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Possessive hands grabbed and held Estelle tightly and no matter how much she tried to flail they kept her in place. It felt like she was going to burst with how she was stretched in every way and not only was her mouth now being stretched beyond compare her hands right now being forced to try and grip something they could not handle. All of her was in use. Gurgling she would try to speak but nothing would come out since her mouth was full and none of them took pity on her and she’s tried to wiggle and flail out of it but she was impaled both in the front and in the back in with her mouth form she was unable to talk in her hands busy meaning she couldn’t even dig her nails into them. A part of her wished they would end her but then the other part one and two exact revenge on her healer who loved her for this. Not only her healer but her former knight who didn’t try hard enough to save her. It was fortunate for them with her being occupied she couldn’t yell or scream but only whimper in tool as she choked on something with the stench servile she thought her sense of smell would go extinct.

It felt like an eternity and asked when was slamming in her ear and it felt like it would come out of her mouth even though it was full with another's orchood. This was nothing like the first betrayal it felt like she would die from the trauma. Even if she was not enjoying it her body was reacting and even making her wet which made her feel even more disgusting as they used her just like a doll and all she do is pray to every god and goddess of the elves hoping they would send help for and end this soon or at least protect her from becoming a vessel for one of their vile offspring. Even though they will probably not make her climax they know they would leave her full of their seed and leaving her soulless once they finish using her as a receptacle for their possible children.

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Meanwhile Amara was being made to suck Rugorim she was actually following directions, but it was as clear as the bright sunny sky she was inexperienced at such carnal pleasures. Her long silver hair framed her face as his dick member made her mouth stay open so wide it felt like her jaw was going to go numb. Her eyes closed as she would do her best to please him even as her tears flowed like a much needed rainstorm in a drought. When he ordered her to sack he could tell he was trying her best at least this is better than being ravaged like her princess. Perhaps her powers of healing would stay intact and that’s all she want it. Without her gifts she was nothing more than a useless vessel.

Amara. Could not grasp how special she was considering he could have easily used her as a doll to breed and fuck and yet he was showing compassion that she could not even comprehend. Even though he was fucking her face and it was painful and make it hard for her to breathe properly she will continue to train sack even though she will probably not be the most pleasurable experience she was at least more pliable than the fighting princess. When he took her head and held it she did not fight against it but tried her best to take as much as him inside her mouth even though he could hear her gagging and choking as well as sputtering to get air. He was in full control and for now she was his puppet to use as he desired the question was how far would he go and what he make her swallow whatever he was going to give her.
 
Proactive and ambitious in paying horrific homage to her form, the imposing members were getting massaged unwillingly by the elf. They had utilized many under these circumstances, thus it was uncanny how she was just readily used as a public cocksleeve. Every thrust, grip of their appendages was another triumph of a successful battle. Guttural groans were released by them, oblivious to her woes and disregarding any meager threats she carried. Bulging in and out, stuffing their monstrous meats deep down her core. The narrow, snug tightness was preferrable compared to the handmaiden they ruined previously. Eventually, like all others her survival instincts would kick in. Moistening to the sexual pummeling, she get moist by the continued penetrations. That was candidly the first step into shattering the psyche, engineering her supple form to enjoy the touch of orcs.

" She sucks good "

"Tightest elf we orcs have had "

" I want her asshole next "

" Need her alone in my tent "

None of their banter in the orcish tongue could be understood, but their enthuastic moans and the tone suggested something casual. Like sharing a meal with comrades, her body was essentially the same. Her orifices would end up gaping after too long, the gripping tightness unable to fully remain after a few vigorous sessions. Granted elves had an elasticity unlike regular humans,fitting like a glove to their orchoods. Based on the rhythm, sounds emitted and the roughness exhibited..they would be climaxing soon to her relief physically but not mentally. Getting submerged in the juices of your enemy was either flattering or good for the soul..

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Accommodating the colossal creature amid distress, prying her maw wide open in excruciating detail. This was a trial to assess her demeanor, experience in sex and obedience . It was abysmal but the faint willingness was panning her better than the princess. In addition, her magical inclinations fascinated the orc enough to test the grounds of her abilities. Suction wasn't quite to his liking but how many men could honestly offer a good blowjob? Rugorim was cursed with a massive frame and a womb shattering cock to boot. Patting the elf head in some semblance of encouragement , Groaning at the tightening throat muscles as he seized control, pumping his penis down her gullet. The odor was just putrid and the tear in her throat from the girth immensely straining. After a brief moment under the duress did he pause, unwilling to break this one nonchalantly like the rest. Yanking her petite mouth off, unleashing an audible pop with his meat now lazily laying on her forehead. From this distance, the healer could truly be horrified by just how monstrous this phallus was.

" Strp, lay, I bred! " , Rugorim had grown weary of babying this elf and hearing the words breed in his broken tongue was probably demoralizing. Either her virginity was about to be severed or by the grace of the gods he would aim for her asshole which could be deemed a loophole by some clerical circles. Regardless, the mighty orc grew bored and wanted a true sample. Escape was futile, even her untapped potential would be a truly wasteful against one of the few orcs actually capable of casting magic in the first place.
 
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This was a never ending nightmare for Estelle who couldn’t seem to catch a break and even her own healer was off probably living it up while she was suffering being used by these creatures ruining her Royal Blood. The only good thing out of this was she could not understand their language. Even if she couldn’t understand the way they were using her they seem to be enjoying it and didn’t care that she hated every second as she try to wiggle and move and make herself undesirable by them but it wasn’t working at all. They continued using her like a ragdoll stretching her and splitting her as well as making her jaw ache with pain with how big one of them was! Even if her body had a great deal of elasticities it was not going to survive very well after this encounter with more than three of them as they all used her and stuffed her and all she could do is silently pray and whip her that none of them got her pregnant because she couldn’t imagine what kind of creature an orc and an elf would make! Was her healer being treated much better than she was? If she survive this and she hope she did she was going to take all of her anger out on poor Amara. She had no idea if they would climax soon and when they did she had no idea how her body would react to being overstimulated by these three beasts of burden who decided she was there a new toy but at least maybe after this they might get tired of her!

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Amara was far more docile than he could’ve ever imagined considering how the princess was so demanding here she was following his orders even though she couldn’t help but whimper and cry she was not fighting back or even biting him! Even though he was spreading her mouth open so wide as she whimpered she would suck and try her best to make sure he would not hurt her. What she wasn’t expecting was for him to release her mouth it was such a stench and the taste was horrific and she felt like she would vomit as he made her swallow by holding her head like that and when he finally would pull back she would cough and gag and try not to get sick.

What he said next was telling her to lay down and he was going to breed her she looked mortified. “Please my lord… please don’t do this I’ll do anything else but that please…” she was going to beg him she had no idea if he would actually listen but at least she was trying her best to get him to listen to reason though after what he just did and shot down her gullet that might be something that he would be listening to and he might have to take the loophole that he was thinking of that would make it a lot easier for her to keep her magic.
 
Exchanging looks of pleased expressions, they were clearly unrelenting in spoiling their captive with the full fervor of their combined lust. Nothing she could muster would deter the orcs from exacting their primitive urges upon her. Defecation, vomiting, tears or even threat of death couldn't sway these barbarous beasts, wedging their monstrous appendages in tightly fit orifices confining better than most species. Fortune favored them for this treasure, something none of the women could say the wiser. Barring being completely broken by the sex, majority became numb to the sexual carnage of these warriors. Loud guttural sounds were being sung, fastening of the stomach bulging strikes of their members. The orcs groaned, internally under the duress of the tightness of those orifices offering the utmost pleasure. To her distain, hefty amount of their vile seed were unloaded in a few hearty spurts. Each release, was accompanied by their entire rods seemed to be contracting and releasing vigorously. A temporary respite came literally her way, submerged externally and internally in their joy. Would Estelle fight here or try to attempt was the question? Most were disoriented, hammering too overzealous over having the elf..even those simply enjoying it via their hands.

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Overwhelmed by the girth, the pitiful mouth of this meek spellcaster wasn't quite sating the ravening urges of the mighty orc champion of the tribe. Gagging and all the tell signs of revulsion weren't anything strange to the beast. All of them subjugated towards his primal acts were rarely willing. Merciful strangely, perhaps a sliver of respect of her magical prowess but not much else judging by how casually Rugorim rested the menacing sex organ on her head. The pleads coming from her were typical, annoyance plastered by the patience extended thus far. Everything until this point emphasized her obedience in these dwelling, her virginity clearly paramount on the basis of the panic advertised on the healer. Language still a rudimentary obstacle between both parties, scratching his head in bewilderment. If not for earlier the behemoth sized orc would had completely disregard and spread her orifices to his endowment. Rather cruelly, he stood with arms crossed as if awaiting something from the elf.

" Beet mii orro offar azzhule ! " , butchering the tongue of the common human tongue with a bone chilling suggestion. Either she subject her body to torment she has witnessed first hand sexually or foolishly enter a skirmish with the beast. Either would sate some boredom but one meant playing with her very well being. Eyes narrowed downward, curiosity stewing silently. The people gave some reverance, lacking people of her talents. Read between the lines, the chieftain was clamoring to breed themselves a future heir to the tribe with the capabilities. Obviously the ignorance was they needed proper tuleage and hopes another rare orc offspring possessed the arcane potential. " I mak itt iff uu dunt chuuse!!! "
 
Estelle had no idea how she could handle this her body was quaking and sore being used and passed around like a ragdoll. Everything was throbbing. with so much happening to her and her body trembling even though she didn’t want to do this her body was reacting to whatever they did and the creatures abusing her and using her were treated to some unwanted orgasms from the princess. The orcs were having a field day and she was damn near blacking out as she was trying her best to keep her self-conscious while her body was swaying like a ragdoll taking all they were giving her.

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Amara was trying her best to handle only one orc. He at least wasn’t taking her virginity. At least her main one. It was hard to completely understand him but all she knew is if she went against him he could either kill her or do far worse so what she would plan on doing was listening and trying her best to decipher the butchering of the language she understood.

What she did next might surprise him as she actually nodded in agreement to his terms and conditions when he mentioned her asshole all she could do is hope that her goddess would not hit her for doing this or stripped her of her powers. “I’ll do as you say just please don’t kill me…” she managed to squeak out as she looks like a cornered mouse but there’s no way she could fight him back he was much bigger than her I could overtake her so easily if she could live a bit longer and if used her back door maybe she would be spared at least she hoped she would be spared so she would not move or do anything that he wanted her to do she at least agreed to it and that was one step better than her fighting like the princess had done before. The question is what would he do or how would he make her move to best suit someone as large as him.
 
A torrent of feral lust was unleashed upon the princess, taking the appendages in compromising positions. Unrelenting, weaponizing her form for their pleasure exclusively. When one got the relief he sought, another warrior replaced the exhausted orc. For Estelle, this would last over an hour with each sexual orifice tested out and throughly used..even her hands and feet for these creative brutes. By the time of their first little session, the royal was coated in their juices and her body likely aching. Ironically still not as horrifying as the size of their greatest warriors who christened her holes to orc cock. In all likelihood she be twitching, barely holding on. Fortunately when she next awakened she would be tended by the few well versed in healing. Spoiling under their lust wasn't an option for someone of her pedigree but still under their watchful eye.

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Offering her choices and she went with the embarrassing but pragmatic option spoke alot of her character. Rugorim estimated silently amidst gawking at the healer that her companion would had literally fought or honestly offer up anyone plausible to save herself. Instead this elf decided to concede, exhibiting a cunning most do not ever consider. Unintentionally it was a degree of respect even if fueled by fear was something this beast noted. Pleading to do anything but kill her, the behemoth sized orc nodded with some semblance of understanding. Apprehension through her actions but otherwise being submissive had sufficed, walking over to her..eyes of a predatory crimson hue. The lumbering creature wasn't going to immediately pounce, either proof of some discipline or something insidious stewing in the conscious of this beast . "Marrow..brave kep yuu whule taday! ", blurting out in the imperfect tongue but enough to convey she would be spared for the meanwhile. " Need..full..redy fer mee! " , explaining to the best of the orc ability to summarize why she was given this rare mercy.

Maybe there was more to Rugorim than this elf realized. He walked out the tent momentarily, leaving her before the familiar shamans were accompanying him now. Clearly they were her escorts back to her current dwellings..better than the cold unforgiving dungeon. For the meanwhile she could rest easy, something her allies could dare not say the same. Tragically it might cause further strife..maybe that was the aim to alienate her from the kin she was imprisoned with. Or the goddess of hers brought scenarios that saved her skin. Regardless she be back in what was deemed a safe haven, given some subpar food and a version of a bed unlike majority of those enslaved.
 
Estelle was shocked it actually ended she was out of breath and excruciatingly tired. What these creatures did to her took so much out of her. What really got to the princess was part of her enjoyed it and she hated that. How could she enjoy something so primal from creatures that to youth found that were vile and not worth even taking the time to create treaties with? They were lesser than the elves and she will always see them as that way. Exhausted her they would send her back with some of their best healers which wasn’t as good as her own who wasn’t there to help her at the time but it was better than nothing though she had wished me they would release her once they were done with her but she would have no such luck as she would lay there and pretend it to the orcs and not allowed to expire since they were far from done with her.

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Amara in thought she was reluctant she accepted her fate. She tried it so she excepted it and she waited for him to take out what he was going to do to her but what surprised of the most was in his broken language he told her she could keep her holes which made her so confused as she looked up at him wondering if this was a tactic. She had no idea this was a sign of respect as she didn’t offer anyone else but decided to take this and hope for the best since she saw the princess fought and nothing came from it other than pain and suffering and she didn’t wanna go through that.

When the shamans that brought her came back to return her back to her dwellings she was more confused than anything. The princess was nowhere to be found and neither was any of her elf kin. Amara was isolated and alone and not sure what was going to happen to her especially now that he didn’t do anything to her what did this mean? Was he going to be worse later? she had no idea but all she had was being alone with her thoughts before she would decide to actually try to speak to one of the shamans.

“Why did he let me go? what is he going to do with me? Do you understand what I’m speaking? If you do will you at least talk to me please?” amaro would ask very softly and kindly there was no need to demand anything she was a prisoner here and what would be the point of yelling or being cruel maybe at least one of the shamans would talk to her but she had no idea that even understood what she was saying!
 
Estelle would be meeting some of her fellow kin, demonstrating their disregard of her royal pedigree or whatever merits she unsuccessfully attempted to display to the barbarous masses. The internal feeling of empitness..akin to a phantom limb except exclusive to the traunma of these women. Having been thoroughly ravished by such thick appendages made some feel empty in a most disgusted way. Some broken by the realization of wanting more, a symptom the princess could see in the eyes of one of the broken elves whose eyes lingered outside the containment...as if yearning for the touch again. One not yet snuffed of her sense of self and individuality wandered towards the awakened elf of high esteem. Meekly she gawked at her, yet bowed handing her some of the water figuring she would be graceful for it. Knowing what she suffered through, clearly Estelle would need others to safeguard her. That life meant so much..perhaps their salvation..unaware she wasn't necessarily going to be getting these women saved.

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Warded away from prying eyes, the Shamans kept the healer safeguarded by the masses. The towering warrior Amara met laid claim, only the most ambitious would risk their lives to sully her form. Bewilderment was drawn in her features, the elf of magical discipline likely frightened by the prospect of being left alone. Oblivious to the fortune bestowed, she would be monitored but protected akin to what she witnessed Estelle and other royals received back at home. It wasn't lavish by any sense, but compared to the majority of orcs it was accommodating enough in scenery. It was absent of dirty due to magic, adorned grounds of furs and enchanted fabrics over the pavilion of hers where secrecy was afforded. Maybe it was so she would be more laxed? Perhaps..tragically it was entrap her for the next meeting with their greatest warrior.

The Shamans leered briefly at her, slowly comprehending the inquires she sought from them. Ignorant to the happenstance of their encounter..one scratched their head in utter confusion. Granted Amara returned unmolested and clothed, clear signs they had yet to mate at all. The scent was preserved to be hers exclusively..a first truthfully. " Mystery..do not know ", one of them proclaimed grasping the shamatic bone cane utilized as a weapon and means of conjuring out magic should the need arise. Magic and intelligence made them able to speak the tongue of captives. Why Rugorim had not ravish her was indeed something that couldn't be answered immediately. A wily smile drew when asked about her fate, " You will mate.." , spoken with conviction knowing how all of this went typically. She was prized for her talents and any means to acquire it would be within the thought pattern of a rare creature of that orc stature who knew magic himself.
 
Estelle was no longer held in high esteem among her peers in any of her subjects she was now or ruined princess and none of them looked at her and someone regal anymore. Even her knights i’m not rushing to help her in this situation. She was about to yell or order someone around but she was approached by another one and that got her focus and attention on her especially when she bowed in her direction before she would speak up. She would take the water from her and take a sip and for once she was a bit humbled and didn’t drink at all and handed back to the girl. “Did they hurt you too?” this was probably the first time she would show some kindness especially after her healer had turned her back on her and her protectors this was all she had now and she just couldn’t ruin it especially since she did not want to be alone.

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On the other hand Amara was kept safeguarded and untouched which made her terrified especially since nothing horrible had come to her. She was left alone with no one of her kind and she had no idea what to do as she tried to be strong but she would look around and hope someone would tell her something soon enough. Her princess who she was sworn to protect was nowhere near her and she was being spared or held captive for something worse or greater but she had no idea.

What they did her princess Estelle was seared in her mind and she had no idea if there any of the same exact thing to her even if I wasn’t now perhaps later but she was being safeguarded maybe they’re going to murder her or put her to death in front of the other creatures at that had taken them captive. So many questions and just maybe she would get some answers but when she heard one of the shaman speak and tell her that they didn’t know she looked down and looked scared and more worried.

Amara I plan to ask another question but what was said next made her freeze and her jaw drop. “M…mate? Me? With who and why I will do whatever magic or gifts they want me to do but why must I mate?” figuring she can ask more questions especially since she got an answer but perhaps they didn’t know more or at least they could tell or something or maybe tell her how to get out of this but she was not a fighter she had no idea what she could do especially since they were much bigger than her and even if she tried she saw her princess and what they did to her when she thought back and she wasn’t going to risk that.

“Do the orca no I will use my powers in whatever way they asked me to? Must we meet for me to use my powers I’m more than like to help I’m nothing like my princess I listen.” right now she was just talking but when it came down to it she wouldn’t fight it especially since she saw how big they were compared to her and she wouldn’t survive trying to tussle with an orc but maybe she could at least talk some sense into them or at least offer her very talented gifts in exchange but the last thing she would do was end up like a princess even if it meant losing her gift because of it….
 
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