For the women who still actually wore their clothes, it was important that the clothes be washed. Not only from the day to day wear of sweat, of food, of animal blood for the hunters. But of cum. So much cum. Everyone's clothes were stained with cum and constantly needing to be washed, and few of the women actually took their clothes to be washed as often as they should have been. Some were even horny enough to like reeking of sex so hard among each other as their time in the sex-obsessed tribal lifestyle became more normalized and more steady.
Shenhe and Noelle were, that day, on clothes duty, bringing with them a bunch of Hilichurls so they could wash clothes over on the shore away from camp, with the men carrying other things that needed washing. That was a good plan. A reasonable idea that was only undercut by one thing.
Shenhe was possibly the biggest slut for gangbangs in camp.
All too quickly after shedding her clothes to 'wash' in the water, Shenhe was taking on six Hilichurls at once, her holes stuffed to the brim with fat cock and the spasming of her throat ringing out with wild, miraculously demented fever. She wasn't subtle about any of it, throwing herself right in to these pleasures and embracing the wicked spectacle and ferocity of wanting to give in to this pleasure. She couldn't speak with so much dick down her throat, but that was precisely how Shenhe wanted it, throwing herself into choking down every inch of pulsating cock she could.
Two of them fucked her holes. Another two stood by her sides to receive reckless handjobs. One stood at a weird angle to get at her heaving tits, pounding them with his own cock. It was so much dick at once, overdrive for a sloppy whore like Shenhe, but she was a good gangbang slut, prepared to take them on and prepared to give herself up in full to everything that they did to her. The stubborn satisfaction that she threw herself into demanded it, and she was just so happy to let loose her thoughts under the crushing weight of this surrender and the throbbing need behind it. It was too good, her thoughts happily unraveling and every burn of pure obsession urging her to just need more and more. The insatiable chaos and the lust left her in a good position, never able to resist her lusts.
Noelle hadn't come here quite as directly to get dicked down as Shenhe had, but the former maid also happily gave in to the burn of getting triple penetrated by huge cocks tearing her apart, stretched out by the aching slabs of hot cock flesh that slammed down into her, keeping up pleasures that kept up their most senseless of spectacles now. She slurped noisily down on the cock, moaning with hopeless obsession, the chaotic lust she wanted to give in to ever deeper, throbbing under the most senseless and spectacular of hungers now. She needed to give in to the pleasure and fire of what she lost herself to. Everything taking her to the limit kept up pleasures and fires she needed more and more of.
The Hilichurls happily pounding away at the girls kept up their shameless, spectacular attentions to keep indulging in. They weren't ever going to resist tight holes demanding more from this; rather than having to take control of holes, they were offered them, and they couldn't possibly ignore the possibilities and the greedy joys of madly pounding forward, keeping up this storm of wild satisfaction, the lusts to keep pushing for more of. There was no reason to efforts to get the work done.
Shenhe didn't care. Writhing in almost feral devotion while impaled on so much dick that she couldn't think, she threw everything she had into the wicked surrender of taking on every stroke, every slam, every reckless thrust that invited her to feel better and hotter about giving in to all of this. There was no escaping the need inside of her, no fighting just how sorely she had to give in to these spectacular lusts now. It was so perfect, so simple. Almost pitifully easy once she wrapped her thoughts around what she was doing. Stroking and sucking and letting her gorgeous body get put through its paces, Shenhe took pride in being a sloppy gangbang slut who could satisfy so many cocks like a pro.
Maybe this wasn't quite as much an issue of burning, throbbing pride for Noelle, but the pleasure all came out to the same general idea in the end. Noelle loved to serve, which required some very different approaches here than it did in the life she left behind. Having her holes stuffed full of cock, being tribal fuckmeat for every Hilichurl around her, was something that helped keep Noelle in a good position, helped her become powerlessly lost to the commitment and surrender of giving up completely There was no hesitation, no control. Restraint was a distant nothing of a thought to her now in her surrender to these lusts. There was no escape, no reason for there to want to be. Noelle found purpose all the same.
Both women either way threw away any semblance of 'purpose' that their cleaning duties were supposed to offer them, leaving only the brilliant insanity of giving up to their lusts, falling into deeper spectacle and allowing their thoughts to falter, allowing any reality of this situation to simply stop mattering to them. They were so full of cock that it was impossible to think, impossible to do anything but give up to these ideas, the weirder heats that continued to compel this into deeper, stranger excitements. The pleasure all offered itself up, one way or another, to the ultimate destination of a crushing ecstasy that it became impossible to feel as anything but what they needed most. The pleasure did so much to them, an excessive and sloppy burn of feelings that all focused itself with singular intent on to one very simple idea.
The idea of falling completely to fucking pieces.
There was a kind of orgasm Shenhe got from being fucked by six men at once that was simply unlike anything else she knew. There was just so much to the sense of being used, of being dominated and claimed and had by these Hilichurls that made her feel like she couldn't have wanted it any other way. Every bit of her body conquered, stretched, flooded with cum while she crashed into the deep end of an ecstasy that kept her ravenously addicted. The burn of raw pleasure seared across her with addictive fever, every desire she craved down at its deepest core ripping across her, tearing her asunder with a beautiful need for more. Noelle was right there with her, taking the gooey eruption of molten seed, happy to be taken to the limit and proud to fall so completely to pieces for this mess now. She was a thoroughly addicted wreck, sloppily hooked only on giving herself up fully to this mess.
Both girls shook by the shoreline, cocks withdrawing slowly from their holes, and from Shenhe's hands and tits. Noelle and Shenhe now needed a cleaning as much as the clothes they brought did, but that was all part of the fun. They'd take a dip in the water, then get dirty again on their way back to camp. The vicious, indulgent cycle that kept the girls strung out and loving every second of their lives.
"Woe, I have lost to the monstrous the conquerors who have razed my village and taken me as their--mmpph mppgph gluk gluk--as their slave. The Prinzessin has been rendered naught but a pleasure toy for foul beasts who wish to defile the unholy essence inside of he--glug glurk gack!"
There were no story books in the camp. Of course there weren't. Fischl was left with nothing but her own imagination and the desperate need to express it through whatever means she could otherwise, which turned into lots of elaborate roleplay scenarios she could run completely on her own. The problem of language barrier and the fact none of these Hilichurls spoke her language didn't exactly make it easy, but playing by herself was something Fischl was always used to doing, so she happily played at these little adventures herself.
With her hands tied behind her back, Fischl was on her knees, giving hands-free worship to the monstrously hung Hilichurl in front of her, her tongue slithering around his cock and tending with noisy lip smacks to him. Her sloppy oral worship was entirely voluntary; she'd tied hands up herself with some ropework she'd learned how to do that she could ease up when she wanted to. But in the moment, it was tight, rope digging into her hands while she pretended to be conquered by this 'rapist' Hilichurl even though she kept shoving her face down into his nuts and taking in deep breaths to savour every bit of his powerful aroma.
"I will never break to the powerful musk of a brutish, tribal conqueror and his delicious, fat cock. I will never drool all over the sweaty balls of the conquering monster who took me prisoner, I can't possibly--mmph mmph-- I won't break for your villainy! The dark powers within me are to be feared, and cannot be tamed by such simple creatures and huge, sweaty cocks!" Her tongue did its work in slithering around madly, the relentless desire carrying her to keep serving him deeper, strung out on the wild satisfaction and surrender that continued to work its damage on her in the best of ways. Fischl was desperate, sloppy, obsessed with the utter desperation of giving up to this pleasure, of letting herself falter under what it wanted from her. She was a sloppy wreck, committed in full to anything that could rip her thoughts to pieces.
The ache between her legs was maddening. Self-denial was part of why she did it this way, forcing herself to rub her thighs together and crave getting them spread open by a Hilichurl who just casually used her. But until that happened, huffing the heavy nuts and slurping down a massive throat clogger of a cock kept her in a different state, happily strung out and wanting to feel the compelling desire drag her in tighter, wanting to simply unravel under the idea of pure, cloying surrender. Dizzy desire and hopeless lust got to her in powerful ways, and she just had to fall apart for all of it.
Desperate only to worship cock and lose her fucking mind, Fischl continued her mad decline, pushing forward with the singular goal of letting the ecstasy rip across her, letting devotion and hunger and the frenzy of letting go do to her things that continued to drive her mad. Drunk on cock and slurping harder on it to keep herself there, Fischl was ready to lose all semblance of dignity, unreasonable and hopeless under the pleasure and the weight of what all continued to drive her mad with desire. She was so devoted to giving in, slurping noisier, sucking with all she had, just obsessively giving up with obsessive surrender to whatever she could get. Her praise of these balls deserved only her most exhausting push, a sloppiness carrying her to crave whatever she could get from this.
Carried by her unstoppable lust, Fischl gagged down the cock, unable to speak or continue her elaborate tale, faltering under the dizzying euphoria of just serving and slobbering. She wanted to give in to the pleasures that tore her asunder, obsessive and sloppy with a continued desire she was happily falling apart under. Drool dripping down from her lips and the crushing chaos that guided her along in this mess held tightly to Fischl, and the overbearing joy only felt hotter and better for her by the second. Throwing herself into pure submission was so easy. Almost trivial. Everything that she did was a chance to fall harder to pieces, to burn brighter under the weight of pure need and obsession, unable to focus or think straight but knowing that she was happily falling to pieces now for this.
Oh, to be the hopeless princess dragged from her kingdom and forced to service this fearsome Hilichurl stud, his skin gleaming with sweat after 'subjugating her people and razing her town'. The castle was in ruins. Her life was over as she knew it, and all of her magical journeys had come to this bad end at the hands of the kind of monster she should have been able to stand against hordes of. Her powers failed her, her despair consumed her, and all she could do was suck. Suck on the cock of the creature here to subjugate her. With that silly story running through her mind to keep her heart pounding and her thoughts plunging into weirder heat, Fischl was happy to commit and to drown herself in the ecstasy of delusion. Roleplaying by herself while worshiping cock was weird, but not too much weirder than what she was up to in her old life anyway.
To gag down a cock and 'lose' to it as the fallen princess unable to escape her masochistic surrender to her conquerors helped keep her imagination well worked and stretched, kept her sputtering happily down on the cock with single-minded fever and a desire that plunged her right into the deep end. She was so good, so behaved, so ready to lose her fucking mind, and the pleasure sent her spiraling into submission and delirium, into the obedience and the desire and the lust of just losing herself fully. She fell apart, and she did so happily, but not as happy as the Hilichurl groaning and bucking forward in pursuit of the pleasure this offered, groaning out happily as he yanked her back.
Fischl took the load all over her face, her tongue outstretched and her eyes crossed in appreciation and offering, gleefully marking herself as a sloppy whore ready to take it. She accepted every drop of gooey mess across her face, moaning like a the drunken chuuni whore she was and wriggling against her bindings a little bit.
"Even a vile monster like you would never dare pierce my maidenhood," she whined. "Never break my purity and ruin me forever. Right. Right?'
But the language barrier and the utter nonsense that her words became to the Hilichurl left him uncaring about that as he yanked on her hair and forced her back down on his cock for another go, recklessly indulging some more in Fischl at the expense of how badly her pussy was starting to throb.