Ogre, Chapter 1

She awoke from a sharp pain in her shoulders. The last thing she remembered being grabbed by the hair and dragged away from her village kicking and screaming by an ogre. He had thrown her over his shoulder and all the struggling she could muster didn’t even break his stride. She must have passed out from exhaustion, because the next thing she knew she was manacled to a wall. Her feet were close enough to the ground that she could stand on tip-toe to relieve the pressure on her shoulders. Other than that, she could just hang there and wait. She was still wearing her loose-hanging linen blouse and skirt that she always wore while working in the garden, but now she had shackles on her ankles, wrists, and neck.

Just then she saw a huge ogre enter the cave. He was wearing nothing but a loincloth and came straight over to her. He stood several feet taller than she and her hands were level with the top of his head when she was stretched out like this. By the look in his eye she could tell he intended to take advantage of her as she hung here helpless. His hands were large and powerful, and after a moment of gazing at his captive, he reached up and grabbed the top of her blouse.

She let out a yelp as, with one swift jerk, he ripped the front of her shirt off. Her breasts hung freely in the cool cave air as the scraps of cloth that were once her shirt fell silently to the floor. Now she was topless and the ogre started groping her naked skin. His hands slid along her arms to her chest and grabbed her ribcage as his thumbs massaged her bouncing tits. She was completely at his mercy and knew that screaming and struggling wouldn’t do any good, so she hung her head and resigned herself to his lustful desires.

As swiftly as he had removed her blouse he tore her skirt to ribbons. This violent action pulled her off balance and she darted her feet to and fro to regain her footing. A smile crept across the ogre’s face to see his naked captive dance on tip toe before him. Three more times he unsteadied her just to see her vulnerable body bounce and sway.

Finally he had had enough and tore off his loincloth. His dick was hard as a rock and as big as her arm. She squeezed her legs together in horror as he approached, but he had other plans. Releasing a lever that was painfully out of her reach, he added a few feet of slack to the chain. This sudden change dropped her to her knees, and when she looked up all she could see was his engorged cock looming over her.