The Mercenary sat despondently in the makeshift cage he awoke in, the mental image of his comrades running away simmered his blood as he grumbled to himself.
He was the only one unfortunate enough to be captured alive by the fleshy, shambling horror, the rest of his company routed and legged it moments after he was knocked out cold.
He sat in the dirt with nothing but his skivvies, every other scrap of armor or article of clothing was stripped before he even awoke. The large pyre the thing had lit was at least large enough to keep the spacious cave relatively warm, as he scornfully watched it gorge itself on some stashed animal carrion; its belly visibly swelling with the amount it was consuming.


The disgraced lieutenant had no shortage of hatred for the malodorous, multi-limbed monstrosities, having lost plenty of friends in skirmishes against them in the past. Their will is unbreakable, and they fight relentlessly. 
Oddly enough, they prefer to incapacitate, rather than simply squashing their foes to death.


The Mercenary never knew exactly why, but was soon going to find out for himself, as the now stuffed specimen clumsily staggered up to his cage; its distended, audibly churning belly dragged along the ground as it closed the distance.


Even though this one was on the shorter side, it still effortlessly mogged the merc, in every sense of the word. The monster was twelve feet tall on all fours, and stood upon two pairs of powerful legs. Each of which was covered in a prodigious layer of pale pink, sweaty blubber. Its skin was similar to that of a humans, only it was completely devoid of hair.
The rear pair of legs were almost two times the size of the front pair, giving it a distinctly pear shaped lower half. 
Its upper half was more of the same, with its sweat soaked, pale pink skin, its jiggly moobs, muscular arms, and tubby frame.
 
The only thing that defied description was its face. It was seemingly bereft of a lot of things you’d expect a living thing to need; namely its eyes, ears, and a nose. Its face simply appeared to be a smooth, featureless void; until it opened its mouth.


Contorting its paper thin lips into a devious grin, revealed two rows of gnarled, off-white daggers that adorned its slender jaw; the stench of decay wafting through the gaps of its closed teeth as it purred.


It was clearly proud of itself, as it stared down at the merc through its concealed eyes, excitedly thinking about what to do first. Meanwhile, the mercenary’s gaze was darting around frantically, looking for a fault in his cage and a route of escape. Neither of which presented themselves to him clearly, as his attention was being diverted to the grinning, foul-smelling monstrosity that was looming over his cage.


The beast, relishing in its prey’s panic, simply stood there and watched him desperately look for a fault in his cage. There were a couple of wide gaps, but the dim lighting and rapidly mounting terror made it hard for him to focus on them; bringing him to a false conclusion.
“There is no escape.” The invasive thought chilled his blood as his shaky gaze steadied onto his captor, who’s breathing was noticeably heavy.
A stray ray of the setting sun shone into the cave, revealing the monster’s hardening slab of a shaft as it poked out from beneath its burgeoned belly; huffing excitedly as its foreskin leaked pre in a viscous stream. 


The Mercenary, upon noticing its chub, put two and two together rather quickly. He just about popped his eyeballs out the sockets with how quickly they shot open.  


He decided to charge at the wooden bars to break through, and try to leg it.
Even if he was killed, death was a preferable alternative to whatever that foul thing had in mind for him.


Yet before he could put his desperate plan into action, the monster grew wise to his scheme; reached down through the open roof, and grabbed the thrashing little soldier by both of his arms. 
For the first time in his professional career, the soldier screamed for his life as he was brought face to face with the eerie, inhuman smile of his well-endowed captor. 
He had fought these things, sure, but he was never truly at their mercy like he was this one. He began to kick, swinging around chaotically in a desperate attempt to break free and flee.
The creature responded with a sultry coo and teasingly shushed the crying little merc. 


Bizarrely enough, it kind of worked, as he felt an unnatural wave of calming energy wash over his limbs; involuntarily reducing his fearful cries and violent thrashing, to mere whimpers and half-hearted squirming. The fear he felt was just as strong in his mind, but his body’s reaction to it had been dampened ever-so-slightly, just enough to prevent him from escaping; but still more than enough for the monster to savor it.


Having subdued him adequately, the thing playfully tossed him a couple of feet forwards, hitting a wall and then the hard cave floor. The merc hit the moss covered wall on his back, and then flopped forward onto the floor. Sensing the opportunity, he tried to climb to his feet and run; but he could scarcely control his limbs. It felt as if he were trying to move in a dream, or through a tub of pudding. His arms and legs refused to obey. The monster took its time closing the distance, teasing its throbbing meat as it did so.  


Before he could ponder what kind of damage had been done by the rough fall, he was greeted by the horrifying sensation of the tips of the creature’s clammy fingers planting themselves on the side of his abdomen, followed by him being flipped over onto his back soon after, his feet facing away from the beast. He whimpered as he looked up, trying to scoot away from the monster’s sweaty paunch as it began to loom over his face. Its skin was paper thin and smoother than silk; but obscenely foul with a layer of sweat based grime that coated every square-inch of its feculent hide.


Its swampy, pre-dripping, offensively scented shaft followed soon after.
Despite its monstrous size, its penis was shaped like a human’s; with loose, leathery testicles that were steaming as they dragged along the ground, leaving a trail of slimy grime; and a veiny, gargantuan shaft that dripped with acrid sweat whenever it twitched.


At the end of which, was the magenta colored tip that peeked through the creature's tight foreskin. The slop soaked tip was in a league of its own, as the constant supply of salty sweat and pre-cum mixed, forming a particularly odious mixture that soaked the merc’s shuddering body as it hovered its dick above him, plopping it down onto him as it felt appropriate.


It soon hovered the tip of its dick over his face, fully peeling its uncomfortably tight foreskin back. The stench of stale pre-cum and unwashed urine hit the little merc like a cannonball straight to the face, as it began rubbing it in moments after; wiping its pungent pisser all over his mouth and nose. It was unbearably rank, as if the beast hadn’t peeled opened it’s foreskin in 2 weeks, and simply let it’s sex marinate in the stench.


Tears were rolling down the mercenary’s cheeks as he compelled his limbs to thrash as much as they physically could, which was little more than some spirited squirming at the best of times. It couldn’t help but chuckled as it reached underneath itself, grabbed its own tip, and forced it further into its toy’s face, until eventually its piss slit began to stretch.
He gasped deeply as his entire head was slowly pushed into the monster’s urethra with a sickening *ssscchhlliick*, taking as deep a breath as he could. Its insides were frighteningly tight, as his skull was being squeezed and sucked on within the tight confines of the thing’s twitching tip.


It was releasing deep, guttural moans as it used the merc’s head as a sounding plug. It occasionally took him out, each time with an aggressive *POP!*, to grant him some oxygen as it shuddered and gasped, before shoving his head back in; each time more aggressive than the last.


This carried on for about seven minutes, as It was apparently all the monster could take.
The poor thing was clearly pent up.
The merc’s neck popped as his noggin was forced in roughly one last time. He could feel the confines constricting around his neck as he found himself getting blasted with a face full of tart, sticky semen, clogging his senses as he was unceremoniously shot out onto the ground; followed by a torrent of curdled cum coating his body.


It smelled about as bad as it felt on his bare skin, the closest thing he could compare the stench to was a fishery and a bucket of spoiled butter. He tried his best not to dwell on it, and focused instead on the fact that his neck wasn’t broken, which was nice. He could also breathe, that was also going for him.
The merc’s situation had given him a newfound appreciation for the little things.


Of course, he had little time to savor them. As the soldier turned sex toy was wiping the excess spunk off his brow, he was interrupted by something else that had assailed his senses. Namely, the malodorous pair of mounds that were about to descend onto his face.


While he was wiping the rancid seed off of his face, the monster had turned around, and positioned its ass just above him. It gave its plaything plenty of time to finish what it was doing, chuckling all the while. It did this exclusively so the toy soldier could see what exactly was about to descend upon him.


Resting atop its voluptuous thighs, were the mucky mounds that he was about to become very acquainted with. Its ass was similar to the rest of its body, grody yet gropable, but with an added element that amplified his revulsion by a magnitude of ten.


It wasn’t even on his mug yet and he could already smell it. The malodorous miasma seemed to fall down as if it were flowing like a liquid, assaulting his nose with the feculent stink of its unwashed crack. Using its gangly upper arms, it reached back and slowly parted its crap-caked mounds, twitching its wrinkled, wagon-wheel sized hole twitching in anticipation; giving him a good hard look at exactly what was assailing him.


Its formerly pink lil’ button had been stained brown and stretched open from years of neglect, and toilet busting turds; with the anus itself easily being the size of his chest by now. The wrinkles that adorned its donut were easily a half inch deep at some points. Feeling satisfied with how long he’d been staring in terror, the horror finally rested its haunches, and planted its pucker onto the exhausted little toy.


The thoroughly humbled lieutenant could still muster the strength to squirm, as his entire being was smothered with the grinning thing’s begrimed buttcheeks, and pungent pucker. The smell was mind-numbingly foul, as it was both feculent and decayed. The thing’s butt covered his upper half, while it adjusted its cruddy nuts to cover his lower half. 


Once it was satisfied with its position, and how smothered the little merc was, it firmly planted its rear onto his face, puckering it wide enough to flash him a view, and a whiff, of the inside of its thoroughly packed rectum.


[i]*Grrrrgrlmfglr*[/i] 


The rumbling of the thing’s insides could be heard and felt, as his eyes widened in horror at the realization. It lifted its ass up just slightly, while puckering its wrinkled butthole especially wide, which was followed by a moist pillar of gas billowing out of its ass, and up into his nostrils.


[b]*Prrfrpfptfptmfghtfmt!*[/b]


The hot, damp air felt as if it could drown him if exposed to too much, and it smelled like a mass grave during a heat wave. Another gurgle emanated from deep within it, renewing the soldier’s vigor entirely as he began desperately thrashing, trying in vain to worm his way out from beneath its cheeks. It responded by beginning to jack itself off with a free limb, enjoying his struggle against its hole quite a bit.


It did little, except causing the beast to push down, even harder into the ground this time. His struggling soon coaxed another, fouler expulsion out from its eagerly twitching starfish.
[b][i]*Prfmgshgftfshrbrshrfhpgbp!*[/i][/b] 


That one was more than a fart, as he felt his mouth filling up with semi-solid monster scat, until it started overflowing out of his nostrils, and through gaps in his lips, covering his face soon after. He immediately attempted to turn his head away, and retch it out; but the downward pressure from its pucker on his head prevented him from doing so. Despite the rancid smell, its shit had a sickeningly sweet accent, and a grainy texture to it. 
The merc was stuck as the monster’s fart-rag, and toilet, for now.


He could hear its guts working hard, churning and gurgling as it broke down the prodigious amount of carrion it had consumed not even an hour ago, turning it into more rancid farts to fill his lungs with, and scat to coat more of his body. Soon, he was covered from head to toe in slimy corpse creeper dung.


Though even as bad as toilet duty was, it paled in comparison to his next, more harrowing task. He felt his mid–section being grabbed, followed by him being placed onto his feet, standing straight. He wiped the crap from his eyes, only to see the thing’s rubbery shithole effortlessly wrap around his shoulders, followed by his torso, and then his legs. He was consumed by the beast’s butt in mere moments, gulped up into its rectum, as it decided his role was to act as a buttplug while it took a nap.


The damp, sweltering heat made it almost impossible to breathe normally already, its rancid rectal winds sealed the deal as they gathered and further compounded the problem. Soon he didn’t have enough oxygen to breathe as he felt noticeably loopy. His only solution was to give it a rimjob from the inside, desperately making out with the inside of its pucker to suck in fresh air from the outside through its tightly wrinkled orifice.


The mercenary kept it up for as long as he could, as he felt his entire body being encased in the unfathomably foul muck within minutes of being confined in the thing’s colon. The only thing not trapped within a log was his mouth, which was desperately latched onto the inside of his captor’s hole, for a somewhat steady supply of breathable air.
The one thing he didn’t want to put his mouth anywhere near was now his saving grace, as he patiently awaited the beast to wake up, mostly likely to repeat the events of yesterday all over again.


He closed his eyes, getting a few precious minutes of rest.


One last blast of gas accumulated around him, as he felt the fleshy, turd-packed tube-sock beginning to press down on him from all sides. Its rectum methodically pushed the log he was trapped in, back out onto the ground.
From the outside, it was snoring heavily as its hole began puckering. After the third twitch of its donut, a muffled [i]prrfrpbtf[/i] slipped out, followed by a solid log of putrid monster dung snaking its way out within about five seconds.


It was punctuated by one last, especially loud [b]BRRRAFPTFPTSH![/b], the force of which separated its cheeks and shot bits of shit all over its cave. Meanwhile, the soldier began digging his way out of the mound of muck he’d found himself buried in.


“Fuck soldiering, I’m farming from now on.” The now retired mercenary thought, as he breathlessly trudged towards the cave exit, thankful that he had at least survived this unspeakable ordeal. 




 
    


  






 






   


 








   


 






















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