Author's Notes:
This story is based off of a few 3D Toon picture sets I've seen across the internet and (very) loosely based in a Forgotten Realms setting. I don't claim to be an expert on magic or anything in D&D/Forgotten Realms/Pathfinder/Whatever so please don't rules-lawyer me on what can and cannot be done with certain classes, races, etc.
Spoiler Alert/Fair Warning (since I seem to need to have this based on some of the past comments on a couple of my other stories): This story deals with the capture, enslavement, and ravishment of a couple of elf ladies. Yes, there is non-consent/reluctance, enslavement, slavery, non-human, monster sex, tentacles, magic, cum inflation, forced impregnation, breeding, mind control, mind breaks, forced orgasms, some erotic torture, pursuits, captures, abductions, etc... and not necessarily in that order... involved in this story (I'm only allowed to have 10 tags on a story and I've already used that on fantasy, elf, orc, capture, bondage, non-consensual, ravishment, slave, pregnancy, submissive, and forced sex).
But, despite all of that, it
does
have a happy ending for the heroes and heroines.
The orcs? Eh... not so much.
So if this is not your cup of tea, please move on to another story on this website and don't bother complaining as I will delete trolling messages, hate messages, or whatever bitching people decide to do complaining that this is not my 'usual' story. I am, after all, trying to break out of my usual shell and try something a little bit new... and darker.
Okay, I think that I covered all of the bases now. So are you still with me? Alright then... let's get on with the story. Please be sure to vote and leave
constructive
feedback. After all; I can't improve if you're not honest with me.
As always; thank you for reading!
-Alex Clayton/DieselJester
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CHAPTER 1:
With her toned elven legs pumping as fast as they could and her golden blonde hair whipping in her wake, Sharia ran as fast as she could through the sparse woods to the ruins ahead. Moments before the royal carriage that she'd been in had been hit by an orc war party and every single warrior slain. The dying words of the commander of the warriors that had been her escort echoed in her mind;
Stay Alive no matter what! Protect the secret!
Sharia was terrified of what might become of her. Intellectually she knew what was about to befall her. That was of small comfort. She'd been warned of this. She'd been prepared for this. She'd even volunteered for this mission. Even still, she did not think that she was ready for it.
She got to the ruins and paused to catch her breath. Sharia had no idea how long she'd been running or how far. As she paused to get her bearings she realized that she was at the ruins of Al'shalune which was well over ten miles from the main road that her carriage had been on.
Something did not feel right in her gut. Her enhanced hearing picked up no sounds of pursuit. Even if she'd left her attackers far behind she should still be able to hear someone coming after her. They wouldn't have gone through all of this trouble and not give chase. They would not have... a tiny sob escaped her lips... killed everyone who had protected her. After gathering herself, she took a tentative step out from her momentary place of refuge, her golden sandals that were laced up to her knees not making a single sound on the cobblestones of the ruined road.
Out of habit, Sharia smoothed out her white silk mini tunic and ventured forth. Maybe she could find a weapon here to aid her? Before she could get too far, ropes shot out from either sides of her, snagging her wrists and her ankles. She was dragged down to the ground and she heard the high pitched whooping of small creatures all around her.
Goblins!
She thought with fear.
Sharia tried bringing her hands together in order to cast a freeing spell but the ropes pulled taut and her arms and legs were splayed out wide. "You're not going anywhere, Princess!" a high screeching voice. Her gaze went to her left and her breath caught when she saw a little goblin standing atop a fallen pillar. He wore shabby brown robes and held a gnarled little walking stick in his hand. "I told the orc masters that herding you into a trap would be the way to go. Now we will be richly rewarded. More so if you tell us what we want to know!"
"I'm not telling you anything!" Sharia shouted up at him, acting braver than she actually felt. Fear was welling up in the pit of her stomach as more goblins were coming out from around her all with leering smiles on their faces.
"We should beat her!" one goblin yelled. He, like many of his brethren, wore only a loincloth and carried a simple club.
"We should compel her with the warlock's magic!" another yelled.
"We should," another started to yell but was quickly cut off.
"Silence!" the goblin warlock yelled. He shook his head to his goblin fanatics. "Elves are proud of their high pain tolerance. But, they are vain and haughty creatures. They pride their modesty to other races that they consider... lesser." He pointed his staff towards Sharia. "What is your mission, Princess? Why do you risk yourself to travel to the central elven kingdom? What message are you carrying?"
"I-I'm not telling you!" Sharia said. "I can't. I won't!"
"You'll talk." The warlock said gleefully. With a swipe down through the air with his staff, Sharia's tunic parted down the middle as if it'd been cut by a knife. The goblins all around her cheered for more. The warlock then slashed to the side, parting her tunic at the shoulders so that it could easily be removed. Sharia clamped her mouth shut and braced herself for the inevitable. "Still won't talk?" the goblin warlock asked. "Fine. Strip her!"
As if unleashed, the goblins crowded her, pulling and tugging at her silk tunic until it was completely removed from her body. They then faded back, all of them holding scraps of it like trophies. Now they could easily see her golden bracers that ran from her wrists to her elbows as well as the golden wire brassiere and panties that she wore. "Talk, Princess!" The warlock demanded. "We know that you are the Princess of Caoluna and that you are to meet with Prince Ellisar. We know that you're the Princess because you were chased out of the royal carriage and by all of the gold that you adorn all over your... hm... fine body. Now, what is this meeting about? Why do you cross orc territory to do this? Why do you throw the lives of your warriors away to do this meeting? Why is this important to the elves?"
Sharia felt a lump rise up in her throat. Deep down she knew that whatever she said would not garner her freedom from these vile creatures. She dared not tell them the truth for all would be lost is she did. No, it was better for her people and her kingdom for her to remain silent and to endure. It was all that she could do.
It was what was demanded of her.
"Still not talking?" The goblin warlock demanded. "Take her gold! But leave the crown! The bosses demands it stay upon her head!"
Once again the goblins descended upon her. This time she felt their grubby little hands all over her arms, legs, thighs, abdomen, and breasts as they roughly relieved her of her golden vestments. She was now laying on the cold stone completely exposed to these vile creatures. Her face burned with shame and humiliation. More so was the fact that her nipples perked up from where the goblins had brushed them. Her sex was also starting to moisten from where they'd groped her inner thighs and pussy. Only the circlet that adorned her forehead and her ornate earrings, signifying her status, remained in place.
"Last chance, Princess. Tell us what our masters want to know!" The goblin warlock demanded. He glowered down at her when she remained silent. "I grow tired of asking. Now you will tell us or I assure you that the orcs will not be as kind." He waited a moment and then growled. "No? Fine. Better for us anyway. TAKE HER!" he shouted.
The goblins all cheered. Sharia's eyes went wide when she looked at the goblin mob once again. Their little pricks were starting to stand upright from underneath of their loincloths, if not fully hard already, from them gazing upon her naked body all this time. Now when they rushed her it was with personal purpose. Even now, loincloths were being stripped and clubs dropped as they all crowded in for their turn.
NO!
Sharia mentally screamed, twisting her head hard to the right to avoid the first goblin who tried to shove its small cock past her lips. She felt the hands of another already groping her pert left breast while two others were feeling up her inner thighs again. Another goblin came up to the other side of her head to bring his cock up to her face. The two on either side of her head held her steady while they began brushing their pricks up and down her cheeks.
At her breasts, another goblin joined in the first one in molesting her. She then felt a little mouth and a raspy tongue graze the underside of her tit, dragging along the nipple hard. Sharia squeezed her eyes shut as her nipples hardened even more from the attention that her breasts were getting. Farther down her body her smooth, hairless, pussy was being spread wide open by small hands with others probing inside of her and feeling her wetness. She even felt one of their tongues start to taste her juices.