"We're going to have fun." The ogre that approached your cage is bigger than the others, standing nine feet tall on tree trunk legs. In fact his entire body is all heavy burly muscle. Black hair covers his ruddy skin in a thick curly covering on his arms, legs, chest and stomach, as well as some on his shoulders and back. Thick stubble covers his heavy jaw, and his hair is braided and laced with rocks, bones and other trinkets. His fact though, is strange. It's disturbingly human, but everything about it seems more primitive, he has a heavy brow and thick jaw, dark deep set eyes and a broad nose. Strangest of all are a pair of tusks stick out from behind his bottom lip, in fact as he opens his mouth you can see all his teeth are unnaturally sharp. He wears other decorations besides that in his hair, metal loops through his ears, another through his nose like a bull, and one through each nipple. But the only clothes he wears is a heavily stained loincloth.
The ogre pulls aside its loincloth, shoving his erect penis through the bars of your cage. You back away quickly, staring at the monster thing in front of you. The ogres are bigger than humans in every way, and the cock on this one is no exception. It's as long as your forearm, and just as thick, the heavy balls dangling beneath it are like a pair of very hairy coconuts. The musk wafting off the ogre is so strong it makes you want to gag, especially with his cock this close to you. With how little room you have to move around in the cage, the head of the cock is hovering right in front of your face.
"Touch it." He thrusts his hips against the cage, poking you in the face with the huge cock. You shake your head, there's no way you'd do what he wants. Either way they're probably going to kill you, why give them what he wants. "Touch it!" He commands again, with another buck of his hips against the cage. A smear of foul smelling pre is left across your jaw.
"Stubborn. That is good, stubborn is strong. But you will submit." The ogre pulls back partway from the cage, leaving only the head of his huge cock sticking through the bars of the cage. His huge hand grips his shaft and begins to pump, masturbating himself there right in front of you. The sight is almost too much, but it's hard too look away, almost fascinating. The ogre continues to grunt and stroke at itself, the monster cock pointed right at you, with no where for you to go.
Eventually he lets out a huge roar, and sprays a huge glob of musky cum on you, splattering across your face and shirt. Another hits your square in the face, some getting in your mouth and up your nose. Another hits your forehead, leaving a stick glob through your hair, and it continues like that for eight or nine loads. Once you're covered in what feels like a bucketful of cum the ogre back away and covers himself with his loincloth again, giving you a malicious grin around his tusks. "I'll be back, scrawny human, then we can have more fun. You'll like it more next time." He rattles your cage once before striding off.
You try to scrape as much of the cum off yourself as you can, but it seems to be drying quickly, leaving only a bit of crust on your skin and in your hair which flakes off easily. Your shirt however is a ruined mess, and smells about just as nice as that ogre's loincloth. You peel it off and toss it through the bars of your cage into the woods, better shirtless than having to smell more of that than necessary.
As the evening wears on, despite being shirtless, you feel hotter and hotter, a sheen of sweat breaking out across your forehead and chest. Oddly you hope you're not coming down with something, as if that should worry you. But your thoughts are cut off as your entire body seems to cramp up. You curl up as much as you can inside the cage, willing the pain to go away. It finally seems to ebb after what seems an eternity, allowing you to stretch out a bit again. Though looking down at yourself, something seems terribly off. All your muscles seem bulkier, more defined as if you had been spending the last year working diligently at the gym. You pants are tight against your legs, despite being a little baggy before, they now hug your legs, showing the muscles beneath. You previously hairless chest now has a fine coating of pale hair across it, as do your forearms. Even your hands and feet seem bigger.
You reach up to feel your face, despite having just shaved that morning, at least two days worth of stubble scratches against your hand, and your entire jaw aches, as if you just got punched right in the mouth. You feel around in your mouth with your tongue, and notice two of your teeth seem noticeably pointier than they were before. You suddenly have a very bad feeling about what that ogre is doing to you.