"Devon? Matt?" More silence punctuated by another groan and something that sounded like gagging.
I tested my restraints, trying to use my abilities to escape. Nothing. Like Matt had said, my skills seemed useless.
Jessica coughed a few times, then yelled again. "No! Get away from me! Stop! No! Help!" A sharp slap interrupted her shouting. She yelped.
"No, don't, please—unh! Oh... No! ...Fuck. Oh my God. Oh, fuck..." She groaned, going silent for a minute. Another loud slap and she yelped again, this time with an odd note in her voice.
"Ah! Ah! Ahh... ohh... fuck... no... stop..."
A new sound filtered through the cells—the sound of wet flesh on flesh, fast and hard, over and over again. The blood drained from my face. They were fucking her. This had all been fun and games, maybe a little over the top, but now...
They were going to use me too. Why else was I tied up like this?
Jessica whimpered and moaned, the wet slapping going on and on. The image of poor Jess' huge tits shaking wildly flashed through my mind. That would be me soon enough.
The grunting and moaning grew louder. "Ahh... please... no... don't... What? No! Don't cum inside me! Wait! Ah! Ahh... Nngh..." A deep groan accompanied Jessica's whimper. The elf was pumping her full of cum. Jess sounded so worried, but these weren't our bodies. None of this could be real. It would be fine.
Or maybe they could breed us. What would happen when we left? If we ever left.
They didn't give me much time to panic. A few moments later, my cell door rattled.
"Hello, human. You look quite ready for me. Splendid." Cool fingers stroked my slick entrance. My muscles tensed. I couldn't believe how wet I was from hearing Jessica's moans and protests.
"No, wait. There-there's been a mistake. We're not who you think we are. Please."
He chuckled, the rich sound tingling my spine. "You are humans. We don't care who you are."
Two long fingers slid inside me. I gasped, my inner muscles involuntarily clenching. There was no fumbling awkwardness; it was like he knew my body intimately. His agile fingers stroked my wet flesh, his thumb casually teasing my clit.
Pleasure snuck into my mind, slowly taking over. I almost didn't hear the sound of rustling cloth. Elves were slender and light; maybe their cocks were small, too.
Hot, buttery skin brushed my ass. I flinched. He didn't feel small.
His fingers withdrew. "Mmm. Soft, slick, and tasty, too. What a delight. Having fun yet, human?"
My elf was more verbose than Jessica's. I wasn't sure if that was better.
I strained against my straps. "No, please stop. Why are you doing this?"
His cock slid up and down my slit. "Some of us like humans more than our own kind. And you all enjoy it so much." The bulbous tip pressed against my entrance.
"Please, please don't. I don't want—oh... ohh... no... please!" I gasped as he slowly pushed into me. Elves weren't real, but this felt real. This body felt everything. His cock was way too big, the tip barely fitting past my pussy lips. I struggled frantically, attempting to use my skills again.
He stopped moving. Everything stopped. The next six seconds seemed like ten minutes, his cock stuck in the act of slowly stretching me, my body refusing to adjust. The intense feeling lasted the entire time. I cried and resolved not to use any more skills. This was torture.
Time restarted. The elf didn't seem to notice the difference. He caressed my waist. "Yes, beg, human. Beg me to stop, beg me to be gentle." He sounded all too eager. I did it anyway. Tears spilled from my eyes as his cock continued to split me open.
"No! Ah! Pull out, please pull out!" I begged as he penetrated me deeper and deeper. But all that pent-up, torturous stretching flooded my pussy, and his progress was too smooth, his thick shaft sliding all the way into me too quickly. His sigh of satisfaction when the base of his cock met my entrance only made me cry harder.
"What's wrong, human? Aren't you enjoying this? Penetrating you was so easy." he said, his lithe hands stroking my sides.
I sniffled. "Please just let us go. I don't want this. Please."
His fingers traced my hip and brushed my skin until he unerringly found my clit. I jolted, my pussy tightening instinctively. He laughed softly, then pulled out and rammed back in, settling into hard, forceful thrusts back and forth while he used my body.
"I suggest you accept your situation. You'll be here for a while." He rubbed my clit while he pumped into me, my inner walls adjusting and welcoming his ongoing invasion. I couldn't help feeling the pleasure as his cock massaged my wet folds, his fingers circling and pressing my sensitive nub.
"Ahh... no... you can't... ahh!" Every thrust in filled me too well, like his cock was just the perfect girth. Every stroke out left me feeling empty, wishing I could move enough to push myself back onto him—glad that I couldn't, for my own dignity. He built up speed gradually, the burning intensity between my legs increasing at the same pace.
My muscles shook, my tears drying as the pleasure took over my mind. All I could feel was his cock plunging into me over and over again, his fingers rubbing my clit in rhythm, my body gently rocking with his insistent thrusts, pleasure warming every inch of my skin.
"Ahh... mmm... ahh! Ohh..."
"Little human sluts. Heh. You're all such fertile little human sluts," he groaned.
I barely heard him. Pleasure rose and broke over me, my pussy clamping on this wonderful cock as blissful waves of heat tore through my body. I barely even registered my own moans.
"Yes, I knew you'd enjoy this. You'll beg for it soon enough." He laughed and fucked me faster, his shaft feeling thicker and harder inside me as my muscles twitched. With a satisfied groan and thrust after hard thrust, heat began to fill my belly, his pumping forceful and purposeful in the back of my tunnel, the base of his cock grinding my entrance. I whimpered as my body welcomed the hot spurts of fluid, as he filled me again and again.
"Delightful," he sighed. "I'll certainly return—perhaps after I sample your friend." His cock slid out of me, fluids dribbling to the floor.
I panted, my body still humming with pleasure. "Please let us go."
It was terrible that his laughter was a joy to hear, soft and wild, infectious. My back crawled. I wanted to relax. I needed to curl up in a corner and cry.
"You sweet little human," he murmured, his hand spreading over my stomach. He rubbed a light circle before sliding to my breasts, his gentle rolling of my nipples sending shockwaves to my pussy. "We've only just begun with you."
His hand left and the cell door rattled again. "Have a good evening, breeder."
I shivered. Breeder. He couldn't. These weren't our bodies. At worst—no. I stopped thinking about it, just holding on tightly to the belief that we couldn't possibly get pregnant.
Soft sobbing interrupted my thoughts.
"Jess? Are you..." I called out.
"Nngh... They won't stop... fucking me. Oh... no..."
I heard it then: a faint, constant rhythm. I'd been too focused on my own abused body.
"Don't hurt her!" I yelled. "Leave her alone!"
"Ah! ....Ok! It... doesn't hurt... they're making me tell you that it doesn't hurt! No! You said if I—! Mmph!"
Faint laughter and the sounds of gagging filtered through the cells. I recognized the sound this time. They were choking her with a cock down her throat.
The wet slapping grew louder. I realized I was breathing faster, my body warm, my pussy tingling. I'd only been fucked once. My body was ready for more, especially while listening to my friend with at least two cocks servicing her—raping her. I shuddered.
Jess started moaning, her noises muffled and garbled but still distinctly moans of pleasure. My hips subconsciously rolled in the air as she grew louder and clearer.
"Ah! Ah! Ahh! Oh, fuck... no... Ahh!" Her voice hit a higher note at the end.
I'd never heard her cum before, but I had the feeling I just did. Heat gathered between my legs, my body hoping for the same horrible treatment.
The cell door swung open behind me. Lightning ran up my spine.
"Hello, sweet thing." This voice was deeper but no less musical. "Oh, my companion made a mess of you. How thoughtless. Here, let me..."
A warm, damp cloth swiped my crotch. My back arched into it instinctively, a soft gasp escaping my throat. I was so sensitive.
"Much better," he purred. "Don't you agree?"
I nodded, hopeful. "Thank you. Please—could you help us? We don't want to be here. Please."
A puff of breath whispered over my lower back as he laughed. My muscles twinged, then again when his tongue dragged up the length of my spine.
"Of course, sweetling," he murmured. His voice almost distracted me from the insistent pressure at my slit. "Just as soon as we're done with you."
He shoved his cock all the way inside me in one, swift stroke, hitting my cervix and forcing my tunnel open even wider. I shrieked. His hand covered my mouth. "Shh, shh. None of that. Oh, what a tight little cunt you have."
He continued murmuring in a gentle tone as he withdrew and punched back into my sore flesh, ramming the full length of his thick cock in and out before I was ready. He shushed me again as my tears spilled onto his hand, the pain and discomfort making it hard to breathe through my nose. He groaned when my pussy reluctantly adjusted around his girth, his shaft sliding rapidly in and out, my thighs shaking from the pleasure assaulting my system.
