Overlord Chronicles

Halfling Slave Camps Part 1 (M/M/F, Oral, N/C, tort, snuff)



Note, contains somewhat more plot development than sex, but still has some juicy scenes!



The Overlord continued down the path with his troop of minions, following the wooden signs pointing towards Spree. Suddenly, he stopped, spying something in the grass ahead of him. Looking more closely, he observed several Halflings asleep on guard duty, lying about in the grass. The minions, eager for blood, made to rush the enemies, but the Overlord held up a gauntleted hand, stopping them. There were easier ways to cook a Halfling… literally. Leveling his hand at the patch of grass, he called up his stores of magical power, and let loose a jet of flame. The grass, having become dry and extremely flammable from the summer sun, immediately caught fire. The Halflings woke up to find themselves on fire, their skin blistering and peeling. They ran around in circles, desperately looking for a source of water, until one by one they collapsed, dead. The Overlord waited until the flames died down, then sent his minions to loot. Stupid Halflings. They smelled as bad cooked as they did alive.



Marching up to the gates of Spree, the Overlord was surprised and not a little annoyed that they were closed. Soon, a sentry appeared at the watchtower. “Go away, yeh Halflings! Haven’t you taken enough of our men for your slave camps and women for your sick pleasure?! We’ve got nothing else to give you! Away! Be gone before I shoot you!”



The Overlord paused to consider. On the one hand, this impudent fool was trying to stand against him. However, the Halfling slave camp sounded interesting, since it would probably allow him to strengthen his minions. Deciding to begin his assault on Spree once better prepared, the Overlord stalked off on the path towards the Halfling slave camps.



Approaching the wooden barricades to the camp, the Overlord heard human screams, and the gleeful laughter of Halflings. From the sounds of it, there was a whole horde of them present. Silently commanding his minions to stay put, the Overlord stalked up to the barricades, and looked over them.



The area was a mess. Bound and chained humans, both men and women, were divided into several groups. Halflings ran back and forth, keeping the humans in line, using whips when needed, herding them about. The men were lined up and inspected to see if they were physically fit for work. Those deemed unfit were immediately dispatched with a quick thrust of a spear or stab of a sword. Unconcerned with the fate of these men, the Overlord then looked over towards where the women were kept. They were in two groups, with the majority in one group, and three in another. Each had a wooden sign around her neck, with their name written on it.



As he watched, one of the women from the group of three, who appeared to be in her early twenties, was led up to a raised platform. Her arms were tied to a hanging rope above her, and her legs spread and chained to iron hoops in the ground. Her sign, which read Lily, was hung on a peg beside her. Several Halflings walked around her, examining her body, poking and prodding her. One grinned, and reached up to tear off her shirt, exposing amble breasts that, despite their size, refused to sag. He grunted in appreciation, and reached up to stroke and fondle them, running his rough fingers and palms over the nipples, observing how they stood erect from the contact. Lily was crying and trembling, but she didn’t dare scream or struggle, knowing that would simply get her beaten again.



“She looks good enough. Test her!” the Halfling examining her declared, and two eager looking Halflings waddled up the stage. Lily was untied, and forced onto her hands and knees, her legs still spread. One Halfling moved up between her legs, while the other walked to her face, reaching under his loincloth to pull out his half rigid member. Lily recoiled from the overwhelming stench that came from his crotch, but the Halfling just laughed, ruthlessly backhanded her, then grabbed her hair with one hand, yanking her head forward, while pinching her nose shut with his other hand. Lily held her breath for as long as she could, but eventually she was forced to open her mouth to draw a deep gasp of air, and at that moment the Halfling forced his cock between her lips, past her tongue, and down her throat, while still pinching her nose.



Lily gagged and began choking, unable to draw air around the large cock invading her mouth, desperately trying to free herself from the Halfling’s grasp. Stars burst in front of her eyes, and the Halfling kept sliding his cock past her lips, enjoying the warm velvet feeling of her tongue against the bottom of his shaft, her throat contracting and spasming around the tip. Finally, as she was about to black out, he released her nose, and she inhaled deeply, despite the stench that filled her nostrils. Just as she was recovering, the second Halfling behind her shoved his member into her still dry pussy, knocking the breath out of her again. She groaned in pain, her throat vibrating around the cock in her mouth, and shuddered as the two Halflings began fucking her. The one behind her began slapping her round ass cheeks, leaving red welts ending in scratches that oozed blood where his long hard nails dug into her tender flesh. The one fucking her mouth reached down, and pinched her nipples, twisting them until she let out a muffled scream. The two pumped repeatedly into her, until the one behind her came first, filling her womb with his hot spunk. Then the one in her mouth pulled out, and forced her head back by yanking her hair. He groaned, and began spurting large globs of thick semen all over her face, coating her chin, cheeks, nose, and eyes, several globs going into her mouth and hitting her tongue, forcing her to swallow the bitter liquid. Both sated, the Halflings stepped back, and each gave a thumbs up.



“She passes the test!” the first Halfling announced, and, using a piece of chalk, drew a check next to her name on the wooden sign. Another Halfling tossed Lily a dirty ragged looking brown one piece robe, which she quickly put on, before she was again chained and bound, and led to the second group of women. “Next!” the Halfling called, and the last woman was led up to the stage.



This woman, named Catherine, appeared to be in her mid to late thirties, and, although still fairly attractive, was starting to show wrinkles on her face. The Halfling walked around her, and, as with the previous woman, ripped off her dress. He seemed to approve of her breasts, but then frowned when he saw her stomach. “This one here’s got stretch marks! The boss hates them! Get rid of her!” So saying, he took the piece of chalk, and scratched a large X besides her name.



Several Halflings armed with spears marched up, and taking hold of the now screaming and struggling woman, dragged her towards a pit with twenty feet high wooden spikes surrounding it. Opening a small access gate, they tossed her inside, and then quickly slammed it shut again. Immediately, a group of Halflings surrounded the pit, chattering excitedly, apparently eager to see what was to happen. A roar reverberated through the air, as a troll, over ten feet tall, ambled into the pit and towards the woman. Seeing her naked flesh, the troll became aroused, the woman’s screams became wails of pure terror as she watched his member grow to over two feet long and six inches wide.



The troll grabbed her as she tried to run, pressed her into the ground, forced her legs apart with one hand, and then placed his cock against her entrance. The troll thrust forwards with brute power, and the woman screamed as the impossibly large cock tore through her pussy, barely entering two inches. The troll snarled, and thrust forwards again, forcing another four inches into her ravaged and bleeding pussy, shredding her inner walls. The woman felt the head of his cock hit her cervix, and prayed that the troll would stop. The troll, however, who at this point hadn’t even embedded a fourth of his rod, pressed down again, forcing his way through her cervix and hitting her womb with one thrust. The woman’s mouth opened, but she was in too much pain to even scream, and after a violent thrashing, she mercifully passed out.



Frustrated by his attempts to fuck the woman, the troll howled, and, grabbing her waist, shook her violently, slamming her against the ground. There was a loud SNAP as her spine broke from the whiplash, and then a sickening crunch as her head hit a large rock, splattering her brains over the ground. Smelling the fresh blood, the troll’s lust turned to hunger, and he brought the woman’s lifeless corpse up to his head, and began to tear into her flesh. The Halflings, having seen enough, turned away. The third woman was also judged in the same fashion, and, having passed herded into the second group, which now held 23 women. Having finished the sorting, the Halflings chained the troll again, and then lead the remaining humans down the path and through the gate to the prisons, which clanged shut behind them. The Overlord stepped into the now empty clearing, and gazed impassively at the dead bodies littering the ground.



Then, something half buried in the ground caught his eye. There was something white poking out of the ground, and magical energy was radiating from it. Summoning his minions, he quickly had them dig it out. The Overlord felt anticipation and excitement fill him as the object was revealed to be a minion object, giving him the magical power to summon even more of the creatures at a time. The object was quickly returned to the tower, and, now followed by a sizeable horde, the Overlord set off for the slave camp gates.



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As you may note, the Overlord himself hasn’t gotten a piece of action yet; so far it’s all been Halflings having all the fun. Don’t worry! The Overlord will make his debut soon, and it’ll be worth waiting for.



Part 2 of the slave camps coming soon!