Thracker growled and slammed in harder as I orgasmed. I panted and whimpered then he ground me down on his cock, going deeper than he had been before. I gripped his forearms as I strained against the feel of him. His massive dick began throbbing hard against my stretched walls, pumping warm, thick, green cum inside my body until I was sure I could taste it.
He began to thrust again, roaring more. His roar was so loud it was deafening. It was brutal and mean and showed just how much he enjoyed my tight holes. Cum dripped and oozed from my pussy as more shot up inside me. Then I felt throbbing in my ass and his second cock began to spill his seed too.
I felt it warm and plentiful as it gushed into my ass. When he finally tugged me off of him, I was a mess—thick, green liquid all over me. I was sore, possibly internally fucked, and more satisfied than I ever imagined possible. He oh-so-gently laid me on the ground and I smiled in satisfaction.
Chapter4
Sammie
Before I could fall asleep I realized one of the camera drones was hovering nearby. Several of them actually. There was even one close to the ground, aimed upwards for a different angle of the show we’d just put forth. They’d just live-streamed me raw dogging an ogre to millions of families across the world.
A static noise came from the drone as Thracker retrieved his loincloth and adjusted it back around his hips.
“Um, you’ve won,” the show host’s voice came over through the speaker, sounding unsure with his words.
“What?” I asked with a raspy, slurred voice.
“Uh… everyone else is dead and you aren’t.” The drone turned its camera towards the ogre then slowly shifted back to me. “If you can make it to the pickup area, you’ll win.”
“Oh,” I said, the gears in my head slowly starting to move again. “Yeah, okay.” I closed my eyes and got ready for a nap.
“You might want to hurry?” The show host asked instead of stating. Thracker came stomping over and punched the drone from the sky. It landed on the ground and he stomped on it. When he lifted his foot it was practically flattened.
“You’ll leave when I’m done with your human body,” Thracker growled.
“I’ll leave when I damn well want to,” I shot back. An awkward silence came over us.
“You aren’t leaving…” He stated in confusion, watching me stay nestled on the ground. Honestly, I wasn’t sure I could get up if I wanted to. Ididn’twant to though.
“Not yet, maybe later.”
“Later?” He asked.
“Yeah, I'm not leaving until I'm done with your ogre cocks,” I responded, mimicking his words. Thracker’s face spread slowly in a smile.
I was in no rush, what was the point of that? Apparently, I was now a free woman—a full pardon and half a million dollars. Which, in my opinion, could be a lot more. I’d had half a million dollars before. Hell, I’d had millions. Money had a funny way of being spent. Half a million would give me a few good times.
My tired gaze shifted around the island lagoon, taking in the impressive flora while basking in the intense humidity. A boat, I decided. I was going to buy a boat and I was going to use it to do a few heists, steal a lot of money, and be a very happy woman. Did that make me a pirate? I chuckled. Life was looking pretty good. I was currently rich and the most well fucked person in the history of humanity, my aching organs could attest to that.
“You don’t have a cigarette, do you?” I asked, my voice a tired drawl as I stretched my arms and let my eyes slip closed.
“I have many things from the previous times humans have been dropped here.” Thracker’s voice grew more distant as I visualized being on my boat. I was wearing the skimpiest little two-piece and compensated by having the largest hat impossible. I could hear the waves and feel the boat bobbing. The sound of gunfire was in the background, punctuating my team’s ascent onto the cruise ship filled with a bunch of leisurely rich people just begging for someone to liberate their money and jewelry.
“Please take it, Sammie. We have way too much!”I imagined them saying.
A smile curved my face as I basked in the sun on my boat. There was a roar intermingled with the gunfire and I chuckled at myself. I guess I had it bad because here I was imagining my ogre in this future. A great green beast ripping people open like pinatas so that their gold would rain down into my waiting hands.
Something hard slapped my face and I bolted upright. I’d been sleeping and now I was somewhere dark and gray. Monster Island’s showboat host was bug-eyed in front of me. He was svelte with brown skin and a tight one-piece made of spandex. Gold rings were on every finger and his hair was bright red and shaped in dramatic one-foot spikes.
He slapped me again, apparently because he simply wanted to—obviously, I was already fucking awake.
“Do it again and it’s the last time you’ll have use of that hand,” I snapped. “Where am I? Where’s Thracker?” The host pulled back his hand and ground his perfect white teeth, shaking his head as he stared in anger at me. He wanted to slap the shit out of me again, I could tell. He hissed and dropped his hand, probably realizing my threat wasn’t empty considering I was a violent felon.
“I’m in deep shit because of you,” he said, spinning around and lifting his arms dramatically. “You justhadto fuck one of them didn’t you?” He spun back around and got up in my face. “I knew there was something off about you the moment I saw your show intro.”
“Oh please,” I huffed, pushing him away and standing up to stretch my body. Oof, pussy, ass, and organs were still feeling like I fucked the horn of a rhino.
“I have a sixth sense forbullshit,” he punctuated his words like each one was a bullet shot from a gun. His mouth pinched in anger.
