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.