Giorgii Williams

Erlhantos

The First Book of

The Times and Life of
Torak-Zoza

Chapter Five
Revenge of the Master

His brothers had told him they would bring all the stuff from their hideout and put it in the big storage barn behind the store. There they would remove everything out of the furniture, then have the younger ones go through it, while the older ones would move and arrange the merchandise for sale in the store front. This way by the time he was ready to send more stuff, their cave would be empty and he would have plenty of space to store his loot.

Antos had studied the map of the freeholds the night before, so far he had hit three of the five settlements all located in the southern part of the Freeholds. In that area the only two left were the western and eastern villages. He decided to change his tactics and picked a settlement in the north west part of the land, close enough to the Duchy of Cognac. Not only would he be able to sell slaves there but also buy some of their famous firewater or Cognac as it was called.

A golden eagle soared out of the forrest north of Freedom heading in a north westerly direction.

An interesting thing about the freeholds is that none of their settlements had names like in the other places. They were just marked on the map as village, hamlet, settlement. The only two that had names were The Stronghold and Lightshine. He wondered what that one was, since he did not pick up any information on it from any of the priests or Arch-priest he had mind probed.

By noon, a lone black wolf was making his way towards the next villlage. It took three days to reach its destination, late at night when the village lamps were already out for a few hours at least. He rested, tomorrow started the observation and then depopulation.

This village did not look like the previous ones. First he noticed the lack of fields or farms, next the village seemed a lot bigger, but there were only thirty residence type buildings. Instead of merchant buildings like in the other places, here they had large buildings built towards the west side of the palisade. When the families headed to the temple he noticed they had more kids then in the other villages. Another strange thing was that the families either had all boys or all girls. I also seemed there were children of the same age in a family and they did not look like twins.

Weird thought the boy. He certainly would need to investigate this place a lot more than he did the other ones. The service was the usual boring incantations and sing song moans in answer. What was different was that the men and boys were on one side of the temple, while the women and girls were on the other side. Also the children were older boys ranging from 10 to almost 17, while girls went from 9 to 15 or so. While they were all bent over moaning, the eye candy was spectacular, all those gorgeous fuckable boy butts and girls weren't bad either.

Antos spent three days investigating the place. It turned out to be a manufacturing village for furniture, cloth, linen, silverware and all other household necessities. Which meant the village a little south east of here marked with the same color dot on the map, must be the manufacturing place for military stuff.

The boys worked naked in their different factories, so were the men. None of them had the restrains boys had in the farming villages. Most of them remained soft during the long work day, because the bread they received in the morning contained the sexual depressant. In the evening they got bread with the stimulant. All boys in a family slept naked in one room on mats spread next to each other and sex play was mandatory, so there was a lot of moaning, grunting, breeding, sucking between the boys. One other thing was all breads had an extra ingredient, it was a mild mind numbing drug, that helped to make the person more easily controlled.

The girls slept three to a room on separate beds, they had the standard night gowns of the Holylighters, also here they had depressant in their bread rather then stimulant like in the farming communities.

The half elven boy decided not to touch this place for now. He would take care of most of the farming communities, then the military production one, finish off the farming ones and then take this one. He wanted to share both the manufacturing communities with his brothers, with so many fuckable boys and girls it would be downright mean of him not to share such bounty.

Hidden in a mountain cave north west of the village he studied the map. So all the places marked with a brown dot are farming villages, the two marked with blue dots are manufacture, the capital was marked red, now what where Lightshine, marked yellow and that little dot with no designation not far from stronghold marked with a tiny green dot.

The day after Antos left Freedom, Mr. Big busted in the barn, just as the boys were getting up, clutching his side screaming.

"Feed me your shitty Orc cum you bastards."

Egrim and Salim took charge and after outright threats of exposure for putting a slave in charge of freemen and then forcing said freemen to be brutally raped by said slave, they suggest that maybe the village might enjoy watching Mr. Big beg his slaves to feed and breed him. Papa had no choice but to submit to his three Ebon sons for their sexual pleasure before he was allowed to get his much needed Orc seed from the four slaves.

The naked black boys helped the man, who was in agonizing pain, to lay across a bale of hay. 11-year-old Salim got behind the big man and lined up his thick boy cock with the virgin hole. He waited until 13-year-old Egrim was in front of the man and had the head of his long Ebon cock in papa's mouth. Without warning Salim rammed his cock in papa's hole, pushing it all the way in, Egrim shoved his Ebon meat all the way forward into papa's reluctant mouth.

Mr. Big's eyes watered from the pain of brutal penetration plus withdrawal pains for lack of Orc seed. No matter how many times he got bred, it hurted like hell every time he got brutally penetrated. He hated the Orcs, the Slant-eye doctor for making him a permanent virgin, but most of all he hated that damned Antos. He knew it was his idea to humiliate him even more by forcing him to let Esmira's boys breed and feed him. He would figure a way of this situation, then the fuckers would pay with their butts and backs.

His screams of pain were muffled by the ever present Ebon cock being shoved with no mercy down his throat. Salim's cock might be short, but the thickness of it was surprising on such a small boy, and having it pounding his virgin hole with no mercy, just fast and furious shoves, being pulled all the way out then rammed with all the force the little naked boy could muster, was making his pain even more excruciating then it was.

Lucky the boys being so excited at finally being able to pay back their step-father for his brutal assaults on them did not last long. It was less than ten minutes before Salim hollered "I'm cuuuming, papa, gonna fill ya with my seed," and proceeded to unload all his pent up hatred for the man in his orgasm. Egrim was pushed over the edge by his brothers scream with a growl unloaded his cum down papa's unwilling throat.

As soon as Egrim and Salim removed their spent boy cocks out of papa, they were replaced by the 11 and 10-year-old Orc boys Gar and Gerk, who did not even wait for the hole to close up before shoving their Orc cocks as deep as they would go inside their master's man hole and mouth. Mr. Big's scream at Gar's violent penetration was muffled by Gerk's cock being stuffed unceremoniously down his throat.

The two youngest Orc slaves did not bother with making this a pleasant experience for their cruel master. In fact, they seemed to rejoice at the man wincing and trashing in pain all over the bale. Gar pulled his cock all the way out, then pounded it back in full force all the way in until his sparse cock hairs were scratching the man's ample muscled butt cheeks. Gerk held the man by his hair and pounded his mouth by pulling almost all the way out until just the tip of his orcish head was between the man's lips, before slamming it back in till he felt the man's thick lips at the base of his Orc boy cock. They pounded him with no mercy for what seemed like days to the abused man, but in reality it was only a little bit over 15 minutes, before both boys with growl and howls unloaded their life giving Orc seed into the man.

The two Orc teens had decided on bringing the man to an orgasm, by doing a prolonged penetration, to give him the most pain and pleasure at the same time, to make him suffer the humiliation while enjoying the sensations of a nice long rape. 13-year-old Krull went behind his master and 15-year-old Grog moved to the front. They waited for master's hole to close and be virgin again, Krull slowly inserted his bulbous head past the pucker, while Grog slid his in the waiting mouth. With a measured cadence to bring the most pleasure, the naked green teens worked their master's mouth and hole. Krull used what he learned from Grog on how to maximize pleasure by rubbing the bumpy ridged Orc cock head over a human prostrate glan.

Mr. Big was moaning into the long thick green cock sensually sliding in and out of his willing mouth. He hated both of them, because he knew what they were doing, he had done the same thing to them countless times to break their resistance and to addict them to his snake. Involuntarily his snake was rock hard, he knew that before they would give him the antidote for his malady, they would make him have at least one orgasm if not more. His hatred of the boys, the Orc clan, the Slant-eye doctor, knew no limits. He was the master, he was the one that should be making them beg for his Ebon snake, and here he was, reduced to begging his slaves to fill him with their devil seed, and now he was also forced to let those snotty Ebon fuck toys to fill him with their worthless seed. He had to find a way out of this hell, and then all of them, but most of all that damned bastard half Elf, would pay for his humiliation.

Grog rotated his hips making his cock slide around and twirl in his master's mouth and throat as it sensually penetrated the depths of the man's throat, scratching the inside of it with it's ridges and bumps. Krull worked his teen Orc cock the same way moving it around inside the stretched hole, slowing down when the head was over the prostrate, rubbing it, scratching it, making the man push backwards onto his slab of green granite. He ran his hands over the hairy muscular back, nibbling on the back of the neck, the ear lobes, doing everything possible to maximize his master's enjoyment at having his teen Orc cock in his fuck hole. He loved the feeling of the ever virgin hole, so tight, so inviting, so stimulating on his young teen cock. He wanted to prolong his pleasure of the sensual penetration of his master, sliding his cock to the hilt then pulling it out. but only up to his cock head, rubbing and stimulating the man's prostrate.

Pain was temporarily forgotten by Mr. Big when his body responded to the sensual waltz being performed on him by his two older slave boys. For an insane instant he wished he was the slave and all the boys his sex masters. But that was quickly replaced by his need to receive their Orc seed before he had an orgasm himself. He started to truly suck on the cock in his mouth, used his love tunnel muscles in the hope of bringing both boys to a quick orgasm, before total humiliation of cumming first.

The naked green Orc boys continued their sensual cadence of sliding their cocks in and out of their master's holes. Krull reached under the man and started working on his nipples, pinching, pulling, rubbing them while methodically fucking the man's hole with measured strokes. To his dismay Mr. Big blowed his load all over the floor and side of the bale. Both boys kept up their sensual waltz of penetration over their master's body for another twenty minutes when all three of them had their orgasm, the second one for their master.

"You bastards, just wait till tonight when I rip your pussys in half and make you beg for mercy," he growed at them, as he dressed and on shaky legs went back to his store.

The boys knew that at least two if not three of them were going to get brutally fucked by their master tonight. They were used to it, it hurted like hell when he raped them, specially since they were now always virgin. But they did have the satisfaction of knowing that in three days he would be crawling to them begging them to fill him with their cum. The best part was they did not need his snake or his cum, but he did need theirs if he wanted to avoid the horrible pains he would get without their supply of seed.

They hitched the horses to their two wagons and headed out to their cave, to load the loot and transfer it to the storage barn. It took them the whole day and there was still some furniture left at the cave. After supper their father told his wife that he would stay with the boys tonight, he needed to talk to them about the store they got and also some father-and-son talks.

Once in their barn, he said:

"Well, you little bastards it's time to pay for your insolence. Krull, close the barn doors and bolt them, also close all the side doors. I have tried to be nice to you lil fucks, not anymore, time you learn what insubordination to your papa or master means." He laughed. "Egrim, lower the hook. Grog, get your sorry slave ass over here and get your arms in front of you."

The boys obeyed, every one of them was terrified of what would happen. Mr. Big tied the hands of his oldest naked green slave boy together at the wrists, making sure they were tight and secure. He then hooked the boy's tied hands and ordered Egrim to raise the pulley until Grog was standing on his tip toes.

"Now you worthless coniving slave, it's been a long time since you begged or hollered. Tonight we are going to change that, you will know what you are and what your purpose in life is. And that is to obey and serve your master, to grovel at his feet, to do anything and everything just to please him." He lashed with his three pronged whip across the boys back.

Grog hollered in pain. He remembered that whip, it was the same one he used when he killed the previous owner of the store he now owned. The whip had three braided leather strips leaving the handle, a little way out, the braid was stopped and three separate leather strips with small metal balls attached at intervals constituted the part that hits and lands on the victim.

Mr. Big whipped his slave from his shoulders down to his ankles not missing a single spot. Grog was screaming, hollering, wailing but he refused to beg for mercy. If both Salim and Antos could endure master's tortures and not beg for mercy, neither will he. He would die before he begs for mercy. The sadistic man whipped his 15-year-old Orc slave, until his back was a bloody mess of cuts, rips and torn skin. He was sexually aroused by the sight of his naked slave hanging there a bloody pulp crying and screaming. He lashed one more time at the boy, hitting him between the legs from behind. Grog's scream was blood curling as the whip hit the back of his balls and part of his cock. Before the echo of that scream died, Mr. Big shoved his Ebon snake up his slave's virgin butt hole.

All the other boys prayed that they would not be the one to be punished next. Grog had not felt pain like that in his hole since that first time he was raped by his new master after his whore mother sold him to Mr. Big. He was determined not to give the man the satisfaction of begging. He hated his mother, his master with a passion, and vowed to get his revenge one of these days.

Master was really getting off on the screams and wails of his slave. It has been a long time since Grog hollered when he fucked him, it spurred him to pull his snake out of the butt, so the head was past the spread cheeks then to ram it with vengeance back in, hearing and feeling his balls smack the slaves green butt. He was not sure how long he kept pounding violently and brutally raping his slave, the screams and wails were music to his ears, it was the sweetest symphony ever written and he was the one writing it.

Just before Grog was about to pass out from pain, Mr. Big with a scream of his own pulled his engorged cock out of the boy's ravaged ass and erupted in a huge load of cum all over the slave's bloody back.

"You did not deserve the honor to have your kind and generous master fill you with his seed," he told the bloody and ravaged Orc boy. "Egrim, lower the damn thing and remove the piece of trash from it. The rest of you move the carcass out of the way, we still have time to teach at least a few more of you your lesson." He laughed when he saw the look of terror on the rest of the naked slave boy's faces.

He thought if Esmira would die he could get his friend in Spectrum to get him ownership papers on all three of her boys and even the two girls. Then all of them would be at his mercy, because slaves had no rights and he could do whatever he wanted with them. No, he still would not have control over the hated half elven demon and he wanted to have full control of that one the most. He had to find a better solution for his problem.

The boys removed the bloody mess that is their older brother, and dragged him to a pile of straw, laying him face down on it. Once done they all formed a line in front of their torturer, for that is what he is to all of them.

Mr. Big looked at the remaining six victims, now who would he enjoy whipping and raping. Deciding on doing at least two more Orcs tonight and then the rest tomorrow night. He grabbed 11-year-old Gar, the one he never got a chance to properly fuck the first time, because that asshole Antos must have done something. He was sure of it, but had no proof, because he did try and breed his wife and it only lasted four strokes before erupting.

He had Egrim hang Gar on the hook, but moved the naked boy so he was facing him, rather than showing his back.

'Ironic,' he thought, 'Grog has his back ripped, his lil brother will have his front just as ripped, besides it will be quite a few days before Gar will be able to use his Orc cock. I intend to whip it without mercy also.'

"Now my pretty little fuck toy slave, last time you had that damned half Elf protect you from getting your slave boy pussy properly introduced to it's master's snake. He's not here now to help you, so you are mine, all mine. All of you are and by the time the lil bastard returns he'll be mine also," the master laughed.

With all his might he struck the naked 11-year-old boy with the whip. The first strip hit him right on his stretched hairless pits, the second landed a little bit lower, the last leather strip with the small metal balls landed right over the puffy nipples, smacking them hard. Leaving a bloody trail on the boy. Gar screamed and howled at the top of his lungs, his upper chest and nips felt like they have been trampled by an elephant.

Mr. Big aimed his whip at the boys extended feet since he was standing on tip toes, he nailed feet, ankles and lower calf. Gar was crying, screaming, he had never been in this much pain before in his whole young life. The boy's screams were a delight to his cruel master, he rejoiced at their sound, they only propelled him to whip the boy harder and faster, not letting the last wail end before the next one begins. Mr. Big had avoided the boy's groin area. He left that for a magnificent finale, a prelude to his brutal rape of the boy's virgin pussy. Gar cried, screamed, begged in between wails and scream.

"P...ple.. please, pleease, mas...master, I'll i'll be go goo..od, do any any thing thing you you wan, ple plea ease no no more."

With a horrible scream of absolute pain, when his master finally landed all three strips on his soft boy cock, the boy passed out.

"Amir, you worthless fuck, get a bucket of water from the well and pour it on this weakling," he ordered as he finished bloodying every inch of the boys front, from his pits to his toes. He has the Ebon boy doused the passed out Orc slave, who woke up from the cold water, to unbearable pain. He started to cry, beg, plead, promise the man anything, just show him some mercy please.

Mr. Big lifted the naked boy's legs to his massive shoulders, spreading them apart, lined his snake with the virgin rose bud, grabbed Gar by the waist and pulled him down all the way till the small balls were squished against the man's massive bush of kinky coarse hairs. He relished the power of ripping the boy completely of his huge snake just to brutally impale him back on it to the hilt, battering his little balls in the process. Gar was crying, wailing, begging non stop, the poor boy didnot realize his cries, pleas were falling on deaf ears. His master was in his own world of sadistic powerful conquest, the more the victim screamed the more it encouraged him to be even more brutal, more violent, more sadistic. Tearing the boy's insides, ripping everything apart, then forcefully stuffing it all back in. When the boy fainted again he slapped him hard on the face, until the boy moved and continued his symphony of delicious screams, wails and pleas. Two more times he had to slap the boy before he could continue his conquest of the slave.

With a roar like a wild stampeding elephant he rammed all there is till the boy was part of his body, an extension of his groin area, and erupted in a beautiful orgasm of magnificent proportions. He pulled his softening snake out of the limp, bloody and wasted body. He was satisfied, two of his slaves know the reward they get for being insolent to their master and the other fuck toys knew they would be getting the same treatment very soon.

"Take him off the hook, tend to his minor wounds, since this is not even a tenth of the damage this whip can do. All of you will feel its wonderfull sting all over your worthless naked bodies. Remember slaves or sons, your duty is to obey your master or papa without question or delay."

He stormed out of the barn, very satisfied with himself, he had come up with an idea that would stop those Ebon fuck toys from forcing their puny cocks in him.

Antos decided to check Lightshine, then the little green dot to find out what they are, then return home and plan his attack strategy. His first stop would be Lightshine. A black wolf ran in the forrest along the road to his destination. He saw the high palisade. There was a wagon approaching it. A priest rode his horse in front of the wagon. The wolf became a sparrow, who turned into a fly to join the throng of them in and around the wagon. A man and a portly woman sat at the front of the wagon, with the man holding the reins to the horses. Two girls around 13 and 9 were in the back, the oldest one reading to the youngest. The wagon passed through the well guarded gate, followed the priest in the lead to a large building to the left of the gate. The priest dismounted and told the occupants of the wagon to wait until another priest comes to take them to meet the Arch-priest. They didnot have to wait long until they were ushered into a richly furnished and decorated area, to await the summons of his most Holy Arch-priest Baltazar. First summoned was the man, a guard opens the door and escorts him to the room.

"Welcome, Welcome to Lightshine and to the Holylight Salvation faith. We do hope you will enjoy your stay with us while you get acquainted with our most Holy and the only true faith in Tarkonia," he Arch-priest said with a broad welcoming smile.

"Please sit down, where are my manners, would you like something to drink?" he asked, motions for a guard to bring refreshments to the man.

"Thank you so much Most Holy Arch-priest Baltazar. My family is indeed interested in learning more about your faith and would welcome the opportunity to study it closely," replied the man sitting on a chair offered him by a guard and taking a sip from the glass of what appears to be strong tea.

A fly landed on the edge of the glass after the man put it down. It couldn't be, how would they know, only the most cruel and vicious tribes of the Northern steppes of the Khanate know of this plant and its use as truth serum. Now he understood why the Holylighters declared war on the Elves, those plants grew wild in great quantity in Everwoods. Some renegade Elves harvested them and sold them to the Khanate tribes. This interview should be interesting, the poor man was going to tell the truth against his will. The Arch-priest passed the time in small talk, while watching the man quench his thirst.

"Now Mr. Nobin, you and your wife have two lovely daughters but no sons, have you never wanted a son to carry your proud family name?" he asked.

"Oh most holy Arch-priest, I did and do, but after the birth of our second daughter my wife kicked me out of our room saying she was not going to go through another hell of a birth. I do so wish we had sons instead of daughters, boys could continue the family trade, carry our proud name, also it would not matter if my wife refused to perform her wifely duties with her husband in bed. With sons I could breed them, this way there is no outlet for my seed." The said man sadly.

"Your trade is what Mr. Nobin.? and if you had a bunch of sons would you enjoy breeding them every night?" asked the priest with a smile.

"I'm an armorer by trade and a damn good one at that. Oh yes, you Most Hollyness, I would breed my boys every night, teach them to love and respect their papa's life giving seed and meat," replied the man happily.

"An armorer, now that is very good, we can use people of your trade and skill. Would you please remove your clothes we need to inspect you for illnesses, deformities and such, besides you'll be given Holylight clothes."

The man stripped without any protest and stood naked in front of the priest and guards. The Arch-priest inspected the man, nice sized cock, good sized balls with lots of seed to be spilled in honor of their almighty God. Well muscled body from working at the forge and with metal.

'Yes, this one will do quite well,' he thought, 'we do have a few boys waiting to apprentice in metal work.'

"Guard would you please escort Mr. Nobin to our assigned area, get him some clothes, feed him and let him rest from his long journey." he ordered.

Guard and man left by a side door. He tells the other guard to get a colleage and then to bring the prudish wife in. When the portly woman came in, and the two guards vanished behind a rich tapestry that went from the ceiling to the floor, the man addressed the woman.

"Mrs. Nobin may I ask you why you and your husband only have two children, you do seem like a healthy woman who could produce more then just two, and he does look like a man who could also sire more then just the two?" the priest asked.

"You men, are all alike, you have no idea what a pain it is to carry them for nine months, the pain I have to go through to give birth to each one, the sleepless nights feeding, washing, cleaning after they soil themselves and the bed. You men want children, fine you carry them, you breast feed them, wash them, clean up their messes," she replied with an air of superiority.

"My dear lady, would you rather then go out and earn a living to support your family by pounding metal in a hot forge all day long?"

"Why should I be the one to work? That is a man's place, I have enough work around the house that keeps me busy longer hours then his forge does," was her haughty reply.

"I see you expect your husband to do his manly duties for you and your daughters, yet you do not feel it necessary to perform your wifely duties in bed, only those you consider to your liking," answered the man icely.

"How dare you tell me what I am supposed to do with my family and my life. Where is that shit of my husband, I'm taking my family out of this place for good," she hollered.

She did not notice the two guards approaching her from behind until they firmly grabbed her by the hands and hold her immobile.

She opened her mouth to scream only to have a cock head gag stuffed in her mouth by the Arch-priest, he fastened it behind her head.

"Now Mrs. Nobin, your husband has been accepted as a member of the Holylight faith, you on the other hand I'm afraid are a discard a useless piece of trash," he said as he reached for a knife in his vestment pocket, and proceeded to shred the woman's clothes to shreds until she stood there stark naked between the two burly guards. The woman had ample bosoms with big juicy nipples, her pussy was hairy and large, just right for dropping babies.

"Oh yes Mrs. Nobin, you would have done quite well with us and provided us with plenty of children to carry the holy word of our lord, but with your attitude I'm afraid we'll have to remove you, since you do know where this place is, we cannot allow you to leave here," he smiled.

Turning to the guards he ordered.

"Take this lump of trash to the refuse area, make sure she is well secured, then all the guards and priests can have their way with her, once they are finished let the male refuse use her to their hearts content, then dispose of her the usual way. When you return bring both girls to me."

Antos knew he needed to investigate how the Holylighters dispose of what they call refuse. So anybody stupid enough to fall for the lies of the missionary priests and came to Lightshine, if they were accepted they were transferred to different villages depending on their knowledge, the ones not accepted were never allowed to leave. He wondered if the families he saw in farming communities were real families or just put together by the priest. They sure did not act like real families, there was no hugging of children, no gentle touches, no praise. Just duty and church, washing or tying them up to their beds. This sure was a very strange group of people. A bit later the guards brought both girls, they were naked and looked scared.

"Don't be scared little ones, we need to check you, for signs of illnesses, diseases. Once you are cleared, we will provide you with new comfortable clothes," said the Arch-priest in a soothing fatherly voice. "Guard why don't you give the girls something to eat and drink, I'm sure they are hungry and thirsty."

The youngest perked up a bit at the mention of food and drink. The eldest was still standing eye downcast, one hand covering her small breasts, the other her pussy. He had the girls sit on the other side of his table, and let them eat and drink, most likely drugged drink and food. The older one had a nice set titties, with big brown nipples made for suckling, her pussy had some hairs around. The little one of course was still flat as a boy, with a tiny hairless pussy. Both girls had wavy brown hair, the baby had a small braided pony tail, while the other had it cascading down half way her slender back. The Arch-priest watched them as they partake of the bounty the guard brought. Once the girls were done eating, he came around to their side of the table and had the youngest one stand up.

"Little one what is your name, your nice parents forgot to mention," he asked as he patted her head.

"It's Rosie, Sir," she replied warming up to the man.

"That is such a pretty name just like you," he smiled at her. "Now Rosie, I have to inspect you, to make sure everything is alright, so I will have to touch you, to make sure nothing hurts alright."

"Alright," she replied shyly.

He did the normal, touching, feeling and prodding like a doctor would do, then he touched her small pussy, rubbed his finger gently up and down it and asked. "Rosie, has your papa or any boys or man touched or played with your pussy?"

"Oh no Sir, Mommy said never to let a boy or man put their thingie inside, because then I'll suffer real bad for a very, very long time," she replied seriously.

"That is good, Rosie, you're to young to let boys put their thingie inside you. Now how would you like to go play with some other little girls while I talk with your sister?"

"Can I?" she asked excited.

He motioned for the guard to take the little girl to some other area of detention.

"Now, what it your name? You're sure a pretty one," he said eyeing her up and down with desire.

"It's Daisy, Holy Father, and no boy has touched my pussy either," she replied anticipating his next question.

"Good for you, have you wanted for a boy to touch you there or to put his thingie inside?" he asked as he was conducting a normal physical.

She blushed. "You won't tell mama will you?"

"Of course not, what we talk about stays between the two of us."

"There was this boy whose daddy owned the tannery next to papa's shop, he was nice, I liked to watch him when he and other boys swam and played in creek, he had a nice cock and I always wondered what it would feel like to have him breed me like he did the smaller boys," she replied turning even redder, she was not sure why she said that to a complete stranger, it was her darkest secret.

"That is nothing to be ashamed of, Daisy, it is natural for girls to feel that way about boys and for boys to feel that way about girls," said the priest gently rubbing her virgin pussy. The girl slowly pushed her hips towards the finger, it felt so much better than when she did it herself.

"Guard, why don't you take Daisy to my chambers, make sure she is comfortable and give her some Holy Tea. I have some paper work to take care off, then I'll come to see that you are alright," he said to both the guard the girl.

Antos had a pretty good idea the Holy Tea would be laced with the powerful aphrodisiac, to get the girl wanting sex with any boy or man. The fly stayed in the office watching the priest finish the induction papers, the father's and the girl's paper went into one pile, while the ones for the wife were thrown into the fireplace. So, the rejects simply disappear from the face of the earth. He followed the priest to the chambers, and noticed that he did not use the main door like the guard had, but went around and entered the room through a hidden door behind another tapestry. Daisy was laying on the bed, her legs spread her fingers playing with her pussy, moaning lightly.

"What a beautiful sight you are," said Baltazar as he came up to the bed.

Daisy sat bolt upright, fear was registered on her pretty face and big brown eyes.

"Please Holy Father don't say anything to mama, or she'll kill me," she almost cried in fear.

He sat on the edge of the bed, gently ran his hand over her well shaped leg, working his way up to her pussy.

"Don't worry Daisy, your mother will not know anything, I have no intentions of telling her our secrets," he gave the girl a conspiratorial smile.

She relaxed and smiled. "Thank you Holy Father, your hand feels good."

He rubbed his finger over her girl pussy, slid it in, rubbed the clitoris. She was moaning, pushing herself into the finger. The Arch-priest slid another finger inside the moist virgin cavity, gently started to finger fuck the drugged girl. She fidgeted on the bed, raised her hips to get all of the Holy Father's fingers inside her. This felt so much better than when she did it herself.

"You like my fingers playing with your sweet pussy, Daisy?" he asked.

"Oh Yes, yes Holy Father, please don't stop, this is so much better then when I do it," she sighed.

"Would you like to feel even better my sweet child?"

"Yes, Holy Father, Please put your cock inside me, breed me like Raffie breeds the other boys," she begged.

That was all the man needed. He got off the bed and removed his extravagant robes. His manhood was rock hard and leaking precum. Antos noticed that for a grown man he sure did not have much, around 6" (15 cm) and about as thick as the half elven boy's cock.

Once naked, the Arch-priest got back in bed and on top of the moaning girl, he lined his purplish pinkish head with her pussy, slid it in past the hymen and took her virginity. The girl did a sharp intake of breath when her hymen breached. He slid it gently all the way in till their hairs intermingle. He started to slowly fuck her, picking up speed as lust took over. Daisy was moaning, pushing herself into the cock every time it tried to leave her dripping pussy, she had waited so long for this, she did not want it to end.

"Oh you sweet hot girl, you're going to be such a good breeding sow, dropping a lil piglet every ten months for the glory of our dear God," he said between moans as he continued to fuck her no longer virgin pussy with fast short strokes. Antos did not consider the man's full length penetrations to be long. Grog, Egrim, Mr. Big, Krull, Gar, now those are long strokes.

"Breed me, Holy Father, make me a sow for the glory of your God, do it faster, fill me with your Holy seed, I need it, breed me, fill me, give me your baby," she screamed while moaning and pushing herself, wanting the cock to never leave her tight willing pussy.

With wails of lust they both orgasmed for the glory of Balor. The Arch-priest rested still on top of the girl.

"Such a pretty thing like you will have such beautiful babies to spread the word of our Lord. You are going to be the most popular breeding sow, my sweet Daisy," he said. "You will stay with me until we're sure you are with child, then you'll be taken, to our mommies building where nice ladies will look after you, teach you all about our wonderful Lord and take good care of you, show you how to care for your child."

"Why can't I stay with you, Holy Father?" she asked.

"Well sweet Daisy, I do have other duties to perform, so I would not have the time to instruct you in our faith, plus the nice ladies will teach you all you will need to know about breast feeding your baby, how to take care of it, to make sure it grows pretty and strong. When you are ready for your next breeding either I or maybe Raffie, if we can get his family to join our glorious faith, will breed you. You'd like wouldn't you my sweetie?"

"Oh yes, very much, I want only you or Raffie to breed me, I know I'll have the prettiest babies if they come from your seeds," she said with a content look on her face.

"Rest my child, I have to go work, but tonight we'll breed again and again until we're certain you're with child."

He got up, dressed and went to his office leaving the girl on the bed, she already starting to doze off.

He called for brother Matt, the priest that brought her family here, when the man reported, he had him take a seat then asked.

"Did you attempt to make any contact with the family next door to the armorer, the tannery? and what were the results?"

"Yes, Holy Father I did, the man running it was not friendly at all, in fact threatened me with bodily harm if I ever showed my face in his shop again. He does have three delicious boys. They only wear long leather aprons, that cover the delights they might have up front, but their nice muscular butts are just begging to be bred. The sons appear to be around twelve, fourteen and sixteen. I did see the youngest one breeding some smaller boys at their swimming hole, he has a very nice package about six inches (15 cm) normal thickness, the two older ones (he sighs at the memory) were beautiful. I peeked on them while they were bathing, the middle one is to die or kill for, well muscled body, no hair whatsoever except a nice thick bush of light brown cock hairs and sporting a healthy seven and a half incher (18 cm). I saw it hard as the boys did masturbate each other. The eldest has some chest hairs and his pits are those of an adult with a full thick head of hairs. He has at least nine inches (22.5 cm) of hard thick meat, just begging to be sucked or to be stuffed in one of our breeding sows pussies."

"The family you brought with you is going to be fine, well the husband is going to fit in quite well in our foundry and will be able to take on quite a few apprentices. The smaller girl will do well in a farming community, after a few years of our treatment she'll forget everything her trashy mother has told her about boys. The mother is pure trash, in fact she's available to all priests, guards and then the refuse males, before they are disposed off. The eldest girl, Daisy, what a delight, so willing to breed and to give babies for the glory of our Lord. She is infatuated with the youngest boy of the tanner, he's called Raffie. Is there a way to get that boy here? She expressed the desire to be bred only by me and him." The Arch-priest with a smile remembered the girl sleeping in his bed.

"Holy Father, the man does not own the tannery he works for somebody else. There are a few ways to get just one or all three boys here. If only the youngest, stealing him while he's sneaking home at night from his fuck sessions with some needy boy would be the best and easiest. Stealing all three at various times would be harder and might raise suspicions of a plot. The best way to get all three of them here would be to dispose of their father, them being minors the owner of the shop could sell them into slavery. We could have an acolyte offer them an escape from slavery and willingly bring them here to be trained to serve our Lord in whatever capacity we choose."

"I'm sure you would require the use of the middle one as your cell mate until you find a more desirable boy pussy," the Arch-priest grinned.

"I would be honored to have him as my pupil and cell mate, Holy Father, but I leave the decision in your capable hands, who knows you might want him for yourself," the priest smiled.

"Don't worry brother Matt, I intend to keep Raffie with me, during the day he'll breed our sow's at night I'll breed him, so you can have the middle one for yourself at night. If he's a gorgeous as you say we might use him as a breeder also." Baltazar continued. "Set things up to have the father eliminated, place a trusted acolyte or novice to help rescue the boys from slavery, then meet them outside of town and bring them here," the Arch-priest ordered, licking his lips thinking about breeding all three youths before turning them over to various other placements.

'Interesting, very interesting,' thought a fly quietly sitting on Arch-priests head. 'So it seems the children at the farming communities are not supposed to breed, just sin, so the local clergy can have some fun, then they get shipped to Stronghold where acolytes, students and novices have their fun with them before they are sold into slavery. This place is for indoctrination, breeding and disposing of recruits that are deemed refuse. The families are not the original ones, the ones in the farming communities are given children. They are allowed to occasionally breed some children of their own, who most likely once they are a year old make it to this place where they are raised and their fate is decided. In the manufacturing places the men are not the fathers of the boys, they breed them, encourage the boys to breed among themselves. The women only look after the house for the males since they have their own bedrooms downstairs. In the house where there are girls, there were no fathers just mothers. The girls are on depressants, so they do not have any sexual feelings whatsoever, by the time they are grown up they probably have no interest in males. WOW what a controlled society, willing slaves trained to perform their duties without an original thought of their own, controlled completely by the clergy.'

He decided to go to the little green dot near the stronghold and see what that place is, then return home and plan his new attack strategy.

A wolf looked down into the small valley, there were fields and large houses made of glass and wood beams. The fields were being worked by naked little boys from around five to maybe eleven or twelve, supervised by teen boys from around 16 to 18 or so, the older boys walk around with short whips they use liberally on the small buttocks of the field workers.

A sparrow flew over the field and by the glass house. Inside there were more plants growing with the same setup as the outdoor fields as far as workers and supervisors.

The sparrow returned to the woods. Antos waited patiently until night time, then sneaked to check what the production of this place is. The fields surrounded a small community with a temple, one large building that seemed to be a communal kitchen dining room, since smells of food came from there. Two long buildings were the dormitories for the workers and one long building for the guards. There seemed to be more priests here than in the other villages.

After checking the outdoor fields and the indoor fields the half elven boy discovered that this is the place where the drugs used by the Holylight clergy to control their faithful slaves was grown. Sexual stimulants and depressants, mind control drugs, plants used to create the truth serum, and some others he has no idea what they are used for.

He retired to the tree, where he went to sleep. Next morning practically the same routine as in the other villages, bells tolled, lamps went on, boys took communal baths in large pools of warm hot water, each person washed himself. Bells tolled again, everybody filed into the church. Same mind numbing service, there were more priest walking and checking the kneeling children. Service over, boys went to the dining hall. Afterwards the naked younger ones followed their supervisor to their appointed areas of the fields and the work day began.

The living area for the boys was just a long wide thick straw matt that covered a third of the room, where they slept and most likely had sex with each other and the teens. Around the time the sun reached its zenith, the workers were allowed a small rest period to drink some water and eat a drugged bread. Back to work, close to sunset the bell tolled, boys filed to the temple, another boring service, that most likely helped to numb their brains and instill complete obedience. Dining hall, then to their respective dormitories, where the younger ones were lined up and the older ones picked the ones they want to sleep with that night. The sex play started as soon as the older ones had chosen their fuck toys for the night. Every boy was involved in some sort of sex game, either with the older boys or other boys their age. It was basically an orgy of boy flesh. Weird sect, the only place where it seems sex was forbidden was in the regular farming community. Antos wondered why it was like that. He spent another day studying this strange male town since he has not seen a single female there, not even in the kitchen.

He had spent two weeks investigating the three interesting communities. It took so long because he had to fly or run to them rather then just relocate. But now that he had some reference points, getting to them would be faster. Well, two weeks and no loot to show for it, that was alright. He was sure he got a lot more than his brothers expected from the three places he depopulated. He would return home, see what was happening there and then plan his next few moves.

Once the master of hell was gone the boys rushed to Grog and Gar, trying to see if there was anything they could do to help. In a shaky voice Grog instructed Krull on what salve to get and have somebody else put it on Gar first then on him. He also asked him to do the last batch of medicine for the Ebon boys, told him where the scroll and the herbs were. Then he passed out from the pain and exertion. The rest of the boys followed big brother's instructions.

Both Grog and Gar were literally coated with the healing salve. Once the mixture was ready, the three Ebon boys took their last dose of medication. They were no longer addicted to Orc seed, they just need to stay away from it for at least twelve hours and they were cured forever.

The next morning the wounds and cuts were healing without any infections, but Grog and Gar could not do much work, so they just drove the wagons to the cave. The other boys loaded the stuff and then unloaded it once they got to the barn they use for storage behind their shop.

Mr. Big had a busy morning also, he went and saw the mayor and freed all of his Orc slaves. For a bit extra he had the mayor backdate Grog's freedom to a day before his wedding to Esmira. On his way to the shop he smiled, he couldn't wait to see the surprise on the Ebon fucks when he showed them the papers making his slaves freemen. They would no longer be able to use that against him to force him to let them breed him. He knew he could not whip Esmira's boys as badly as he did Grog and Gar, but he could still whip them pretty badly. Now he had to figure out how to control that little shit of Antos and he wouldbe set, eight virgin fuck toys whose sole purpose in life was to please him sexually whenever he wanted. After supper he went to the barn with his fuck toys, there were more of them that needed to learn their lesson about obedience.

"Well so let's see who will be the lucky ones to learn their lesson in complete obedience to their master and papa tonight." He was delighted to see all seven naked boys cringe in fear, yes, cringe my little fuck toys.

"I think tonight we can start with you, my loud mouth Egrim, then maybe do either Krull or Amir."

He grinned as he saw the look of pure terror and fright on the faces of the named boys.

"Well Egrim, I think you deserve to have both your backside and front tanned by papa for being such an insolent fuck toy."

He tied the boy's wrists and then ordered Krull to hang him on the hook and to raise it until Egrim's toes are barely touching the ground.

"It's a shame I can't use this nice whip on you, like I can on the slaves but I can surely give you a taste of it. Where would you like me to give you a taste of it front or back?" he asked the terrified naked black 13-year-old with a smile on his cruel face.

"Back, papa Sir." whispered Egrim.

"Krull, Amir spread his legs and hold them like that," he commanded.

The two did as they are told. Papa took aim and nailed Egrim down his butt crack and the back of his balls with the wicked whip. The boy screamed from the worst pain he had ever suffered. His balls and crack felt like they had been torn to shreds by the whip and those metal balls.

Mr. Big put the whip to the side and removed his belt. When the rest of the boys saw it there was an intake of breath. The belt was almost as wicked as the whip, it was about two inches (5 cm) wide with small holes drilled into it at spaced intervals. Papa came to the front of his eldest son and let him see what he would be whipped with. Egrim's eyes almost jump out of their sockets in fear. Unlike the whip, the belt did not shred ones skin to pieces, it just leaves thick red welts, with darker dots where the holes are. Like the whip it hurts like the nine hells and the holes are done to increase the pain inflicted on the victim.

Mr. Big started right at the boy's pits that were sprouting some hairs. 13-year-old Egrim wailed like a banshee in heat. Papa smiled, he wanted to hear this one beg forgiveness and blame everything of the half Elf.

Unfortunately for him, all the boys after last nights performance by their papa and master swore an oath not to beg, no matter how much pain they are in. Crying, screaming, wailing was allowed, but no begging, under any circumstances, they would not give the cruel man the satisfaction.

The man whipped the boy's front until every last inch was covered in red welts with deeper red dots. Egrim had not stopped screaming and wailing, but he never begged. That pissed the man to no end, he wanted to use the whip on the boy, but knew that if he did that he could be hung by the villagers.

He severely marked the naked boys back with the same kind of welts as the front, from shoulders to the soles of his feet. Screaming has not stopped until the 13-year-old boy had passed out, but still no begging. Mr. Big lost his boner due to lack of respect from the boy, how dared he deprive his papa of the pleasure of hearing him beg and grovel at his feet.

He then proceeded to whip Amir, then Salim, with lots of screaming, wailing, hollering, but damn those fuck toys no begging. He was more pissed off then when he came here, lost all desire to rape those damnable fuck toys. After he had whipped Salim, he stormed out of the side door without a word. He felt he lost the battle of wills, those fucking little bastards dared to beat to him. Him, Mr. Big, a man feared and hated in his village in the Dark Continent.

He reminisced about his early life there. He was born bigger then any other child, his mother died at childbirth due to his size. His father moved in with his brother. He had an older brother and two older cousins, one cousin and his brother were three years older than him, his other cousin was one year older.

When he was three and half his brother and eldest cousin started teaching him about sex, they were gentle and nice to him, making sure he got as much if not more pleasure of it. He considered that a weakness, they were not men in his eyes, but weak like women.

By the time he was five he was as tall as two older boys and was packing more then they were between his legs. Now that he could whip the other boys in the hut into submission, he showed them who the man among the children was. He raped all three older boys brutally and without mercy, hearing them scream, holler and beg for mercy only confirmed in his mind their weakness and his superiority. He made them into his fuck bitches, they would suck his cock or bend over and spread their butt cheeks for him when he would just look at them.

By the time he was seven he was terrorising all the boys in the village eleven years and younger. They were his private harem, he could make them perform for him, by forcing them to have sex with each other, make them drink each others piss, anything he wanted them to do they would do it, or they would get a beating they would not soon forget.

Any chores that were given to him, if he did not consider them manly enough he had the other boys do it for him, since he would not lower himself to do women's work.

By the time he was ten he was as tall as most of the 16 year olds, so he expanded his harem to include all boys 16 and under. Shortly after his eleventh birthday he made the mistake of whipping the 17 year old son of the village chief senseless and left him half dead. The assholes in the village council figured enough is enough and sold him to the next slavers caravan.

He was brought to the Upper continent and sold to weak and pampered white masters, he never had any respect for any of his many masters, no matter how times he was whipped, he never learned. Never lasting long in any plantation due to him terrorising all the other slaves, he was hated and feared more then the overseers or the white masters themselves. That only reinforced his belief that power and might gives one the right to take what they want from those weaker then them.

That is what was eating him inside, those little fucking weak boys who he could break in half with his bare hands dared to defy him, dared to deny him the pleasure of hearing them beg for mercy, beg for him to rape them to do anything he wanted to just please stop the whipping. How dare they do that to him. It had to be that lousy half elves fault, he gave them the spirit to defy him. He had to get control of that bastard before he made it back to Freedom. Then he would show all of his fuck toys how HE Mr. BIG breaks their little leader in half and makes him beg for mercy, makes him crawl on his stomach begging to be brutally fucked, to be used any way his big powerful master wants to use him.

He came home and went straight to bed.

The next night he whipped the two remaining Orc slaves. Again he was more upset and pissed off because not even little 10-year-old Gerk begged, and he whipped them as brutally as he could without killing them with his whip, he left them both in a worser bloody mess than the other two slaves. Antos was going to pay for this affront to his superiority, to his manhood, to his power, he was at fault and he shall pay dearly for it.

Next morning the pains reminded him of his need for Orc seed. Damn, how could he forget to get some every day, then he would not have to go crawling and begging those little shits for them to stop his unbearable pains.

When the Ebon boys tried to blackmail him into breeding him, he throwed the freedom papers on the four Orc slaves and told them to look at the date of Grog's freedom. He laughed as they see their main offensive against him fall to pieces.

He sure did not expect what he got from his slaves, now freeman.

"Well Mr. Big since we are now freemen, you have no right to order us to do anything we do not want," said Grog.

"Like hell I don't, you fucking Orc bitch. As long as you under my roof I can demand anything I want from you and the other green skinned fucks." He shouted.

"That Sir, would be no problem, Antos owns the store and the barn behind it, all us Orcs will simply move there, so we will not be under your roof," replied Grog.

"Damn you green skinned bastard, how dare you disobey me. I bought you, gave you your freedom and you dare to talk back to me?"

He screamed from hatred and pain, he doubled over in pain on the barn floor.

"Krull, Gerk, Gar get our things we are moving to Antos barn. Mr. Big you want Orc cum in both your holes to stop the pains, fine you shall have it, but since we are freeman we can demand a payment for our services," the 15-year-old green Orc boy continued.

"Fine you shit, what do you want how much money?" he gasped out between bouts of racking pain.

"Oh, we want no money, our payment is simple before you get our seed, you will service our Ebon friends and provide their sexual pleasure any way they want. Then you will get our seed."

Damn, Damn, Damn, why do his best plans go wrong, fuck that lil shit of a half Elf, he hates that bastard more then he ever hated anybody else in his life. He needs to think of a way to keep his Orc toys from leaving his wife's barn, and a way to get control of them again. That is the only way he can avoid the humiliation of having to service those weak and worthless Ebon pussies. But now he has no choice but to submit to the desires of his wife's sons and suffer unspeakable humiliation to his pride.

After the deplorable blow to his pride and ego of letting both Egrim and Amir breed him at the same time while being fed seed by Salim, he got his much needed Orc cum to stop the pains that were practically killing him.

Grog and the other three Orcs moved to Antos and Egrim's barn, where they set up their living quarters in the loft. They decide they will cook their own food outside.

The Orcs charged Mr. Big three times before he came to Antos' barn waving papers and demanding they move back to the other barn. He had adopted all eight of them, they were now legally his sons and had to obey him without question. The boys figured they were all doomed, because even Antos was now under the man's control.

Noon next day Antos rode into town, went to the barn to get some of the boys to help him hitch the horses to the wagon so he could bring the big elk he killed for meat.

Salim hugged him with tears pouring out of his eyes. "We are screwed royally, he adopted everyone of us including you, he is legally our papa."

"After you left he whipped each and every one of us as brutally as he could without killing us. He will probably whip you to an inch of your life tonight." Gar said and then hugged Antos. "Thank you for saving the first time he wanted to rape me."

"Salim, have you, Amir and Egrim had a chance to breed him and feed him your seed at all?" asked Antos.

"Yes, we have. He only came with the adoption papers yesterday, so we got to breed and feed him four times," he said.

"Good, have you three finished your cure for the Orc seed addiction?" he asked.

"Yes, we have," answered Salim.

"I guess tonight is my turn to pay with my skin and ass for conspiring against papa, but then when he feels he has full control we will screw him so bad, he won't know what hit him." smiled the boy.

"Antos brother, get the hell out of here, he has not seen you return, so get out and never come back. He's out to get you worse then he did any of us," said Grog worried.

"I got everybody into this mess by being cocky and self assured. I will not abandon my brothers for no reason. Besides why should only guys have all the fun of driving him nuts by not begging him for mercy. I want my turn to mess with his tiny mind." He said and laughed.

"You're crazy, you know that baby brother, he will whip worse then he beat any of us." Grog said.

They got the elk, showed it to mama and got her to tell them what she wanted them to cut for tonights supper. Antos asked his brothers to take the elk back to their barn and start skinning it, while he finishes a surprise for mama.

The boys not involved in running or helping in the stores worked until supper time taking care of the elk and his skin. Supper was great as usual, mama had made a real nice roast elk, with potatoes and greens. Afterwards papa went to the barn with his sons, he wanted to properly welcome Antos to the family.

"You have caused me more grief then anybody else in this God foresaken world. Tonight you'll learn what happens to disobedient and unrepentful sons," said papa, smiling since he intended to break this youngest and most troublesome toy. "Grog, Egrim, get Antos ready for his punishment."

Once the naked 10-year-old hung from the hook by his tied wrists, papa walked up to him brandishing his wicked whip.

"As my son I should not use this, but for you my lil pussy toy I'll make an exception. You will be begging for mercy, for me to use your weak worthless body anyway papa wants to. YOU WILL BEG you little shit."

The first hard lash landed on the naked white boy's shoulders, upper back and shoulder blades, Antos' screams echoed through the barn and revibrated of the walls. His skin and tissue were being ripped off his back, he was screaming non stop at the brutal assault of the whip and the metal balls on his back. He was an Elf, he was a Sherhram, he could endure this, he could stop screaming, he had to put the pain out of his mind, he couldnot give in, to give satisfaction to papa by screaming and hollering. In his mind he started to recite a song he heard a long time ago.

(There is no pain, I am receding. Distant ships sail on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move, but I can't hear what you're saying. I have become comfortably numb.) he kept repeating this in his mind.

By the time papa's whip got to his butt, there were no screams, no hollering, no wailing, no tears, just the sound of the whip streaking through the air and ripping flesh and muscle from the back of the hanging boy. Mr. Big redoubled his efforts making sure he hit the boy with all his strenght, that there was not a single spot on his back that was not bloody or where skin remained unbroken. He was going to kill the boy if he refused to at least scream, this total silence from the boy was nerve racking he had checked a few times to see if the boy had fainted, but he had not.

Up in the Heavenly Astral Plane two pantheons of Gods were watching the scene below.

"I am going to kill that worthless trash with a lightning bolt, how dare he treat our Sherhram likie that," screamed Stromenthus, the elven God of storms and weather.

"Stop, you send a bolt there and the whole barn will go up in flames killing all of them," roared Lleandrhos, the father of the elven Gods and head of the Pantheon.

"Father is right, we do not want to kill the other boys, they have suffered more than enough as is," replied his sister Alhohe, Goddess of healing, health and well being. "Once the brute leaves I'll go down there and heal the boy."

"Children, listen to the wisdom of your elders, the Sherhram has had it easy so far, he has not had any great challenges that needed to be overcome. The Holylighters for him are just a game, no challenge whatsoever. If he is to grow and expand his knowledge and power to be able to face his task, he needs to face his challenges on his own," said Zeus, father of the Human Gods.

"Look, he has faced the challenge and has overcome it in his own way, not perfect but still efficient," said Daphne excited. "He has blocked the pain from his mind, he does not feel it. The man's whipping is not producing the results he wants."

Mr. Big was furious, there wasn't a single inch of the demon's back that was not bloody or still covered by skin, and the cursed bastard had not uttered a single sound or let a single tear fall from the time he got to his waist. He turned his hatred to the naked boy's front, nailing him right on his flacid boyhood. Antos face remained impassive, no emotions or feeling were showing on it, almost as if it was made of the finest marble, no muscles twitched as papa landed three hard blows to his midsection. The man in his fury ripped the skin from every inch of the boys front, back and sides, Antos hung there a worser bloody mess than any of the other boys, but unlike them he had not uttered a sound.

"You are not going to allow that murderous scum bag to kill your Sherhram?" asked a worried Grognork, Father of the Orc Pantheon. "Now that is surely a worthy Sherhram, would you mind if me and my children make him our Sherhram also. Our peoples are always at war with each other, yet that boy has helped, protected and defended my children when he did not have to. We Orcs value such bravery, it would be an honor to have such a brave and fearless half Elf as our Sherhram also."

"Grognork, now how would you make him your Sherhram? does he not need to have Orc blood in him for that to work?" asked Apolonious.

"We can start with the fact that he has quite a bit of Orc blood in him due to all the breeding and feeding he did with his Orc brothers. We can use that to bring about some minor changes on the boy. For instance he is quite well developed for a Human or Elf physically, we can enhance that by providing him with superior orcish muscle tone, while keeping it all in his elvish body frame. He will have the orcish recuperative system, which as you know will help him heal a lot faster than Humans or Elves," Grognork answered.

"Father, how about giving the boy and orcish package between his legs, he'd be the only non Orc or half Orc with such magnificent attribute," said Ggrutus orcish God of maleness and power.

The Gods from all three Pantheons laughed at that suggestion.

"What a spendid idea cousin Ggrutus, I for one will enjoy tremendously the screams and wails of the damned worshippers of Balor when he breeds them with his orcish meat," applauded Mars, human God of war and mischief.

"When the man leaves, all of us will descend to earth, to heal and to make the neccessary changes to the boy. You all know what this will mean, don't you. He will be the first Sherhram in the history of Tarkonia to be sanctioned by three Pantheons. He will be our vessel in the fight against Balor and his minions. All of us will be responsible in making sure he is ready to face his challenge when it comes," Zeus said.

Down below Mr. Big was worn out, his arms were hurting he had no strenght to whip the boy anymore. Besides the more he tried to whip him, the more he became frustrated at the boys lack of any kind of response. How dare the youngest of his toy sons, defy his papa like that. He grabbed both ankles of the boy, lifted them to his massive shoulders, breeding him should get some response from the cursed bastard. He grabbed the boy's waist and pounded his long thick Ebon snake mashing the butt cheeks against his cock hairs and groin area.

(There is no pain I am receding, distant ships sail on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying. Iiii have become comfortably numb.)

Damn, damn, that half Elf, no respect whatsoever for his superior father, how dare he deny papa the pleasure of hearing him wail, scream, beg. He looked into the boy's blue green eyes and saw they were dark blue, but what stopped the man was what he saw in them. Hatred, pure simple hatred that he not only saw but felt with his entire being. He did a couple fast and furious penetrations, but he could not stop from looking in those eyes. The hatred in them marked the man demise, he had never been this scared in his entire life, not even when he was bouncing over the pitchfork, never had he been so sure of his death as he was now staring in those ice cold unblinking eyes.

His snake softened all on it's own, the boy had nothing to do with it. His own fear was what did that, he pulled it out and without a word rushed out of the barn, shaken like he had never been before. He had met somebody who might be smaller than him, but was a thousand times more powerfull and stronger then he ever was or will be.

Antos hung limply from the hook. His body was there in the barn a bloody, torn, almost skinless remains of what he was. His arms and face were the only untouched pieces of the bloody pulp that is his body. His mind and soul were hundred of light years away. Frolicking with other cherubs in the heavenly astral planes, he was only one among his many friends who could freely move between the human, elven and orcish planes. He must have died and went back to the heavens to be a cherub. In the distance he heard the voices of his fathers calling him, calling him back.

There was silence in the barn, all other boys were on their knees, with their mouths open wide, eyes almost popping out of their sockets at the sight in front of them. The barn is filled to capacity with all the Gods from the Human, Elven and Orcish Pantheons. The boys were certain the Gods came to take Antos away to the heavens, but why the Orc Gods, unless they were there to take all of them away from this hell on earth.

What will happen to Antos, what will the Gods of all three Pantheons do? Will they take his practically lifeless form back to the heavens? or will they make him the only Sherhram in all of the history written and unwritten of Tarkonia who will be the vessel of three Pantheons. If so, what will the boy do with all that extra power and knowledge, will he use it for good or will he become a cruel power hungry person like his new papa?

For answers to these and other questions burning in your minds tune in to this channel for the next chapter when it comes out.

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