I tremble as I tread the dark tunnels to the ogre’s cave. The underground realm is lit up with a greenish light caused by some freak property of the rocks. The tunnel opens out into a cave. I cover my nose and mouth with my hand as the foul odour hits me. It really stinks here, like rotting meat and faeces. The cave is dimply lit and the only sound is the dripping of water from stalactites above. The water drips from the stalactites into a pool of crystal clear water. Where is the ogre?

But then the cave reverberates with the sound of heavy footfalls. A twelve foot monster towers above me. An ogre, bloated and green, with razor sharp teeth. I gasp in shock and fear as he towers above me. My heart races as I take in his monstrous appearance. “Who… who are you?”

“Me name is Grimblarsh,” rumbles the ogre. Why yoo ‘ere?”

Oh my gods, the ogre is wrapped in stinking animal skins, but I can see he’s getting a huge erection. I feel my face growing hot. I try to keep my voice steady as I explain myself. “Yes… that’s right. I’m here to participate in your baby competition. I’m willing to be one of your baby mommas so that I can enter…”

Grimblarsh grins wickedly and leads me to a chamber filled with strange equipment. He leads me into a chamber filled with strange equipment. My heart pounds in my chest as I follow Grimblarsh into the chamber. The strange equipment makes me feel even more uneasy. “What… What is all this stuff for?”

“Check yer health,” says the ogre. “Are yer fertile?”

I’m trying to hide my discomfort and fear. I cannot help but see the ogre’s huge erection… “OK… What do I need to do?”

“Check yoor fertility.” Grimblarsh points at a glass vial on a table.

I take the vial, feeling a mixture of anxiety and determination. I know that this is necessary, but it still feels strange and uncomfortable. “Okay… What do I need to do with this?”

“Fill it with yoor piss,” Grimblarsh explains, pointing to a little pool nearby with a tiny whirlpool.

I nod and walk over to the pool, feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable. I fill the vial, trying to keep my composure as I do so. Once I’m done, I walk back over to Grimblarsh and hand him the vial.

Grimblarsh drinks the contents. “Tasty!”

I feel a wave of revulsion as I watch Grimblarsh drink the contents of the vial. The thought of him drinking my piss is gross, but I know that it’s part of the process. “Is… Is that necessary for checking my fertility?”

The ogre’s huge, green, meaty hands close around me and lift me as easily as if I were a doll. I struggle and scream as he tears off my clothes, feeling utterly powerless against his strength. I try in vain to cover my lady parts with my hands, but to no avail. “No! Stop! What are you doing?!”

But the ogre tosses me onto a table and begins examining my body. I lie on the table, feeling exposed and vulnerable. Grimblarsh’s touch is rough and clinical as he examines my body. “Please… don’t do this…”

The huge green ogre touches my abdomen and pelvis and talks aloud. “Freckled face… red hair… bright eyes… ‘ealthy.”

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I shiver as he touches my body, feeling humiliated and degraded by his inspection. I try to shrink away from him, but there’s nowhere for me to go.

Grimblarsh’s cold, greasy fingers, like bright green cucumbers, touch my breasts.

“Good pair of titties. Right size for my baby’s little mouth.”

I feel a wave of disgust as he fondles my breasts, his words making me feel even more objectified and humiliated. I want to scream and protest, but I know that it would do no good. Next Grimblarsh moves to open my mouth. I try to keep my mouth closed, but the ogre’s grip is too strong. I feel his rough hand forcing open my jaw and I feel humiliated and degraded as he examines my throat. I feel a mixture of shame and humiliation as Grimblarsh examines my teeth. I can’t believe that this is happening to me, but I know that there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

“Show us yer minge,” says Grimblarsh.

I try to resist, but Grimblarsh’s strength is too much for me. I feel my legs forges apart by massive green fingers and can feel the ogre ogle and sniff my most intimate parts. I feel completely exposed and vulnerable, like my body is no longer mine to control.

Grimblarsh sniffs me between my legs. “Don’t smell too bad,” he mutters. “Smells like dogfood.”

I feel a wave of shame and disgust as Grimblarsh sniffs at my cervix. The thought of him comparing the scent to dogfood makes me feel even more degraded and humiliated. I’m fighting back tears.

Grimblarsh puts his gigantic green thumb and forefinger on either side of my face and squeezes out my tongue. I try to keep still as the ogre squeezes my face so that my tongue is sticking out to the fullest extent. The pressure is uncomfortable, but I know that fighting back would only make it worse.

“Looks pink. Good,” says the ogre. Mercifully the huge fingers stop squeezing my face. But now I feel a wave of revulsion as Grimblarsh picks me up in his huge green hands and licks my face. His breath and saliva are so disgusting that I feel like gagging, but I know that there’s nothing I can do to stop him. “Yoo ready for breeding now,” says the big green monster.

Grimblarsh carries me into another rocky cavern that’s piled high with stinking animal skins. I feel a wave of disgust and fear as I find myself dumped on the pile of skins. The giant has cast off his own filthy vestments. The sight of Grimblarsh’s naked body is repulsive and his massive erection makes me shiver in dread.

The ogre stands over me. “Ready?” he asks with a terrifying grin.

I feel a sense of helplessness and resignation as Grimblarsh stands over me. I know that there’s nothing I can do to stop what’s about to happen, so I just nod silently.

Grimblarsh looms over me. “Turn over,” he grunts.

I turn over onto my stomach and lie with my head on my folded arms. I lie there on my belly feeling vulnerable and exposed. I can feel the ogre’s hulking form behind me, his huge meaty hands touching me in ways that make me feel degraded and humiliated.

Grimblarsh grabs my hips. “Spread yer legs,” he growls.

I feel a wave of shame and humiliation as Grimblarsh grabs my hips and tells me to spread my legs. I feel like crying, but I know that it won’t do any good, so I just do as the big green ogre says.

Grimblarsh places himself at my opening. “Ready?” he asks.

I feel a sense of resignation as Grimblarsh places himself at my opening. I know there’s no going back now, so I just nod silently and wait for what comes next. The ogre grunts and I feel a sharp pain as he pushes forward and enters me roughly. I feel like my body is being invaded and violated, and I can’t help but let out a gasp of pain.

Grimblarsh keeps pushing deeper and deeper. He grunts loudly and grips my hips tightly. I feel completely filled and stretched by Grimblarsh’s size. The pain is intense, but I try to stay still and bear it as he grips my hips tightly.

Grimblarsh starts moving back and forth inside me. His grunts become louder and more frequent. I feel a sense of helplessness and disgust as the ogre starts moving back and forth inside me. The friction is uncomfortable, but I know that there’s nothing I can do to make it stop. After several minutes, Grimblarsh reaches his climax. With a final grunt, he collapses beside me on the pile of animal hides. I feel a sense of relief, because the ordeal is finally over, but I feel dirty and violated. So this is how I lose my virginity! To a huge green ogre in his stinking cave on a pile of smelly animal skins. Not the experience any girl would dream about! And I can never have my first experience again. This was it.