Property Of The Tribe

Aithlin sighed exhaustedly as he hit a snag in his big adventure. Passing through the checkpoint to the neighboring kingdom would be a fools task, since he would certainly be discovered as an elf and taken away on site. To avoid this fate, he needed to travel through the mountain caves. To do that the poor, beautiful, young elf needed help.

The only ones who knew the way through The Sunken Mines were the well respected and feared Ogress tribe. For decades their people frequently traversed through the Mines as a ritual of their mating season. It serving as some sort of test for younger warriors.

A strong shiver ran up Aithlin’s spine at the thought of returning to the same Ogress tribe that had teased and tickled him so intensely not so long ago. He could still hear their surprisingly sweet feminine giggles late at night when he would try to sleep with an erection that wouldn’t quit. Especially the voice of the head one. Her shockingly delicate nature for one so big brought the flustered elf to many humiliating climaxes over the past two days.

Though, if he were to be caught by Royal guards, there be no telling the sensual hell that would await him. The racks wouldn’t be kind to an elf such as him, his cock throbbed at the prospect of what en entire dungeon would hold. In the end there was no choice, he turned back into the forest to do the humiliating deed.

Luckily, Aithlin was able to follow his tracks and arrive back at the springs where he’d first (unintentionally) walked in on the the Ogresses bathing. From there he was able to pick up their trail and find the heart of their village.

It seemed like déjà vu as again Aithlin was crouched in a patch of high bushes watching in awe the towering figures of ogress beauty. Their large toned bodies barely covered by their grass garbs and skirts. Their powerful thighs quaking with every step as they helped each other prepare for dusk and dinner. The elf boy stayed hidden, blushing all the while he thought of his negotiation tactics. 

Until he was caught. Grabbed from behind by a hulking guard of a woman he couldn’t see.

Held up by his chest bandages, Aithlin looked out at a once again reasonably upset green faces of the tribe staring back at him. Two days seemingly not being enough for them to forgive that whole “peeping tom” incident. 

“You have only moments to explain yourself traveler. Before you’re squashed underneath our might!” The purple haired ogress scowled, folding her massive arms under her already stacked chest. The poor elf’s words caught in his throat as he looked on dumbstruck.

“Answer! Now!” Another shouted, only heightening the tension.

“That’s the pervert from the springs! I’d remember anyone so small and weak. I bed we’d only need to step on him and he would go squish like some sort of bug!” A third ogress mused, earning a chuckle from the growing crowd. More of the ones who were at the springs for their first meeting joining the group.

“Well traveler?” The purple warrior asked again. A smile growing on her face as she gestured to her friend for him to be tossed to the ground. Now on his back, Ailthin could only look ups at her large green foot hovering over his vulnerable body, ready to descend.

“That’s enough.” Said a sweet but powerful voice from the crowd, halting the elf’s humiliation. As they all dispersed to give the interrupter space Aithlin noticed it was the same red haired ogress from last time. The tribe leader (who once again) had stopped him from being turned into mush by these green goddesses.

The lead ogress, Shelur, looked shocked to see the slim boy again so soon. She bit her bottom lip remembering all the fun they had with them before. “Well well ladies... if it isn’t our little onlooker from the spring. What boy? Has your eye’s hunger for green flesh put you back in harms way?” The chief snickered as she stood next to her purple haired underling, their foot still threatening to step down at any moment.

“I-I-I...” Ailthin tried you find the words, but none formed. Suddenly the massive foot pressed down against his iron hard cock, made thicker from being in the presence of these warriors.

“She will not ask again, boy. What is your business? Or were you just thinking with the wrong head.” Despite her intimidating appearance, the ogress’ foot was soft and enveloping. The pressure squeezed his cock in the most erotic way, making a visceral moan echo from Aithlin’s trembling lips.

He looked to Shelur with pleading eyes. Hoping for some sort of mercy, but was only given an amused smirk. In that shockingly sweet voice, the red haired ogress spoke as she shook her head. “I don’t know why you’re looking at me boy. If you want it to stop, then you WILL answer her questions.”

Through the fog of pleasure and humiliation, Aithlin apologized and explained his plight. How he needed safe passage through The Sunken Mines to avoid being discovered by the next kingdom’s check point. How he would do or give anything for their help.

“Anything?” Shelur mused, looking at her underling with a knowing smirk. The purple one’s foot working faster on his cock, rubbing it up and down like a piston.

Aithlin moaned again and nodded quickly. His pants got caught in his throat as the growing pressure from the huge foot felt heavenly. “P-p-PLEASE!”

Shelur only put a hand on the shoulder of her friend, gesturing for her to stroke her foot even faster. “You are an elf are you not, boy? What exactly is in it for me and my people to do such a task for you. What do you have to trade for our services?”

Knowing where this was going, the poor elf only closed his eyes as he resigned himself to his fate. Ailthin pleaded, “Y-you can milk me! Milk me for my semen as payment!!! My people’s seed is highly sawt after people who will pay top gold!!! Just please! PLEASE!”

The tribe busted out into giggles as the elf suffered under the ogress’ foot. Shelur was pleased. Not only would she get to play with this pretty little thing again,but help her people in the process. 

“Mmmmm, now that’s what I like to hear.” Shelur hummed with satisfaction. But she couldn’t help but to bully the elf just a bit more. He just looked so cute struggling in pleasure with nowhere to go. “I want eight jars worth.” She demanded mater-of-factly.

The elf’s eyes went wide. There was no way he could handle that! “W-what about six???” He asked hopefully and was stepped on harder for his trouble. The purple haired ogress giggled as she wiggled her giant toes against his engorged head as well.

“Do you honestly believe you’re in any position to haggle, elf? Ten. Or I’ll personally bring you to the checkpoint myself and milk you for a reward right in front of those mean ol’ guards!” Shelur smile widened as she could see the elf was at his limit.

Ailthin was frantic. The foot felt so dastardly good. His balls churned and tightened as he felt the boiling heat bubble to the surface. He was about to cum! Cum hard! Cum from being stepped on in front of these beautiful ogresses.

He shouted his agreement to the deal as his seed spilled violently all over the foot of the sexy warrior. The tribe exploded into amused laughter as the Orgasm rocked their prisoner’s small body in a number of alluring ways.

Finally, now sticky and dripping, the teasing foot raised from his body. Shelur only smiled cheerfully as she put a hand on her massive hip. “Mmm, how disgraceful. Glad you see things my way, elf. Also, that one doesn’t count. We need your seed in jars, not soiling the feet of my warriors. Now, in the stocks with you.~”

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After stripping him down, quickly washing him off and putting him in stocks. He would endure not just being milked, but foot worshiped as it was the ogresses most loved activities. The alpha, Shelur, ties back Aithlin's wrists before stripping down herself to further tease the helpless boy. It quickly had the desired effect.

Ailthin’s member grew hard once again as he took in every delectable inch of this insanely powerful woman. Her hips full and toned while her breasts looked massive and inviting. The head chief teased him cruely as she took her time turning to give him an even better view of her ass. An ass desired by a number of ogre suiters, but none able to tame it, or her in the process. An ass the elf boy could only wish he could have for himself.

“Enjoy it, elf. Men of my kind have fought countless battles for merely a peak at me.~” Shelur chuckled, seeing her prisoner almost drooling at her powerful beauty.

Mercifully stopping, she took her place next to her new cow and looked deep into his eyes. His lust for her unmistakable. The rest of her girls watched on in growing excitement.

“Any last words little elf?~” The stunning alpha asked, only to be met with a request she would have never been prepared for.

Looking out at all the hungry onlookers the elf boy took a deep breath. Aithlin asked her, of all things, to hold his hand while he endures the torment.

Shelur’s sadistic smile faltered slightly, taken a back from the request. "Aww, wittle elfie boy is scared of a few big, sexy green gurls touching his girly feetsies' weeweesies?" She mocked in complete disbelief. Only to learn that her adorable prisoner was quite serious.

"Honestly, Y-Y-Yes. Just a little bit scared given the, um, circumstances. B-But also, I don't know why, but I just feel safe with you...." Ailthin muttered, too ashamed to look at his captor in the eyes, till suddenly, he worked up the courage. 

Shelur face softened, now it was her turn to blush as she stared back into what had to be the most precious pair of blue eyes she’d ever seen. Despite her fluttering heart she kept her feelings to herself. Putting back on her bullying persona, less the other ogres women would accuse her of going soft.

Shelur, the feared alpha of the ogress tribe only smiled back kindly at Ailthin. “Are you sure this is all you want?” She whispered?

“Y-yes” He answered simply.

“Mmm then so be it.<3” Shelur cooed, holding his slender hand in hers behind the tree he was tied too. In secret of all the others. 

“Now then elf, give us all that you have. Oh ladies!~<3” she sang softly in his pointed ear as his ordeal began.

The first group of ogresses stepped up for their chance, three in total. One for each of his feet and a third to tease between his legs. To his dismay, Ailthin spotted the same purple hair ogress whose foot he’d just humiliated himself under. She seating her own gorgeous ass by his helpless foot and smiled with sheer malice.

“You’ll pay for soiling my foot, elf!~” She hissed, opening her mouth wide and showing off the long tongue that would be getting to know his tootsies rather well!

“Oh my, looks like Tekke is holding a grudge.~ Prepare yourself little one. She’s as skilled with her mouth as she is with her feet.” Shelur giggled softly into his ear as she nipped flirtatiously at it.

With that, the torment was underway. Ailthin immediately bursted out into the most unbecoming laughter ever heard by a man to these warrior women. It was as fun as it was erotic, pushing them to be more intense in a hope for stronger reactions. 

The ones at his feet feverishly sucking and licking. Uncaring of the mess of lipstick and saliva they left behind in their ticklish wake. All the while the one between his legs feathered his cock like one would dust an artifact. It was ticklish, it was torture, it was undeniably orgasmic.

Shelur had each of the women take turns licking, kissing, suckling the boy's feet and tickling his erection. All the while her own tongue slithered around his tender lobe to further tease him. 

She vowed her turn would only come when the rest of her tribe have had their fill. In actuality, that was just an excuse to stay close to Aithlin and hold his hand as asked through the entirety of his ordeal.

With Aithlin being an elf, his hearing trumped that of any other creature. Which allowed Shelur to whisper her sweet nothings into his ear soft enough for no one else to hear. 

Due to his previous statement and his submissive nature (both in their first encounter and in his current surrender), Shelur was able to tell that Aithlin's true nature. He wished to dominated, but also to be cared for and looked after. She used this to her advantage, whispering things to play more to his sweet side.

"It’s alright sweetie, just relax. We just want you to cream for us. We love it when you cum" She breathed into his ear, the three ogresses switching out with a new trio of girls.

"I'm here for you darling, you're safe with me. We're not gonna hurt you, just play with you." Ailthin panted furiously as the experiment showed results in his first two earth shattering orgasms. Still, the feather played against his spasming shaft, keeping him in the throws of pleasure as all the women enjoyed themselves.

“Come on sweetie, just cream for me. It will feel so much better when you do. Cream for me.~ Cream yourself for Mama.~<3” Shelur says line after lone to help Aithlin along. His toes curled in the latest ogress girl’s wanting mouth as his heat stayed at a feaver pitch. He laughed, he came, he muster out 5 massive orgasms. All collected into jar after jar of freshly squeezed “elf cream”.

Eventually, after a number of more climaxes, Aithlin faints from exhaustion. The ogresses snicker at how the poor boy ran out of steam so soon and turn to their leader for directions on what to do with him now? 

Shelur merely unties and throws his limp body over her shoulder, saying she will keep him in her quarters for the evening. There is a shared smirk from other ogress women, thinking their vicious has some sort of special torture in store for the elf when he wakes up.~

———

Later, Aithlin woke up still naked, but wrapped in a warm fur in Shelur's hut. Shakily, the elf got up to look in a mirror and get a grip of his surrounding when suddenly he’s scooped up for a hug, massive arms wrapping around him from behind. It was Shelur, still naked herself. Her huge bare chest pressing along his back, allowing him to feel her warmth.

Aithlin was taken a back from this kindness. He couldn’t help himself but to ask why this warrior would treat him so kindly? Given how valuable he was, given that she had every right to believe he was just some perverted trouble maker? Why?

Shelur only let Aithlin down and explained. “I guess you don’t know much about my kind little on? Very well. With Ogre men there's never a real chance to show my softer side. For once, it was nice to be desired as a woman first, instead of just a conquest. I don’t need anyone to tell me I’m strong and powerful, I know that to be true. But I’m more then just my strength and title.

Like I said, ogre men have fought countless battles for my company, but not a single one ever simply asked for my hand... it touched me Ailthin.”

The elf boy couldn’t help but to smile at all of this. Glad that he could (despite the circumstances) make Shelur feel good.

Shelur laughs softly. “Now don’t get cocky, little Aithlin. You’re far from being an ideal mate for me, but I can't deny that I find your company very enjoyable. I like this new feeling of getting to indulge my own kinks with with you. And on these grounds alone will forgive your past transgressions and allow you safe passage through The Sunken Mines.”

Aithlin smiles wide, his appreciation uncontainable as he now hugs her. His arms unable to wrap fully around her plentiful hips.

“On one condition last condition....” Shelur’s voice spoke up again, beginning powerfully but ending soft and sweet. “You will.... remember to return to me here and there during your journey... so we can play again once more.”

Ailthin only looked up for a second, but the blush on the chief’s face was undeniable. “I promise.” He whispered, meaning every word.

“Good. Now on the bed, elf. I don’t recall getting my chance with those feet of yours. And i seem to recall you have one orgasm left to give me.” The seductive tone in Shelur’s voice was unmistakable as the smaller elf boy did was he was told.

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