Oh to be an elf in such a world as this. Allisa Xilra of course was born with this privilege. She was the lithe form of a wood elf. Her shoulders were freckled, her feet stayed bare, and her long auburn hair hung behind her in curls. She was slight, as wood elves tend to be, and walked with a sureness that came from lifetimes spent in the forest. When Bazur's troop came to the forest she along with many of those that lived in the peaceful wood were taken as slaves. They had never known violence, and as such were little match to the battle hardened orcs. The troop took what they wanted from the spoils, but the only treasure Bazur desired was Allisa. The moment he saw her he knew, she had to be his. He claimed her the moment she was inventoried, and as such, she was sent to his tent.
The elf that stood before him wore nothing but a thick metal collar around her neck. Her naked body was his to enjoy. She kept her eyes on the ground, his tent had a rug so her bare feet were not subjected to the dirt. She had been washed for him, and her skin looked a bit pink from the rough scrubbing.
"Allisa Xilra, of the Speckled Wilds." He said, his voice sounding stern. Her long ears hung sadly out from among her curls, the earrings having been taken to be sold.
"Yes master." She nodded. He smirked, already so obedient, what a treat. Standing he rounded his desk, hooking a finger in her collar to drag her closer. When she was just before him he leaned down and looked in her eyes. They were big green orbs, but there was no sadness behind them.
"Have you been mated before?" He asked.
"No master." She replied. His grin spread, she was utterly his to take.
"I am the leader of this troop, so I have the say of where the rest of your people are sent. If you entertain me I can send them to affluent lands to be kept as decoration pieces. If you disappoint me, I can send them to the work camps where they will sweat and die." He said. "So Allisa, which would you choose?"
"I want to please you master." She looked up at him. Her ears lifted and she gave him a determined stare.
"Good." He returned to his seat. "You may go for now." He waved dismissively. She seemed confused, but departed.
When dinner came, he had the servants make her bring it to him. She served him, and then stepped back.
"On your hands and knees please." He picked up the turkey leg. She dropped to her hands and knees and he put his feet up on her back. He ate like that, leaning back, comfortable. When he was done, he dropped the plate on the floor. "Dinner." He said, moving his feet off her and watching as she scarfed down the scraps he'd granted.
"Thank you master." She said looking up at him when she was done.
"Now go wait in my bed." He waved dismissively. She hopped up and darted away.
Upon arriving to the curtained off portion of his tent where he slept, he found her sitting on the ground at the end of the bed.
"I believe I said in my bed." He remarked as he began shedding clothes.
"Of course master." She immediately climbed onto the straw stuffed matt, the animal skins looking enticing against her tanned skin. He walked over, now just in his undergarments and hooked his finger around her collar again, pulling her up to her knees on the bed.
"What kind of master do you take me for?" He asked, looking down at her, regarding her curiously.
"Master?" She looked confused.
"Indulge me." He let go, and stepped back. He was over a head taller than her, with mossy green skin and tusks that jutted out over his upper lip. His features were broad, and he had a jagged scar on one cheek. His long black hair hung behind him tied loosely. "When you look at me, what type of master do you assume I am?" He asked.
"I cannot say, I know little of what one is to expect of a master, I am not even familiar with what your race is called. Apologies for not fulfilling your request, master, but I may speak on what I hope of you?" She said. He wondered what she knew of the world beyond these woods, as it seemed she had been so sheltered that she could be taken in a bag to the work camps and not question her change in location.
"Proceed." He nodded and sat on the bed. She stayed on her knees, and began gently rubbing his shoulders. He sighed in pleasure, her small slender hands were skilled in this form of touch, and he felt his muscles loosen the more she kneaded.
"I hope to please you." She said.
"That is because I said if you didn't I would punish your clan." He shook his head.
"Not so master." She protested. "Apologies, but I know they will be punished if I disappoint you. Still, if I had been the only one taken I would want to please you." She said firmly. "The moment I saw you I felt that you were the most handsome creature I had ever laid eyes on."
"You have never seen an orc before, it's no doubt a passing fancy." He again shook his head.
"I have seen the others in your camp and of all the faces I have seen in my one hundred and nineteen years in this forest, I am sure yours is the only one I have ever been enamored with."
"So long and yet you have not been mated?" He asked, curiously.
"I have never felt interest in anyone until now." She replied.
"And if I gave you to another orc, let him have his way with you, what then?" He asked.
"I see no such cruelty in your eyes." She replied.
"I kill with no mercy." He looked over his shoulder at her. "I know nothing but cruelty."
"When you look at me, I see my feelings reflected." She said. "I want to please you master. I want nothing more from life. If it pleases you to have every orc in this camp mate me I will for you." Her hands dropped from his shoulders.
"No." He shook his head. "You're mine." She smiled.
"Then I too am pleased."
"Pleasing, to us...to me...means something different." He said.
"I wish to please you." She repeated.
"Pleasing to me, means mating. Sexual pleasure." He stood and turned to look down at her.
"That is my understanding as well master." She said. He put his hand against her chest and pressed her back against the bed, coming to crouch above her. "I am yours master." She said. He reached down and pushed his fingers to her pussy. She moaned and reached up to put her hands against his chest, balling fistfuls of his shirt in them. Slowly, he pushed one finger in, from what he'd seen, two of his fingers were bigger than anything any elf male had to offer, but he would need her bigger if he wanted to get in. He held his finger buried in her a moment, she was panting, and clenching and unclenching her fists. Slowly he slid out a bit before pushing back in. She moved her hips, allowing a moan to spill from between her lips. He slid out and back in again, her hands moved under his shirt to press against his chest. Slowly he pulled out and pushed a second finger in. She winced and cried out in pain.
"Such a noisy pet." He smirked. She tried to relax, but her face still betrayed some of the pain she was suffering. He kept going, slowly, in and out, two fingers. His fingers were fat and meaty, and stretched her pussy with each movement.
"Please master." She looked up at him with desperation in her eyes.
"What?" He smirked.
"Please take me." Her long pointed ears were quivering, and her body was tensed, she was close to an orgasm. He chuckled, and slowly slid his two fingers almost all the way out. He slammed them back in, scissoring them open inside her. And curling them against her constricting walls. She screamed and her body convulsed, writing against the bed and his fingers. The noises that escaped from her lips were heavy with lust, and he wondered if he should gag her. Pulling his fingers back out he sniffed them curiously. Idly, he licked one, and then deciding he enjoyed the taste, licked the other. She looked at him from her position on the bed, still rippling with her first orgasm.
"You have mistaken me, little elf, for a benevolent master." He said. "I am cruel, and I will show you the extent of that cruelty." He lowered his mouth to her pussy, and allowed his tongue to flick out. She moaned, and her hands moved to his hair. Grabbing her wrists he pulled them roughly above her head, tying them to a post before returning to her pussy. He licked it idly, careful not to involve his tusks, not that they were dangerous. They were akin to an elephant's, but he didn't want them in the mix. Languidly, he lapped and sucked and slurped on her pussy, enjoying the winning keening noises his actions elicited. He pushed two fingers back in and resumed pumping her. Her second orgasm impending, he sped up. She pushed her ass off the bed, humping his face as he pummeled her. She came with a shout, but he didn't stop. She whined, but he didn't even slow down. He sucked her clit into his mouth and pummeled his fingers in and out of her. Slowly, he introduced a third finger to her pussy. She reacted again initially with pain, but he went slow and gently until she had adjusted to it. He slowly began picking up speed, and her noises once again mounted. He heard the slurping noise of her pussy as her tension once again released into a cascade of tremors, shaking her body violently. He released her, allowing her to flop down.
"So tell me, what had you so enamored at the sight of me?" He asked moving to get something out of her line of sight.
"You look like the forest." She said through erratic pants of breath.
"Explain." He walked back over with something metallic in hand.
"You have skin the color of the leaves in spring. You are big and strong, just like the trees. You can kill me at any moment, but allow me to live, the woods can give times of hardship, but also moments of utter beauty." She sighed. He held something to her pussy, it was cold and she jerked at the sensation.
"How poetic, just what I should've expected from an elf." He commented, pushing the object into her. She yelled, and struggled, but he grabbed her ankles and tied each to a post at the end of the bed, keeping her legs apart. "How does this feel? Does this feel like a moment of beauty, or a hardship?" He asked, pushing the object in further. She cried at the pain of it stretching her pussy.
"I'm with you master." Another shout of pain, ending in something vaguely moan like as he pushed it to its base. "That makes it beautiful." She was panting, desperate for something more, but just the sensation of a large phallic metal object penetrating her enough to send her wild. He left it there to grab her tits. They were small, her nipples little nubs that reacted eagerly to his attention. They stood erect, greeting his rough paws eagerly. He grabbed and pulled roughly and she cried in pain. He lowered his face, and caught one in his mouth, sucking it, and dragging his teeth across the tender bud. She struggled against the ties binding her, so he leaned back and slapped her tit roughly. A red mark sprouted on her skin, and he enjoyed the sight. He slapped her other breast, it jiggled a bit. He lowered his mouth again and nibbled on her nipple. She cried desperately. His hand reached down and flicked the metal thing inside her. She arched her back up into his mouth, moaning. He flicked it again, eliciting the same reaction. Slowly sitting up, he looked down at the thing, how cruel could he be, he considered. He moved his hand back, and then swung hard against the metal. It lurched inside of her sending her into another fit of shaking. She trembled, muscles aching, coated in sweat. She looked at him, dazed expression on her face.
