole. She'd serviced so many of the mercenaries that by now it was practically muscle memory, something she didn't even need to concentrate on. The moment a cock was stuffed into her arse she'd start squeezing and clenching with her muscles even if she were half asleep.

Jan satisfied himself with Zazi's arse as she dozed off, eventually pumping his seed deep into her guts while she snored lightly. It was something of a nightly ritual for Jan and he'd grown terribly fond of the troll that let him get away with anything.

After finishing, Jan pressed a couple fingers into Zazi's well fucked hole, the digits easily sliding into the bumpy flesh. Jan was in awe of her body; the shocking thing was, even as she slept her arse would suckle at anything that was put inside it and Jan felt her anal muscles grip his fingers tightly, as if they were trying to pull them deeper inside.

Jan pulled out some of the toys he'd made in his workshop from his bag. The first to come out were a quintet of tangerine sized vibrating balls he'd designed. For once my skills prove useful he thought to himself self-deprecatingly. One by one he turned them on and pressed them into Zazi's vulnerable arse, watching slack jawed as her arse drew them in deeper and deeper without effort on his part, swallowing them all whole. Jan snaked a hand around Zazi's waist and pressed it against her stomach. He could feel the toys jostling around inside her even through her skin. Jan chuffed at the surprise he was leaving her.

After the last of the balls disappeared inside Zazi, Jan plugged her up with a spectacularly large toy. It was as smooth and soft, but thick around as his wrist and longer than his forearm. It disappeared up Zazi's arsehole all the same. All he had to do was press the tip in and her hungry hole pulled in and devoured the rest of it. Well, almost all of it. A few inches hung out from her arse, refusing to be pulled in. Jan watched in fascination as her arse struggled to devour those last inches. He saw her arsehole quite literally yawn and clench, trying to pull the rest of the monstrous toy in, but it couldn't. So he gave her a hand and shoved of the toy in, making the ring of her arse stretch terribly and slip past the flared cone at the base of the toy.

Jan stood back in satisfaction of what he just put the troll through; she was sure to wake up to a surprise. But still, he wasn't done. Jan had one more degradation planned for his favorite troll. He plucked Zazi up and threw her over his shoulders. Hauling the limp woman through the camp, he brought her to the animal pens and found the pigsty. It wasn't always the sty, sometimes he threw her into the trash heaps or just out in the middle of a field somewhere, but today it would be the sty.

Having trouble getting her over the fence, he called out to some men nearby and after some quiet words and laughter, Jan and the man he recruited grabbed Zazi by her ankles and wrists. Swinging her back and forth several times, they tossed her over the fence into the mud of the sty where she rolled once, onto her side. The men left laughing while Zazi snored, soundly asleep and completely unaware of the debased treatment she received at the hands of her companions.