Dancer let out a heavy sigh, exhausted, especially after the stallion, but the magus didn't help at all, a shiver running through her from both the ice plug, and her bladder being so full, trying to bear down some to relieve herself, but utterly plugged up still, and it left her very uncomfortable with how badly she needed to relieve herself.  

Valor slipped over to the bound filly and settled down straddling her back, pressing her breasts against Dancer's upper back as her hands slid around the filly, sliding up her belly, and up over her sticky, cumsmeared and mud painted breasts, rubbing her fingers in slow circles around the young filly's nipples.

Dancer let out a shivering moan at the teasing, feeling the sticky mess being rubbed around, glancing down, then leaning back into Valor's embrace, "You aren't going to clean me up this time? No food, no water?"

Valor shook her head, "The next ones.. They won't care if you are cleaned up, in fact I think they will enjoy you as messy as you are.  You don't want to eat before you see them, trust me," she murmured softly, "And I think you had enough to drink right now.  Goddess! I can't believe you drank that glass of cum!" she laughed softly, one hand slipping down to rub in circles around the filly's belly.

Dancer blushed hard as she shivered at the pointed reminder, looking down, looking a little sick at the memory, "I can't believe I did either, horse cum! Gah, I have to be losing it… You won't tell me who is next though will you?"

Valor shook her head, "Nope.  And I think it was brave to do, maybe help you in the longrun, you showed the Magus you were willing to submit to his perversions, maybe you've made a friend… you're doing your best, and i'm proud of you."

Dancer lifted her head a little, brow furrowed, "Proud of me? For… submitting to these perversions?  But I suppose friends are good… means I have places I can go if the herd won't take me back… Can I come here if I want to?" she asked timidly, shivering as the dryad pinched and tugged at her nipple, drawing a little sound from the filly.

Valor laughed, and nodded, "None of the rest of your herd volunteered for the sacrifice, mmm?  That is an option, even if no one from your has chosen to do so in a long time.  The gnolls compete for the chance to be the sacrifice, the humans do a lottery from their lower classes.  Your herd uses the first virgin heat of the spring to decide who their sacrifice will be.  You were not given a choice, and now you have to make your own decisions, and I think you are doing very well."

"As for visiting, you can stay as long as you like really, its quiet, peaceful, and I will find my… own uses for you," she murrs into Dancer's ear with a grin, again pinching and tugging on the little filly's nipple, twisting and rolling it harder between her fingers as Dancer arched her back, pushing her chest out to try and alleviate the stress of the pull as she let out a little half cry, "I would very much love you to stay as long as you like, I have many visitors here and they too would enjoy your company, and I so do love watching you squirm and moan in pleasure and pain both," not releasing the filly's nipple, only twisting and rolling it further.

Dancer had thought the Dryad kind, the harder and harder twisting of her nipple made her doubt for a moment as she clenched her teeth, her breath catching as she shuddered with a high little whine, eyes scrunching up.  But she realized that… she was enjoying being treated like this, and that realization made her cheeks burn as her lips parted in a hard moan, nodding her head, "I-I think I understand, th-Thank you."

Valor grinned at the girl's reactions, and finally relaxed her grip on her nipple, pressing her fingers back down against it and rubbing in circles as the filly relaxes, panting, "I think you may find life a little unfulfilling here though, for me I love the work, but you have your herd,and your own life to figure out… so please, only stay if you need some time for peace, or to visit."

Dancer sagged a little back against the dryad as her nipple was released and then soothed, letting out a shivering breath, closing her eyes to lean back into the warmth, the plug in her ass and the massive ball of ice in her bladder chilling her whole body.  The rod of ice and spikes stretching her urethra was melting away, giving her some comfort, and she was able to push out some of the water suddenly, letting out a low groan of relief as she was able to relieve herself.

Valor grinned at the sounds from Dancer, "Melting away nicely? It'll likely take a good few hours for all of that ice to melt, i'll try and help keep you warm," she murmured, hands stroking up and down the filly's stomach and over her breasts, flicking her fingers across her nipples rapidly.

Dancer let out a shuddering breath at the teasing, eyes closed as she nodded, "Thank you," she murrs, but then felt the base of the plug in her ass give way, her stretched open pucker closing around the base as the weight of it sent a cold surge of water and the plug of ice plunging deep into her, gasping sharply and shivering with the fresh cold surging into her, squirming and writhing beneath the dryad.

Valor let out a little bright laugh, and hugged Dancer's top warmly and close, rocking her while the filly shivered anew with cold, singing softly to her to help calm her down, and relax her to sleep for a little while they awaited the next guests.

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Valor roused from the rest with the sound of a pair of heavy footsteps and guttural muttering approaching the glade, and a smell, more a stench approaching.  She gave Dancer a little shake to rouse the girl, who yawned and gave a little stretch, eyes blinking open as the dryad's hands teased affectionately over her belly button and over her ribs.  She let out a little murmur, not quite coherent as the world and her new reality settled in, before she straightened up as she heard the heavy footsteps.

From the edge of the glade emerged two seven foot tall figures, but nearly as thick across the shoulders as they were tall.  Valor rose from where she was comforting the underaged centaur filly, moving to stand off to the side as the grotesque forms of two massive swamp trolls lumbered in, mottled gray skin, and looking like twisted parodies of people, in places lumpy and misshapen in their arms and faces, squat bow legs, thick rounded bellies, and heavily muscled arms.  

And the stench that came off of them was like fetid swamp water mixed with a sewer, nauseating, and causing Dancer to gag in disgust, coughing before swallowing with a grimace.  The trolls wore thick, rateaten loincloths that hung down nearly to the ground.  Sores covered the skin of both, around their necks and armpits, and more down near their loincloth, oozing festering yellow puss.

The larger of the two, the fatter spoke up, "Am Juma Boglear, king of Swamp!  This Kelraz the Butcher, chief torturer, Battlemaster of Swamp," he introduced himself and his companion, his breath nearly fogging the air with its stench as he almost bellowed in broken common.

Valor nodded, "Greetings and welcome King Juma, Kelraz the Butcher, this is Playful Dancer in the Dappled Moonlight, you may call her Dancer for short," motioning to the centaur filly that she held bound in her tree's roots for so long.

Juma waved a meaty hand in the air, "Too many words. Dancer.  Pretty little thing," he rumbles as he lumbers forwards, a hand reaching beneath his loincloth to scratch his balls, before flashing his jagged teeth in a wicked smile, "Could eat her up in just two bites! Not think they make Centaurs so little, but very pretty," bringing that hand that had been beneath his loincloth up to grip Dancer's face with his forefinger and his thumb, lifting her chin up and turning her head.

Valor frowns, the trolls were cruel and vicious, but a lot smarter than they looked, "No eating the filly, she is here to fulfil her obligations.  Do you have the Gift for her?"

Dancer's nose wrinkled, the stench nearly overpowering as the slick fingers gripped her face, leaving her feeling sticky and gross, trying to breathe through her mouth, but then she tasted the stench! She tried to breathe shallowly but she couldn't maintain that for long as she tried to pull away.

Juma grunted and motioned to Kelraz, "Bring bow, found in swamp, lost adventurer, looks pretty," the other produced a longbow wrapped in a hide, pulling back the hide to reveal a glimmering cord and silver and ebon wrought staff of a bow, set with jewels and powerful runes of magic, the lost relic of a forgotten age perhaps.

Valor looked intrigued, and walked over to Kelraz to take the bow, nodding, and setting it aside, "Its lovely, a fine gift," she murmurs, leaning the bow against a large stone, and leaning against it herself to observe.

Juma grinned, leering down at Dancer, "Have another gift for little pony, JAR!" he called, holding out a hand.  Kelraz brought forth a clay jaw and put it in Juma's hand, and Juma fished around in it for a moment before pulling out a little wriggling black worm, about four inches long. A leech.  

Dancer's eyes went wide as she shook her head and let out a little whine as Juma brought the leech down, "no! Nono please you don't need to its alright!" trying to discourage the troll as she squirmed, her words tumbling over eachother, wriggling as the troll carefully moved the leech down to the little filly's nipple, pressing its mouth to her nipple, and holding it there.

Dancer held her breath and trembled, biting her lower lip as the troll positioned the leech, before she felt the bite all across her nipple of hundreds of tiny gripping teeth as they sank into the sensitive nub, gasping and letting out a moan as it pierced skin in dozens of places and started drinking, her eyes scrunching shut.

Juma laughed at Dancer's reaction, especially at the moan, "Look, she likes Kelraz! Glad brought two!  Don't feel most leech when bite, kept special so not numb bites," he explained, reaching to pull the second leech from the jar.

Dancer let out another little groan as the first leech sank its teeth in deeper, she had lots of blood to spare bit it was like having a vice on her nipple! Squeezing it from all sides.  She winced and made a face, but as she watched Juma bringing the second one down she let out a little sigh, and arches her back to press her breasts out.

Juma chortles at the reaction, and places the leech on her other nipple, making sure its mouth latched on firmly before letting it go.  Dancer let out another little cry as she felt its myriad of little teeth sinking in, and its rasping tongues grating over the tip of both her nipples, letting out a shuddering breath as she sagged back down.

Dancer looked with revulsion down at the two leeches attached to her nipples, groaning as they rhythmically tightened and relaxes their jaws, their bodies slowly fattening off of her blood, her body shivering with arousal at the stimulation, having her nipples relentlessly clenches and suckled on.

Juma brought a hand up to pat Dancer's cheek, "Good girl, enjoy gift, they fall off when full, take few hours.  Come visit sometime, trolls no eat you, grant passage.  Not say trolls won't rape you when find," gripping her chin to make  her look up at him, "Will have fun raping, but no eat."

Dancer wrinkles her nose, slowly getting used to the stench of the troll's filthy, cancer eaten body, "Why would I come visit you? What do you offer except violation and filth?" looking up at the troll, fearful of him but she knew she had some power there.

Juma chortled again, "Have slaves, nearly used up, stay a week, let them go with you.  Make you suffer and scream good for us for their value, all have turn, let swamp rats have turn, let leeches have turn, let the bog unicorn have its way with you, let the slugs crawl all into you, show you blessings and bounty of swamp!" he laughs, patting Dancer's cheek, and reaching down to grip one of the leech, starting to pull.

Dancer shuddered, at least he sounded honest about what they would do to her, but feeling the leech being pulled, its teeth gripped tighter and harder to maintain its grip, pulling her nipple with it as she arches her back and let out a little shuddering cry, body clenching, before sagging as the troll released it, "i-I'll think about it King j-Juma," she whimpers, her nipple stinging as the leech went back to its placid feeding, now with renewed bloodflow.

Juma chuckled at the response, and nodded, "Brave little thing, but soft heart, mmm? Will want to save slaves, will keep them alive for you little longer."  He patted her cheek, before moving away, lumbering around behind the filly to her upturned rump.  He looked quite pleased with the view, bringing a hand down to smack hard across her ass.

Dancer let out a sharp yelp at the swat, her body rocking in its bindings, squirming at the stinging as the troll kneaded her rump, and then very rudely stuck a thumb up her ass, making her straighten up and try to pull away with a little yelp of pain, and a groan, pucker clenching around the three inch thick thumb.  She felt it pushing deeper, squirming around, before popping out, letting her sag with a breath of relief.

That relief didn't last long as the troll jammed two other fingers into her tight pucker, making her cry out louder, arching her back, as it hurt! Stinging at the rough invasion without any chance to stretch to deal with it.  Juma didn't wait much for her to adjust as he wiggled his fingers into her, ahd shoved a third into her, making her groan out in pain as her body jerked and twisted, trying helplessly to squirm away.

A fourth finger was swift to follow, stretching the poor filly's pucker almost eight inches across, feeling like it was going to tear as she twisted to try and look back, tears of pain starting to run down her cheeks again, only to see the lecherous, cruel grin splitting his ugly face, and shuddering, turning away.

The thumb was quick to follow, as the troll started trying to fit his ham hand into her ass, over eight inches in thickness, Dancer letting out a cry that rose in pitch the more he pushed, his fat thumb joint making her stretch further, past points of comfort as she bent forwards, her tail flicking quickly as she let out a shuddering sob of pain.

"Kelraz, stop standing like log, while like her voice, put her mouth to better use!" Juma commanded, while he pressed, twisting and squirming his hand until finally he pushed past the little filly's obscenely stretched pucker, and she let out a groan as she felt herself closing up around his wrist, panting hard and heavily.

Kelraz let out a cruel chuckle, and reached to his loincloth, pulling it away to reveal a two foot long, mishappened, lumpy cock with nodules and blisters weeping puss lining it, dripping a foul smelling precum, and looking to be about four inches thick, semi erect and hardening further.  

Dancer gagged just seeing it as the butcher stepped up to her, reaching to grab a fistful of her hair and jerking her head back with one hand, while his other brought his cock up, stroking it firmly, bringing it to the eleven year old centaur's lips, hands squeezing up the length to drip a heavy glob of rancid tasting precum into her tongue.

Dancer gagged and tried hard not to throw up, taste of bile rising on her throat as she tried to spit the precum out, but Kelraz only laughed, and pushed his fouled cock into the filly's mouth, hard to the back of her throat, forcing her jaws to part painfully wide around him.  She gagged hard, and his cock, if anything tasted even fouler, tasting the rancid puss of a boil leaking into her mouth.

Juma was busy behind Dancer, pushing his arm further into her ass, his wrist narrower than his hand, but strong, twisted muscles on his arm quickly widened again as she groaned, caught between two hells as she whimpered, eyes watering.  Juma finally seemed to tire of this, wriggling his arm inside the filly's ass, and started to draw his arm back.  There was a heavy wet sound like a fart as he grunted beneath his loincloth, and as he started to pull his arm from her ass, he reached behind and beneath his loincloth.

Something three inches thick, brown, and lumpy looking started to squirm into his hand, and he let out a grunt as he gripped it and pulled it out, a foot long, foul looking slug, looking almost like a giant pile of shit itself, its skin slimey and wet.  As he held Dancer's ass open with his fingeres, spreading them, he brought the shit slug up to her ass, and it plunged right into her, while he drew his fingers the rest of the way out of her.

Dancer's groans as her ass was spread so wide by the king's hand were muffled as Kelraz started trying to force himself none too kindly down her throat.  She'd gotten used to the gnoll and the human, but this she couldn't tolerate so well, her eyes watering at the rancid taste as it tried to stretch her throat, her jaws already feeling like they were going to come unhinged, but then she felt the wet, slimy body sliding up inside her, and her eyes went wide as she felt it pulling itself inside her, and sliding into her, though Juma held its tail so it couldn't vanish all the way into her.

Juma laughed at her discomfort as she squirmed and writhed and let out little sounds of protest at the invasion, as Kelraz used both hands to grip Dancer's head, and with a growl, held her still as he pushed his hips forwards, his cock starting to force her throat obscenely open, and down it, Dancer's breathing and sounds quickly cut off as her throat bulged.

"Just little shit slug, like live in shit, inside creature or outside, could let you have one if want, this one mine."  Juma drew the slug out, and stuffed it up beneath his own loincloth again, before actually kneeling behind Dancer, dragging his wriggling tongue over her pucker, wriggling it inside, before drawing back, lowering his mouth to lick over her dripping vulva, "So aroused, so sweet," he growled.

Juma pressed his face against Dancer's cunny, his long, lumpy tongue diving deep into her, licking and drinking the filly's arousal and pleasure, making her squirm and shiver while Kelraz got several inches of his cock down the filly's throat, tears running quickly down her cheeks at the foul taste and texture of the lumpy thing, feeling boils bursting on her tongue and dripping down her throat as she gagged.

Kelraz gave another hard thrust, his cock pushing down the filly's throat, and it felt like it was about to burst, hearing the troll growl in pleasure even as one ate her out, and hearing Kelraz bellow in primal pleasure.  Juma was enthralled with the little filly's taste, so clean, so pure, but instead of just licking he started biting at her netherlips, and bringing a hand up to find her clit, found that nasty little toy pierced through it.

Juma started to twist and pull cruelly at the piercing, which made Dancer's body jerk up, pushing against the foul Kelraz, her throat opening as she tried to scream, which meant the next brutal thrust from the butcher slid his cock the rest of the way down her throat, well into her chest and stomach where it twitched, spilling precum and puss, while Dancer's wide stretched lips got to press against his crotch, the scent of his foul musk overpowering as her body twitched and writhed as Juma tortured and feasted between her back legs.

 Dancer felt like she was going to pass out, unable to breathe, and suffocated with such foulness as her body twitched and jumped at the bites and the cruel twists of her clit, along with ruthless pinches of it, leaking more and more of her arousal in response.  Kelraz drew back his cock, almost all the way, giving Dancer just a chance to gain a half breath that itself nearly choked her with its bitter rancid flavor, before driving all the way back down her throat again, starting a hard, brutal pace of fucking the filly's face.

Trembling and close to orgasm, her head spinning from lack of breath, Dancer couldn't do anything to stop the assault as Juma finally rose behind her, "Such sweetness, I will enjoy defiling it when you visit," he grumbled, pushing his own loincloth aside, his cock already at full mast and leaking at the thoughts of violating the filly.  He stood up, grabbed Dancer's hips as he aligned himself, and without any further ceremony hammered himself deep into her cunny, stretching her wide.

Dancer felt the lumpy, twisted mass pushing into her, feeling filthy and disgusting as she was raped by both ends, shuddering, and the brutal pace of both of them, as disgusting as it was kept her close to orgasm, shuddering as her eyes rolled wildly, body clenching around the wild thrusts of the thick cock that slammed deep down into her, pounding into her cervix.

Her cervix was not nearly recovered from what the stallion had done to her, and a few thrusts later it gave way, and Dancer couldn't hold out any longer as she felt the foul cock violating even her womb, half a foot feeding into her womb and fucking it, her body clenching and bucking beneath the king of the swamp trolls as she came, drenching him with her sweet arousal.

Juma let out a chortling laugh as he felt the little filly's body cumming beneath him, hammering her harder, even as Kelraz hammered down her throat.  The butcher couldn't hold out longer himself, and with a final thrust and groan, his cock started pulsing, a number of new sores bursting within Dancer's mouth along his cock a he twitched heavily, force feeding her his foul seed, before drawing back roughly, two sprays of his cum hitting her mouth to fill it as she gasped for breath, before he drew his cock out, spraying his cum over her face and breasts, coating even the leeches with his reeking, yellowish cum.

Dancer gasped for breath, doing her best to spit out the foulness in her mouth, letting out a heady moan as Juma continued to fuck her, but Kelraz shook his head, "No spit, have more," he growled, pushing his cock into little filly's mouth, and pushing her mouth closed around his cockhead, pinching her nose closed as he started to piss into her mouth, "drink that now girly!" he laughed cruelly.

Everything about the trolls seemed befouled and filthy, and this was no different, Dancer's cheeks swelling out before she started to manage to swallow down the bitter burning liquid, nearly choking and vomiting it up, but unable to breathe with her nose being pinched, she had no choice but to swallow to join the cum already down in her stomach.  Kelraz laughed and released her nose, drawing back and lifting the spray to hose her hair down till it ran down her back and her face while she gasped and coughed, gagging and feeling like she was going to be sick.

Kelraz laughed and laughed at Dancer as he fell back on his ass, enjoying the view of his handywork, and reaching to tug on the biting leeches as the little filly continued to pant as the massive cock of the king befouled her womb, shuddering as she felt the occasional pop of a blister on his cock as it pounded mercilessly into her belly.

She felt another orgasm building as she shook her head, groaning as at the same time her stomach was revolting on her, churning with the foul piss and cum she had been forced to swallow.  Juma's rough thrusts started getting harder and faster, before finally he buried himself as deep as he could, and she groaned, feeling the sticky, slimy gush of his seed pumping into her womb.  Juma gave a few more thrusts as he grunted in pleasure as he befouled her womb with his seed.

Unceremoniously he drew back and out of her, leaving a few splats of cum to decorate her stretched cunny, before angling his cock up to spray of cum all over her back, contributing to the horrendous mess of the pony.  His cock finally spraying its last, he nodded, looking over the joint handiwork, and stepped around, "Good girl.  Come swamp kingdom, free some slaves and we'll really fuck you up, make sure can't walk straight for month after," he laughs.

Dancer shuddered there, sagging and panting, close again to another orgasm, but denied, left horny with her heat still, even after all that as she gave a weak nod in response, could she really endure such a thing? Even to save lives?  … to save lives.  She lifted her head as the two trolls started away, her voice hoarse and weak, trembling, but still managing to be heard, "I will see you there King Suma."

Suma blinked, and turned to look at her, and laughed again, slapping his fat belly, "Got spunk, like you very much," he nodded, laughing as he turned to tromp out of the glade.