Ellie and the Dwarves

The sky was darkening.

I'd left my aunt's village in the heat of the summer afternoon, some hours earlier, wearing a blue sundress with white flowers and open-toed sandals.

Going in the woods to look for plump blackberries.

Be careful, she'd said, not to get lost!

Don't worry about it! I'd quickly dismissed her.

But now, completely clueless as to my whereabouts, I felt bitter about my misplaced confidence in my orientation skills.

I didn't receive any signal on my phone, and I'd ventured too deep in the woods. There was no path nearby, nothing to indicate a return to civilisation. Nothing but the whisper of the wind rustling the green leaves. I hadn't even found a single berry bush.

The sky was dark now, or at least no light filtered through the canopy anymore.

And I was starting to panic.

In the distance, it seemed as though a light --a flame-- flickered. Desperate, I ran towards it.

As I got closer, I got a better look at what seemed like the entrance of a cave, although it only had the outline of a large boulder.

I was within twenty metres when the flame winked out, and tears pricked my eyes.

'No!' I shouted, 'Please!'

I didn't know what I was pleading for, but fear had seized my brain.

And apparently, it was making me see things.

Because the cave entrance wasn't one. It was just a boulder.

Suddenly, something hit me on the head. Hard.

Thunk.

The darkness took me.

***

I woke up with a startle, a dull pain throbbing at the back of my head.

I couldn't see anything around me, but I was sitting on hard ground. Rock, not soil. My bare ass touched the cold stone, dress riding high up my thighs, my pretty black lace thong doing nothing to protect against the chilly bite.

I lifted my hand to check my head for an injury, and it came back sticky. I assumed it was blood, and quickly concluded I was running the risk of a concussion. I needed water and rest.

I forced myself to calm down and breathe, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the darkness.

What I saw terrified me.

I seemed to be in a wide cave with low ceiling, so low I would barely be able to stand upright in all of my 5ft5 glory.

Yet that was not the scary part.

The cave was full of creatures.

They almost looked like men, but far smaller and burlier. They couldn't be taller than 4ft, but at least 3ft wide, some with long beards, others nothing but exposed jawlines. They wore what looked like leather pants and sleeveless tunics that revealed their muscled arms.

They all had the same black, weaselly eyes. Intent shone cruelly there, and creeps flooded my skin.

'The filly's awake,' said one in a low, cavernous voice that resonated in the crowded space.

'Finally' drawled another.

I didn't dare say anything, as my eyes wildly jumped from gnarly to gnarlier face.

'Well, sweetie, aren't you going to introduce yourself?' asked the first not-man. He must be their leader, I decided, and took a better look at his face. A long, white scar adorned his right cheek.

My panicked mind slowed down enough for me to analyse the situation.

There were at least fifteen of them circling me, and I could discern boots beyond that initial circle. I was clearly, painfully outnumbered.

My best option was to play along, and hope to charm them into releasing me.

Whatever they were.

Whatever they had planned for me.

'I- I'm Ellie', I stuttered in a high-pitched voice.

The not-man's mouth split into a delighted, malevolent grin.

'Ellie. That's not a name for a filly.'

It was the second time he called me that, and I absolutely hated it. I ignored the greasy feeling pooling in my gut, and forced myself to ask. 'What--What are you?'

Snickers rose in the cave.

The leader came forward, standing right in front of me, so that his groin was right in my face. Only then did I notice the bulge there.

The bulge in all their pants.

'We are your new steeds, filly,'

And without another warning, he pulled his throbbing cock out of his pants.

It was massive. Not especially long, but no shorter than a real man's, and so unnaturally thick.

And his intention of putting it in my mouth was all-too clear.

I jerked backwards, but hands grabbed my head and forced it still. I kicked, and hands grabbed my legs and arms, too.

'No!' I shouted, and I shouldn't have, because that gave him a welcome opening into my mouth. I couldn't see his face, couldn't see anything but the thick cock set to collide with my face. Couldn't do anything but feel it force its way in.

My mouth opened wider and wider as he pushed himself in, grunting in pleasure.

I wanted to bite it clean off, but my jaws were nearly dislocated by the size of him and I had no wiggle room.

Then he started moving, in a slow back and forth, and tears started flowing freely down my cheeks. Realisation, or resignation, or both.

'That's a good filly,' he shushed, one rugged finger wiping away my tears. 'Suck it, suck it like a good girl.'

And I really had no other choice, his cock rubbing against my flat tongue and palate.

I closed my eyes, wishing I would wake up from this nightmare.

But it kept going.

The many hands were firmly holding me in place, and their leader was still slowly pounding my mouth.

Until he decided it was enough.

I didn't taste or feel his cum, but I supposed it could be possible that whatever creature they were didn't cum like humans.

Oh, was I wrong.

'Spin her,' was his sole command, and immediately his lackeys threw me around so I faced the ground, and forced me into an on-all-four positions.

I started crying my eyes out, trying my best to keep the sobs in.

I felt his body heat first, coming up behind me.

Then his rugged fingers, his nasty hands as they folded the skirt of my dress over on my back and pulled down my lacy thong. 'Dirty little filly,' he said approvingly as he did so. 'We really hit the jackpot with you.'

One of his hands went to my delicate pussy, and stretched it open to make way for his dick.

The next moment, he was pushing himself inside of me.

It was like my mouth over again.

Feeling far too stretched, far too full, his hard cock pushing in on all sides.

My sobs got louder.

'That's it, filly, let it out. Let me hear how good it makes you feel.'

Disgust churned in my stomach, anger and powerlessness.

He resumed his tempo. Back and forth, slowly sliding in and out, and I fixed my eyes on the floor so I didn't have to see the ostentatious bulges all around me, visible even with my tear-blurred sight.

Leaving me only to feel. His cock. His hands that settled on the small of my back, holding me still through it.

And to listen to his grunts, his laboured breathing, the small noises of excitement of his lackeys.

I cried, and cried, and cried, and he fucked, and fucked, and fucked.

I thought it would never end, but finally he gave a push mightier than the others, and I felt him spill inside of me.

He stayed there a moment, then slapped my butt. 'Good filly,' he approved in his cavernous voice, then withdrew.

My pussy felt stretched beyond repair, raw not with the speed but the intensity of the rape.

Had I not been held by these many, faceless hands, I would have crumpled to the floor in a heap.

'She's a good one,' said the leader as though he was addressing the crowd. 'Real soft and warm.' Shouts rose. 'Have a go, boys!'

'Me first!' said one, of which I didn't --couldn't-- see the face.

And just like that, it started over. A thick cock, penetrating me without consideration, hands grabbing my hips.

This one wasn't so slow. He rocked my hips back to better smash into them, his heavy balls slapping the tender skin of my thighs. He spent himself quickly, and another crowded me.

My pussy was sticky with their juices, spilling down my legs, dropping to the ground and pooling at my knees, wet and cold.

I ran out of tears.

They took turns. I think at some point, a file formed. Eventually, the hands holding my arms let go, and I slouched to the ground, face against the rock.

But they kept my hips at the right height for their repeated assaults.

That was all that mattered to them, anyway.

Eventually, they all had a go at satisfying themselves, and I was left there. The cavern emptied, but I didn't move. There was no life left in me.

Sleep like death took me.

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