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You were unsure if you tripped on your own feet, if you were tripped by… someone else, or if your legs completely gave out on you. Instead of landing on the cold, hard ground, you found soft furs breaking your fall. Bittersweet bile burned the back of your throat. Your thoughts swam with all the possibilities of what could happen to you. W-Were you- Are you going t-to be- Is- Is this how you- You couldn’t bear to think about it. You didn’t want to. You won’t. Everything was itchy and ticklish; your body too sensitive and hyper focused on what could possibly happen next. Your lungs were constricted, unable to take in a simple breath. It was like you were drowning in your fear. If this beast doesn’t kill you first, your own body just might. Oh how you wished it to be so. 

Something grabbed your leg. The hold was firm, but not painful by any means. You shrilly screamed behind your gag, reflexively kicking and twisting and squirming away from whoever or whatever had a grasp on you. Your body was jerked, suddenly and roughly until your lower half was several feet off the ground and your upper torso was just barely draped onto the furs you were laying on.

“Now, now! None of that, sweetness! We won’t hurt ya, ‘s long as ya don’t give us a reason to..”

The chorus of chuckles and snickers around you chilled your blood. For a brief moment, you stopped fighting as your heart stuttered in your chest. Your legs were dropped to the ground with a dull THUD, and you could hear movement around you. Terror froze you in place. Thin but sharp fingers curled under the cloth blinding your vision, causing you to cringe as you felt oddly textured skin brush against your own. The blindfold was tugged down slowly. Painfully so. You didn’t want to see what was waiting for you. You didn’t want these beasts to be able to look you in the eyes as they broke you. But you didn’t get a say anymore. You don’t get to choose what happens to you, and you don’t get to do anything without your master- m-masters permission…

The sudden shift from light to dark stung your eyes. Tears pricked your eyes as they readjusted to the dim torchlight illuminating the tent you were thrown into. The dread that had seized your heart grew two fold as your eyes flicked in between the figures towering over you. One, two, three- F-Four?! And they all share similar faces and armour?! Your eyes surely must be playing tricks on you! I-It’s the light! Or your weary mind! O-Or maybe- Maybe it’s-

“Look at ‘em eyes! So shiny and bright…” A calloused thumb grazes over the underside of your eye. It was a shockingly tender gesture, one that sent a chill down your spine and hardened the pit growing in your stomach. You couldn’t stop yourself from shying away from the touch. A hand firmly cups your cheek so you are unable to turn away. Even when you try to avert your gaze or even close your eyes, sharp claws dig into your scalp in a silent warning for you to keep looking your new master in his eyes. 

Hazel irises fleck with gold, split nearly in half by cat-like pupils blown wide with intense interest glare down at you with an uncanny hunger. It was revolting being so close to one of these creatures. The distance between its face and your own was closed, noses nearly bumping with one another as it breathed deeply. 

“Hnnn- Yesss…. You were a wonderful choice, weren’t you, sweetness?” It purred. Hot, soured breath washed over you, turning your stomach and bringing tears to your already watering eyes. You- You shouldn’t- You can’t just lay here and do nothing! Can you? Your body was completely unresponsive to any of your wishes. Scream, fight, kick, squirm, resist-! Something, anything…! But you don’t do any of that. You are completely still. Compliant. Terrified of what will become of you in the coming moments. 

The hand cupping your cheek travels southward, down the curve of your jawline until it settles around your throat. The grasp was loose, but the promise of violence was but a twitch of a finger away. The uruks with similar faces began to crowd around you, invading your personal space as they coo over your terrified facial expressions. 

More hands reached out to caress you; your face, jawline, shoulders, and collarbone as they admired your fragile body and soft skin. You really couldn’t see a difference between the four of them… Their faces, their eyes, noses, mouths, everything was so similar… Tears fell freely from your eyes as a sob was muffled behind your gag. As your emotions began to run wild, the four uruks began to grow more and more excited. Soft caresses turned into firm, then rough grabs. Nails raked your skin hard enough to draw blood. Tongues licked stripes up reddening lines were blood pearled on your soft flesh. The further you drowned in your hysterics, the closer you drew to your worst nightmare until-

“Can’t stand teasin’ anymore, Cap’n! Can’t we have some proper fun with our little Tark?!” Blood pounded in your ears as your heart leapt into your throat. Your eyes wildly darted in between the darkening expressions hovering over you, your vision swimming behind tears that wouldn’t stop streaming down your face. The uruk who’s hand remained around your throat grinned viciously, fingers digging into your tender skin as your windpipe was nearly crushed under the sudden strain put around it. 

“Untie ‘em, lads!”

The three other lookalikes barked and shouted their glee as they all went for your bindings. One tugged your gag down, nicking your cheek with his sharp claws. You were lifted by your neck until you were straddling what must be the real captain of the group of four’s lap. While you gasped and wheezed for air, the other two managed to remove the ropes binding your sore wrists together. Your hands flew out to the hand choking you, latching onto the uruk’s wrist as you struggled to not black out. When you start to struggle involuntarily, legs kicking and arms flailing, your neck is mercifully released. Before you could regain your breath, the captain forcibly claimed your mouth with his own. 

There was too much tongue and teeth and saliva, and nowhere near enough air in your lungs. His thick and slimy tongue is nearly shoved down your throat as he drags you across his lap with one of his bony hands. The other went to cradle the back of your head, so that you are unable to escape the assault taking place inside of your mouth. Something hard was already pressing into the underside of your thigh, becoming more and more pronounced as he rolled your hips into his own. Different hands roamed your body, grabbing and pinching and stroking here, there, and everywhere. A mouth latched onto one of your ears, another onto your neck, and the last had settled on shoving three of your fingers into his mouth as he licked and sucked away at them and the palm of your hand. 

Claustrophobic panic swept over you. You can’t do this. You can’t deal with this…! You can’t! You can’t! Can’t, can’t, can’t, CAN’T CAN’T CAN’T-!!! The sloppy ‘kiss’- if you could even call it that- was broken, and you are able to take a much needed breath of air that your lungs desperately screamed for. You yelp in surprise as you are shoved backwards without warning, landing back onto the soft furs once more. You- You need to do… something! Trying to sit up, you’re immediately shoved onto your back, now with the captain pinning you to the ground. Hands on either side of your head, you are caged with no hope of escape. 

“No need to play hard to get, lovely. You ain’t goin’ nowhere…”  There was a sharpness to the way his words were softly spoken that killed any fight that was still brewing inside of you. It wasn’t a threat. It wasn’t even a command. It was a stated fact. A chill wracked your small frame as his eyes darted over your features, from your eyes, down to your lips, to the bruise rising on your throat, and the scratches his subordinates left all over your collarbone and shoulders. The captain all but salivated as his gaze drifted even lower and lower still, until the tension in the air finally snapped in two. 

“T-That’s it…! I can’t wait any longer…!” Your eyes widened in shock.

“W-Wai-”

A scream rose from the pit of your stomach as your clothing was all but torn from your body. Everything was happening too fast! You’re b-bleeding and you can feel the soft furs on your skin and-! You sob and writhe as your trousers are thrown to the side carelessly, along with your now ruined shirt. A fistful of your hair was grabbed, yanking your head to the side as yet another needy and oppressive mouth collided with your own. While you are distracted keeping your lips pressed into a long, thin line to prevent another vulgar tongue from entering your mouth, you are distracted long enough that your legs are pried apart and thrown over a pair of broad shoulders. An undignified squeal allows that tongue to enter your mouth, just as another licks a stripe up the length of your sex. Both of your wrists are grabbed, with one being forced to clutch what was undoubtedly his unclothed member, and your other being licked and sucked on once more.

What you were feeling was both overwhelming and revolting. The captain nestled in between your legs sloppily pleased you with broad strokes of his tongue while he clumsily mouthed and sucked on your oversensitive bits. Your hand that was forced to stroke a seemingly ever growing cock was now coated in thick and sticky precum. The uruk kissing you hadn’t let up in the slightest, even if you had gone mostly lax and unresponsive to his continuing advances. You other hand was wrapped around another uruk member, stroking, at first, slowly and fully, then rapidly picking up pace to match the ferocity and lust of his brothers. 

Every few seconds, your knees threatened to snap shut, though with little success with your thighs being held apart by a strong grip. A mortifying heat snaked its way through your body, wrapping itself around your core tightly. A wanton moan bubbled up from the back of your throat, which was greedily swallowed by the uruk shoving his tongue down your throat, a groan of his own reverberating inside of your skull. You don’t want to acknowledge the wet warmth deep inside of you that was growing more and more unbearable with each passing moment. You don’t want to acknowledge the noises that you were making, both from your own mouth and in between your legs. You don’t want to acknowledge that you have started to reciprocate the advances being forced onto you- That you have started to kiss back, that your wrists moved on their own, that you are now arching your back and bucking your hips into the welcoming mouth below you…

You screwed your eyes shut as the coil in your gut tightened tremendously. With every little movement of the captain’s tongue, you drew closer and closer to a precipice that you were unsure that you could return from. None of the uruks slowed, rather, they seemed to become even more aggressive with your body. Your wrists and jaw burned and ached from strain, and your legs trembled and jerked uncontrollably as you were push further and further along, until-

“HMMPH…?!” 

   All the heat that was building up inside of you crashed over you at once. A pleasant buzz reached from the tips of your toes, all the way to the top of your head, clouding your mind and numbing the fear you were experiencing mere moments ago. The captain crawled in between your legs, licking and nipping at your exposed skin along the way until you could feel his arousal pressing into your own. All the while, his brothers continued using your hands, and the uruk kissing you broke away briefly, though not before he pressed the head of his weeping member to kiss your swollen lips. 

“Nngh, that’s it… such a good lil’ Tark, ain’tcha? We’ll break ya in real good, don’t you worry…”

You part your lips and swallow the strong musk with a wrinkled nose. It tasted as bad as it smelled, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought it would be. Disgusting, but still palatable. More sweat than anything objectively foul. You clumsily lick and suck, your jaw strained from being open for as long as it has been, but you try to comply, regardless. Your entire body jumps as you feel a slick head press against your entrance. Fear tinged with excited arousal swept down your spine, causing your toes to curl and your fingers to twitch around the cocks they were wrapped around. It won’t fit… That’s all you could think as natural lubricant was smeared all around. It won’t fit, and you’ll tear and bleed and die… You’re going to die…! YOU’RE GOING TO-

Your cry of shocked pain quickly turns into a wet choke as a cock is forced down your throat further. Something burns and aches unbearably both near your entrance and deep inside your core. Tears blind you as you struggle to breathe in between the uneven thrusts in your mouth. Hot breath tickles your neck as the captain groans deeply. Sudden relief floods throughout you as he slowly pulls out, then twists into agony as he fills you once more. Though he didn’t immediately ravage your insides, some small part of you realized that, if you didn’t die tonight, it was untelling just how long they’d keep you alive. Days? Weeks? Months? …Years…? You didn’t know what they paid for you, but you didn’t really want to think about it. You couldn’t think of much of anything with how your entire body was being abused at the moment. The cock in your mouth was swiftly removed, only to be replaced with another, similar, yet different, somehow. Another scream was silenced by a sharp thrust as the captain latched onto your throat with razor sharp teeth; not enough pressure to rip out your jugular, but more than enough to break skin and surely leave yet another bruise on your already darkening neck. 

Something was bumping and moving all the way to your stomach with each thrust of the captain’s hips. Underneath the pain, the heat returned with a vengeance, twisting and throbbing in time with the cock stretching your insides and the cock pounding into your mouth and the cocks sliding in between your loose fists. You- You don’t feel good. You don’t. You- How could you feel good?! It hurts…! Yet you still find yourself writhing and rolling your hips in time with your captain’s thrusts. You couldn’t keep up with the boys, anymore, but they didn’t seem to mind. Your compliance was noted, and thoroughly praised with coos of how good you were for them, how good your mouth felt, how tight your insides were, how soft your hands were. You moaned unabashedly around the cock in your mouth, lazily licking and sucking as you were twitching and fondling the cocks in your hand and squeezing the one hitting that spot inside of you over and over and over and over again…! 

  Between the way you suddenly tightened around his cock, and the feral snarl in your ear, you’re unsure if you came first, or if your master did. Regardless, you saw stars and went ridgid, barely feeling how something even deeper inside of you was scraped and nudged painfully hard, or how your neck was nearly broken in between the master’s iron strong jaws. You don’t have the chance to bask in your afterglow for long; as soon as the master was satisfied, he pulled away, only to be replaced by another different, yet similar, cock. And so was how you spent the entire night and the better part of the next day, pleasing your new masters in whatever way they saw fit. Turning you this way and that, putting two, even three cock inside of you at once at times. You were left, heaving and trembling and utterly ruined beneath them. Laying snuggly in between the lot of them, you couldn’t think of much of anything. You were alive, but you didn’t know if that meant anything, anymore. You would be killed at a simple whim, or abused, or… whatever else they would want to do to you. 

They said if you’re good, then they’ll be good to you, too. You don’t actually believe it, but you must pretend that it’s true. You have to. If they said it, then it must be true, right? Just be a good little Tark, and everything will be okay. It’ll be okay. Everything will be okay… It will be okay. The masters’ said so.