Last Hope of the Elves

Author's note: Far from a new writer, but this is my first pass at writing some erotica as a casual side project. Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome. Now for the disclaimers. This story features nonconsensual content. Rape is wrong. Don't do it. Everyone knows this. If you don't enjoy stories with this kind of content don't read them and don't whine about them in the comments. All characters who engage in sexual content are of age. Now, thank you for reading and on with the show.

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The sound of flesh on flesh resounded through the clean but sparse room, its rhythmic beat accompanied by masculine grunts, feminine whimpers, and all the other elements which combined to form the crude orchestration of rough sex so often heard in this particular room. The source of the carnal music could be found on the large bed at the center of the room where two wildly different individuals were having two wildly different experiences.

The figure on top was a very large man by the name of Jacques who was having a delightful night. Most nights were delightful for Jacques, as he was the owner of an upscale brothel and thus virtually guaranteed pleasant female company any night he wished it. Unsurprisingly, he wished it nearly every night. At the moment in question he was engaged in thoroughly pounding a pretty girl's asshole into submission and enjoying every second of it.

Beneath Jacques was a rather small woman by the name of Breanna who was not having a delightful night. Though not the most popular of his girls, Breanna was Jacques's personal favourite which meant she quite rarely had delightful nights. At the moment, she was having her sore asshole reamed by a man she would never willingly allow into her presence let alone her ass and hating every second of it.

The scene was in many respects extremely commonplace, exactly what one might expect to see in any brothel in the early hours of the morning. Jacques's brothel, however, was not exactly normal. Several years prior the brawny man had not been a brothel owner, but a soldier in the employ of Duke Armand of Venrier. While commanding a company of footsoldiers in the name of the duke, Jacques had the distinct honour and pleasure of participating in one of the greatest endeavors in human history, the conquest and subjugation of the ancient elven kingdom of Tintariel.

Breanna had participated in that conflict as well, though she was notably less satisfied with its resolution. Such dissatisfaction was only to be expected from a member of the losing side. With her svelte frame, modest breasts, pointed ears, and long honey-blonde hair Breanna looked every bit the beautiful elven maiden she was. Even amongst her people her small and slender frame made her appear youthful and appealing. These features did little to set her apart from the other girls in Jacques's brothel, however, as they were all beautiful elven maidens as well.

The Broken Bow Brothel was one of several establishments which popped up shortly after the conquest specializing in offering to humans the most luxurious of sexual experiences, the charms of captured elven warriors. For humans, the women of the once proud elven nation made the perfect fucktoys. The average elven maiden was more attractive than all but the most alluring of humans, their youthful beauty lasted for centuries before fading gracefully, and their extremely low fertility meant they could be screwed relentlessly with little regard to the complications of pregnancy. It was hardly a surprise that when the human lords negotiated the surrender of Tintariel they refused to consider releasing even a single female captive.

Breanna herself had been one of the elves' finest warriors, a member of the legendary Emerald Wardens responsible for guarding the borders of their ancient forest kingdom. Her capture early in the conflict had been nothing short of disgraceful. Operating as a lone scout, she had ignored her better judgment to stop and bathe in an idyllic forest pool. It was there that Jacques and a troop of his soldiers had stumbled across her like a scene from one of the ancient myths of the great huntress. After recovering from the initial shock of the encounter, they had quietly surrounded their newfound prey before closing in.

Once they were in position, it took all of a few heartbeats for Jacques and three other men to surge forward and pin down the shocked elf. At his command, another of his soldiers had then brought forth her things from where they lay by the side of the pool. Jacques bound her hands behind her back with her own bowstring, gagged her with her own undergarments, and then proceeded to ravage her most intimate depths, first with his cock then with the shattered remains of her own weapon which now hung framed above her bed even as he used her body yet again.

After Jacques was satisfied he allowed his soldiers to sample Breanna's charms for themselves. That evening the troop had returned to camp with the disgraced warrior in tow where the elven girl was inducted into her new life. For the next six months she was reduced to a camp whore, Jacques using her as he pleased and renting her body out to any of his soldiers who could pay. In time she was joined by other captives, former sisters in battle who would share her fate. They had provided Jacques with a great deal of pleasure and profit over the years, but none had ever captured his attention the way his Breanna had. So it was that years later the brawny man lay atop his favourite elf reaming her ass with all the vigour he could muster after a long day managing his affairs.

Unlike their first encounter Breanna was not restrained now. Instead she lay face down and ass up in her own bed, one hand on each asscheek spreading them wide to facilitate her master's entrance into her butt. Six months as a camp whore and several years in a brothel named for her personal disgrace had rendered Breanna quite compliant. It had taken time and some severe discipline, but Jacques was confident he could enjoy the charms of any one of his elves without fear of significant disobedience.

He smiled as he took in the beautiful sight of her coltish form. Breanna's body was completely exposed save for a pair of innocent looking baby blue stockings stretching up to her mid thighs. Today she had been done up to emphasize her apparent youth. Though she was three times Jacques' age, she looked less than half it and many of the brothel's patrons enjoyed fucking a girl who seemed like an innocent on the cusp of adulthood. As many days as not, Breanna found herself dolled up to look like a child and tossed to some of the establishment's most disturbing customers. It was almost as degrading to fawn over them and feign innocence in the common room as it was to preform for them in bed, but she knew well the consequences if she failed to meet Jacques' expectations.

Jacques grunted loudly as he pounded away into Breanna's open asshole. The speed of his thrusts was astounding considering the tightness of her back passage, his refusal to use lube of any sort, and his level of sheer intoxication. But strong muscles, extensive practice, and what seemed to be buckets of sweat were enough to overcome any resistance. The leverage of a tight grip on Breanna's slender waist also helped.

For her part, Breanna issued a relentless stream of pathetic whimpering and whining as she dutifully took her pounding. With her experience, the elven warrior could have suffered through much worse with stoic dignity if she wanted, but like all Jacques' girls she knew her master enjoyed his slaves being vocal about their misery. A happy Jacques meant a shorter fuck and more sleep. An unhappy Jacques meant the risk of a serious beating. So whenever he decided to make use of her before bed she degraded herself by putting on the most pitiful show she could manage.

Some nights were harder than others to muster up the will and energy to put on a convincing act. Tonight, though... tonight it was easy. Not because Breanna had had an easy day. She certainly had not. On a normal day servicing nine customers, two of them at once, would have left her drained as well as sore. But today was different. Today was to be her last day in this living hell. For months, the captured warriors languishing within the Broken Bow Brothel had been planning their escape with the aid of none other than Elena Swiftwind.

Considered by many to be the last hope of the elves, Elena had been the only one of the Emerald Wardens' four captains to survive the invasion. When Tintariel surrendered and saw much of its territory and population divided between its human neighbours, many elven warriors had refused to accept defeat. They rallied to Elena as their natural leader and ever since had engaged in a guerrilla campaign against the occupying forces. Naturally, brothels like Jacques' were prime targets, both an affront to elven pride and a source of eager recruits. Several had already been raided. These attacks and many other offenses had prompted a massive standing bounty for the capture or death of the elven leader funded in part by each of the five rulers who had cooperated in the invasion.

Tonight was the night that Breanna and her sisters in suffering had been waiting and preparing for. Elena would come herself with weapons to arm the captives and lead them out of the city. For her own part, Breanna had sworn that not only would she be free again, but on her way out she would stop in Jacques' bedroom. Her last act in this hellish brothel would be to slit the throat of the vile man who had taken such pleasure in mounting her again and again for years. For now, however, Breanna had to endure his attentions this one last time without giving him any reason to suspect trouble. Nothing would keep her from her revenge, not exhaustion, and certainly not the tattered remnants of her pride.

As he felt himself drawing nearer to his climax, Jacques slowed his pace, wanting to luxuriate in his prize's warm embrace for a while longer. Breanna inwardly groaned at this development. Jacques was nothing if not predictable in bed and she had come to know all his patterns by heart. Tonight she wouldn't be getting a quick fuck and an early departure. Instead she braced herself for what came next.

After bottoming out with a particularly hard thrust, Jacques released one of his hands from the pretty elf's waist and traced his way none too gently up her spine. Upon reaching her neck, he gathered as much of her honey blonde hair as he could with a spin of his wrist and pulled back harshly drawing a loud groan from Breanna.

Knowing her role well, the former warrior released her grip on her asscheeks and pulled her hands forward to go up on all fours so that she could properly arch her back as her head was pulled up and behind. It was Jacques' favourite position by far to fuck his girls in the manner of two beasts mating, particularly when enjoying their asses instead of their pussies. Even after all her time in his possession, Breanna was unsure if this preference was natural or stemmed from how utterly degrading it was considered among her people to copulate as an animal would. She wasn't even sure if he was aware how taboo, how shameful it was for an elven woman to allow herself to be taken in such a manner. She only knew that her shame meant nothing compared to the lust of Jacques or any man who had paid him for the use of her body.

When he was ready, Jacques released his other hand from Breanna's hip and she closed her eyes in preparation. Even knowing it was coming, even having experienced it many times before, the fallen warrior wasn't prepared for the first blow as her master began to spank her with all the force he could muster. As his palm collided with her svelte rear, Breanna let out a yelp more authentic than her usual whimpering. Jacques continued to rain blows upon her soft flesh for several minutes, each drawing one of an array of appealingly feminine protests from his favoured toy.

Despite his best efforts, eventually Jacques felt himself passing the point of no return. Each time he spanked Breanna's ass, he could feel her clench down upon his thrusting cock. On the verge of his climax, the brothel owner withdrew fully from Breanna's ass and, directed by the hand that had been spanking her, buried himself to the hilt inside her welcoming pussy. The elf's spine rippled in an involuntary shudder of disgust at having a cock soiled by her ass now tainting her womanhood. That shudder was quickly followed by another, even less welcome, response as Breanna felt her master's cock twitch inside of her and the all too familiar wave of warmth as Jacques released his seed within her.

To her eternal shame, Breanna could feel herself losing control and responding to the vile human polluting her body with his seed. Like many elven girls, the fallen warrior had a weakness for the sensation of hot cum filling her intimate depths. It was simply hardwired into her very being that the epitome of being a good girl was allowing her man to deposit his seed within her. It didn't matter to her body that the man in question repulsed her, it only mattered that she had fulfilled her role and deserved rewarding. And a reward she received as her body shook with a wave of orgasmic ecstasy that rendered her briefly senseless.

For several long minutes, Jacques rested as his satisfied manhood softened within its favorite vacation home. Eventually, however, another sensation in it demanded action. In his drunken haze, Jacques briefly considered relieving himself where he was, but in the end his kinder, or at least less cruel, side won out. The big man withdrew himself from the still panting girl and after giving her ass one last heavy swat, gracelessly fumbled his way off of her sweat soaked bed. He staggered to the end and reached under with one foot, dragging Breanna's chamber pot out into the open.

With his free hand, Jacques reached out to cup the underside of the girl's chin and lift her gaze up to meet his own. Breanna blushed slightly, dreading her last chore of the night as she heard the telltale sound of her owner's powerful stream emptying into the small porcelain bowl. Once it trailed off she submissively opened her mouth and breathed deep as Jacques filthy penis rapidly approached.

The cacophony of flavors coating Jacques' cock blended together into a vile mixture that overwhelmed the fallen warrior's taste buds. Her love juices and ass mixed with his seed and piss plus an excessive dose of their combined sweat would have been enough to make her vomit years ago, but now it was quite familiar. Breanna got to work swiftly, her tongue efficiently dancing across the surfaces of her master's cock as she cleaned it. She was careful to avoid teasing its most sensitive parts in fear of inspiring another round.

Her efforts proved sufficient as after a short while Jacques withdrew himself from her mouth and the tender ministrations of her soft tongue. "Good girl," was all he said, ruffling her hair with the hand that had been beneath her chin. Drunkenly, he staggered towards the door and exited leaving Breanna alone at last with her thoughts. The fallen warrior waited several heartbeats to ensure he would not return before rolling off her bed. She quickly moved to her dresser to find and don the least whorish of the clothes she was allowed to keep. An upscale brothel like the Broken Bow valued its customers' privacy enough to have well soundproofed rooms, so the girls knew they would have no warning of Elena's arrival before their doors opened to their salvation. As prepared as she could be, Breanna settled down by her bed for the most nervous wait of her life.

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Jacques staggered drunkenly out of Breanna's room and onto the balcony overlooking the main room. Neither particularly graceful or coordinated at the best of times, the big man was in fact quite clumsy when drunk. His hand slipped off the handle of Breanna's door as he pulled it behind him, leaving it to softly fall closed with only the lightest of clicks. He didn't bother locking it.

The brothel was built around a large main room with a central stage, a small bar, and a crowded assortment of varied seats and tables. Above was a wide balcony running along three sides of the room below. The balcony was lined with a dozen bedrooms where Jacques' stable of elven whores slept one or two to a room. The common room was lined with storage and 'playrooms' as well as Jacques' current destination, his own bedroom. The building was quiet, the last patrons had been required to leave awhile after midnight, and he had spent long enough ploughing Breanna that the girls assigned to clean up duty had finished their work and turned in for the night. With only one entrance, a sturdy lock on his bedroom, and all the windows sealed with iron bars, the building required only a pair of lazy night guards who spent their shift in the small foyer between the entrance and the common room leaving the main area nearly silent while the business was closed.

Comfortable with the silence, Jacques moved sluggishly along the balcony. When he rounded the corner near the lone stairwell, everything changed. There before the brothel owner's eyes an elven woman was silently slinking her way up the stairs. As they came into each other's view both human and elven eyes shot wide with alarm as their owners stumbled backwards. Jacques' brain was struggling to process the figure before him, but he was instantly certain she wasn't one of his. Features aside, she wore a suit of dark brown leather armor which didn't show a tenth as much skin as the dubious sets some of his girls wore when servicing customers. Even more alarming, she held at least half a dozen sheathed swords clutched between her left arm and her side.

The elf was first to recover. While Jacques was heavily inebriated and several years removed from his time as a warrior, the woman was completely sober and clearly prepared for trouble. Her eyes narrowed and her muscles tensed as she surged forward, free hand reaching for what was certainly a weapon. But it wasn't to be. Careless in her haste, or still reeling from surprise, the intruder's second step came down awkwardly on the edge of a stair. As she pushed off for her third her balance deserted her completely. As Jacques stared dumbfounded, the elf's pretty mouth opened in a look of panic and then she was falling. With a clatter and a crash she bounced down more than a dozen stairs, the weapons she had been carrying scattering widely.

By the time Jacques recovered from his shock, the elven woman was lying face down and motionless on the landing between two flights of stairs. Cautiously, he made his way down the stairs, stooping to pick up one of the dropped blades as he advanced. The weapon's hilt was uncomfortably small in his grip, clearly crafted for an elven hand. That was no more than an inconvenience, he had bested more than a few elves with their own weapons including a few in this very building. As he approached the landing, Jacques reached out with the still sheathed sword to prod at the woman before him. Nothing. Convinced she was unconscious, he took the last step and used his foot to flip her over onto her back.

In the dim light the brothel owner looked the unfortunate creature at his feet up and down. While not large by human standards, her breasts swelled a bit more than most of her kind. The details of her figure were difficult to make out under the armor, but that problem would be easily fixed in a moment. For now his eyes were drawn to her pretty face. She was certainly beautiful, despite the large bruise rapidly developing around her right eye, but also oddly familiar. Jacques was certain he had seen her before, but there were precious few elven women he had met who still lived and were not asleep in their rooms upstairs. It took his brain nearly a minute of befuddled staring before a a light finally shone through the haze of alcohol.