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Sweat shone on her tanned skin as the flicker of a carried torch made it's way down the halls of the dungeon. Two guards carried her bound form as they were lead by a beautiful dark elf woman, passing various prisoner cells. Each step was met with another layer of contempt the bound prisoner felt for the woman before her. She knew of her reputation. She had plenty guesses as to the fate that awaited her once she reached her chosen cell. She braced herself mentally, fully expecting that one or both of the men carrying her will have been inside her before the night was through. Knowing… didn't make it any easier to accept. But it did help channel fear and despair into anger. And anger was far more useful to a prisoner of war… then despair.

The collar around her throat was the only thing preventing her from escaping. Without it she would've turned into a beast at this point and torn their throats out. But the dark elf witch knew her foes well and knew how to keep them the most vulnerable. The young captive had already tried to escape once and earned a wound that nearly left her blind for her troubles. The gashes had been… cauterized… by foul magic. A permanent mark as one who tried to defy the witch. Even if she escaped, her fair skinned face would be forever marked.

Not that this one was any stranger to scars. As an elf of the forest who often played with wolves and wildcats growing up, she had plenty of marks along her body from claws and fangs alike. But for an elf, a natural scar still smoothed perfectly flush to the skin around it. It served only as a colored reminder of what once was. The ones on her face were bubbled and ropey, a tear in that perfection, something that would never be the same again. Just another reason to boil the anger inside her as she glared at the back of the bitch's head, puffing a breathe of air to blow the wisps of hair stuck to her face away. The dumb cunt should've rendered her unconscious, or at least put a hood over her head. Every twist and turn through the lower halls of her keep was being memorized. She had only just been brought in… yet she was planning for her escape. She would not break, would not bend, would not yield no matter how many times they tortured her, how many men abused her, she would resist and she would have her vengeance when it was over. She knew it and believed it down to her core. She had to… because anything short would cause her to slip into despair like the many they passed in other cells.

Finally… at the end of a long hall the witch stopped and opened a locked door. She walked inside and the guards immediately raised the prisoner elf's arms, binding them to a chain above her head. The dark elf, midnight blue beautiful skin shining a violet orange in the torch light, turned and said softly “strip her…” Her voice was so soft and soothing, it made the girl's skin crawl. It was like she was a nurse speaking to a patient, assuring them that everything… was under control.

The forest elf let out a very feral-like growl as she felt the men’s hands wander her body, cutting away her tunic and leggings. She jerked and kicked at one when his hand slid up the back of her thigh to her nicely toned ass and copped a feel. Before he could react the witch held up a hand and stopped him. He huffed his disappointment but whispered to her “you'll pay for that later dirt elf… your ass is mine…”

“I'd say I'll bite it off” she replied “but I'd have to find it first and even with Eagle Eyes that'd be a challenge…” she shot him a glare, a smirk touching her lips. The guard tensed up as if to strike her.

“Get out…” the witch warned. Her voice lost it's charm and suddenly turned ice cold. The two guards quickly obeyed and left, leaving the naked prisoner alone with the dark elf witch. The witch smiled, her violet gaze traveling over the beautiful elf's body. As she approached one hand reached out and caressed up along her smooth flesh from hip to breast, watching her reaction. The prisoner shuddered in revulsion as the witch's fingertip grazed her nipple with a light kissing touch. “You seem to be expecting this…” she cooed softly.

“I know who you are…” the prisoner replied “Lady Contessa. Night Witch of the North… Ruler of the Death Whisperers and Smelliest Cunt in the realm right?” The witch's smile faded quickly and she narrowed her eyes.

“Big mouth for someone in your position…” she said coldly “that will help you later I'm sure…”

“I could use a straw to suck off those men” she retorted “and you could use a shower…”

SMACK

Contessa's hand connected hard with the prisoner's flesh. But where she had been expecting a slap to her cheek she had earned a rather sharp one to her left breast. She flinched mostly from shock and glared at the blue bitch. “You're a filthy pig fucking animal whore and you claim I am the one who is sullied?” her voice was cold again. It was clear she enjoyed her power.

“Well…” the young elf replied “a pig cunt in the mud still smells better then you so*OW fuck the same spot? Really?” Contessa had slapped her breast again in exactly the same spot, the tanned flesh already reddening under the mistreatment.

“Tenderizing the meat” the witch cooed “for the main event…” With that she turned and grabbed a flogging whip off the wall nearby.

“Which is what?” the prisoner scoffed “Dickless and nutsac come back and make me squeal? Give me the shame of getting knocked up by them? Choke me on their massive man meats til I beg for mercy? Yea yea I'm terrified…”

“Not exactly…” Contessa cooed. She reached out and slid the whip up slowly along the inside of the girl's thigh, caressing her flesh with the leather straps. When she reached her nether lips she rubbed the rounded end of the handle against them a moment before trailing higher up to her chin. She shoved her head upwards to look her in the eyes and said “I'll give you exactly… what you want…”

“And what's that?” the elf replied, finding herself actually curious.

“A nice… big beasty… to break you in…” Contessa smirked. The girl's resolve wavered for just a moment. A beast?... The moment that question entered her mind the whip lashed across her chest. She stiffened and bit back a cry as the witch lashed her again and again, criss crossing her poor lush breasts with reddening marks again and again. When she grew bored of watching them shudder and tremble from the growing sensitivity she moved on to her hips and thighs. Through it all the prisoner didn't make a sound beyond a muffled groan or labored breathe here and there. She didn't cry out, she wouldn't give this bitch the satisfaction. Soon Contessa moved around behind her and started with her back and the lush curve of her ass, clearly enjoying changing the color of her flesh in various places from the beautiful bronzed tan to a painful and sensitive red. Finally… she put the whip away.

“Is that… all you got?...” the prisoner panted softly. Doing her best to maintain her stoicism and resolve. She felt like parts of her skin had been torn open. The air itself made them sting… but luckily she wasn't bleeding. Unluckily… Contessa had more planned.

“Not quite…” Contessa cooed. She moved back to the tired elf and lowered the chain above her head. The young prisoner sagged to her knees and Contessa kicked her over, rechaining her wrists to the floor and attaching another to her collar. At best she'd be able to stand up bent over… a rather expected position admittedly. What the young elf didn't expect was the Witch's hand to suddenly reach rather intimate territory.

“What're you… nnnf!” she groaned and thrashed some as the witch's fingers explored the soft naked lips of her sex and slid inside. Her touch was slimy… she'd put something on her hand. And as she felt that slimy warmth spread into her she began to tremble.

“You're feeling it aren't you?” Contessa cooed “a little something I cooked up… within a few minutes you'll be begging for a cock. Those guards? You'll wish you'd been nicer… at least they… won't breed you full of a wild animal… like some feral bitch in heat…”

“Fuck… you…” panted the elf. But she couldn't deny the validity of the damn witch's words. Her sex was on fire with sensitivity. She could already feel it's head spreading to her womb, demanding that the fire be quenched and the need sated.

“Oh no sweetheart…” Contessa replied “that's not my job…” she mercifully withdrew her hand and patted the girl's cheek, smearing the sweet slime and her own juices along her cheek and avoiding a bite attempt as she stood up. She moved to another door and undid the lock for it, stepping into the darkness and disappearing from the torch light for a moment. The elf girl waited… squirming her legs together. She tried to get off her knees but with her collar chained she was helpless to get up. She looked back again as she heard footsteps… heavy ones… and a heavy panting. Her teal eyes widened as she saw Contessa return. “It's his job…” the witch said with a smirk.

In her hands was a heavy chain and attached to that chain was a heavy collar. The collar belonged to a massive feline of some kind. With blood red eyes and horns to match, thick black fur and massive claws… it stood easily a couple feet taller then the elf girl. A monstrous sight to behold. It's feet looked like dragon talons, easily capable of tearing her supple flesh. Great wings, bound by heavy straps out of it's reach were set against it's back. But the thing that drew the prisoner's eye… was the pulsing rod of crimson flesh at it's groin, just below a patch of red fur on it's lower belly. It was thick enough to be frightening, veined and throbbing with desire as his eyes took in the presented elf before him. She could see his nostrils flaring heavily as he drank in the scent the poor girl was undoubtedly giving off. The ridged and spined crimson spire was positively drooling with his preseed and the girl knew in that moment… she was quite thoroughly fucked…

“That's…” she panted out “just rude…”

Contessa smirked and said “one chance… tell me where to find the Allmother's Hollow…”

“Did you check up your ass?” the girl replied without hesitation. She knew what the witch wanted from the start. And she would never get it. Even if it meant getting fucked to death by this meat log… Contessa narrowed her eyes and then unhooked the chain. She pointed at the girl and the beast didn't hesitate… he dropped to all fours and quickly rushed to the bent over elf girl. She squirmed and tried to kick at him “don't you dare! Please…” She didn't hate this beast. It wasn't his fault… but that didn't mean she could just lay down and take it!

But as she felt a massive hand close over her leg and pull her back… she knew she didn't have a choice… “please…” she whispered one last time. The beast's hot breathe washed over the tender skin of her back. She hated to admit it… but it felt better then the cold air of the dungeon. Then she felt that massive prick grinding in the cleft of her ass, drooling hot essence down her back and making her body shudder somewhere between revulsion and desire. It was so big… he was already humping his hips against her and she knew she would bruise… she had to try… she looked over her shoulder at him. Those teal eyes locked to his and she drew on her power… trying to bond with the beast and bend it's will. But as she drew on the magic the collar tightened and she gasped and collapsed… she was helpless… vulnerable… the beast drew it's hips back and that thick tip pressed to her drooling cunt. She lay with her head on the floor, panting softly and crying out as he began to push into her. The worst of it all?... She knew Contessa was watching…

The Dark Elf indeed watched as that thick red flesh stick spread the girl's beautiful smooth fleshed pussy around it's girth. She watched as the poor girl trembled, feeling her body stretch and strain to accommodate such an intrusion. The copious preseed drooling from it's tip turned out to be a mercy as it slickened her passage even more then her own juices could on their own… for her body had never been prepared for something like this. Inch by inch the beast pushed into her. When it seemed he could go no further he drew back and tried again, causing the poor girl to cry out in a mix of pain and bliss. She prayed to the heavens above she wouldn't tear… but she expected by the end of this she would be completely and utterly ruined… she joked about the guards dick sizes. And yet after this monstrosity was done with her she doubted she would feel a thing from them.

The first set of ridges kissed her wide open lips and she stiffened before they were swallowed inside, grinding against her walls in a way that left her shaking and near climax. The second set sent her over the edge. Quietly… restrained… she came around only a few inches of this beast's cock, convulsing and trembling but refusing to cry out. The sound of Contessa's laughter burned her ears with shame. But the beast didn't stop. His hands closed on her hips, claws biting at her flesh and stinging her whip marks and he pressed on… clearly intent on getting every inch inside. On and on it went… seemingly with no end in sight. Another orgasm quaked her poor sensitive body before she felt the fur of his hips caress her ass. If it hadn't already been struck raw by the whip she may have found comfort in the soft touch but it served only to sting further. She shook underneath him, refusing to sob, refusing to moan, refusing to give in to either sensation. Instead she worked only to fuel the fire of rage at the dark witch.

Then the beast drew his hips back and rutted right back into her. The first thrust forced a cry from her that she simply could not contain. Whether it was pain or pleasure she couldn't tell. But as the first was followed by another and another and the beast fell into a steady rhythm she knew the sounds began to lean towards that of bliss. Another orgasm shook her form after only a handful of thrusts from that magnificent cock. She hated how well it played her body. The way the ridges rubbed in just the right spots and the way the spines strummed over her poor sensitive jewel… she was being played like a violin and the sounds she made were the music to this beast's ears.

“I think I'll leave you to it…” Contessa cooed as she turned to go.

“Aren't… mmnf!” the girl tried to speak between thrusts “y… you worried… ah… ah… I'll… *pant*... Fuck…. Escape?...”

“Oh sweetheart… he won't let you go…” she laughed “you couldn't escape if you had all night…” With that she waved her hand and the chains around the girl's wrists vanished. The one on her collar snapped off, leaving her free… to a degree. The elf immediately tried to scramble away but the beast growled. One hand pushed down on her shoulders, pinning her to the floor with ease as he stood up on his taloned legs. She could see them on either side of her as he started rutting down into her like she truly was a bitch in heat… and as another orgasm was forced out of her and her face burned with shame… she felt like one.

Contessa laughed and wandered over to the beast. She grabbed a hold of one of his wings suddenly and he paused in his thrusts. The exhausted prisoner could barely quiver but she heard the witches threat “if she escapes… I'll rip it off…” she twisted his wing and he winced with a whine but she released it a moment later and left. The beast panted a moment and then resumed his thrusting, picking up the pace and slapping his heavy hips against the poor elf girls ass.

She lost count of her orgasms but never lost the sense of shame. The beast's stamina was undeniable… and she felt like a broken and used up whore underneath his weight. She was his fuck toy now… her pussy was already well on it's way to being a perfect sleeve for his cock and she was helpless to stop him. The pacing of his thrusts grew erratic as he neared his climax and it pulled her from her pool of misery and shame. With renewed vigor she reached back and pushed weakly at his hips, trying to get him to stop. “Please…” she whined “n… not… inside…” but there was no stopping his lust. With a savage growl he buried himself into her hot honeypot and unloaded those heavy aching balls. Surge after surge of thick cum erupted into her core, making her cry out again in unwanted bliss as she was seeded. She could feel the potion's fire finally starting to subside some from being used so thoroughly.

After several moments she felt him draw back. The sounds her well fucked cunt made when he slid free renewed her shame as a slurry of his cum ran down her leg to puddle on the cell floor. Without him holding her up she had no choice but to sink to the floor, laying somewhat in his mess. She lay there panting and shaking, trying desperately to recover. The beast sniffed at her curiously but she knew it was only a matter of time… something like this? It wouldn't stop with just once… and sure enough…

His paws closed over her hips and lifted them back into position. She stiffened and reached back again “no…” she tried to protest but he simply growled at her and pushed her hand away. She reached again and grabbed a hold of the only thing she could find… that thick cum-covered dick of his. His essence made it slick and her hand slid along it to the base as she pushed back and said firmer “No!” He growled again and bared his fangs but she rolled to her back and bared her teeth at him. He seemed to hesitate only a moment before he lunged down and roared in her face. She had to admit… even with her magic… this beast would not be one she would gladly trifle with. She couldn't bully him… the way Contessa treated him?... He would just be angry and she would be a target

... but maybe…

“Please…” she whispered, looking up into those deep crimson eyes. He blinked as her hand ran along his length, stroking it slowly, using the fluids built up as lubrication. She was too tired to be fucked again… if he kept going she'd never build her strength… but perhaps… if she could distract him… “Please…” she whispered again to him “you're a good boy… I… want to… reward you…” his growl stayed but he eased back some… watching her… clearly curious. His hips moved into her touch some and she tried hard to keep from laughing. Horny much? She thought to herself. As she looked down at that cock though, up close, and feeling it throb in her grasp, she ate her own words at her body's reaction. Fuck… you must be pent up… she thought. She hesitated but she used one hand to gently guide him more upright, easing her head forward. It wasn't… what she wanted… but it was her best chance at escape…

With one hand continuing to stroke along his length she leaned down and ran her tongue over his tip. To her surprise he tasted… almost sweet. She had expected something bitter or foul but… it wasn't bad. She slurped around his swollen head and watched his reaction. He seemed pleasantly surprised. It was a rather different sensation then having to rut his way to pleasure. This was much easier… typical male… she thought but she eased her mouth carefully over his tip and started to suckle. With a soft groan of pleasure he reached suddenly for her head. Her eyes went wide as he started to push her down his length, his tip sliding into her throat unexpectedly. She gagged and coughed around his length and then yanked back with a growl “hey! Not so… mmnf!” she didn't get to finish as he pushed his cock right into her maw again. He was used to rough… fast paced… it was all he knew. But as he made her gag again, spilling her saliva over his length she knew she had to get control. She called on her magic again… this time just a tiny bit. And as she yanked back again she curled her lips in a snarl… but this time… she was showing some very sharp canines… and they were poised at the head of his cock.

He gave a pause and then growled back at her. He wasn't happy… and she wasn't confident she could actually hurt him enough before he simply killed her or broke her jaw and went back to fucking her. So thinking fast she grabbed a hold of one of his heavy orbs and gave it a squeeze. His growl died off rather suddenly to a whimper and a whine. She glared up at him and saw a change… the same fearful look he gave Contessa… she didn't want to be that… so she relaxed her grip and lowered her lips, returning the soft touch to his cock and gently massaging his orb. She eased free and whispered “be nice to me… and I'll be nice to you…” with that she kissed the head of his cock and suckled it into her mouth again, pushing her head down until he slid into her throat again but at her pace and with her own preparation. He watched her but groaned softly in bliss, no longer shoving her down. To her surprise… he began to pet her as she worked his massive spire. His touch was rather gentle… encouraging… so she in turn cradled his sac in her hand and worked both orbs in her palm, one at a time due to their size. She smiled inwardly to herself… it was certainly one way to tame a beast… but she knew he had stamina… and her jaw was getting tired.

So she changed it up. She eased forward and more upright and lifted her smooth supple breasts to wrap around his girthy length. Squeezing them together, she massaged his cock with those beautifully soft love pillows. The stinging of the whip had dulled considerably and as she watched him squirm she knew he was certainly enjoying it. “There’s a good boy…” she cooed, planting a gentle kiss on the tip of his cock as it peeked up from the valley of her chest “see? Nice and gentle…” she smiled at him and even leaned into his touch. He watched her intently as she flicked her tongue across the slit at his tip. His whole body tensed and trembled some.

Before long she saw him start to shift and squirm. He started to… whine… not in pain but… it was rather adorable all the same to see it. “Are you close?” she whispered, sounding surprised. And even more to her surprise… he whined more… and nodded… he wasn't… just some mindless beast. She smiled at him “It's okay… let it out… you're such a good boy…” she took him into her mouth again and went as far as she could, taking over half his cock into her throat. Both hands worked against his shaft in time with her bobbing head. She wanted him to cum, wanted to reward him for behaving for her… maybe then… she could get his help…

After only a few moments of her throat swallowing around his fat tip and length his whines grew more earnest and soon turned to growls. She looked up at him and then grabbed his hands and put them on her head, working his length as hard and fast as she could. Instinct took over and his hips began to hump erratically, taking control of the pace until he came again with a growl. Thick ropes of that sweet cum filled her belly. A shudder ran through her and she fought the urge to slip a hand between her thighs. When she had to come up she eased back quickly and got a mawful of spunk for her troubles. She gulped it down but much of it spilled out and down her chin, coating her breasts in his thick seed and powerful scent. Finally… he released her head and left her panting softly, shuddering as he loomed above her. She watched him… weary now… he was sated for now but… that could still change…

Slowly he sank down to all fours again, sniffing at her. A low rumble came out of him that she was worried might be a growl… but suddenly he leaned his head forward… and bonked her with it… she yelped at first but as the bonk became a somewhat aggressive nuzzle she couldn't help but giggle. “Yea NOW I'm your favorite person huh?” she wanted to laugh. The beast nuzzled her again and again, clearly liking her. She sighed but just let him show his affection as she grabbed a scrap of what was once her tunic and used it to clean herself up as best as she could. “You really are a messy HEY!” she yelped as his head suddenly dipped and tried to get between her thighs. He jerked back some and looked at her “who said you could get another go?” she growled. He blinked at her and then licked her face gently. Her cheeks flushed… his tongue was very… very warm… surprisingly soft… and long. She glanced around the cell and bit her lip but said “okay but… my terms!”

He looked at her confused as she stood up on wobbly legs and then pointed to the ground “go on… down boy…” she said firmly. He hesitated but slowly sank down until he was kneeling in front of her. She bit her lip, still not quite the right height. But she eased forward and lifted a leg over his shoulder. He got the idea and helped her balance on one foot and immediately she felt that long tongue set to work on her cunt. She wasn't torn thank the gods… she could feel that much. She could also feel that hot appendage rolling across her lips again and again and it made her toes curl. A shudder went through her every time it touched her pleasure button. “Nnnfuck… thats… thats a good boy…” she panted. She was extremely glad Contessa nor anyone else was around to see this. The shame of it burned in the back of her mind but in the moment… she didn't care. The potion was still messing with her and this beast was damn good at sating the needs it created. His tongue dug more and more aggressively into her love tunnel until it slipped inside, making her cry out softly. She fisted a handful of his crimson headfur and suddenly arched against his muzzle as she came. Her whole body convulsed in bliss, she didn't bother holding back this time… she didn't care. Her cries echoed through the halls of the dungeon until she sank down slowly into his lap. She leaned against his chest and panted in the afterglow. He was so… warm… and so soft. His scent… like burnt matches… she absolutely adored it… she found herself… so comfortable there… she wasn't sure if she dozed off or how much time had passed, but she was pulled from the haze by a hot flesh touching her ass and a soft whine coming from the beast. Without even looking she knew what it was and looked up at him “really?... Again?...” He whined again and gave her a look that she almost adored if it weren't asking to fuck her “okay okay but we need to talk after…” she sighed. She was about to shift into position when she heard footsteps coming down the hall. She cursed and looked at him “y… you have to help me!” She said quickly “please… please help!” The beast was confused. He didn't understand what she wanted.

The girl was panicking now. After finding hope in this creature she knew Contessa would just give her to the guards… she didn't want that… not now! She wanted to get out! She found herself fonder of this beast then any of those men… she trembled but suddenly reached back for the bindings on his wings. With a snarl the beast shoved her off his lap and backed up just as the door opened. Contessa stepped in with two guards and glanced between them. “Your moans put brothel whores to shame…” she said coldly “seems you're a bigger slut then I thought… guess I'll give you to the entire barracks…” She nodded and the guards stepped in and grabbed her up.

“Let me go!” she growled, kicking out at one. She looked up at the beast as they dragged her towards the door “please! Don't let them take me! Please!” Contessa started to laugh but saw the beast take a step forward.

“Don't you dare!” she shouted at him. She stepped up to him looking furious “you DARE obey her?! Care for her?! You're here to fuck her and make her miserable you useless sack of shit!” She reached out and grabbed his wing and he yelped and fell to his knees. He twisted though and suddenly… his wing opened and smacked the witch. She stumbled back in shock and stared. The beast looked shocked too as he slowly spread his wings. The prisoner had managed to loosen the bonds enough. He slowly looked at Contessa and then at the elf girl.

“Please…” she whispered again. The beast turned back to Contessa and then narrowed his eyes. Contessa paled and raised her hand to blast him with a spell but he lunged, slamming her to the ground. He went to bite her but one of the guards drew his sword and sliced the panther's shoulder. He reared back and instead lunged for the guard. His claws tore through armor and flesh alike. The prisoner took the opportunity to draw the other guard's dagger and stab him in the neck, tackling him to the ground. She looked up at the beast and said “lets go!”

The beast climbed off the dead guard and took off down the hall on all fours. The girl swept up onto his back between his wings. She guided him where to turn and where to go, remembering the pathing until they were scrambling up the stairs and out into the halls of the keep. She looked around but the beast just ran… towards a balcony. “Wait… wait can you…” she started to protest “oh shit…” she grabbed onto him and held on for dear life as he burst through the window.

For a few terrifying moments she felt her stomach slide up towards her chest. And then the beast snapped his wings open and she oofed as she hit his back. She lifted her head slowly and just stared in awe as they soared out over the dark keep and over the forest beyond. She couldn't help it… she threw her arms into the air and let out a cry of pure elation. She had flown before… but always as a bird. Never… like this. This was something else… the pure sensation of freedom took on a whole new meaning for her in that moment. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she felt her heart surge with pure relief…

Slowly the beast circled down to the forest and landed near a spring. She climbed off of him and wobbled some but held onto him to steady herself. She looked at him and just… hugged him. He rumbled in a purr and nuzzled her in return… she sobbed silently… at first glance… she wanted to be mad at him… but he had been a prisoner as much as she was… and now they were free… she felt something warm and sticky against her shoulder and pulled back. Seeing his wound she winced and brought him to the stream. She cleaned it thoroughly and patched it with herbs nearby. Once he was okay she turned back to the stream and started to clean herself up. The cool water felt good against her skin, getting rid of the dirt and grime from the dungeon… some of the blood and leftover mess. She shuddered as she cleaned her more intimate areas. As she washed her toned tummy she couldn't help but notice the swell from the beast's deposits… she wondered…

She was pulled from those thoughts by a soft whine behind her. She turned around and scowled “seriously?...” she grumbled. The beast was pacing some on the shore, clearly restless… and the throbbing flesh between his legs indicated why. He'd apparently been watching her wash… and enjoyed the show. She sighed after a moment and pushed her wet hair out of her face. “Alright alright…” she muttered and started over to him.

“But I'm on top this time!”