Nothing's Fair in Lust and War ((ikoshama and Vivid))

[Vivid Fizz]

Things had gone terribly wrong! All around were the sounds of struggle: swords clashing, people dying, the desperate screams for mercy. This was supposed to be a peace negotiation between two nations. War had ripped apart the great country of Elios for five long years and had began to lose ground in the recent conflicts on the borders. In a move of desperation the king called for a peace talk. These talks were suppose to be the start of the end of this bloody conflict. Instead this was seen as a chance to overtake Elios at it’s capital; Finestra. The beings of that horrible land were monstrous. Orcs, demons, and unknown beasts were apart of the army and they tore through the unprotected Finestra.

“Run, Elowyn!” Sounded a desperate voice. “Move your legs!”

An tall man with long, glossy black hair was pulling along a girl with wavy waist length hair the same color as the man. Through the back corridors of the large stone castle they fled. The girl was weeping bitterly. How could this have happened?! Her white, pristine gown was covered in her mother’s blood. They had killed her! The Queen of Elios had been the first victim in this siege and Elowyn would have been the second if her father hadn’t scooped her up from her mother’s corpse. They had been running and escaping every attack directed at them. Her father was a master spell caster and most of their foes met a sticky end. Some got good hits on him and nearly carted his beautiful daughter off though and now he was exhausted.

“Father!” The half elf cried. “Father my feet hurt so much! Can’t we rest?!”

“No! We can not rest until we reach someplace safe!”

He jerked her hard as they turned the corner and headed strait for a stone wall. He wasn’t stopping his grueling pace and she let out a scream, expecting to be slammed into it. However they passed right through. Another bit of magic done by the elven man. Another bit of energy wasted.

As soon as the night air hit them, Elowyn nearly vomited. The breeze carried the smell of death and charred flesh. Outside the city was screaming. The castle was nearly silent compared to this deafening roar. The crackle of many fires could be heard as well as distorted laughter. The beautifully pale girl grasped her father tighter as he tugged her along. They were in an unfamiliar part of the castle grounds. Many storage sheds dotted the expanse of land. It was clear what he was intending now as he darted to the closest row.

“We’re going to hide,” he told her as he kicked open one of the doors. The desperation was building in his normally calm and docile tones. He was such a kindly ruler and caring. He always stuck his neck on the line for his people. Now. Now, down to the wire, he was just trying to ensure his and his daughter’s survival. He pushed his daughter inside the first he opened. “I will come and get you when things die down. Do not move, Elowyn. Not until I come back. I will be back. I promise you.”

“Father!” she started but he shut the door and knew he was off to find himself a different shed to crouch in. She wondered why he had chosen to separate them. It did not occur to her that he may not come back. That he was making sure that if one of them was captured, the other wouldn’t be. That he was relying on his daughter’s beauty for her survival. No, she thought that he was coming back like he had said.

She fell against the wall and closed her pale silver eyes. Her ample chest rose and fell as she began to weep.

 

[ikoshama]

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  It had been something that the grand city of Finestra had coming to it, destruction. They had tried to talk peacefully to the far sides of the country with kind and easy words. They minorities of the nation didn't need to be spoken down to like simple children. They decided that since the elves were not going to give in and give any lee-way with the demands and needs the Demonic State requested. This was there day of assertion to get what they wanted. It meant war, it meant eradication.
  
  The demons were the smallest population of any of the races, but they were the most powerful, cunning, sly, and charismatic. The Orcs were the breed of beings that were most abundant in the demonic lands. They were diverse and served all sorts of purposes, many were generals, leaders, solders, grunts, and workhorses. The rest of the unsorted different demons, ghouls, fiends, and creatures were the body of the attacking army taking all they saw by storm.
  
  As they rushed the lands a army of equal size and skill meet them face to face. One thing the elves were not prepared for in this war was the ever building ferocity of the Demonic Army. Sure they were equal in size, ability, and power. But the demon army was to tear straight through the army without any remorse, stopping, or faltering. They destroyed everyone in there sight of not of the same cause. As a man of there own fell before them, the man to replace him would kill every 10 elves for his fallen comrade. They cut through the elves main defenses the King and Queen had prepared. The army had no where to retreat in the 4 hours in had taken to defeat and dismember the army. The warriors were now on the complete destruction path burning all that they saw. Their eyes were set on the castle.
  
  All sort of men rushed the castle walls, as the King desperately gave orders to try and stop the onslaught. But, a even smaller and fractured militia meet the hoard knowing they'd die for the King. They all perished within moments of breaching the castle walls. Nothing was to hold the Army back from the King and his beloveds. Except the King himself, he was a mighty fine warlock himself, he had managed to hold back the rushing forces better by himself than most of his pathetic army had. In this scuffle though, the Queen had slipped into the Orc hands. She was raped and slaughtered by dozens of enemy prisoners. It was one of the more personal forms of warfare. As the King and his daughter were now on the run, out of his own castle, in the heart of his country. There was no where they were safe.
  
  As the couple reached the dark abyss of the night, the blood soaked lawn was something they ran over to get away. As soon as the hoard had broken up to search for them, the faction who found had gone the correct route saw them on the horizon. The chase was on. Yet as soon as the some 20 of them started to race that way, some elven resistance caught up with them. Most of the demonic army was too slow to outrun the resistance and to catch the King, but a few still persisted on being the ones to kill the King and take his head for all of the glory. Three fiends, 2 orcs, and a single demon knight were on their tail as they hit the storage shacks. At that moment, something happened, the two orcs, and a single fiend had been vaporized. The King must had put an enchantment or two at the entrance point to slow them down. The two fiends and the demon continued to pursue them. The demon knight wanted the fame, and the glory and with a flash of light one of the remaining orcs was no more, but just a heap of armor, clothing, and assorted tissue. The final orc looked up and took the hint and headed back the direction they came.
  
  As he left the area, he smelled something sweet, and delicate. Elven purity and flesh, he must have not noticed it at first because half of the hunting party had be reduced to ashes in an instant. He sniffed around the area to get a better grip of the scent. As he lingered around he ran off to a nearby burning corpse to form a make-shift torch. He soon located the scent, with intensive sniffing at the doorway of the shed he was confident the daughter was in. The large orc let out a blood curling scream as he kicked the door in. He saw the sweet delicacy that a virgin elf.
  
  The Orc was standing in the doorway that he had to lower his head to get into the shed. He stood about six feet tall, with large tusks from his jaws protruding up, down and to the side of his face. His face was a dark, earthen color, with glowing yellow eyes. He wasn't a warrior in armor, he has 200 pounds of pure muscle, with a torch that he dropped to the side of the shed. It was far enough away to not catch the shed on fire. He stepped forwards as she dove to the door to his right side to get past him. His fist gripped her hair, and threw her straight to the back of the shed with a vicious force. She was sent airborne as he sent flung her like a rag doll.
  
  "Guess what honey, you're my little personal trophy in this destruction of the Elves. I'm going to destroy you."
  
  As he said that he removed the few rags he had on to show off the rest of his highly ripped body, with a foot long limp penis that he had buried under all of it. It was surprising that he was able to hid such a monster cock. He stepped forward to her again to show what he intended.
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[Vivid Fizz]

The half elf let out a scream as the door was kicked down and she pressed herself against the wall. Her ample chest rose up and down with her rough breath. The being that stood in the door was terrifying. He was like a wall of muscle with evil oily yellow eyes. In his hand was a stick licked with fire and for a moment she was sure that he was going to set the storage unit ablaze. Instead he dropped the torch and came towards her.

No! He was going to kill her! In desperation the beautiful princess tried to get away (like she had very much choice) but the Orc grabbed a handful of her luxurious hair. With a mighty toss, she was slammed into the back of the shed, hitting the wall and rolling. Dirt coated her dress, face, hands and tears stung her eyes and pain made her see white for a split second.

When he spoke Elowyn looked up at him. Destroy her? Her near white skin paled more and she scampered to the back. He meant to murder her brutally! She had been told that Orcs were terrible beings. That they ripped elves apart to drink the marrow from their bones and used their faces as war masks. Was her head going to be severed and kept as a trophy. How sick!

Yet, as he removed his rags and revealed his massive length to her, she understood what he was going to try and take from her. The gorgeous innocent scrambled to her feet and looked around desperately. This shed seemed to house some farm equipment. Hoes, rakes, scythes, and shovels hung from the walls and leant against them on support. Desperately she made for a shovel and held it to her protectively. She had no idea how she was going to protect herself with that thing! It was almost too heavy for the pampered girl to hold. Like her father she had magic but she had yet to learn how to direct it into anything useful. All she had to rely on was her physical aptitude.

“Stay back!” she commanded. Her voice, even when panicked, had that soothing and stroking quality that most of her species possessed. She brandished the tool and swung it around desperately. “I’m warning you!”

 

[ikoshama]

The naked orc giggled at her attempt of self defense. He grabbed the shovel and with a single hand disarmed her and then grabbed her by the face and threw her back to the ground. The orc bent over to retrieve the shovel; she had tried to get back up after he had tossed her back to the dirt. He made sure that she was aware who was in charge at the moment and smacked her across the face with a shovel as she hit the dirt again.

"You're warning me? Heh. Right. You're a pathetic little girl whose father is dying off in a field at the hand of some demonic knight, as your mother was raped before you, and your homeland is being torched to the ground as we speak. Oh yeah, let me tell you. I'm shaking with fear of what you can do to me. Your half elf and half god knows what. But what ever it is your 100% pathetic. I've heard good things about the flesh of elves though...maybe since your just so inferior I can derive some usefulness out of you even if I break you doing so."

The Orc bent over to drag her to her feet by her hair again and then ripped her clothes off of her, and then put her back onto the floor face first and shoved the blood soaked dress into her mouth a gag to keep her from talking. His crushing weight was on her tiny back as he whispered into her ear with his harsh breathe and degrading words.

"You're an elf. I'm an orc. You will call me master. You have no choice slut."

He reached for a whip on the wall that must have been for herding cattle. With a few quick added knots he made the whip a far more painful tool. But as he brought the whip back, he had an idea. He grabbed some excess rope he saw in the flickering light of the fire. He grabbed it and tied her pale wrists that were getting flushed marked from the tortuously tight rope. He then bound her ankles in a similar fashion and hoisted her up on a only lamp fixture on the roof. He fastened the rope and the princess was upside down with her large chest bouncing around as he got her into the final position. She was a hourglass figure of silk skin, and pure beauty. He smiled as he knew that he'd be bloodying her up.

He brought the whip over his shoulder and slashed it across her stomach and breasts, landing directly across her nipples several times. Her lightly tinted purple nipples were being flogged and soon bleed.

 

[Vivid Fizz]

Bright white light flashed across her vision as the shovel made contact with her face. It sent her to the ground. Shock. Shock had kept her from feeling the pain as she laid on the ground. Soon that terrible swelling ache set in. It was pure agony. No one had dared hit her before. Pain was not something the beautiful elven maid was used to at all. Blood trickled out of the side of her mouth and, as he spoke, she glared up at him. Already her loveliness was marred; a large bruise raising on the side of her face. His words only served to anger her.

She attempted to get on to her haunches so she could launch herself at him but her head swam as soon as she shifted. Not that it mattered. His hand was in her hair again and she was being yanked up like a cave woman. She clawed desperately at his hands but soon had more to worry about. His other powerful hand came up and ripped her clothes. Her large breasts bounced as they were torn from their prison. The skin beneath the dress her skin had a faint luminosity, a sheen that was another mark for her type of elf. It was also shown that the only hair on her body had been on her head. The rest of her was smooth and soft.

As soon as she opened her mouth to scream at him the dirty and bloodied rag of her former dress had been stuffed in her mouth. With her face to the floor, that pressure on her slender back from his massive form, and the ability to scream taken away from her she did what she could. She began to cry. This was the worse thing that could happen to her. When he spoke she thought that was it. That he would rape her right at that moment.

Slut. That word stung more than anything.

Yet the worse was yet to come. In the next moments she was trussed up like some game recently killed. The rafters were used to keep her suspended upside-down. Large and frightened eyes took in everything. Him naked and looming over her with a whip. Her thick black hair hung to the floor with her tied up the way she was.

“Hrrrmph!” she screamed into her gag as he began his onslaught. Each lash caused her body to jump as much as it could while tied the way it was. Bright red marks rose on her skin and, when the whip landed on the sensitive and flimsy skin of her nipples, causing them to bleed. Over and over again she cried out in extreme pain. Somehow she managed to spit the disgusting ball of rags from her mouth, making her agonizing screams that much louder and sharp. “No! Stop! Stop! I- ouch!”

All of the blood was rushing to her face, making her feel light headed.

 

[ikoshama]

After long lashing her delicate torso, he soon dropped the whip as she had been crying out in pain pleading for an end to the flogging. He wouldn't end it until he had struck her at least a hundred times to see the blood from her stomach and chest rolling onto her face. He gripped her by the throat and picked her straight up so that she was vertical again, but the blood that had rushed to her face and head couldn't go back down into her body; he had a single hand around her slim, and lean neck. She was more or less horizontal above the orc, as her feet were held up at one end, at the other a muscled beast had her above his head watching her gasp like a fish out of water for air. He loved watching her eyes swell up with anguish and agony. But after a couple of minutes without air her body and stomach muscles were now spamming fighting to survive. He like go over her to have her fall then to be yanked still as the rope still supported her ankles. She was coughing up some liquid because of the strangulation.

He watched her cough up spit and phelm, he got oddly aroused by seeing her coughing and gasping, he wanted to make sure that she would fight for the air she desired. With a quick swing of his arm his claws lashed the suspended rope, and she crashed to the floor face first. He took her ankles and pulled so that her feet meet her hands, at one point, he felt her hips resist be pushed back so far, but with time he made sure that her body complied, hyper extention was painful, but nothing too serious. He bound her angles and feet with more rope so the elf was in the hog tied position. He laid her on his stomach so she head was bent back as she back had to be arced to make the tie possible. He dropped to his knees, and behind stroking his foot look cock that soon began to get less limp. It was something magnificent to see as it was 12 inches, then 15 inches, to 20 inches, to a fully erect 24 inches. It was a true monster.

He took joy in his size and started to rub it on the face of the elven princess. He liked to see her try and get her face away from the foreign object. "Kiss it!" But she still didn't have any interest or intention on doing any such thing, so he start to smack her with his cock viciously back and forth. Usually this isn't a serious thing, but it was closer to getting punched across the face with this thing. He then grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back so that she was looked up at him. He tickles her throat with his free hand with a sinister grin of orcish face that only was morbid and devious. "I'm going to have all of this cock here, in your throat there. So, I hope you know how to deep throat or else you're getting a crash course. Okay?"

She didn't answer, he grew angry, "You answer your master damnit when he speaks to you!" Snorting and spitting once into each of her eyes, he wanted to make sure that she realized there was no escape from this torment he wanted and was making his fantasy true by any means necessary. When she cried out in disapproval he rammed his cock until it hit the back of her mouth and stopped because he didn't wish to penetrate her throat yet. Seven inches were in and she was already struggling, she would need to have take more than three times that to make him happy. It was going to be a hell of a ride. His cock was a bit over 3 inches wide, it was thick, warm, and smelly. He had been fighting in a war for the last 4 hours, it was a bitter tasting penis, and just straight repulsive. Between the hair pulling, the spit in her eyes, and the penis in her mouth, god knew if she would survive this ordeal.

 

[Vivid Fizz]

Elowyn continued to cry as he whipped her until she bled. Her face was covered in streaks of her own blood by the time she finished and her body trembled with shock from his brutality. This could not being happening! No one could enjoy watching someone go through so much agony. Her crying was turned into desperate gargles. His hand, powerful and cruel, clamped around her throat and cut off her air supply. She gagged and sputtered and black dots swam before her eyes. Even if she was elven, there was a part of her that was human, and that part did not do well with the choking.

Finally he let her breath and she gasped, nearly vomiting on how intense actual air felt to her system. Without mercy he cut her rope while she was regaining her breath and WHAM! Bright white lights exploded the entire length of her vision. Breathing became nearly impossible again as she reeled from the most recent of attacks. She slumped forward and coughed desperately. Her beautiful face, while still intact, bore the marks of this encounter. There was no fight left in her. She could barely make noises of pain.

He tied her up once more and she allowed it, squealing desperately as her body was pushed into a very uncomfortable position. He then knelt beside her. Her eyes locked of the placid organ and she was glad. He wasn’t turned on by her! Thank the gods! Maybe he would just kill her after all. But when she saw made the pit of her stomach drop. He began to stroke that enormous girth and it began to grow! Things like that grew?! It was going to kill her!

He began to rub it on her face and lips. The smell was repulsive and, when he said kiss it, she turned her head away. If she was not so out of it she would have certainly complied to have avoided another session of torment. When she refused he hit her with it. Her face was still tender from all he had done and she let out cry after cry.

“Daddy!” she cried like a little girl. “Daddy, help me!”

The beast of a being pulled her hair, forcing her head back. Her eyes showed all of the fear and anguish in the world and she tensed as his hand went to her now bruised neck. She thought he was going to start choking her. Instead he mocked her. There was no way she was going to be able to take the repulsive thing in her mouth!

She remained tightlipped, determined not to give him an opening to shove that beast past her lips. This was a mistake. Her lack of answer set him into an angry fit and her eyes were blinded by two projectiles of spit. It burned! She let out a scream. Not only physically but emotionally and mentally as well. As soon as her lips opened, his cock was shoved in there.

The sweat of war hung to it and made her gag even more. There was a strong vinegary taste to him and the smell was unbearable, seeming to radiate from his nut sack. He pushed until he had forced what felt like a mile of it into her mouth. Even if he wasn’t touching her throat yet she was having trouble breathing. Her eyes widened in panic. Breathing through her nose was nearly impossible; the swelling to her face had seen to that. Instead she did something hasty and stupid; she bit down on him.

 

[ikoshama]

The Elven's cries for her father just made the Orc laugh in superiority, he knew that her father laid dead in a field somewhere not too far from here at all. He sneered and mocked her.

"Oh daddy, help me. Help me! This big bad man is touching me in my private places that I thought only you were allowed to touch down there. " He ended his mockery to divulge the truth of her father, "Hey, whore. Whore, shut up when your master, superior, and most importantly. I'm your daddy. Your dad that you knew is somewhere in a field dead, and has been decapitated and is on a stick somewhere showing that we, the demons have won this war. Nothing we didn't know. And here I am, with the greatest of victory of them all. You. " Except she wouldn't close her mouth she he slapped her across a bit more to make her silent to listen to his verbal abuse.

As he had plunged his cock into her mouth he could feel her gagged and trying to reject his penis. He also loved to see that her repulsed face before and after he had forced his monster cock into her mouth. He could hear her gagging, the grotesque sound was something that got him off. A guttural sound for a savage creature to get off to. Then as soon as he was getting comfortable with the tight mouth, fluxing as his dirty penis had filled it; something cut this pleasurable experience short. Teeth. She had the nerve to bit down onto his penis.

She had her teeth clenched down into his penis, he struck the back of her head until she let go on his penis. He looked down to see the teeth marks that were embedded into his penis. He looked down see her looking up at him with angry but fearful eyes. The Orc went to her back and ripped apart the rope binding her ankles and pulled her ass up into the air. He took one of his massive hands to push on her back to keep her in the doggy style position, so there wasn't so much kicking. He with his other hand started to violently and relentlessly spank her. "HOW ABOUT YOU FUCKING BITCH IF YOU DIDN'T FUCK AROUND SO MUCH YOU'RE DAD WOULD BE STILL ALIVE. EVER THINK OF THAT? HUH? MAYBE IF YOU WERE A BETTER DAUGHTER HE WOULDN'T BE DEAD AND YOU WOULDN'T BE A CUMSLUT! I hope for the bottom on my heart I rape you so hard that you bleed out to death." His hands were beating into the soft and tender flesh of her rear. Its a shame that he was abusing her so much, she had such a great magnificent body.

Standing up over her he squatted down to penetrate her tight anus, he gripped her cheek and spread them to see this tiny puckered up pale anus. He licked his lips and bent over to licked her from the back of the pussy all the way up her anus, ass crack, and then leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "I hope you know that you will have to see a doctor after I get out of your ass." Pulling back he dropped with his head ramming into his anus, but it was so tight that it didn't get into her. It just shoved her forward. He stood and dropped holding his cock down and she'd just grunt as each time that she'd be forced forward from a hard impact with her anus. He slowly pushed but felt no budging. Her master had thought of something, as he was pushing, he started to urinate on her. His cock was splashing and going in all directions; it was pushing off of her ass and shooting up to land on her arced back to run down her arced back into her beautiful elven hair. "Just so you know that's what I think of your race. I can piss on it." Soon though something he didn't think was possible his cock was penetrating into her. He only had a few inches in, but the urine had reduced the friction, he was now viciously fucking her anus with a brutal and uncensored force.

He was shocked how tight it still was on his cock, it was almost painfully tight. It was like her ass was fighting with all its might not to be raped. But he persisted, soon there was a very quite pop sound and his cock had instantly plunged into her. He was a foot deep and it was so smooth now, the urine was now deep into her anus, he was going so so fast now. He glimpsed down to see that there was blood covering in his penis, and splattering on her ass. He looked down to see her the floor to see her with her hands bound behind her with his hands clenched as fists in pain. Her large round ass was so nice in this view, as they went to her wider hips that curved in to her torso. A real beauty, and he was only a foot deep, this was going to be fun to get in deeper. He pushed, he put his weight all on top of her and his her fat, juicy ass was now touching his stomach. He was all the way in.

 

[Vivid Fizz]

Elowyn cried out when she said that about her father and shook her head. It wasn’t true! Her father never had touched her like that! He was not a dead! It was all lies! More of the meat was pushed into her mouth and she bit down harder than before.

Which was a mistake. Over and over again he bashed the back of her head. Initially she only bit harder, body instinctively tightening to brace against the blows. Finally she slumped and his cock fell from her mouth. He had nearly bashed in her skull but it was somehow still completely in tact. A groan emitted from her lips. It was a miracle that she was still conscious at all. The Orc had brutalized her so much already.

There was so much more to come.

All at once he had forced her into another position. One where her pert and firm rear was up in the air. The pale and milky skin there was soon subjected to a brutal volley of spanks. She screamed and cried and begged for him to stop. It was blinding agony. He wasn’t showing any mercy to her, every spank caused her to jump and writhe. Worse yet were his words.

“That’s not true!” she sobbed. “I was a good daughter! Daddy and mommy love me!” He was reducing the once proud princess into a frightened little girl. She did not like this at all.

Finally he stopped and she shook. Even if she wanted to try and run she would not have been able to. That beast of a demon had squatted behind her. His large hands spread the bruises and welted cheeks of her once beautifully smooth ass. A squeal, loud and piercing, came from her as his tongue made it’s way up her most private parts. To his shock he would find her virgin, hairless pussy dripping with the sweet smelling elven nectar of arousal. Physical pain sometimes made a woman juicy. It wasn’t that they liked the beatings; more so the body was preparing to be invaded.

“Dooooon’t!” she groaned. Her voice had turned hoarse and rough. Each time he prodded at her unbelievably tight ass she grunted and whimpered. Then something hot and wet was trickling down her as, soon spraying and getting all over her. A thick and disgusting smell filled the air and, to her horror, she realized that he was pissing on her. The princess began to gag and she felt bile rise in her throat. That was forgotten though.

An eardrum shattering scream rang through the shed. His cock had made it’s way in. The piss did little to help her. Almost as soon as he got in he began to pump in and out of her without mercy. Tears ran down her face and she screamed again as a popping noise rang in her ears. That was followed by a rush of hot blood. Some managed to leak out from around his cock and slide down. It was a mockery! A mockery of her virginal blood.

“B-bastard!” she screamed in agony and frustration and pain. “Just stop! You’ve made your point! Let me be!”

 

[ikoshama]

The Orc grunted more and more as her shoved harder and harder into her plump and sexy rear. He wasn't stopping with blood splattering around all about, he only pushing into her throwing his large head back to howled as he was experiencing the best sex he had ever had through raping the King's daughter, it was in short a dream come true. He pulled out his cock to see her gaping anus stick ripped wide open from his cock. Seeing it stuck some three inches as it tried to close but was just incapable of doing so.

He stood up with his cock standing tall and still craving more of his pure and untainted flesh. He thought of something to please himself. He had bent over to pick her up and he tossed her into the air so that she'd land on her back, he grabbed her ankles with his large hands and forced her legs back behind her head. He grabbed her feet and held them in place with a single massive hand and leaned over to the side with for the shovel that she had tried to use poorly to beat him with originally and then took that and put in behind her head and over the back of her knees to keep her legs where he had desired. He had her ass spread and still stretched out for his abuse, in which he gladly penetrated again. He took his time and went in slowly pushing slowly making sure to force every inch of her intestines all that way that she could. He looked to see her stomach bulge from the whole of his cock in her ass.

He looked down at her with her wincing face from the pain again and all he could do is smile and lick his lips at her large breasts would bounce and jiggle all about from her vicious thrusting. The Orc groped at her chest with her handful sized breasts that were so soft and tender to the touch. If he could stick his penis in them he would...he could...that would have to come later though. The Orc wasn't happy though that the she was still not conforming as he demanded, nothing else was an option to him. He took this rage he had just got off of his knees and was planted onto his feet he stood up some, and then dropping his weight onto his swollen and red anus. He stood and drooped with his large build hitting her harder than she had ever felt.

"Dear wench, I have a suggestion for you. How about you get used to the program because your dad died not caring that you would be violently raped by me. So start calling me master, now. I'm not going to stop until you break and you are the person that's groveling at my feet, begging for something to fill the massive two foot gap that will be in your body after my penis has gone everywhere I want it too." As his large leg muscle pushed up and he fell back into her, he picked up one of his feet and stomped into her stomach and continued this savage rape on her. Looking down he saw the sparkling juice that were coming out of pussy that he was waiting from entering as a tease to himself. He was wait for the great for the wonderful sensation as he would force more flesh to tear from his monster cock. He stood and pounded for up to an hour ignoring all words and pleas unless he was first being addressed as master.

 

[Vivid Fizz]

The princess begged and begged for him to stop. He had gone far enough, hadn’t he? He had proved that he held so much power over her and that she was nothing more than a piece of fluff to him. A small glimmer of hope went through her when he stopped for a brief moment. Blood trickled down the crack on her buttocks and over her womanhood. Had he finished? She moaned and grunted in agony. He was right. She was going to have to see a doctor for this! She’d be laid up for at least a week!

Yet the worse was yet to come. He took her and threw her abused body in the air. Being of elven blood she was light and easily flew up. A scream came from her as she fell down right on her abused ass. It didn’t matter how hard she fought, this Orc was able to take her legs and put them behind her head, securing them in place with the use of the shovel. He was on her again, pushing himself in, the sweat from his cock stinging at the rent and torn flesh. She cried and cried, being louder as his hands came up and grope at her beautifully full chest.

Harder and harder he pushed. At first every thrust elicited a yelp, scream, demand, or plea. It was true agony over and over and over again. However her cries faded and stopped altogether. Blankly she stared off, shivering from the shock of the whole thing. His words sunk in deep. Her father had left her alone. Did he expect her to be raped and used like someone’s plaything. Tears trickled down her face and her body hummed with that now all too familiar pain.

“Master,” she relented in a dead tone. “Please, master, stop.”

 

[ikoshama]

The Orc was busy pounding away and roughly man handling her chest, he was enjoy how luscious and ripe she was as a woman. He looked down and was giving a good few strokes when he heard something out of her swollen elven lips from crying so much that made him nearly cum just from pure excitement of hearing the words out of her, "Please, master, stop." He a smiled came across his fang and tusk baring mouth. He howling a ear reaching sound when he heard the words, he accomplished something he had only wished would be true. He had broken a beautiful young, plump elf. Something like this would be so treasured back in the heart of his original land of demons, and beasts. It would be the trophy that would be worth more than the head of the Elven King himself, the live, broken daughter with some more breaking anyone could be able to walk up and demand something out of her and she'd be willing to do it. To break her to that higher level of submission would be something hard and take lots of time to do, but he was already scheming up of plenty of things to get her to just crumble at him feet. He didn't pull out at first, he just went slowly and pushed almost in a gentle fashion as if he was making love to her, he could now take the time to fully enjoy the curves and ample proportions of her body. He repeated the words over and over again in his head. He was overjoyed.

Master was leaning over and he licked the blood up off her torso, pushed higher up to tongue her nipples, they weren't erect from the pain flooding over the little pleasure from a think two foot object in her ass. He ran his long, rough, but slimy vile tongue over them to tickle and sooth them, soon she had large plump fat nipples that he was switching between the two mashing the breasts together to push his face deep into the two to smoother his own wart covered, sweat drenched face. He pulled back and pulled his cock out to watching it twitch and pucker up to try and close the massive gap. He'd ram his head harshly back into it before it was fully closed though, teasing her bloody, torn anus with the idea of rest and peace.

He looked up at her and spoke very sternly, "If you even want to get the idea that you will keep a pussy that isn't torn and stretched that won't be used for literally an army of men just minutes away you better speak more convincingly, and I want you to be on your knees, tit fucking my cock and shoving as much of this down your throat that you can or else there will be a wrath upon you that will make what I just did to you like a day at a spa. We have an agreement." There was nothing to discuss, what he said was the law and if she didn't do as he dictated there would be hell to pay. Period. He brought her legs from behind the stick and then he pulled out of her ass for good and then pulled her up by her thick hair, onto her knees. He reached behind her to grab her forearms and just tare the binding rope apart as if it were nothing. He had her on her knees facing him but her head was low in shame. He took the stick and with a firm smack on her beaten and sore ass that was his cue to her to hurry up and get to work. Her breasts were large and magnificent, but they were still blistering with marks, and stained with blood from his earlier punishment, not that he cared, she have to work it regardless.

 

[Vivid Fizz]

Elowyn whimpered as he continued. It was not something that she liked. Even when he slowed and the pain faded. The way his tongue went over her nipples made them harden and rise and made her body quiver. Disgust filled her. How could she have enjoyed such an act?! It was meant to torment her and she was liking it! It must have been the shock from going to pain from comfort in such a short period of time. That was short lived as he pushed her breasts, beaten and bloodied, together and buried his face between her tits. She let out a sharp gasp and struggled a little but calmed. Fighting would bring her only pain at that point. The princess knew that her fate was very precarious of this point. This Orc was her master; he held her life in his hands.

Her rammed into her ass again and she let out a harsh cry. More blinding pain and, without really thinking, she tried to twist her body away. Of course that didn’t work and she was brought back to a quaky mass. He was speaking to her again, ordering her that she must use her abused breasts on that disgusting cock and suck on it. If she didn’t he was going to send her to the rest of the army. As soon as he pulled her up by the hair she set to work.

“Yes Master!” she cried out desperately. Tears streaked down her face as she gripped her sore breasts and wrapped them around his cock. It was slow working at first. Her breasts pained her terribly every time she moved them on the large shaft. Furthermore, even with his threat, she found it impossible for her to bring herself to wrap her lips around that huge knob. In addition to all of the foul things that were on it before, there had to be other, nastier thing on it now. Like blood.

“Please, Master,” she said to him again. Large, crystal like eyes rimmed with tears. To please him she began to move her tits harder and faster against his cock. There was no actual skill in it and she wasn’t sure if it actually felt good or not. “I’ll behave for you. Just don’t make me… at least not now… I mean, you just… and, well…”

The normally eloquent and graceful woman was tripping over her words.

 

[ikoshama]

The Orc was happy with the treatment that was being performed on his cock, she worked up and down very smoothly and amazingly well. He was just getting into when he started to feel the cum work it's way from his testicles into his shaft for where he would await a forced, and tear drenched blowjob and face fucking to finish into her throat to probably have her choke on his massive load, but then there wasn't a blow job. He was seeing her crack, he was seeing her chip away and begin to crumble under the massive pressure, torment, and abuse of this tall, powerful, relentless power and will of this Orc. His sole mission was to reduce her to a blubbering mess that would fuck on a whim. Her elven pride and self-esteem was giving way, and snapping at the foundation. He knew now with a few more carefully planned and plotted strategic moves on his behalf he'll be able to completely corrupt her, and make her his slave. The Orc had never truly had any slaves before. He knew how to rape, humiliate and abuse, so he figured just do that, over an extended period of time, break the person and that's all it would have to be. So far things couldn't be going any smoother in his eyes.

Before when she had spoken to him as her master it wasn't full of that enthusiastic power, and submission to a higher being, but this time when she cried out in pain and agony. He looked down to see her eyes that were encrusted with warm, and emotional tears that sat on the edge of her lids waiting to push over and roll down her soft cheeks. He towered over her to see her on her knees pleading to her superior that she wouldn't have to do such a foul and in her eyes vulgar task. For some reason the Orc could only take an out of body moment to see himself, being topping just over six feet, tall, chiseled with all over with large and dominant muscles that he could move the continents with. His greenish skin from head to toe was encrusted with dirt, muck and sweat. He could see this poor broken beautiful, once elegant young woman who was on her knees practically in tears and holding her large breasts in her hands as she worked to the best of her ability to cover his tortuously large penis that demanded all sorts of pampering. For a moment he saw this beautiful woman, she was flawless in every way except for what he'd inflicted upon her. Coming back to himself he had a moment of sincerity, he was going to allow her to not blow him.

The Orc pushed her back so she landed onto her ass, bending over to grab her by the throat and picked her up again so that she was at least a foot off the ground with her head above his. One thing he did thoroughly derive great satisfaction from seeing her choke, fight for a breath without her being able to achieve it. He waited until she began to grow flush in the face, as he kicking was starting to become from frantic. He pulled her suspended body closer to him so he could look her dead in the eyes so she would see that his large green face, his dark, ominous, yellow eyes, and his large tusks that were large and gave him a graveness about him. He was trying to deliver that message that he was a ruthless creature by nature and even though he was about to let her slide with something that he normally would never do, he wanted to make sure that he was going to be in charge no matter what. She was getting more desperate for breath as she flailing was getting less frequent and more sporadic. He liked having his life in his hands, without having to apply much force. Just enough to suppress her windpipe, and thus her breathing. He had been holder her for nearly three minutes when he let go of her and had her weak body tumble to the floor yet again.

The Orc stood over her with her his fists clenched and he towered over her watching her gasp, he glared down on her. He keep pushing his presence on her, even when she was most hurt and just wishing for a little space, he wouldn't have her get that. He kicked in the stomach to have to roll over to be laying on it. He stepped on her back and pushed his leg onto her spine and watched her yelp. He wanted to just put a crushing force on her, but then he realized that had pushed the breath she had just got into her lungs shot out. It was pure torture for her. He reached over to his rags and armor to unsheath his sword, wit that chilling sound of metal sliding against metal sound. He stepped off of her and reached down to grip her silky hair and yanked her head back to have her body arc backwards. He watched as she panicked not knowing what would come next. He inched his grip on her hair close to her scalp, tightening it just slightly. Then with a swift motion, the cutting sound of something thick that was being cut filled the air. He was now without her hair, and left with a rough, and uneven buzz cut all over her head. He dropped her luscious black locks in front of her face. He didn't speak for this whole time, he let his actions speak louder than words would have: You're no longer an elf, you're my slave.

 

[Vivid Fizz]

Another onslaught of abuse came. He choked her and she thought he would surely kill her! He nearly did! Kicking and clawing did not stop him. It wasn’t until she was limp and nearly dead did he let go f her. She gasped, clasping a hand to her throat. This was not what she had wanted to happen! Master! She had even called him master. Why was he punishing her? Tears fell down her cheek. Tears that he took much satisfaction in. Little by little he was tearing her apart, making her into his personal little slut. Now she was so close to just giving in. It would cause the pain to go away temporarily.

He was looking down at her and a ripple of terror went through her. For refusing him, he was certainly going to murder her! She attempted to scurry back but was met with his foot to her stomach instead. Eyes widened and she fell forward, clutching her stomach as she desperately fought for breath again. As she struggled to breath his foot came down on her spine, knocking the wind again from her with sheer agony. Bright, white light flashed before her eyes and she instantly rolled over and arched her back. A scream came from her.

As she writhed in this pure and utter agony he had walked away. He came back with something that truly frightened her. A sword! Her face paled and she was completely white. A faint threatened to take her; black dots swam in front of her face and she careened backwards. In a moment he was upon her, yanking her up by the hair. She shut her eyes tightly, begging him loudly not to murder her. But he had done something far worse. In a few quick movements her glorious mane had been sheered to nothing. In horror she watched as it fell to the ground.

“No…” she said, eyes wide. “No… this… this…”

She reached out and wrapped her fingers around the beautiful, silky, thick raven waves. So black they were they shimmered blue in the faint light. In desperation she pulled it to her and began to weep. Not her hair! Her beauty! It had been cut away from her brutally! How hideous must she be now! Covered in bruises, her last shred of loveliness taken from her.

 

[ikoshama]

The Orc walked over the few inches where her long, black, silken, and butchered hair had been laying, he went over to the shaven elf and he dangled it over her face as it shined and glistened in the small flickering flame in the corner of the shed, he made it dance over her mostly bald scalp teasing her of what she used to be, "Dear you, if you may, do tell your master exactly what you are, because I don't believe that you're an elf, if so. I can't see it." He took the hair and hide it behind his back to taught at the idea more, "Nope! I couldn't tell that you were an elf at all. You sad half breed of a pathetic inferior mutt of being." He stood over her some more with his mockery and insults and she just shook her head back and forth trying to ignore all that he was saying, with little success. Soon he grew tired of watching her be curled up on the floor crying about her minor loss.

Leaving her side he went back to his discarded garments and armor and started to put them back on his body, buckling, tightening, and clicking his gear back onto his large green husk of a body, but all doing so in front of the door so just in the off chance that she got the spirit, or guts to get up and run out naked into the night where she'd be a stumbling mess to tons of demonic warriors who would rape and ravage her just as much as he would. The orc looked back over his shoulder to see her still just laying there, but he soon would gather a large some of rope and for bind her again. Rope was fastened around her wrists behind her head, with he ankles to be bound in the similar fashion as he pushed her knees into her chest where he would get rope to be placed behind her knees and then loop it around the back of her neck to get to stay in a tight ball as he wanted her for transport. She didn't resist except when he body did, other than that she was complied plenty. Soon he would have her in a burlap sack slung over his shoulder with her leaving the shed, with a creaking sound of the shed door opening he was now pacing back towards the castle and sword in hand encase any one tried to stop him and inspect his bounty prize.

 

[Vivid Fizz]

His words stung. All of the insults she had heard the court sling at her from whispered voices had been about her heritage. Being human was almost a sin to most elves. To hear him say them made her feel as if they were true. She felt like a lowly mutt and not the noble princess she had been. The beautiful princess with the most lovely hair and face in all of the continent. It may have been viewed as a minor loss to him but that hair had meant the world to her. From a young age, with its brilliance, it made her feel like an actual elf. Her ears did not; as they were only slightly pointed, but that magnificent mane did. Now what was she? With bruises covering her entire body, with her face swollen and discolored, with her rear end sore a bleeding… she was worse than a slave! She cried and cried and cried. Even as he tied her up into a very uncomfortable position and shoved her into a sack like a fresh produce.

Wherever they were going she did not care. Every single part of her was in agony. Mentally she had been put through Hell, the worst part being that a common soldier would take her. An elven princess was surely the prize of a king! Emotionally he had torn her up, reduced her to crying, sniveling mess with his words and made her feel as if it were her fault because of what she was. Physically he had all but destroyed her. It was truly amazing that she had endured so much and still was alive. Though barely. Time in her tomb of burlap had proven that. She had passed out from the physical agony and did not wake until much, much later.

 

[ikoshama]

The Orc left the cabin and reentered the world that he had only temperately forgot that was reality. He soon remembered that blood was soaking the grass all about, and it had the think and stinging metallic stink to it. He tumbled back over the uneven terrain, making his way to the place that he would know would without a doubt strike some fear and more emotional, mental and spiritual anguish to her. He saw the castle that she was had grown up in her entire life. Walking towards the castle and he passed many of solders that were his peer when they trained for so long and hard for to make sure that this seize would be the one and only swift and quick assault that they had bee dreaming about for so long. He waved off most nosy troops and men who came by him poking and trying to get an idea about what was the contents of his sack. He just swung his large sword like the brute he was and all soon left not wanting to be on the receiving end of this blade. Sooner or later he finally reached the castle. Before looking back to see what everyone was doing before he entered the castle through a courtyard entrance, he looked up towards the sky to see that the moon that they had been fighting under was a red moon. Most of the demons and orcs didnt' know nearly anything about astrology, but some of the higher demons knew, when certain phenomenons occurred. They believed the moon would be proper to bring them luck in war, as to why they choose this night. It had been many charms of good fortune and luck.

The Orc would pass a many of people who would be running to and fro with sacks just like his except theirs would be filling with all sorts of elven treasures flung over their broad shoulders. Most were leaving and finding their way out but he was only going deeper into the think stone cut walls that he would be able to soon find the main circular staircase that took him to the top of the palace and to the bedroom of her parents. He was working on carrying her up the stairs, but the top was way up there, about 5 flights that needed to be climbed he was getting a little worn. Although he pulled through and made it the top just fine. He was breathing heavily looking through each door poking his head in to see if that was the room, he was really just wondering. Then something was heard behind, back in the stairwell where he had just come from. He dropped the girl without thinking much of it, he took a few steps warily and then turned back. He had come too far to just have her wake up and somehow of gotten loose. He just tied the top of the sack into a quick loop, for some sort of mental reassurance. He stomped back towards the stairs when the figure he heard moments earlier stepped out of the well standing a few inches taller than he, which was impressive. He was lean and lanky, wearing some long robes with ropes as a belt, with a hood that he through back. He appeared to be a monk at first glance, from the garments; the Orc knew that this wouldn't be some monk tailing him. Seeing the ears and the hair in braids it was obvious that he was an elf.

Rushing the tall man he held his sword over his head and brought it down to strike where the elf had been. The elf had ducked and went under, pulling out a knife and attempted a quick stab in the lower back, but only to hit armor. The Orc turned on his heels with a back fist hit the elf; who stumbled backwards but didn't fall. Regaining his balance he bolted for the bad which he assume was full of loot, grabbing the bag, but having some problems with the weight struggled, feeling that something was off he dropped the back and ran again. The Orc only saw him near his slave and run for his life after him, and barreled into the elf with his shoulder forward, knocking the elf off his feet. This still wouldn't be enough to knock the elf down, but it slowed him. The Orc grabbed the unknown elf and threw him back towards his slave to keep him from escaping. He wanted blood. His last assault was enough to disrupt the elf's freshly reacquired balance and he was on it's ass in front of the sack. The Orc placed his foot on the elf's chest to ensure that nothing would allow him to escape, pointing down with his sword he demanded, "What did you think you'd be doing with my slave."

The tall elf was caught off guard by his words he replied in his harsh and raspy voice, "Calm down Orc. I didn't know that was a slave in there. And, is it an elven slave by any chance?" His interest in the statement rather than disgust was something that the Orc wasn't anticipating. He thought the elf would be vulgarly repulsed by the idea of a slave, and not enjoying that it even remotely could be an elf. Then his voice...this was a dark elf, an ally at that. Realizing this he got up and helped the elf up, by extending his arm towards him, "And yes, this is my elven slave. Which may I add is the the princess of elves. The king's daughter himself." The dark elf had now given the Orc his full attention and interest.

 

[Vivid Fizz]

After she was dropped without mercy on the floor. The pain had awoken her to even more pain. A groan came from her lips and she tossed in the sack. What was going on? Why was her face literally pulsating with agony? Elowyn could hardly remembered what had happened. At first everything that crossed her mind made her head hurt. She had wanted to forget everything that had transpired. Yet, as the stiffness and pure gnawing of her lower quarters became all too obvious, flashes of what that Orc had done to her. Tears welled in her eyes but her face was so swollen that they barely were able to fall from her eyes, making the pressure all the worse. What was she going to do now?!

Then she felt as if she was being lifted again and stopped fighting. This wasn’t the same Orc as before. In fact, with how much trouble he was having, this was not an Orc at all. Her heart stopped beating for a moment and there was a ray of hope.

“He-” she started but she was instantly cut off. The voice of her new master bellowed through the hall. She could tell that they were near the staircase because of how the sound of his voice echoed. They were in her home! Perhaps she would be able to get away and find a place to escape to. She knew this place better than he did.

She was dropped again and, again, she felt that pain resonate through her body. The once beautiful princess let out an agitated scream. This was rankling her! All of this agony was just too much and she was fed up with it all! How much damned torture was she going to have to endure?! She instantly began to thrash around and attempt to get out.

“Let me out!” she demanded. “Let me out of this smelly prison!”

The loop unfurled and she saw faint light. Very faint light. The candles were enchanted to light during dark times. Was it dark? It must have been! She pushed a shaking hand out of the sack.