Just Another Elvish Tail {darkest_fate & Major Mario}

[darkest_fate]

Thorak turned and spat a glob of blood and spit into the grass next to him. He brought a thickly muscled hand up to his tusked mouth, wiping off the debris and detritus from his face as best he could. They'd been in these damn elvish forests for far too long now. Certainly they had enough to eat: the villages they raided provided more than enough food. They could practically wander anywhere and find a fight of some kind. But Thorak still couldn't help but find the whole affair rather boring. Ever since he'd made that pact with the demon, he found fighting these elvish warriors almost too boring.

The only relief he got was when the fighting shifted from the battleroom to the bedroom. Yes, Thorak actually had one of those: they'd taken over an Elvish mansion on the outskirts of the country some time ago, setting up their camp within its walls. They'd needed to redecorate, naturally. Take down some of the frilly, flowery elf crap and put up decorations more suited to natural orcish tastes. What had been really fun to discover was that the elvish lord who'd lived there happened to be a pervert of the first order. He'd had not one, but three sex dungeons built to exacting specifications. Apparently his people had been both taxed and kidnapped, which sounded like a perfectly good tradition to continue in Thorak's mind.

Except he wasn't actually at his headquarters. Instead he was in one of their battle camps, putting up with a near constant rain that bore down on everyone. It caused the wounds on his muscular body to leak with streams of red, the currents running over his scarred flesh. Years of serving in elvish prison arenas had left Thorak with more than his share of wounds... and years of serving as an elvish noblewoman's personal pet had left him with more than the average orchish experience when it came to pleasuring an elven female. More than one of these frail little creatures had wound up practically begging to be his permanent mistress. That his cock easily doubled that of most elvish males probably helped considerably, and that wasn't taking into consideration his skill at rukgrakk or the demonic blessing on his cock that gave it a uniquely ridged effect... or his demonic partner, who was more than willing to lend a tentacle or two.

Which was why he was out here in the first place. His partner demanded a new plaything, and he'd gotten word that they'd finally captured her. Thorak had only heard about this one: some kind of raising star among the elves, destined for greatness and all but guaranteed a spot in the Royal Guard. You didn't wind up there if you sucked: even the orcs admitted that much. You fuck with a Royal Guard; you'd better be ready for one hell of a fight. This one had apparently taken out at least half this force before she'd finally gone down, and rumor had it that had only been because a shaman had been present and had the good sense to poison the uppity bitch.

All of which sounded quite perfect to Thorak. His member already pulsed slightly as he entered the pen where they were keeping her. There had been talk of taking her into a tent, cleaning her up or something along those lines. But consensus had been that the exposure to the elements would batter down her resolve. Mix that with the fact that she was under constant watch and, well, she shouldn't cause any trouble.

But, then again, she was a Royal Guard, or near enough to it. Thorak paused outside her wooden and bone cage, looking at her with a raised brow. "Comfortable?" he asked, before turning to spit again, his hand again rising up. "We do try to make sure that we put our VIPs in the finest accommodations," all of which he said in fluid Elvish: another benefit of years of being their lapdog and slave.

 

[Major Mario]

In response to the orc's question, Aprile Strauss remained as quiet as thief in a temple. She had heard him of course, but whether because of the conditions of her confinement or the manner of which she was captured, Aprile was not eager to reply, react or even look in Thorak's general direction. Her golden blonde hair, once so smooth and silky it made her presence known to all, was marred with grass stains, dirt and the smallest of particles that were enough to drive an impatient woman crazy and itchy. Her Royal Guard attire and armor had been left behind to allow the elf to slip into something more inconspicuous yet still fearsome, though now with the few rips and tears and even the stains, the clothing looked like it belonged more on a seasoned adventurer than a mere city slicker. Plus, with all the rain falling through the openings of the wood and bone cage she was in, Aprile looked as pitiful as a wet show dog.

She wouldn't have been in this stretch of the country had it not been for that damned escort, and while Aprile wasn't looking forward to it in hindsight, she would have never guessed that the escort was merely a ruse meant to drag her out into the open. Were she the narcissistic elf Aprile would have been flattered that she warranted such a large amount of orcs, but be that as it may, the elf had been so devastated about her betrayal that she hardly paid any mind to the orcs who were her real threat at the time. Instead, the first thing Aprile did was try to drill two arrows through the traitor's knees, but an advancing orc had pressed her hand. She didn't know how many she killed or wounded as a few minutes into the scuffle for her life she fell unconscious, or was she poisoned with torpor? Regardless, she had been captured; a humiliating fact.

"Hmph," was all that Aprile said in response to Thorak after she realized that he wasn't merely passing by.

The elven prodigy cut her steely blue eyes up in Thorak's direction, though if the orc was expecting a threat or deadly look, he would only receive something akin to an angry, sullen pout. Then, just as quickly as she looked at him, her expression would soften just a little. Though still angry, Aprile looked confused. This orc didn't seem like any of the other brutish fellows. As a matter of fact, Aprile didn't remember encountering this creature at all. He was wounded, and that fact alone allowed a small trace of humanity to run across Aprile's features.

But if that was taken as compassion, one would surely be mistaken.

"What's my ransom?" Aprile muttered. She rubbed her jaw and side where bruises had formed. "Everyone has a price."

 

[darkest_fate]

Thorak hadn't expected her to talk. He stared at her, seeing the beauty hidden underneath the filth and muck. He'd half expected his troops to have dumped waste upon her, or possibly do something far worse. The elves had taken several of their comrades after all. Plus, everyone knew that orcs often thought with their lower brains. Even now, Thorak's was insisting that he enter the cage and fuck this young beauty right into the mud. The idea still appealed to the relatively intelligent orc even as he kept staring at her.

"Ransom?" he repeated, noticing her shifting to rub at her bruises. "I don't think we're actually considering a ransom," his eyes flicked to look toward the nearest cluster of his men. Several were staring at their leader as he grilled their prized prisoner. At least one was openly glaring: he had a bandage over his eye, so it wasn't hard to guess what was going on there. They might have managed to drug this elf or something along those lines, but that hadn't made her any less dangerous.

"Haven't you dealt with orcs before?" he asked, looking back toward her. "We're rather simple creatures driven by two primal urges," he started holding up one finger, "to kill," and another, "to fuck," he pointed his fingers at her. "So it's more of a matter of deciding which we're going to do with you,' he lowered his hand, considering her. She did look rather petite: no doubt fitting himself inside her would feel quite good. Just the thought of seeing those pretty eyes of hers widen as she felt orcish cock stretching her tight elf pussy for the first time... it caused Thorak's loins to stir, the shifting of the leather flap covering his genitals giving it way.

"So," he nodded toward her, "the real question you should be asking is whether I intend to take you on the muddy ground or let you clean up first," he smiled, showing his pointed teeth as he did so. Thorak had all but decided, knowing what the show would do, both for this elfish bitch and for his men. His hardening cock was starting to sap away his more intelligent thought processes anyway. He just needed to determine whether he intended to drug her or attempt force. Just how dangerous was she in her current position? Would it require magic? or could he take her in the proper orcish fashion? Or was there... perhaps, a way of getting her to spread her legs more willingly? So many questions to answer, and just thinking of them caused Thorak to lick his lips lasciviously.

 

[Major Mario]

Oh yes, Aprile had dealt with orcs before, but she had also dealt with dwarves, humans and elves of many races. In a heinous show of either ignorance or indifference Aprile had decided that she didn't really care much for the culture of others or what their 'place' in society was. She saw others as objects most of the time; things that needed to be protected or repaired. No, she saw others as animals, and as far as she knew orcs were the worst of them all. They had their use, certainly, and could throw a punch better than any mortal man, but when it came to doing a job and doing it well or, dare she think it, doing something that wasn't dumb labor, the orcs fell flat. Animals... Indeed they were, and it was somewhat refreshing to know that this wounded orc realized that as well.

The elf didn't take kindly to threats, and as far as she knew, this orc was trying to intimidate her. Plenty of men and even women had thought to lust after her or even clamor for her death. Fail to retrieve a few pieces of gold for a simpleton of a merchant and they'll somehow find the coin to hire muscle to try and scare some gold out of you. The only things Aprile had going for her was her status as a knight and that she was lithe enough to escape most grapples. Plus, anyone who tried to cop a feel on her usually wound up with something dislocated. And even now with this orc thinking with his dick instead of his head, Aprile had half a mind to show him that she wasn't entirely helpless.

But she wouldn't stand up and face him like an orc probably wanted. No, Aprile sought to berate the orc with her kind's silver tongue. Though in hindsight, a silver tongue didn't do much when one used it to bark idle threats in response.

"I'll pass and ask another," Aprile growled. She raised her hand and slowly balled it into a fist as if she was crushing something small within it. "Which eye do you favor the most? You so much as touch me with those depraved thoughts in your head and I'll teach you what depth perception means."

 

[darkest_fate]

Ah, the delicious defiance of the elves. Thorak took a deep breath, his eyes closing as he just relished her little act of rebellion. Growled words, a cheeky comment flipping his question. It was precisely what he'd come to expect, really, though he could certainly appreciate it when it had been done well. His eyes opened and leveled on the much smaller, unarmed little blonde spitfire that glared up at him with those flashing eyes.

"I already know what depth perception means," he replied casually, leaning a little onto the cage now. "It comes from spending years as a slave to your people," which was also why he could flawlessly speak the language, something that the elf was probably intelligent enough to follow. Thorak eyed her carefully. They should've bound her more tightly, used some ropes or some chains or something along those lines. The cage would definitely work, but she was able to move in there. Quite dangerous. The rain pounded all the harder, a crack of thunder overhead adding an almost ominous sound effect.

"It's cute that you're defiant, actually. The spunk makes you look a good deal more appealing," the orc said, rubbing his jaw with a hand. "Here's something to ponder though: have you ever heard of one of your kind escaping me? Not my orcs: I know that's happened. But has any of your kind reported an orc chief named Thorak letting one of his captives go?" He raised his brows and smiled. "Most of my prisoners end up begging to stay, actually. I wonder how long you'll take. The troops," he looked at them, "are likely already betting. I hear that the low bid is for twenty four hours, but we both know you're going to last longer than that, surely."

He smiled at her, before reaching down to his waist. The orc didn't wear much: the lack of armor made him look more intimidating, more commanding. The demonic pact made most wound seal moments after connecting with his flesh anyway; armor only prevented a little pain, and pain was too useful not to allow. But Thorak did have a set of keys. He held them up now, even jangling them slightly, clearly teasing.

 

[Major Mario]

An orc chief by the name of Thorak? Ah, so that was who he was. Aprile had a feeling that this orc in particular was someone of great status amongst orcs and, given his fluent speaking of elven, his title was well-deserved. But if Aprile seemed impressed by his fluency, she did not show it. No, all she did was mutter a soft curse in her own language at the audacity that one of her kind's boundaries had been breached. Make no mistake, it was a language that made one's culture unique. But Aprile wasn't about to forsake speaking in a show of defiance, even if it meant pissing off this Thorak. She had her pride and, like any elf, she loved to wiggle her tongue.

As Aprile listened to Thorak she couldn't help but feel happy that he was trying to intimidate her. She wasn't sanguine or a doomsayer, but Aprile was known to have a screw loose from time to time, and that showed itself whenever she was faced with a difficult position. For a knight, they were constantly reminded through hints that they were just that: knights. Anyone could pick up a sword and wear armor after enough training. And for that, they were easily replaceable. This manifested itself in Aprile and reminded her time and time again that one elf, no matter how many her accolades, could be replaced.

"Ah, so I see," Aprile growled again. This time she stood up with an indignant look hidden beneath a sardonic smile. "So, you've amassed plenty of prisoners, is that it then? So that means I'm nothing special in your eyes; not a knight, not a Royal Guard, just another woman for you to have fun with." Aprile approached the cage wall close to Thorak and fixed him with a dangerous glare. "Well, that would mean my capture is nothing special either. What you see before you is just a cog in the machine that is order, the machine that your kind so vehemently resists. You may tug me out, rust me over and ruin me or mold me to any shape you wish, but take heart: a cog can be easily replaced. I've done more than enough; can the same be said of you, Thorak the Bitter?"

Despite the set of keys being held so close now, Aprile chose to stare up at the orc with that sardonic smile on her face.

 

[darkest_fate]

The banter continued, and Thorak couldn't help but be simultaneously very amused and annoyed. He could see that sardonic smile curving her lips as she continued. Apparently her tactic was now to point out that she didn't matter in the grand scheme of things; that she was a replaceable cog in the machine. Strange argument to take, considering that it struck Thorak as working far more in his favor than hers. His rising member was making it more and more difficult to think clearly, and there was something in the way the elf defiantly came up and stared up at him that made Thorak want to grab her and skewer her all the more.

The bitter? That was new. Thorak chuckled. "Never would've thought I'd see an elf go the humble route. Your type usually loves to talk up how much better they are than us filthy orcs," he scratched his chin. Most orcs deserved that sort of talk: they had a tendency to run stupid. Plus, once their blood was up, there was no slowing them. That happened even with Thorak. It was why he kept struggling to banter as his cock stiffened further and further, demanding that he succumb to the urge to just breed the defiant little elf.

"you're slightly off in this case. See," he looked to the side again, "you're still the rising star: some hotshot big time elf. Plus you killed a lot of us. Most of the elves we fuck aren't soldiers, certainly not of your rank," he leaned forward then, his arm lashing out, grabbing at Aprile. The idea was to yank her, pull her tight against the cage, hold her and demonstrate just how much she was outmatched in terms of raw strength. "So it's going to be quite a bit of fun when your belly's swollen with an orc baby," he hissed as he pulled her close, lips twisting in a smile. Each puff of his breath should be panting in her face, letting her smell the meaty aroma that came from him. He fully expected resistance, spittle, growling, hands struggling against him. In fact, he welcomed it: he wanted her to fully resist.

It would make the final breaking all the more fun in the end.

 

[Major Mario]

Aprile wasn't prepared to bear the brunt of Thorak's strength so soon, though in hindsight she was asking for it when she approached him. Her arm felt like it was on fire merely from being in the orc's grasp, and when she was pressed tight against the cage and its bony walls, she felt very, very uncomfortable. Her cheek was smooshed against one of the bars and gave her furious pout a more childlike appearance. It wasn't a position anyone wanted to be in, so rather than submit to it Aprile started her work on trying to free herself from Thorak's grasp.

The flat edge of her free hand chopped down upon Thorak's hand, though it probably wouldn't have amounted to much given an orc's strength. Regardless, if that failed, Aprile would continue struggling and striking her hand against his grasp.

"Unhand me!" Aprile barked.

Ugh, she couldn't stand being near this orc anymore. His breath was beyond awful; it was as if she was speaking to a frenzied cannibal!

 

[darkest_fate]

The expected struggle forced Thorak's groin to harden all the further. The orc smiled as he watched the elf struggle. Her chop actually hurt a little: he had to give her that much, at the very least. It almost felt like being hit by an unruly child. For that matter, the elf looked very much like that as she barked and struggled against him. Thorak didn't move for a few moments, letting her thrash and pull against his strength, knowing that she could no more break his grasp than she could teleport out of the cage.

Then his arm blurred as he moved. He grabbed some of her hair, seizing the yellow strands between thick fingers. The orc pulled forward, practically slamming Aprile's head against the cage. His other hand left grabbing her body to quickly come up. Within seconds, he'd tied an intricate knot around the elf's hair, the end of it very much outside the cage.

Thorak hesitated for another moment, anticipating Aprile's movements. He fully expected her to attempt to untie herself, to move her hands up and toward the hair. He'd be waiting, hoping for that, or even for her to start thrashing. The moment he saw her movements, he would move again. This time he would work to grab both her hands. These he would also extend just beyond the cage, pulling them tight, grabbing hold of them with his impressive, steely grasp. Another hand would flash, ripping a shred from Aprile's garb. It would soon wrap the wrists together, further binding the elf to the cage.

Then, and only then, would the orc chief back a step from the cage. He would watch the squirming, writhing elf, pinned to the cage wall by hair and by her own hands, wanting to see that realization come onto her face, accented all the further by the rain beating upon them all.

 

[Major Mario]

Bright lights flashed into Aprile's vision when she felt searing pain coming from her scalp. Her vision blurred even further when her head collided with the bars of her cage, and for a moment she was incapacitated. She stood there with her head held high against the bars of the cage and hissed in agony as if she was going to fall over at any second. But the knight's pride and stature kept her upright, which only served to be her downfall. By the time she regained consciousness and could see things again, her hair had been tied around a bar. Clever, Aprile thought to herself, and shame on me for not cutting my hair.

This thought carried Aprile's actions as she tried to reach up and either untie the knot of hair or at the very least cut through her own strands with sharp fingernails. Shock grasped her as even her wrists were pulled through the spaces between the bars. No matter how much she struggled against Thorak's advances, she was still dizzy from the slam into the bars and thus could not react fast enough. In time her hands were bound just as well as her hair was, only this time the orc had used a piece of her outfit to tie her up.

"Feh! Bastard!" she spat. She couldn't look at the orc without putting a strain on her scalp. "Grrr..."

The elf wore a bitter, disgusted grimace that soon turned into a snarl at being constrained. For a few seconds Aprile writhed and struggled against her bindings, doing so much as to wring her wrists in an attempt to loosen the binds before giving it a rest. It would do no good to exhaust her strength so quickly, and suffice to say, Aprile didn't want to give Thorak any satisfaction. The very least she did at this point was move her wrists up and down in an attempt to find some gnarled spot on the bars with which to use as a tool.

 

[darkest_fate]

Bastard, well, that was technically accurate. Thorak stared at the elf as she continued, watching her struggle and pull against the bindings. Her hair strained, her body writhed deliciously along the cage. His men cheered as they saw that the uppity elf had been put into such a wonderful position. Doubtless it wasn't just Thorak's member which had started swelling. Orcish hands would soon be closing around thick cocks, and those of higher status would be barking at the lowers to go get some of the meat slaves they still had around.

"How much longer are you going to resist, pointy-ear?" Thorak said, sliding from the elvish for the first part and his own language for the slur. He reached a hand up, threading through the cage, and reached for Aprile's breast. One meaty hand soon encircled the elf's entire breast, and he began rolling. He squeezed her through the wet, worn fabric of her garb. First a gentle, testing squeeze, as if realizing the weight and give of the orb. How perky was a ferocious elf? How firm, how large? Thorak's hand clearly wanted to judge as if he were a discerning fruit vendor at market. Then he rolled, dragging his rough digits along the cloth, clearly seeking about.

"Please don't make this easy on me," he said, as he stepped forward. His cock had started to unfurl now, rising like a pillar between his legs. Like all orcs, Thorak was large, far larger than elves. His cock would be nearly as big as Aprile's forearm, and certainly left wild, save for ornaments that had been added to further assert his status. It twitched all the more fiercely as Thorak brought his other hand up, reaching for the other breast now. They worked in perfect unison, each matching the other, working and squeezing and teasing and pulling.

"Now would be an excellent time to start yelping about your innocence," the orc suggested, leaning forward. "Or perhaps to start telling me how you're going to remove my eyes again: I did like that one. Just don't give in quite yet," he leaned down, "my money's on a few days, after all."

 

[Major Mario]

Aprile's breasts were actually quite full and magnificent in their own way. Not perky but not horrendously big either, they were just above average, the right mixture of softness and elasticity. It was quite impressive, actually, how Aprile managed to hide them in her current outfit, though as Thorak would discover, it appeared that she did what she could to reduce her breast size with white bindings. Why she did it was anyone's guess, though it might be because most armor did not accommodate large busts. Were those bindings to be removed, Thorak probably would be pleased with touching them.

Be that as it may, Aprile was not happy that she was being groped. She gritted her teeth and moved her body about in an attempt to shake off his hands, so despite Thorak's best efforts the most he would be able to do would be to get a few passing gropes, squeezes and teases. Regardless, if his efforts were to try and tease Aprile to the point where she would become flustered and blush, he would succeed. A pink flush arose in Aprile's cheeks at the indignity of being grabbed by a brute.

"Oh sod off," Aprile muttered as she managed to look Thorak in the eye. The hair being tied in a knot was making things very hard for her. "You know as well as I do that nobody is innocent. We can go on and on about this all day if you'd like! But I'd like to know one thing, Thorak," she said, hissing his name. "How's your pride? Were you to come into this cage with me, you'll be lucky to leave with most of your parts intact."

The elf could see Thorak's monstrous and ridged cock in the corner of her eye and huffed in response. She wasn't the type of woman to swoon over something as simple and pathetic as a male organ!

 

[darkest_fate]

The elf managed quite a bit of squirming, given how pinned she was at the moment. Again the orc couldn't help but be impressed, impressed and aroused. That mounting arousal thickened his already impressive cock, forcing it to lift further, shifting the loincloth to become more and more visible. He could see her embarrassment, or at least frustration, growing. The flushed cheeks, the bitten off words, even something akin to cursing in elvish, it all spoke to Aprile's composure slipping ever so slightly. The orc's blood pounded as he saw those eyes flash, heard the words.

Nobody is innocent, hmm? Again, such strange statements from an elf. Thorak had to wonder if it wasn't this fire and pragmatism that had helped this little thing rise so quickly in the ranks. She hissed his name, taunted him, insisting that he wouldn't last long were he in the cage with her. "Brave words for someone who's already defeated and currently tied down like a sow," the orc said. He moved his hands along her body, feeling out her curves. She did seem fairly curvaceous for a young elvish woman. He had to wonder if perhaps there wasn't some human blood in her. It would certainly explain the passion, not to mention the impressive breasts and feminine curves.

"If you're that eager to get close to me, you can always just say so," Thorak continued. He ran his hand down, leaning forward now. One hand drifted to cup Aprile's rear. The orc gave it a light slap before rubbing around it, clearly feeling his way out, testing the cloth. Again there would be that almost condescending squeeze: was she as perky there as she looked? Would he find soft girlish flesh or the hardened muscles of a warrior? Or did Aprile manage to somehow balance the two of them.

"I can see the flush in your cheeks, elf," the orc growled again as he kept rubbing at the elf's ass. "It's perfectly natural. We're all designed to mate, when it comes down to it. Best thing a female can do is pop out children, after all," he chuckled and gave the ass another slap before rubbing at it. "We're all waiting to see the face you make when you cum too. I'm already picturing it in my mind..."

 

[Major Mario]

Though many people were unaware of Aprile's past, perhaps there was someone within Thorak's group of orcs who knew where the knight came from. She was the illegitimate daughter of an elven drunkard and a half-elven whore with plenty of human blood in her. Upon her birth the wee babe had been discarded and left to die, but thanks to the kindness of the city's guards and knights she was offered a second chance and grew up indoctrinated as a pawn for the people instead of a woman. She inherited the human curves and features many loved, but Aprile, out of shame, did what she could to cover those areas up.

Even now Thorak would be able to feel that curvaceous ass of hers, how it was taut in some areas and soft in others.

"Feh, only good for bearing children, eh?" Aprile couldn't stop the chuckle from escaping her lips. "I see."

Like any respectable elf, Aprile detested the idea of getting pregnant with some other race's child, though there were exceptions. An orc, however, was the worst of the lot and was rumored to stretch the vaginal walls so much to render a female useless for months after birth. The sardonic thought of being bedridden and left alone for a few months during her inevitable pregnancy filled Aprile with hope, hope that she would be able to escape one of these days. Surely these orcs cared for their own race enough that they wouldn't harm or bother Aprile during the crucial stages of pregnancy, right? That would give plenty of opportunities, plenty of situations to exploit. Bearing a disgusting spawn was an acceptable price to pay for such fertile planning periods.

Being with the knights had starved most of Aprile's erogenous zones of sensations, so for the most part Thorak's attempts to excite her only made her frustrated and exasperated with him. But there was hope for him yet, for even though nerves were starved that only meant that Aprile was more susceptible to the more lewd and aggressive motions. The rubbings to her ass had an effect on the poor elf, enough to increase the flush in her cheeks and entice a groan. Aprile shut her mouth tight and formed a grim, thin frown upon her lips to keep that groan from being vocalized. She would aspire to wait out this indignity, for as long as Thorak got his pleasure from seeing her squirm, Aprile would get her pleasure out of seeing him get frustrated with her.

 

[darkest_fate]

Strange: this "elf" had curves. That ass felt wonderful against Thorak's fingers. He could feel the soft roundness and plumpness that he generally associated with humans and their ilk. He had to squeeze several times, rubbing to feel just how soft the bottom actually happened to be. The rain caked her clothing to her, so it wasn't as if she could really hide that much. yet the orc swore that something literally wrapped her body tight. She... surely she didn't bind herself? Had the gods somehow created a female that happened to have all the best features of both elf and human?

To think, just when Thorak thought his cock couldn't grow any harder...

"I set best, not only," Thorak corrected. He began outright rubbing the elf's rear, having noticed that she was certainly growing more and more flushed with the motions. "You're obviously talented as a fighter. Even the dimmest of my men would acknowledge that. Actually makes you more appealing; any offspring begotten out of you would probably inherit that," the orc gave the rare another squeeze before pulling at her garment. He could feel the wet fabric slithering upward, bunching into his hand. Rain continued to wash down, but the orc swore it grew warmer. "I'm actually hoping they get some of your natural beauty too. Strange," he ran his hand down her rear, likely very lightly covered now, "most elves don't have such deliciously naughty curves."

The orc gave her rear another slap, letting out a sharp laugh as water sprayed and flesh undulated. He began rubbing again, looking to try and fully analyze her undergarment, assuming she wore such a thing. Meanwhile his other hand started tracing her curves, feeling along the fabric, clearly trying to deduce what she wore beneath. Thorak's curiosity fed into his arousal: what was the elf hiding underneath her garb, hmm? Could she possibly possess a truly impressive bust in addition to a plump ass and actual, honest-to-gods hips?

 

[Major Mario]

"Th-that's enough. Stop, stop touching me," Aprile growled. She writhed against the orc's grasp and raised her tone, now sounding rather agitated and somewhat fearful. "For the love of the goddesses, restrain yourself!"

But no matter how much Aprile struggled, her hair and wrists were still bound against the bars of the cage she was in. If anything, her struggling was only making things worse. She was getting tired and sore from squirming about while the rain was doing wonders in beating away bits of her resolve. If this heavy rainfall kept up she might just catch a cold, and that would severely hamper her. An elf was lithe enough as they were, so anything that got in the way of their agility and made them easy pickings for orcs was something to be avoided. Aprile huffed and panted with fright as the idea that she might actually be violated sank in.

If any of these orcs got a good look at her curves or womanly features, they would never let her go. Damn the goddesses for giving her bodacious hips and a rack human men would masturbate over! In all honesty, Aprile had an unhealthy amount of self-disgust because of her human features. She wanted to be a knight, to be taken seriously, yet she had been granted a body suited for a rich noble's wet dreams. She hated her body, and that was why she tried her hardest to cover it up or bind it.

Thorak, in his excited rubbing of Aprile's luscious ass, would discover that the elf wore tight spandex shorts. Why they were tight was anyone's guess, though being that Aprile wore spandex shorts instead of panties proved that she had body image troubles. Unfortunately for her, they allowed plenty of sensations to pass through, and that meant that Thorak's rubbing began to affect Aprile more and more. And her breasts, Thorak would discover, were also victim to the elf's desire to hide her figure. She was wearing some kind of heavy bandage that compressed her breasts. Those puppies were dug in, hunkered down and, in all honesty, held prisoner.

 

[darkest_fate]

The more Thorak rubbed, the more the realization grew: this elf had curves. Not just simple, lithe, elvish curves that stirred the loins of all orcs, particularly those with a yen for underdeveloped bodies, but lush curves that would make more courtesans flush. The orc could feel the fabric straining to contain a truly impressive rear, and his other hand soon found the thick bandages. He chuckled as his thick fingers rubbed against each of them. He could hear her still feisty cries: insistances that he stop, even an actual begging plea. That sounded a good deal more as he'd expected, and something that was music to his ears.

But to think that the Royal Guard candidate had a sinful body! Thorak found his cock pumping slightly, bits of his thick precum already starting to leak an drizzle down his member, caught by the rain coming down. "I'm already restraining myself, elf," he said, chuckling. "You're not down on all fours with my cock stretching out your pussy, are you?" he chuckled again, before leaning back. "Check this out, my brethren!" he slapped her ass again. "This elf's got an ass!" Several orcs hooted at that knowledge, hands falling to stroke as they watched their leader palm the rounded rear of one of the elves' most fierce warriors.

"And that's not all!" Thorak cried. He jerked at the front of Aprile's garb. Rough hands tugged aside fabric, pulling down to the bandage. "This elf's got a pair of tits on her!" he cried. One hand gripped the bandages tight. Muscles flexed as Thorak pulled harsh. It caught for a moment, no doubt shoving Aprile hard against the cage, hard enough to leave marks, hard enough to add yet more sensation. Then it would rip, and those bodacious breasts would soon be bounding free for all the orchish eyes to see. After all, Aprile couldn't move her hands to cover or even duck her head down to get hair. Her swollen, lewd chest would be visible for all the orcish eyes.

Thorak even took a step back, wanting to see his new prize in the full, see the rain running down that luscious body, and see the look on her face as she beheld his pulsing cock, rain water making it glisten like an alien monolith in the dim grey of the day.

 

[Major Mario]

"Aagh! Feeh, eeghh..." Aprile's grunts sounded quite vicious against the feeling of Thorak slapping her rounded ass, but like a caged dog, she was all bark and no bite.

It sickened Aprile to feel those thick, putrid fingers against her ass and curves, and even more for those sick hands to come down hard upon her. Yes, every part of Thorak was sickening. It hurt to get pulled against the bars of the cage, but it hurt even more to have those bandages ripped from her chest so her thick breasts could come tumbling out. The indignity of it all would haunt Aprile for weeks to come. She wanted to shout out against this injustice, but in doing so it would entice Thorak to do even more.

In the end, Aprile aspired to say nothing at all. She didn't even want to look at Thorak or any of his men, and especially not that disgustingly large member that was pulsating before her. If she tried her best not to react, well... Actually, Aprile didn't know what to do or what plans to make at the moment. She was powerless, constrained, wet and miserable, not to mention indecent now. All that she wanted to do now was hang her head and glance away, all so Thorak couldn't see how frustrated, infuriated, embarrassed and powerless she was at that moment. A knight did not cry, not even when faced with tough situations like this.

At least the rain was doing a good job covering up some of her expressions... Though at this point Aprile was getting tired of it all; the waiting was killing her. Were she the psychotic sort, she would have thought she was already getting bored with how Thorak was treating her.

 

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There they were: a pair of delicious breasts free for all the orcish eyes to witness. The rain poured along them, dripping off and making the feisty elf look all the more pathetic. Though at this juncture, there wasn't too much more that could be done to make Aprile look more debased. Her ass stuck into the air; her hair wrapped about a cage; her breasts freed; her head hanging low. The orcs were fapping furiously now, especially as they knew this was all just their leader's opening act.

"Look at the little elf, boys!" Thorak yelled, making sure to do so in a language everyone would understand. "Check out that body," he nodded toward her, "curves like that: she was clearly built for fucking, and not for some little limp-dicked elvish prick!" He thrust his hand into the air, letting out a sharp roar and getting his men pumped up. "Thorak's going to make this little Royal Guard wannabe realize just what sort of body she has," he stepped forward, his hands roaming Aprile's curves. Rough fingers came up, kneading the impressive bared breasts. He squeezed them, pulled tight. His gnarled talons pinched against her nipples, digging deep enough to jut into the flesh and falling just short of drawing blood. Then he pulled at them, yanking them forward and out and up and down before releasing.

"I don't want to scrape my dick on some tight, dry elf pussy," he hissed, one hand squeezing Aprile's breast while the other drifted lower, falling between her legs. "Gonna make her nice and wet, my brethren!" while said brethren yelled, Thorak leaned forward. His lips seemed to hover as if he were about to take Aprile's in a kiss. Then his hand shot between her legs, not just squeezing or groping but literally lifting the elf up by her sex, pulling tight. His head lunged, mouth open as he engulfed nearly an entire breast with his mouth. The other hand pinched the nipple at just that time, all three major erogenous zones hit simultaneously. He waited only a moment before pulling off to speak, again in her tongue: "You know you can get a male to finish faster if you simply pretend, my little elvish pet. I'm going to work till I hear your pretty little voice cry out, so feel free to play along," and his mouth descended, going right to work.

 

[Major Mario]

Aprile, from her position, had no idea how on earth this orc was able to reach her ass and tits when she was within the cage. Certainly he stuck his hands through the bars, but... How on earth was he doing that anyway? Was there some kind of magic he was working that allowed him to touch and reach so far? Manipulation would be hampered for anyone who tried reaching through bars, and it wasn't as if Aprile had her tits sprayed out on either side of a bar as if she was about to dispense milk. And she had thought that she had kept the rest of her body away from the bars, what with having learned her lesson when it came to the hair and hands. It just... baffled the mind.

But if Thorak was going to defy logic in Aprile's eyes, then she was going to get one back at him. He could touch her, yes, but so could she to him.

"Mmmmphh!" Aprile moaned in pain as her breasts were squeezed and cut into with those sharp fingernails of Thorak's. Was that supposed to make her feel good? "Mmmhh!"

Then she was lifted by her sex which felt both disgusting and panic-inducing. She wasn't aroused at all by the act as she was with the touches to her ass or breasts. If anything, the feeling of being lifted and held up by her sex put a tremendous strain on what Aprile wanted to do next. She felt constricted once again with her hair tied in a fucking knot and her wrists tied. To hell with reactions or moaning, let alone a simple statement to showcase her disgust. Aprile wasn't angry anymore, she was pissed, and rightly so.

As Thorak returned his mouth to one of her breasts- baffling, actually- Aprile opened her mouth wide and descended upon whatever she could reach. If Thorak was suckling on a breast, that meant that his scalp and temple were in range, and that meant a firm, harsh bite there if possible. It was a reckless act to be sure, but what other options did Aprile have? Play along? Please!

 

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It did seem almost surreal that the orc could so easily deal with the bars and barriers. True, they were wide enough that an arm could extend quite a ways, even one as thick as Thorak's, but he seemed to almost phase through them as if they weren't there. Or at least, he seemed quite able to twist and pull around the bindings, getting to her despite the stiff wood and bone that had helped keep her locked into place for so long. Or maybe it was just his demonic aide allowing him such powers. It hardly mattered, with the end result being what it was.

The elf clearly didn't appreciate Thorak's kind work to her. The orc could feel her disgust and sense that it wasn't arousal being built within her, but a fury. She'd twisted and he could actually feel her biting down hard upon his head. Such a strange act: it caused pain, certainly, but the disgust of putting orcish flesh into a mouth would surely have been enough to deter most elves. Apparently Aprile had grown angry beyond that.

Thorak drew back, feeling blood welling atop his head. "Well, it seems as if you're not appreciative at all," he said, before again drawing the key. This time he unlocked the door, sliding the entrance of the cage up before letting gravity take it down. The weight and operation of the entrance was yet another precaution: most elves couldn't lift something that high off the ground, even for their slender bodies to worm underneath. Thorak did it single-handedly.

"Why bother resisting?" he asked, approaching Aprile from behind, within the cage now and knowing the perils of losing the protective bars. "You're going to end up the same either way," he moved forward again, hands snaking to her shorts, rubbing against her ass, slightly perturbed at having to take a step backward but needing to judge how she would react, how far she could move, what she would do. He didn't want another bite on the top of his head: the blood welling there was enough, thank you. For now, he could rub rounded elf ass quite contentedly, and he had a few very good ideas of where to go next.

 

[Major Mario]

Aprile spat and coughed after having bitten the orc where she could. It wasn't the best attack, and in the long run it wouldn't amount to anything, but the knight was 'emotionally compromised' in her angry state of mind. She did it to nurse her wounded pride and to show this damn orc that while, yes, she may meet her end as a whore or some carcass lying on the side of the road, she was going to go down fighting. Every little act of rebellion that Aprile could accomplish, she would take it upon herself to go against Thorak at nearly every turn. She would wear her bruises from him and his men with pride knowing that they were earned well.

This elf truly believed that her body could be broken but her spirit would remain strong.

Again she chose to remain silent, though the little chuckle that escaped Aprile's lips seemed almost fitting for the situation. She thought she heard some frustration in Thorak's tone and, while she was frightened of him, she was going to delight in any incident that came upon him. Him coming into her cage sealed her doom, that she knew. She was going to be violated and abused, that much was true. But hopefully Aprile would be able to fight back just a little, just enough to make Thorak reconsider his treatment.

Knowing that the orc was approaching her from behind made Aprile tense up for merely a moment before she kicked back at him like a mule. She was still wearing her boots which, while probably not doing much to such a decorated orc like Thorak, would still sting upon contact. As long as her legs were unrestrained or operational, Aprile would keep kicking.

 

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A kick: somehow Thorak should've expected as much. He caught the first kick hard on a leg, grunting at the impact. Damn bitch kept right on fighting till the end, didn't she? Well, it wouldn't be any fun if she didn't. Each time Aprile struggled she fueled more and more of Thorak's fire. He could literally feel the heat running through his veins. Her taking would be all the rougher, all the harder for it. Oh, how he was going to enjoy fucking her into sweet submission, and when his demonic partner got ahold of her...

But for now, he had to deal with thrashing elven feet. He saw the next one coming and moved slightly to the side. His arm came down, pinning her leg into place. He held her tightly there, muscles flexing, and he moved forward again. She could pull all she wanted: no elf would be breaking free of an orc's grip, especially not one that had been left in the rain against an orcish chief with demonic power flowing through his veins. He stepped closer, now pressing his impressive cock along Aprile's softly rounded buttocks.

"Your fire continues to impress," he said, practically purring. He drew his other arm down, running along her body again. The orc moved quickly, cupping her by the sex yet again. This time he lifted and moved. His arms flexed, pushing Aprile's legs into the air, each arm holding tight. His face went between her legs, and he did fully expect her to try and twist or fight or otherwise grab against him. Except that the orc wasted no time: his mouth closed upon the elf's sex, circling it, gumming and mouthing it through her spandex shorts as if he were starving and she the most delicious meal he'd ever had.

Several orcs cheered, and a few of Thorak's more personal guard had moved forward. They saw the potential for harm here, even as they figured that even an elf couldn't be quite that agile. If need be, they would move into intercept, stop her from killing their chief. With a slight nod from Thorak, they could even come in and hold the girl down, though all knew that the chief would want to be solely responsible for taking the haughty little bitch.

 

[Major Mario]

"N-no... No, dammit no!"

Aprile broke her silence when she realized that she could no longer struggle. This orc, this Thorak, had finally pinned her into a submissive state where any kind of resistance would be met with intense pain or death. Though Aprile had entertained the thought of ending her own life instead of living as a whore or breeding stock for orcs, she ultimately decided that she valued living and surviving through hardships. With her legs up in the air and her position nearly spreadeagle against the bars that held her, Aprile could do very little against Thorak's advances.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the anger in Aprile's system began to fade away and be replaced by fear and shameful arousal. In all the action the elf had forgotten that getting touched in her erogenous zones was simply divine after months, no, years of being starved. Her breasts, though violated, pulsed and bounced as if they were alive and dreaming about being fondled once again. Even her ass, as bubbly as it was, seemed all-too happy to accommodate that impressive cock within the valley that was her buttocks. Her body was trying to betray her, Aprile realized, and it frightened her more than Thorak did. She winced and did her best not to squirm, though that cock against her ass certainly was complicating things.

Luckily the cock would leave, but soon it would be replaced by Thorak's hungry mouth upon her spandex-covered sex. It wasn't directly on her cunny, but that didn't matter. Aprile could still feel his husky breath pumping into her now moist cunny, she could feel his lips opening and closing around her slit and it made the elf hysterical. Her shorts could be easily torn through, she remembered, and if the orc so wished he could spear her right then and there. She gritted her teeth even as her blush increased while she tried in vain to keep calm. It didn't take a genius to realize that despite her best efforts, she was getting very aroused.

 

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Finally Thorak had made the elf realize the predicament she was in. They all came to this point eventually, that realization that there would be no escape, that they would be filled with orcish cock and, worst of all, that they would enjoy it. They'd never expect an orc to actually engage in something like foreplay, but the sex slave training had lent Thorak those unique skills. He loved to see the surprise, to hear the unwanted moans, as his trembling females ended up giving way. To feel them vibrating with orgasms that they hadn't anticipated, before his cock was even fully freed? Truly a sweet sensation, and one that proved that at the end of the day, everyone felt it.

That plump ass seemed almost ready for him, and he was sorely tempted to simply rip off the shorts and start fucking it then and there. Slamming her against the cage would be ever so wonderful, especially taking a taboo hole before he even began working her sex. But no, first, first he must feast. His drool ran down the sides of his mouth as he kept eating. Lips moved as the orc continued his work, long black tongue flailing. That dexterous muscle wiggled and writhed, pushing against the fabric, rubbing along it. Thorak dragged the stretchy material up along Aprile's sex, running it up and down, moving it against her. He could feel the heat and the wet starting to gather within.

The orc chuckled. He shifted, his hands moving to grab her round ass while he feasted, fingers digging in, talons pressing against her flesh. His tongue jutted forward, the pressure forcing fabric between the walls. As soon as he stretched it inward, he started rolling, moving his tongue, twirling and running and eventually seeking out that little hood that all women possessed. he fully intended to rub and tease her clit through her shorts, and his knowledge of elven anatomy would help with that.

All the while Thorak could hear the cheers and jeers of his people. His guard had again pulled out their cocks, several pumping and looking. Shouted bets could be heard in orcish, each one claiming that the elf was going to cum her brains out in a matter of minutes, seconds, any moment now...