Prisoner of the Gnolls
Prisoner of the Gnolls
"It had been a long scout too long, an too from home!" "Weeks on weeks of constant vigil, sleeplessness." "Moving and dodging, enemies every where." "Patrolling the wild country of the elven border lands." "Forests over ran with Orc hordes, Ogres and even Giants." "It had left us bone weary, a kind of fatigue..." "Well if you've never experienced it, one can not explain."
The fettered human warrior nodded his head slightly, he knew. "Twice we had been forced to fight pitched battles." "Hard nasty little fights that had left us with new scars and dark thoughts." "But that was behind us, we had left the border forest." "And were moving across the upland plateau." "Only three days travel from the Quinloz valley... from home!" "Those dark thoughts left us then." "Replaced with dreams of home and hearth." "Some thought of revelry that was to come, others of family." "My mind was on Lynlara, of her pale arms wrapping around me as I sank into her depths..." The Elven ranger's face contorted in a look of mocking self loathing then. The Elf lowered his head, its long golden mane falling forward. Casting his lean handsome visage in shadows. "What does it matter?" He snarled bitterly. "Just say we all had our distractions!" "I can not say the ambush was a masterful one, it would be easier if I could." "But the truth is, it was only adequate." "Gnolls are notoriously clumsy about such things." "They much prefer to run down they're prey, like the pack animals." "To whom they are so closely related." "Adequate or masterful it did not matter, we walked right into it!" The ranger admitted shame and self loathing in his voice.
"They sprang out of hiding all around us, attacking from every direction at once." "I had just nocked an arrow." "When I felt something slam into the back of my head."
"Then darkness like a water fall, descended over me." "A club... obviously anything else and I'd be dead like the rest of them." "They were removing my armor and clothing when I awoke." "I can not say who was more surprised at my waking, them or me!" A grating rueful laugh escaped him, there was no humor in it. "They all leaped back, grabbing for they're clubs or spears." "It would have been amusing, any other time."
"I should have been dead then, for a second time that day." "But a huge Gnoll warrior sprang in, lifting me into the air like I was a child's toy." "Sharnfang... his name I learned later after..." The Elf's voice trailed off, an he sank back deeper into shadows. "He held me there, his furry muzzle inches from my face." "His hot rancid breath choking me, those yellow eyes invading my soul." "I dangled limply in his grasp, honestly even if I'd had my weapons." "With my head wound and loss of blood, I'd have been helpless to resist!" "Those eyes... they seemed to pierce me to the very core!" "Startling, captivating, the world spinning yet they remained steady." "Then he spoke, a few garbled words in common." "What were they?" "Something like... You belong to me now Elf!" "To be honest, I really can not remember." "It's all a blur, spinning whirling in my head." "Nothing is clear until hours later in the cave." The Elf's lanky naked body shivered in the smoky heat of the dim Gnoll den.
"What?" It was a unasked question, but the Elf sensed it. "What happened then?" The Elven ranger starred down at the batter naked human body before him. "Yes I guess you of all people have the right to know." "I was tied much like you are now." "Forced to watch as my fellows were dismembered and devoured, even forced to partake!" "Then the games began, beating me, toying with me." "Before I was to be eaten, Gnolls love to play with they're food." The ranger caressed the captives bruises gently. "You all ready know this however." "I was not eaten of course, Sharnfang had claimed me." "And he'd decided to keep me, forever!" A shudder ran down the Elf's spine then. "He was a young warrior then, unmated living in the bachelors den."
"He dragged me in there, forcing me down onto my hands and knees." "All the young bachelor males crowded around me." "I assumed, the time had come for my death at last." The manacled humans gray green eyes widened in shock. A look of repugnance creeping across his face! "I see you are not so naive, about what males can do to other males." "As I was then, so unworldly I did not foresee what was about to befall me!" "I felt those big clawed thumbs pushing my cheeks apart." "And then the hot slimy tip press against my arse, pain most shearing!" "And then his enormous bone was inside of me!" "The young Gnoll warriors laughing and taunting, mocking and jeering." "As the warrior they had been so afraid, of was made they're bitch!" The question unspoken hung heavy in the air.
"Yes." The ranger nodded. "This will happen to you." The human renewed his efforts struggling vigorously against his bonds. The Elfs long slender fingers ran lightly over the humans bulging sweating muscles. "Even if you could escape your bonds." "Naked and beaten you could never make it out of the den."
"Outside of this room the whole of the den stretches." "Hundreds of Gnolls between you and freedom, they would only beat you into submission again." "More pain and you would still end up on all fours... they're bitch!" "Currently...there are 39 warriors in the bachelors den." "They will fuck you, torture you!" "Force you to perform all manner of obscene and repulsive acts!" "Until... they grow tired of you!" "Then it will be the slow agonizing death, of a thousand bites!" The human froze in his struggles starring wild eyed. At the lean handsome Elven ranger.
"I have come to offer you another option." "The young warrior who capture you, quite by accident." "I understand it was a blow from a weapon arrantly thrown by one of your companions in the heat of battle." "That truly laid you low." The humans eyes were questioning.
"The offer is simple, join me in permanent servitude." "To an older, wiser and more established Gnoll warrior." "You will still be made a bitch, but at least to only one." "And if you are careful you will live a long time." "The choice is yours of course, if you agree and swear your oath to serve well." "Then you will be bought from your cruel young captor." "Otherwise he and his fellows will have they're fun with you!" "You will beg for death, long before it comes for you."
"What say you?" Indecision and hesitation danced in the humans eyes. Then the light of hope and defiance replaced them. The Elf knew these light's soon would be crushed. Knew that reality cruel and shameful would soon enough intrude. He had seen it in himself, presumptuous over confident bravado. He would escape and come back make them pay! That all change instantly when you were mounted... when another took you, conquered you. Made you the receptacle for his pleasure... made you his bitch! Slowly the prisoner nodded, yes he would take this deal.
Dreaming and plotting hopefully until the reality came driving into him! The Elf looked at the human laying naked and bound on a low rock shelf. With his chest and shoulders pressed against the stone. His knees had been pulled up under his body, lifting his round buttock's in to the air. A wooden stave had been placed in the crease of his knees. Tied so they were spread wide apart, his brawny arms pulled back between them. So that his wrist's could be tied to the center of the same stave. A second stave had been placed between his ankles spreading them even farther. All in all it was very artfully done, and the Elf was suitably proud of himself!
He served his master well... and so would be judiciously rewarded! Gently the ranger rolled his helpless charge over on to his back. The human looked funny now, with his thick legs high in the air. Bend knees and wide spread, the ropes around his wrists creaked. As the weight of his up thrust legs pulled against them. Quickly the human grasp the wooden stave with his huge hands. 'Good boy.' The Ranger thought sardonically.
Turning, the Elf ushered two massive Gnoll warriors into the cramped chamber. The seven and a half foot tall hyena like beasts, making the cave seem small indeed. Gesturing to the smaller of the two, the ranger stated. "This is Gorfang he will be your possessor." "From this moment on you belong to him!" "Swear you alliance and loyalty to him, for you existence is his now!"
"I so swear!" The human growl between gritted teeth.
"Whine." The Elf commanded.
"What?" The human grunted confused.
"It is a sign of your submission... Whine!" The Elf repeated. Reluctantly the big human warrior whined. "Now that wasn't so difficult, you will become very good at it in time." The Elf predicted. The human opened his mouth to rebuke the Elf, but looking up into the yellow eyes of his new master, his protests died in his throat.
The huge monster knelt on the stone shelf, ducking under the ankle bar. He rose up between the warriors bound an spread legs!
The human jumped startled, his hairy form attempting to jerk away. Covered now with the sticky sweat of fear.
"Calmly now...you are his and now he will take possession of you!" The Elf explained as soothingly as he could. The human starred down at the huge red canine organ. Sliding eagerly from its furry sheath, in wide eyed horror.
"It... its too... too big!" "It would kill me.. if... if he stuck it inside of me!" The human stammered.
"Hahaha...hardly!" "This one is much larger."
The Elf gestured to the immense erection throbbing in the air in front of the second Gnoll warrior. "And I've had it inside of me... many many times indeed!" "Indeed it shall be going inside of me right now!" "For it is time, for the binding of stud to bitch!" The ex-ranger untied the knot holding the ragged loin clothe that was his only garb, and let it drop. The human starred at the Elf's loin's perplexed, something was odd, out of place, wrong. With a shocked exclamation, the human realized what it was... Above the Elf's low hanging ball sac, in the spares blond pubic hair. There was only an angery red scar. The Wlf followed the warriors eyes down to that scar, and he touched it absently.
"Bitches don't penetrate, they get penetrated... they don't fuck, they get fucked!" Leaning over at the waist, the Elf reached back grasping an guiding Sharfang's enormous cock to his tiny orifice! Pressing his hip's forwards the Gnoll drove his gigantic pulsing red cock, into the Elven ranger. With a practiced ease that was at once fascinating and appalling! Like a massive sword plunging into a well oiled an well worn sheath! The ranger through his head back, groaning appreciatively. His eyes opened wider, and a high pitched whimper escaped his gaping mouth. As the throbbing knot, already expanding. Pressed through his anal gates, locking the big Gnoll inside of him! Making him truly the big dog mans bitch!
Hunching forwards the monster lowered his sharp muzzle to the Elf's gaping lip's. Its long slimy tongue dangling pendulously down into his mouth. The ranger closed his lip's around it suckling on the lascivious invader lovingly. The human watched this long kiss stunned, understanding at last.
The grinning Gnoll between his bound legs pounced on him then! He felt the cold wet tip press against his virgin orifice. Then the big slimy organ parted him, ramming through his resistance. Broaching his clinched defenses, burning hot deep invading. He screamed then as his last defenses were crushed open. A high pitch effeminate scream of a male so emasculated, by the immense masculinity thrust inside of him! That the sound was unrecognizable even to himself!
The enormous intruder plowed so deeply into him! But worse yet he could feel the throbbing expanding knot. Slamming against his shattered defenses.
"No!" "PLEASE... NO!" "By the gods!" He begged screaming an struggling. The Gnoll pressed his muzzle against his slaves ear licking and nibbling excitedly. As the weight of his massive body, slowly force him deeper into the human. "Iiiiiieeeee!!!" Came the agonized shriek as the Gnolls gigantic, hard, throbbing knot. Drove through the humans once tight virgin sphincter's locking Gnoll master to his human bitch. With his Gnoll master growling his bestial passions into his ear. The once brave powerful warrior wept and whimpered like the little pussy he'd become.
The elven ranger gently squeezed and contracted his anal muscles. Stroking his giant Gnoll masters cock. In order to maximize the pleasure, his master was receiving from his golden body. Sharfang through his head back grunting appreciatively.
"Your still my best bitch!" He snarled.
"The first is always the best" The Elf panted leaning his head back to kiss his stud's muzzle once again. Waiting until they're mouths parted a second time the big Gnoll growled.
"More of that." He thrust his hips into the Elf. "And more of this later!" "Finishing the binding comes first." The Elf lowered his head obediently.
"Yes master... I was thinking only of your pleasure." The big Gnoll ran a massive paw through the Elf's golden hair fondly.
"I know little one." "But this must come first." He pressed a gleaming sharp dagger into the Elfs slender hands. The ex- ranger starred at the glittering weapon thoughtfully. He knew it well of course, it had belonged to him. The human saw the dagger in his hands, and a glimmer of hope came to his shame and fear widened eyes. It was time... time to extinguish this last hope. To show the human that not only was he a mounting toy. For his furry new master, but that he could never again be anything else! Reaching down he set the glittering edge against the base of the humans enormous erection. The warriors mouth flew open wide, his jaws working. But no sound other than his girlish high pitched whimper came out!
Slowly the Elf drew the blade through this tender flesh. There was almost no resistance as it emerged. Holding the dissevered man hood up the Elf. Carefully fed it to the immense and sinister monster crouching and knotted into him. The ex-ranger watch that last faint flicker of hope and rebellion die out. As the human realized he could never return to his former life. That he could never mount that girl back home again. That he would never be equal with his old friends. Would never be the swaggering warrior, potent stud, or the proud father.
A healing paste of crushed herbs was quickly rubbed in the wound. In minute the bleeding had stopped, and the magical elixir was on its way to leaving only a scar. Softly almost gently the massive Gnoll began to thrust in and out of its new bitch again. Its rough paws lightly caressing the humans velvety flesh. Rolling his hard balls around in they're silky sac. The urethra tube that had been carefully opened with a piece of split cane. Suddenly erupted as torrents of thick white man milk shot out. The massive Gnoll licking it from his slaves soft flesh and continued riding seeking his own release. Slowly the debauched warrior gently squeezed and contracted his anal muscles. Stroking his giant Gnoll masters cock, in order to maximize the pleasure, his master was receiving from his meekly acquiescent body.
FIN
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