Torture. Pure sexual torture. There is no other way to describe it.
My body is on fire with need. With with most of my senses muted and being unable to move, I have no recourse but to try and endure.
My pussy is positively drenched, my nipples are diamond hard and throbbing. I'm so on edge that even the slightest touch would send me hurtling into orgasmic oblivion.
I can't let her win. That's what she wants. For me to cry out, to beg, to give in. Just keep it together Aly.
Seconds feel like hours. Minutes feel like days.
I daren't even move as I feel even that tiny level of stimulation would cause me to cry out. I focus my thought inwards, separate my mind from my body. I pray to Tyra, goddess of light and love. I think of my home, of my people, of the promise I made to keep them safe.
Holy Mother hear my prayers. I want my people to live on. I want my home to be safe. I need you to hear these words and give me the strength to endure this torment...
I repeat this mantra over and over and over. After every repetition I can feel my body become even more desperate with need. In private, with my hands unbound, there is absolutely no way I could have resisted the urge to touch myself.
Time loses all meaning.
Holy Mother hear... oh goddess... hear my prayers. I want my people to... to... ffuuuckkk... to live on. I want to get fuuucckkked so bad... my home to be safe. I need... I need... oh goddess I need a cock so bad. Her cock. NO. No. Please give me the strength not to beg her for it. Please. Anything but that.
Nothing else matters. The urge becomes overwhelming. Not being able to move, to pinch my nipples, to rub my clit, is absolute agony. My body burns as my mind slowly shatters.
Somewhere, very far away, I hear signs of life. Animals and people moving around, murmurs of conversation, the sound of tools. It must be the next day. I haven't slept even for a moment. I hear heavy footsteps and the tent flap opening. It's her.
What a sight I must have made. By now, my chest was shaking, my hips were grinding back and forth and I was moaning and drooling like a broken whore.
Don't do it Aly. Don't give in. Just a little longer.
"My, my. I'm impressed pet. I was sure your screams for mercy would have woken half the camp."
Don't... Don't let her win.
I feel her move round behind me and crouch down. She moves in close and wraps her big arms around me. I can feel what could only be her monstrous cock rubbing against my ass cheeks.
"You look so beautiful like this pet. So desperately aroused. You wouldn't believe how wet you are."
Don't...give in. Give...in.
She trails a finger down my back and ever so slowly dips it into my pussy from behind. Just this simplest of motions has my hips bucking. I moan around the gag, unable to hold back. She slides her finger free and sucks it into her mouth.
"You taste fucking fantastic pet. Do you want your owner to make you cum? All you have to do is nod."
No. No. I can't. I can't... take it. Fuuuccckkk I can't take it anymoooore.
I nod.
She pinches one of my nipples hard between her fingers whilst the other hand snakes down my belly and strums on my clit. Her movements are artless and brutal, but it doesn't matter. I cum. I cum so fucking hard it hurts.
"Ummmmfgh. Arrgggh. Oouugghhhhhhh."
I scream like a banshee into the ball gag. My whole body rocks and convulses. My pussy fountains, squirting a veritable puddle beneath me. My head lolls back into the crook of her neck and she holds me tight through my orgasm, whispering into my ear.
"That's it. Good girl. Cum for me. You're doing so well. Such a good girl...."
When my orgasm finally fades, I slump down into her arms, utterly spent.
-
Whilst I'm unconscious, Umal takes her time untying me and cleaning me. She checks the collar is nice and tight and spends a moment admiring my tattoo, musing what additional words she will want to add later.
She then carries me away from the camp breeding tents over to her personal tent, a large and lavishly appointed affair for an orc. The space within is dominated by an enormous bed. It's a four poster, with thick, heavy wooden beams. The posts each have a number of metal hooks and attachment points at various heights. The bed itself is covered in layers of soft, heavy furs.
A large dog bed lies at the foot of her bed. The bed looks new and has a tasteful embroidery across the front in the signature flowing style of the elf language. 'Property of Umal'.
The room also contains a large writing desk with shelves of various old tomes, a few armor stands, weapon racks, a training dummy and a fully stocked alchemical workbench.
I'm placed down into the dog bed and left to sleep for now.
-
I dream vividly. I dream of my home, a nightmare in which the walls fall and the palace burns. I dream of my goddess, who tells me to be brave and strong. But mostly, I dream of...her.
I'm carried by a handsome elf into our bedroom. He's tall and sexy. He throws me down onto the bed and I eagerly spread my legs. He crawls up onto the bed between them but starts to twist and change. His skin darkens and turns green. His hair grows, his face hardens and tusks form. His cock, more than adequate for an elf already, grows enormously. Soon he is gone completely, replaced by my ferocious captor. She slaps her rock hard cock down on my belly, sawing it back and forth. I'm moaning in pleasure.
What am I doing? Why am I not stopping this? Why am I wrapping my arms around her? Why do I find her so... attractive?
She leans back, lining up her cock with my pussy. She grins and thrusts.
-
"Ah!"
I wake with a start, jolting upright. On reflex my hand reaches for my pussy. I quickly find the seal intact. I breath out, panic abating.
A moment later I realize I'm somewhere else and I'm unrestrained. I tug at the collar around my neck with no luck. I can't even get a fingertip into it, it's that tight on my neck.
That isn't coming off in a hurry.
I examine the brand on my stomach next, wondering whether Erina will be able to remove it with her healing arts.
I need to get out of here first.
I crawl out of the strange bed I'm in, keeping low and silent. Umal is sat at a desk nearby, reading from a large tome. I glance around quickly, noting both the only exit from the tent we're in and a short sword propped up nearby.
It can't be that easy? Can it?
I reach out slowly for the weapon.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." She doesn't even bother to turn around and address me directly.
I throw caution to the wind and grab the sword, twirling rapidly and lunging toward her. The collar tightens hard and immediately and the brand burns on my stomach. I try to push through the pain but it feels like I've been punched in the gut by a troll. Sharp needles of pain radiate out from the tattoo across my whole body.
She stands and faces me now.
"Drop it."
My fingers relax, without any input from my brain. The sword clatters to the ground. She kicks it away then grabs me by the throat with one huge hand. With apparent ease, she lifts me bodily, holding me by the throat, my feet dangling just off the ground.
She's so much bigger and stronger than me. Why the fuck is this turning me on?
"Now do you understand? I do not need to keep you tied up to stop you from escaping. Though of course, I will enjoy tying you up anyway. The sooner you get used to the idea of your new life the easier it will become."
I turn my head away from her, not deigning to respond.
"Hmm. Perhaps you understand. Perhaps you're pretending you do to get me to lower my guard. It matters not either way."
She lowers me to the ground.
