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Enslaving the Elf
(Melissa DuVant)
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Enslaving the Elf Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure
invention. Table of Contents Chapter 1: Captured by the Pirate Queen Chapter 8: Bed-Bound Torture Session Chapter 10: Imperial Authority Nightwhisper's Nightmare
Preview Chapter Seven: Virtual Training Thanks to Foxtrot1991 for commissioning this Chapter 1: Captured by the Pirate Queen Quelenna grunted, trying to twist around, feeling heavy leather pulling her arms and shoulders together behind her back, her fingers scrabbling against wood underneath her. Her body was forced into a small, dark space, her legs up against her chest, dribble oozing from her mouth. She tensed her jaw, trying to break the metal ring that held her mouth open. It resisted, pressing back against the roof of her mouth and making the skin there ache. She heard a sound from outside and froze, hands forming into fists, before metal clicked, a lock opening, light pouring into the chest as it opened. Rough silhouettes looked down at her, the light too bright for her to make out any details, before hands grabbed her and lifted her up. 'Grphhh!' Quelenna tried to protest, but the ring-gag made it impossible to form words, hands squeezing at her body, tearing away what few scraps of clothing she still had. Her body ached from her confinement in the chest, pressure-bruises down one side, but she managed to get her feet beneath her, soles pressing onto the wooden deck. Fingers grabbed at her breasts, strong and calloused, pinching her nipple and stretching it out. She moaned in pain, feeling spit dribble down her chest, between her breasts, her eyes adjusting to lantern light. A female voice spoke, amused and dominant. 'I hope you've been enjoying my hospitality.' Quelenna squinted, slowly able to see the speaker - a young woman in tight leather trousers, her toned belly bare beneath a white shirt, long red hair flowing from beneath an ornate captain's hat. Quelenna growled, tensing herself up, ready to fight, shoulders straining against the binder, wanting to break free of the leather sleeve. 'Still stubborn, I see? Well, we're a long way from port, so my men need to have some relief, that might improve your mood.' Hands tightened around her body, trapping her. Thick, stubby fingers stroked down her belly, wiping spit-smears over her skin. She tried not to look at the crew as they leered at her, the man behind her holding her close, a bulge in his trousers pressing against her backside. 'There's no need to be kind to a stinking elven revolutionary. And once we're done with you, there's a reward out - not bad for a day's work. Business and pleasure all at once.' The man behind her was grinding against her ass, his cock hardening as he rubbed against her from behind. Quelenna growled again, pushing her foot down against the decking, trying to feel her footing, getting her balance back. 'We're on a ship in the middle of the ocean. Even if you break free, you can't swim anywhere. So be a good girl and entertain the crew. Trust me, I can make things far, far worse for you.' The captain smiled at her, harsh and predatory, before turning to one of her men. 'When you're done with her, bring her to my cabin. I have something special for her.' She blew a kiss at Quelenna, before turning around, leather-wrapped ass shining in the lantern-light. 'I want to hear her squeal!' Her hips swayed as she walked away. Hands grabbed at the thin wrap of cloth over Quelenna's crotch, tearing it away. She twisted, recoiling on instinct and kicking backwards, feeling her foot slam into a body, a solid blow, feeling pleasure from the hurt she had caused. The captain paused, pivoting on a heel and charging at her, covering the distance between them in the blink of an eye, grabbing Quelenna's throat with one hand and squeezing. Quelenna tried to resist, but had no strength, unable to breath as she was lifted off the floor, feet flailing for purchase. 'Clap her in irons! See how she manages if she has to hobble around.' 'Aye aye, Captain Catlina!' The woman pulled her in and kissed her, her tongue sliding into Quelenna's forced-open mouth, the taste of rum flowing over her tongue. The captain's fingers were like iron, gripped tightly around Quelenna's throat, and she felt a metal band fasten around one ankle, and then the other, a chain clinking. A slap to her cheek made her senses reel, and then she was dropped, staggering backwards. She couldn't walk properly, the chain only a few inches long, hobbling her, making her stagger against a wall. 'We're going to have some fun later. But until then, you can entertain my crew.' She walked forward, sultry, dominant and powerful before she slapped Quelenna's cheek again, making her head spin. 'I wonder if you were ever trained for this?' She reached out, grabbing at Quelenna's neck and spinning her around, Quelenna desperately trying to keep her balance before she was let go, lurching across the room and into the waiting arms of one of the crew. 'Mphhh!' Hands shoved on her shoulders, one of the crew forcing her to her knees. She could see the cock-bulge beneath his trousers before he pulled them down, his cock slapping her across the face, making her stinging cheek ache even more. A hand grabbed her hair, using it to steer her head, impaling her on the erect shaft. It slid into her, penetrating her throat, and she could feel his pubic hair scratching on her lips, smell his sweat and grime. He held her in place, his taste strong and vile on her tongue, her throat forced wide around the intrusion, before starting to drag her back and forth. 'Grphhh!' She wanted to bite down on the thing, but the ring held strong, making her mouth ache again. He was rough, her hair feeling like it was going to rip out of her head, thick ropes of spit flowing from her lips and down her chest, as she heaved and gasped for breath. Each yank on her hair made the cock violate her throat even more, sliding deeper and deeper into her. Revulsion coiled within her, but there was nothing she could do about it, her arms bound and trapped within the binder, fingers twisting around each other. He came, climaxing with a loud gasp, a thick spurt of cum shooting into her mouth. Some of it flowed outwards, making her spit thicker and sticker, but some of it she couldn't help but swallow, feeling it slide down her throat. She tried to twist away, but his grip was too strong, holding her there, impaled on his cock as it twitched again, another hot blast into her mouth, the taste slicking her tongue. Whenever she protested, her tongue moved, flapping against the now-shrinking cock, able to taste the sweat and semen, all mingled together. Even her moans were stifled by the cock, blocking her mouth, forcing her to inhale his scent through her nose. He let go, and then strong arms grabbed her from behind, around her waist, lifting her up. She tried kicking again, but the chain between her legs was too short, making her just drag her ankles around. 'Never fucked an elf before! Wonder what you're like - you might talk tough, but I bet you're as soft inside as a regular human.' The taste and scent of the cum was melting into her senses, dazing her, as a meaty hand slapped against her buttocks. 'Elf-tits look about the same.' She was grabbed from the front, both her breasts getting groped, thick fingers sinking into her skin and dragging them about. Another hand felt between her legs, roughly parting her lips and thrusting into her. The violation made her ache, as her body betrayed her, her walls tightening up around the intruder. It was hard to focus, her vision wavering, the finger twisting and writhing inside of her. 'Nice and hot and ready! Been months since I've been able to fuck someone. All thanks to Captain Catlina!' Her feet scrabbled on the floor, the chain snapping taut, the hands tight on her breasts before letting go, slapping at them, making them sway as she groaned in pain. Hands parted her buttocks, before something wet and sticky splashed between them. A rough finger ran between her cheeks, smearing the stuff over her asshole, before there was a hawking, spitting noise, another splash of wetness. She whimpered, realizing what was coming, and that she was powerless to stop it. A cock, fat and hot, pressed between her buttocks, a hand still holding them apart. The shaft ground up and down, getting even larger, smearing the spit around, before it was guided forward, pressing against the tight knot of her asshole. 'Nphhh!' She could feel tears, hot and shameful, burning from her eyes and trickling down her face, as the cock started to slide into her asshole, stretching it out wide. 'Fuck me, you're tight! You never had anything back here?' He started to thrust back and forth, forcing himself in deeper each time as he stretched her out. His spit did little to lubricate his passage, making her asshole ache as it was stretched wider and wider to take the full width of his shaft. She heaved in a desperate, aching breath, her breasts still getting pinched and squeezed. 'Looks like she's ready for another in the front.' She shook her head, feeling her hair slide over her shoulders, wanting to deny them, but the hands let go off her breasts, one falling to her hip, the other guiding a cock into her. 'Dirty elf-slut! Nice and horny and wet.' She felt it penetrate her body, unable to stop it, the shaft sliding in from the front, as she was fucked in the back as well. The twin cocks burned within her, forcing their way into her body, going deeper and deeper. The treacherous desire lurched and throbbed within her, a heat coiling up from her slit, merging with the violation of her tight asshole, the shafts grinding and thrusting deeper into her. The man in front of her grunted, his breath puffing out, turning her stomach. His cock slammed deep into her, spreading her wide and open, her juices staining down her thighs. Another stream of spit flowed out of her mouth, flowing down between her breasts, making her feel even dirtier. Within her, the two cocks must be barely apart, spreading her internal walls wide! Sandwiched between the men, she couldn't move, the man behind her pressed in tightly enough she couldn't even twist her arms. Each pulse of their hips pushed them deeper and deeper into her, her pussy melting with hot desire, her asshole torn and aching, and she was powerless, unable to do anything except be fucked and violated. The man behind her gasped and shuddered, his grip on her buttocks tightening painfully, a spurt of cum shooting up inside of her. He continued to fuck her, the cum working as lube, some of it starting to trickle out of her, adding to her feelings of dirtiness. A hot spurt filled her pussy next, shooting up inside of her, the man gasping, his cock still in her for a moment, before he withdrew. She could feel the hot stickiness, cum in both her holes, and all over her tongue, addling her senses, slowly being absorbed by her body. She whined from behind her gag, feeling the cock slowly slide out from her asshole. As it exited her body, she could feel her asshole gape, needing time to recover from the forceful violation, more cum oozing out, smearing itself onto her ass-cheeks. A spank across her backside made her gasp before she was shoved forward, towards another man who grabbed at her as she stumbled around. He pushed her around and then down onto her back, bending her over a barrel, the wood rough against her belly. 'Every man gets a hole!' He slapped her backside, making her buttocks throb from the impact, before holding them apart, starting to force his cock into her. Another man grabbed her hair, a cock sliding into her mouth, sweaty and gross. She couldn't fight back at all, held down against the wood, the barrel pushing against her, making it hard to breath, even before the cock in her mouth. Fingers pinched her nostrils shut, and she moaned, waggling her tongue, hearing a pleased sigh from above. 'That's it, elf-bitch! Lots of tongue, just how I like it.' 'Mrphhh...' Her protest was weak and feeble, gagged by the cock, and it wasn't long before he came, another hot, bitter burst of cum in her mouth and down her throat. Each ravaging of her asshole was more painful, her hole not allowed to recover before being reamed again. She could feel the smears of cum all over her backside, and flowing out of her, her thighs sticky and gross. There was nothing she could do except endure, trying not to succumb to the darkness that reared up within herself, as she was taken, again and again and again, sweaty and hard cocks forcing themselves into her, pumping her full of cum. She could feel it oozing out of her body, slowly trickling down her body, sticky and gross. She was barely conscious, just about able to perceive sounds, as the brutal fucking slowed, hands picking her off the barrel, her body limp. 'Cap'n wants her, says it's her turn.' There was a general sound of disappointment, Quelenna getting dragged by her arms, feet trailing along the floor, her body impossible to control. The vague sensation of fresh air, cool and wet, and then inside again, warmer and brighter. A female voice, the captain giving orders, and she was dropped to the floor, her sweat and the men's cum fresh on her body, making her reek. Footsteps, then a door closed, and a blessed moment of silence, the only sound the creaking of the ship. And then a boot stamped down on her hip, making her ache and groan. 'I hope you enjoyed that, because it's not going to get any better. It's a long way until we make port, and you're the most entertaining thing on this ship.' The heel, blocky and square, ground into her hip before moving away, and then a hard boot-tip pushed into her belly, rolling her over. She opened her eyes, slow and bleary, one of them gummed half-shut by cum. The captain was staring down at her, holding a heavy metal collar in her hand. 'This will make you easier to take care of.' Before Quelenna could even try and roll away, she reached down, grabbing Quelenna's hair and pulling it up, slapping the metal band around Quelenna's neck, the thing locking shut, catching a few hairs as it was sealed. It was heavy and cold, rough metal scraping her neck. 'Now, let's clear that mouth of yours out, and then I can have some fun.' Quelenna heard the footsteps move away, a bottle getting uncorked, and then the woman returned, leaning over and grabbing at Quelenna's hair, tilting her head back. She tilted a bottle, dark red wine flowing into Quelenna's mouth. It was thick and sweet, better-tasting than the cum, but she still choked and spluttered on it, more of it spilling out of her mouth than she managed to swallow. Catlina raised the bottle to her own lips, taking a long swig herself, a flush coming to her cheeks, before she smiled down at Quelenna. Quelenna squirmed, trying to push herself away, before Catlina grabbed at her collar ring, keeping her close. 'Oh no, you're not going anywhere. You're going to keep me company. If you please me, then I can keep you in here, as something to have fun with. Or I could send you back out, to entertain my crew? Would you like that?' Quelenna managed to shake her head, just a little, the collar limiting her movements. 'Good. So you're going to keep me entertained. I wonder how long you'll last?' She took another swig of wine, swilling it around her mouth and then leaning in close, kissing Quelenna on the cheeks, pushing the wine into her mouth. Quelenna swallowed it, feeling it burn down her throat, mingling with the cum in her belly, making her feel woozy and nauseous. Catlina's fingers tightened on the collar-ring, and she started to drag Quelenna across the floor, the wood smooth and polished beneath her body. There was a large bed on the other side of the room, thick silk scarves around the bedposts. Quelenna was dropped, not far from the bed, watching as Catlina walked on, her leather-wrapped backside gleaming in the light from a lantern, before she bent over, pulling her boots off and casting them aside, then yanking her trousers down. Now she was naked from the waist down, her legs white and toned. 'The better you behave, the better I'll treat you. I think you'll find you want to be obedient, unless you really do like being the fucktoy of the crew. Not all of them have even had a turn yet - so there's plenty more cocks ready to fuck you raw.' She pressed her foot down onto Quelenna's pussy, making her feel cum squelch out of her, the pressure making her ache and throb. 'I could hear your moans from up here, maybe you enjoy it? But now it's time to serve your captain.' Her foot ground down harder against Quelenna's aching slit, making her moan in pain and humiliation, before Catlina stepped away. Catlina sat down on the edge of her bed, spreading her legs wide, reaching a hand down between her legs and lightly fingering herself. 'A captain should never have to tend to herself - that's what crew are for. So come on, elf-slut, before I have to get inventive.' 'Mrm!' A spark of rebellion surged in Quelenna, and she tried to wriggle away, straining against the armbinder again. 'Oh no, there's no escape. There's a reward on your head, and I'm going to collect that. But not until I've had my fun.' She cupped one of her breasts, stroking it through her top, before leaning forward and grabbing at Quelenna's collar-ring again, yanking it towards herself. 'I don't care if you've never entertained a woman before, you're going to learn now! And I hope that you're a quick study.' Quelenna's face was ground between her legs, the scent of her arousal hot and heavy, making Quelenna feel aroused herself, despite being able to feel cum oozing from her ass and pussy already. Fingers took a strong grip of her head, nails prickling into her scalp, guiding Quelenna's face into a wet slit. Pussy-juice smeared over her nose, a sharp tang compared to the grosser scent of cum. 'Use that tongue! Or I'll tie you to the keel and keep you just above the waterline - I have to keep you alive, but you can be pretty battered when we arrive!' Quelenna whined, but slid her tongue out from behind the metal ring, sliding it over a soft thigh. She was pulled in so close that she couldn't see anything other than the creamy curve of Catlina's thighs, sliding her tongue over the pale skin, flicking her tongue around until she detected a change, finding the edge of a pussy-lip. 'That's it, nice and deep. I want you to taste me fully.' When Quelenna moaned in protest, she could taste the woman, a sweet perfume mingling with natural, earthy scents of sweat and pussy-juice. Her tongue flicked over the wet folds, before she adjusted herself, finding the woman's slit and sliding her tongue deeper in. There was a pleased sigh from above her, and then she was pulled even closer in, her nose getting squashed up against a firm body. Every breath, every taste, was infused with the presence of the captain, her tongue sliding deeper in, sliding over pussy-folds, twisting and thrusting. 'Mmmm... Maybe I should keep you, been a while since I had a nice pet... But the reward is pretty good...' Quelenna flicked her tongue about, finding a hot, wet nub of skin, sucking in air while trying to twist her tongue over and around it. More pressure there made the pussy even wetter, Catlina's breathing getting ragged and rough, her fingers pulling harder and harder on Quelenna's scalp. 'Keep... going, elf-slut...' Her legs came together, sandwiching Quelenna's head between them, the hand pulling her firmly in. Now it was a struggle to breath at all, as she was fully enveloped in Catlina's presence, breathing her in, tasting her fully, unable to see anything other than a slight curve of toned belly. She tried to kiss the wet pussy, unable to do much with the ring-gag in place, trying to cause as much stimulation as possible with just her tongue. It seemed to be working, Catlina making soft and pleased noises. And then she climaxed - her thighs tightened up, squeezing against Quelenna's cheeks, pressing in on her painfully, a flow of pussy-juice staining down onto Quelenna's face, some of it flowing into her mouth. She gulped, desperately swallowing so that she could breath, before Catlina sagged backwards, her grip loosening. 'A good start - now lets see what else you can take.' Quelenna slumped on the floor, trying to recover her strength, barely able to think, as Catlina went to a cabinet and opened it up. She heard the sounds to straps, making her shiver, not wanting more restraints to be applied, before managing to roll over and look at the Captain. She was pushing a cock into herself, a double-headed thing on a strap-harness, with a fat, wide lump coming out the other side, intimidatingly large. She saw Quelenna looking and grinned down at her, biting her lip as she adjusted the cock-harness, the inner cock penetrating her body more deeply. 'It might not be real, but it's the biggest on the ship. I hope that you're nice and loose, for your sake!' She walked over, Quelenna unable to look away from the thing, almost a wide as her wrist, and covered with bumps and ridges. Catlina dragged her up by the collar, pulling her over to the bed and arranging her so that her belly was on the mattress, her knees on the floor. All Quelenna could see now was the smooth, white expense of the bedding, the wooden wall on the other side, trying to force herself to think of something, anything, else. At least fuck her in the pussy, rather than ravaging her asshole again! Hands slapped her buttocks, making them sting with pain, before the tip of the cock pushed against her asshole, still loose from her earlier abuse. Quelenna felt the bruises of the sphincter muscle, her body forced to accept another intruder, feeling every lump and bump of the huge cock. Catlina took her time, her fingers gripping tightly onto Quelenna's hips, adding another source of pain. There was no mistaking the pleasure in the woman's moans, as she started to ass-fuck Quelenna, her breathing getting ragged and rough. 'It can't cum, which means I can do this until I enjoy it.' Dribble oozed from Quelenna's mouth, soaking into the bedsheet, her mind starting to fray. She could feel a shameful and disturbing pleasure starting to grow within her belly. A hand released her hip and reached around between her legs, fingers stroking against her crotch. 'Wet little slut! You like it rough, don't you?' A finger slid into her, making Quelenna gasp into her gag, feeling the bedding get sticky with her dribble, sticking to her face. The cock was now so deeply lodged into her that she could feel the base of the harness, Catlina's hips bumping against her buttocks. Her head swam, thoughts impossible to form, lost in a painful daze as she was violated in both holes, another finger sliding into her. The cock thrust back and forth, Catlina making sounds of pleasure herself, pressed tightly enough against Quelenna's back that she could feel the woman's breasts squashing against her body. And then she broke, feeling her pleasure crash over her, a brutal wave that made her gasp and groan, a wet flow from her slit. 'Hmm... I'm going to enjoy the rest of this trip. You're going to make my nights a lot of fun!' The cock slid out of her, leaving her asshole to twitch, shamefully open, Quelenna unable to make it close. She was yanked off the bed and then a foot came around, pressing against the side of her face and forcing her to twist, her head getting shoved down against the floor, grinding her down. 'But in the day, we could do with a figurehead. Something to keep the crew entertained...' The sea ahead of Quelenna looked stormy and choppy, fat grey clouds merging with the waves, stretching all the way out to the horizon. The ship hit a wave and bucked, Quelenna squealing into her gag, as the fat wooden dildo buried in her pussy penetrated deeper into her, violating her more deeply. Her legs were spread wide, bound into a wooden frame, her arms tightly lashed behind her back. Every time the ship met a wave, she was bounced and jolted on the shaft, the fat ridges forcing themselves into her body. She could strain and twist against her bindings, but even with the salt spray from the waves, they were too tight to free herself from. And she had no leverage - her legs were spread wide enough to make her hips ache, while her arms were wrapped in the binder still, made even tighter, straining her shoulders. Her body was cooled by a constant spray of sea-mist, chill dimples all over her breasts and belly, her eyes stinging from the salt, the taste of the stuff at least better than cum or pussy-juice. And her asshole ached! The near-constant forced assaults had stretched her hole wide, making each later reaming easier to take, her asshole not closing up properly. She could feel the cum and spit smeared around her asshole, a dull throbbing in her belly. The deck creaked behind her, making her shiver and tense up, wanting to fight back, but all she could do was weakly moan, tensing her legs up in their forced-spread position. A hand reached around and groped her breast, squeezing at the bruised meat. She groaned, knowing what was coming, straining her arms, feeling the band around her belly tighten. Hands grasped her hips, strong and sure, and then a cock slid into her. It had once been a challenge, her asshole tight, but she had been ass-fucked so many times that she was now loose and easy to penetrate, the cock sliding right into her. It started to grind back and forth, the hand still playing with her breast. The ship continued to roll and rock, every movement violating her pussy with the wooden cock, stretching that hole as well. The constant stimulation made it impossible to sleep or even rest, her brain fogged with exhaustion and forced pleasure, the wood beneath her crotch wet with her own juices. She heard the crewman behind her grunt and gasp, shoving all the way into her, her insides getting compressed to make way for his cock. And then, mercifully fast, he came, slicking her guts with his cum, and then withdrawing, giving her tit a final rough squeeze. Quelenna groaned, the sound lost in the waves and the creak of timber and rope, desperate to sight land, where at least this torment might end! The whip struck against Quelenna's back, biting into her skin, her teeth biting into the leather-padded bit between her teeth, her tongue rubbing against it. The thing tasted vile, soaked in the spit and blood of past slave-captives, strapped securely around her head. The metal fetters were still locked around her ankles, forcing her to take tiny steps, the ground beneath her hard-packed dirt. 'Useless elf bitch! Not so proud now, are you?' If it hadn't been for the gag, Quelenna would have cursed him, but the most she could manage was a pained grunt, trying to will the pain away as she walked forward, the captain pulling her by the leash. They were passing through a stone gateway, the red banner of the Empire stretching over the stone, curling symbols of black, the edges trimmed with gilt. Inside, it was a typical garrison, the same layout and construction as every other one she had seen, and the ones she had destroyed. If she could escape, then she'd like to do the same to this one! Ahead of her were the whipping posts and the cages, where captives could be kept, forced to watch any punishments. A sedan chair rested on the floor, currently unoccupied - was some noble in attendance? One of high rank, judged by the jade decorations hung off the frame of the thing. Were they here for her? She stumbled as the captain yanked on her leash, the fetters making it impossible to walk normally. If she were ever freed from them! At least then she might be able to fight, or try and flee! Before she could focus her thoughts, another whip slash cracked against her skin, marking her buttocks throb in pain, another welt atop barely-healed other injuries. There was no choice except to be dragged by the captain inside, shiny leather-wrapped buttocks shining in soft candle-light. Thick incense filled the air - an expensive luxury, more than would be accorded to any random noble. Quelenna glanced around, her eyes fast to adjust. Two servants knelt in the shadows, both slender and female, although their wide belt-sashes each held a long-handled knife - guards, then? But not the usual Imperial Guardians, in their heavy armor and large weapons. On the far side of the room was a thin silk curtain, lit by low candlelight from behind, a female silhouette reclining, holding a long and elegant smoking pipe. The incense-smoke swirled, another attendant appearing from the darkness, this one masked, with long, platinum-blonde hair snaking behind her. 'Her Imperial Dominance gives honor with her presence. Captain Catlina may approach and offer respect.' The captain tensed up, before dropping to her knees and crawling forward. As Quelenna tensed up, the masked woman approached, crossing the darkness with unnerving speed and taking hold of the leash-chain, staring at Quelenna for a moment. The captain crawled forward until she was in front of the curtain, before gently knocking her forehead against the ground, her ass rising up. The shadow moved, a leg extending, a foot pushing through, pale skin, the toenails painted bright crimson. Quelanna watched the captain move her head forward, brushing her lips against the foot. Despite the circumstances, it was amusing to watch the captain forced to degrade herself, having to give "respect" to the noble. A voice spoke from behind the curtain, refined and forceful. The long smoking pipe came forward, the stem carved into a winding dragon, before flipping over and pressing down onto the captain's back. Hot embers pressed into hot skin, the captain hissing in pain, a burn-mark visible as the pipe was lifted. Long nails were painted black-and-red, contrasting with pale skin, the nail on the middle finger of each hand shorter than the rest. 'Such a dutiful subject of the empire. And attractive as well.' The curtain was pulled aside, Quelenna twisting her head to see inside, the still-smoking pipe pressed down on the captain, keeping her in position. 'And you have bought me an elf rebel.' With a slithering hiss of robes, the woman stood - she was shorter than Quelenna, her legs sheathed in thigh-high stirrup-stockings, her robe cut short in the front to show off the tops of her legs. Black silk gauntlets covered most of her arms and the backs of her hands, golden thread gleaming in the low light. Her black hair was tied into a knot, golden needles jabbed through it. As the captain started to move, the woman pressed a foot down onto her head, keeping her down on the ground. 'Such a loyal subject of the Empire deserves a reward. I think silver and a ruby should be sufficient.' She turned to Quelenna, red-tinted lips curving into a cruel smile. 'And a high-blooded elf. Excellent.' Her foot pressed down before relenting, and she bent at the waist, graceful and elegant, her clothing flowing over the lines of her body as she pulled on the scruff of the captain's neck, dragging her up to standing. She pushed herself against the captain, her long nails scratching against bare skin, a long and slow kiss, the captain tensing up, hands forming into fists. Metal shone, something sharp and bright in the woman's grip, slicing through the hemline of the captain's tight leather trousers, cutting the material away. It peeled downwards, revealing toned, sun-browned buttocks. The captain started to protest, before she was cut off by a slap to her face, hard enough to turn her head. 'I do hope you won't object to a reward? It would be a shame if you were to be arrested as a traitor yourself. You are loyal to the imperial crown, are you not?' She slapped the captain again, open palm smacking against skin. Despite her words, her tone was soft, almost amused, entirely unfazed as the captain tried to step away, her leather trousers now around her knees, hindering her steps. Another of the attendants rose and approached, head bowed. In her hands she held a metal bulb, a thin stem attached to a base, holding a red gem. 'I'm sure your crew will appreciate seeing their captain with such a lovely reward. Now turn around and hold your cheeks apart.' Quelenna heard a growl of anger, and then another slap. 'Better a reward than a punishment, surely? Now obey, before I start to get annoyed.' The captain growled, but moved to obey, turning around and bending over. Her eyes met Quelenna's burning with rage, her whole body stiff. 'Yes, Princess Xihai.' The princess spat, spittle landing between the captain's buttocks. The metal bulb was pushed forward, getting pushed into the captain. Quelenna winced, tensing up her own backside, trying not to think of what it would be to have such a violation forced onto her. Being abused by the sailors had been bad, but at least they had been alive, not brutal and cold metal forced into her. A strong blush came over the captain's features, her lips tight with rage, her breathing getting faster as the princess twisted the bulb back and forth. 'I think the captive should see what she has bought.' The leash clinked, Quelenna getting pulled forward, feet slapping against the wooden floor, getting pulled behind the captain. The princess was now twisting the bulb back and forth, stretching out the soft asshole, the bulb getting swallowed up and the dragged out, the gemstone gleaming. 'Such an obedient subject! Perhaps I should invite you to my estate? You could become a permanent guest.' Xihai's smile was crueler now, her nails scratching into soft buttock-meat. She let go of the bulb, the captain's body swallowing it up, leaving just the gem poking out, bright and clear between the woman's buttocks. 'But now I have an elf to play with, so my attendant will return you to your ship. I'm sure your crew will enjoy the sight.' She spanked the exposed buttocks, pushing the captain forward, her eyes turning to Quelenna, making her shiver, a chill of fear rushing over her. The captain was pushed forward, shuffling with her hobbled legs, Quelenna tensing up in fear as the princess approached. She was slender, not as muscled as the captain, or Quelenna herself, but moved with a steely poise, every movement careful and deliberate. Her nails flashed as she stepped forward, grabbing at the collar-leash, nails clicking on the metal as she took it from her attendant. Quelenna was pulled off balance, unable to brace herself for a hard slap to her face, her teeth clenching and biting into the bit. She tried to push back, stepping forward, an ankle hooking between her legs and twisting, shoving her back. Quelenna toppled over, choking as the collar pulled tightly around her neck. With her arms bound behind her back, she writhed and choked, partially held up by her neck, not allowed to drop. 'I hope you will last longer than the last elf I acquired. She was very fragile.' Quelenna tried to twist, to get the pressure off her neck before she was allowed to drop, panting on the floor. A foot kicked into her belly, with enough force to push her onto her back, before it came down, stamping onto her, heel grinding down. 'It looks like you've been used already. Well, I suppose that shows you have some stamina.' Another strong stramp, Quelenna gasping in pain, tears forming in her eyes. The pressure around her neck increased as the chain-leash was pulled, Quelenna struggling to stand, unable to use her arms still. She growled, wanting nothing more than freedom, so she could attack the human bitch. Just give her a sword, or even a knife! See how proud she could be after that. Her arms strained against the ropes binding her, trying to find any weakness in the knots, but all she could do was rub and chafe her own skin as she slowly forced herself to stand up. Hands came forward, long nails spiking into Quelenna's breasts, digging into soft skin and twisting. Quelenna hissed in pain, trying to pull away before the leash snapped tight, keeping her in place. 'You need to learn to obey! But that will come, in time.' The pain stopped, Xihai keeping hold of the leash as her hand dropped to the wide sash around her waist, pulling it loose. It slid open, dropping to the ground before she shrugged out of her silk robes. Beneath, she was mostly naked except for her stockings and cloth gauntlets. Her skin was flushed, slightly shiny with sweat - when Quelenna looked down, she could see an elaborate swirling curve of a tattoo on the woman's pelvis, mimicking the shape of her organs. The thick black lines held power, the princess idly scratching there, before shivering and biting her lip, eyes closing in a long, languid blink. Now virtually naked, she stared at Quelenna, before smiling at her, hard, cruel and sharp. 'If I ungag you, you're going to make noise, aren't you? The slave of an imperial princess should be quiet and submissive. But there is pleasure in training.' She scratched the tattoo-mark again, before her hand moved downwards, between her legs, her middle finger sliding in. A deep breath in, Quelenna able to smell the rich, musky scent of her sex, a heat starting to coil within herself. 'You should be proud to serve one such as myself. It's more than rebel filth like you deserves.' Even as she teased herself, her eyes didn't look away from Quelenna's, pinning her in place with just a look, grip still tight on the leash. Her juices were visible on her thighs, her finger curled all the way in, the princess' breathing getting faster and faster. She grunted in annoyance, biting her lip hard, and then pulled her finger out, dragging on the leash to pull Quelenna close. Another slap made Quelenna's cheek flare with pain, the juice-slicked finger rubbed beneath her nose. The scent of arousal flooded into her, making her flush with heat herself, unable to control herself. 'You're going to need breaking. Just like a wild beast. But don't worry - soon you will be a loyal imperial slave.' Quelenna tried to growl resistance through her gag, but it became a whimper as nails scratched down her belly, a finger finding her slit, teasing through her thin coils of hair. 'This will need removing. My property should be neat and clean.' A finger slid into her, forcing it's way in, through her dryness. It hurt, violating her body, making her gasp again. 'Maybe I will allow you pleasure. But only when you have had enough suffering to appreciate it.' The finger twisted around, making her gasp in pain as it scraped and rubbed before sliding out. 'But a new collar first. One you could be proud of - after all, not many can call themselves the property of an imperial princess.' Before Quelenna could react, the princess had stood back, and then her hand slammed forward, fingers poking into Quelenna's chest, just beneath her throat. A shock of pain slammed into her, her body tensing up, suddenly paralyzed, unable to move. The air hissed from her lungs, shallow breaths the most she could manage. The princess started to stroke herself, lightly playing with her breasts, visibly excited. Attendants descended, pulling at Quelenna's collar, removing the old, tattered metal from her skin, before a new collar was wrapped into place - clean, dark metal, with spikes on the inside, scratching against Quelenna's neck. It was heavy as well, pressing down onto her shoulders, sealing shut with a loud, rasping click. Quelenna tried to shake them off, but they ignored her, twisting the collar around, the metal scraping over her skin. 'I prefer property to know where it stands.' The princess was fingering herself now, one finger within herself, stroking her breasts with her other hand. The double-coiled tattoo over her womb was glowing now, a faint red light making the princess' skin shine, reflecting off a faint sheen of sweat. Despite this, she was still staring at Quelenna, eye's cold and hard. 'You are mine. And I will shape you as I wish.' Quelenna could smell her pussy-juice, a shameful sting of arousal washing through her own body, the attendants stroking at her body, the hands hot and soft. Fingers teased between her legs, her teeth clenching on the bit. 'Oh? You resist? Silly elf bitch.' The fingers fluttered and stroked over her body, sliding over her back, making her shiver as they tickled across her spine, finding all the soft and sensitive parts of her body. She tried closing her legs, pulling her thighs together, but couldn't move away. Her lips were pulled apart, fingers pushing into her. The princess approached, the red glow brightening, her cheeks and lips flushed red, pupils dilated. Her finger was moving faster now, her masturbation increasing in pace, having to tilt her head up to stare into Quelenna's eyes. With a loud groan, her body shaking, the princess pulled the finger out of herself, the digit stained with her juices, getting wiped across Quelenna's face. The moisture clung to her skin, the scent potent, adding to her own arousal. 'Your mistress is allowing you pleasure. You may regret not taking it - after this, you will suffer, until I can be assured of your obedience.' She stroked her hand across Quelenna's forehead, wiping hair aside, before it slid along a pointed ear, the casual touch making Quelenna shiver. The fingers inside of her were making her gasp and pant, her body tensing around it. 'I hope you have stamina and endurance. So many of my toys break before I get to have fun with them.' Fingers pinched at Quelenna's ear, twisting the skin, making her hiss in pain, the sensation mingling queasily with the pleasure being forced onto her. 'Some of the other imperial princesses disliked my... activities, and so I was exiled here. But now I have you.' Her smile was unpleasant, as she leaned in, between the spikes of the collar, and kissed Quelenna's shoulder, sinking her teeth in, a harsh kiss-bite. A leg slid between her own, the woman's crotch rubbing against her own, leaving a wet smear of pussy juice, the attendants fading away. Quelenna wanted to back away, but the strength had fled her body, leaving her too weak to do anything but endure. The kiss-bite intensified, sharp teeth pricking into her skin. Nails scraped down her skin, making her arch her back, twisting in a futile attempt to escape the pain. She made a satisfied noise, biting again before withdrawing, then hooking her leg around Quelenna's and pushing her to the floor. Quelenna couldn't break her fall, landing heavily on the floor, the spikes of the collar forcing her neck to bend at an uncomfortable angle. 'Bind her and bring her to my sanctum.' Hands grabbed her legs, bending them upwards, rope falling over her body and forcing her into a hogtie. A bag, soft silk, went over her head, blinding her and muffling her hearing. She tried twisting against the restraints, but they were too tight, giving her no chance to escape as she was picked up and carried away, grunting into her gag. About the Author Melissa DuVant writes a variety of BDSM-inspired stories, such as Digital Slave and is one of the co-writers of the St Michael's University setting. When not writing, she is generally planning RPG campaigns, reading or cooking. Nightwhisper's Nightmare Preview Chapter Seven: Virtual Training Samara was trapped in the metal chair, unable to do more than twist her torso, with her head supported by the metal band. A soft, white light appeared in front of her, soothing against her face without hurting her eyes. She could remember the warmth of Anna's body, close and soft, the way her stocking-wrapped legs had felt, the softness of her backside against Samara's legs. No-one had ever treated her like that before! The screen started to focus, and she suppressed a whimper of desire and anticipation, her body heating up, mingling with a dislike of loosing control, although she could feel loose wetness between her thighs already. Was she really hidden away? To think that Anna was giving another therapy session, just a few feet away! Her finger slid down, stroking against the cancellation button, just in case things got too intense. Her outfit suddenly felt far too tight, embracing her all over, compressing her breasts, kissing against her belly, sweat starting to bead on her brow. Swirling lights appeared, thick and hazy mist filling her vision, making her limbs feel leaden, her body sagging backwards into the chair. It was like the mist was reaching into her head, filling it, vague and empty, and she fell through it, unable to resist, letting it take her over. Sound came first - low, pleasurable moans, echoing through her core, making her whole body pulse and throb, the metal seat warming up from her presence, her hips wanting to grind and shake, but she was paralyzed still. Passionate and female, her eyes flicked about, trying to see through the mist, brain making the vague swirls into shapes, seeing the curve of a breast or the swelling length of a cock in random twists and shadows, before they faded. Her heart started to pound, and then there were images. Flicker-fast, barely time to register before vanishing, bordering on the subliminal. The female form, wrapped in latex, pert breasts shining, hourglass waists displayed, buttocks tightly wrapped. Was she there? It was hard to tell, her brain numb and hazy, the images flashing by, Samara just barely able to pick out a scattered few icons and logos, lightning bolts and roses or other, simpler, symbols, before the next appeared. And then it was her. Stood, arms raised, shining black gloves covering her arms, black leotard clinging tightly to her skin, thigh-high boots with a thin band of flesh at the top, her mask covering her eyes. She would never pose like that, showing herself off so much, but the light shone off latex, shiny and reflective, highlighting every curve. Her breath hitched - was this how others saw her? But she wasn't that gorgeous. The sound shifted, changing from low, sexual moaning, to the eerily flat tones of electric speech. 'She's gorgeous, she's even hotter with clothing on than naked.' 'Those legs, I want her to step on me!' 'Want to cum on those tits, make the black a dirty smear.' 'Bet she loves it in the ass.' 'She should touch my cum, then she could see all my fantasies about her.' The image of herself preened and posed, stroking herself, shining hands playing with black-wrapped breasts, stroking and plumping them up, before bending and twisting to show of buttocks. Samara's body was getting hotter and hotter, her arms heavy, unable to move. She felt her mouth open, tongue sliding over her spread lips, barely able to restrain herself from panting, thighs spread wide, welcoming the cool kiss of air between her legs, although it did little to cool her down. The torrent of praise slid over her. 'Tight ass, would smash.' 'Want that mouth wrapped around my cock.' 'She should be on her knees, taking it from both ends.' 'She should do a capture vid, getting fucked by a villain.' 'Think she's ever fucked Golden Glory?' A tremor ran through her at those words. The sultry, preening image of herself suddenly wasn't alone - Glory was there now as well, pressed tightly against her, their breasts compressing together. She could imagine their softness against her body, Glory's firm body beneath, the two of them kissing and stroking... It was getting harder and harder to think, her passion high, her will getting lost in lust and delirium. 'Whisper's totally the top, making Glory beg and mewl. Total slut-sub, I bet all that "good girl" thing's an act, as soon as they're alone they're fucking like crazy.' 'Both of them should be tied and used - wonder which gives better head?' 'Totally Glory, look at those lips! And imagine coming on those tits!' 'Whisper's gonna take it slow though, she's a tease, just look at her. And she could know when you're about to cum, take it long and slow. Just look at her, you know she's up for it.' Her tongue probed forward, mouth open wide, imagining the hot shaft of a cock in front of her, wanting to kiss and lick at it, imagining the hot blast of cum over her face, down her throat. How many people saw her like that? She was immobile, her arms limp in the armrests of the chair, as unable to move as if she were bound, the shape of the chair holding her up, her nipples stiff against her suit. The torrent of words flowed over her, each one twitching her mind into fresh fantasies, as her doppelganger continued to kiss and caress Glory, their crotches rubbing together, heads coming together in a tight kiss. Darkness flashed, so quick she whimpered, almost biting her own tongue as the vision ceased. The words didn't, although now they were harsher, the electric tones more venomous and biting. 'They'd make good fuck-meat, spread them wide and run a rail on them.' 'Whisper's totally into the rough stuff, bet she's got piercings under that suit.' 'I want to see them scream, jizz on their tits, fuck them in the ass.' A new vision - a single light, reflecting off something, sleek and black. She tensed up in anticipation, trying to figure out what the thing was, the light slowly moving around, showcasing a curving swell here, or the arch there, before realizing it was a body, her body, still in her suit, but now her pose was enforced - her ankles and wrists were spread wide, attached to metal poles, faint clanking sounds from every movement. Samara felt wetness splash onto her thighs, realizing she was dribbling, her mouth slack and wide. She could feel where her thigh-boots ended, the bare skin fever-hot, air kissing against her, her crotch aching for touch and pressure. Harsh clicks, heels-on-metal, and a figure in white entered - Glory, her hair brilliant gold, suit shining wet, highlighting her own breasts, tight over her crotch. A hand cracked against buttock-meat, a squeal of pain and desire, Samara responding in kind, barely able to stop herself gasping. The background chatter of voices became a cacophony, a chorus describing her body, what people would like to do to her, how she should be restrained and fucked and used, burrowing into her brain, sending her reeling. But all she could see was Glory dominating her, spanking her ass again before reaching around, sliding a hand beneath her suit. Samara's hips jolted, feeling a shadow-touch there, generated from pure desire, a hot finger tracing against her skin, tickling around her navel, able to imagine what her suit would feel like when stretched out, away from her body, pulling even more tightly. More dribble oozed from her mouth, sliding between her thighs, sticky and wet, dribbling down onto the seat of the chair, sticking in place. Could see feel pussy-juice as well, so wet and horny that it was flowing out of her? Or was that just more spit? 'That tight ass needs to be filled.' 'Jizz all over that shiny body.' 'Her and Glory bent over, double-fucked, hero-pussies soaked in cum.' She wanted something inside of herself, a cock, a dildo, even just a finger, but something there, to ease her aching, desperate crotch! Her whole body felt wet and melting, the chair now soaked in her heat, the scent of her pussy wafting upwards, making her feel dazed. Another butt-spank made her jolt in the seat, her own ass tensing up, a momentary hallucination-flash of the moment of impact. What would that feel like, to have someone's fingers and palms slapping against flesh? Did she want Glory to fuck her, to tie her up and hurt her? Darkness again, and then another change of scene. Samara's heart now felt as though it were about to burst, pumping and pounding, a twitch of adrenaline slamming into her. Both she and Glory were restrained now, heavy metal stocks locking their wrists and ankles into a horizontal line behind them, facing each other, butts in the air, gagged faces twisting around. Samara could see her own body straining, trying, without any success, to break out of the metal, Glory doing the same, effort on her face. Their outfits both looked torn and damaged, Glory's breasts squashed against the ground, one of them torn free. Shadowy figures started to form, making Samara murmur, torn between discomfort and desire. From this angle, their suits were tight around crotches, highlighting their pussies, sliding between lips. Her breath came in hot, ragged pants, before a spectral hand reached out and tore away clothing, revealing a wet and spread pussy. 'Gonna fuck superhero pussy!' 'They want it, look at them!' 'She's so desperate!' Hands spread her buttocks, pressing hard enough to leave imprints, revealing the shining gash. Her copy protested, or possibly was encouraging them, moaning from behind a fat rubber ball, hair falling over their/her face, before a cock, fat and hard, slid into her. Samara felt her own body tense up, imagining being fucked, wanting something to slide into her, as deep as possible. But she was still paralyzed, unable to move, feeling more dribble slide onto her thighs, oozing over her skin. Guttural and masculine grunts now, harsh and strong, her hips rocking back and forth as the cock pumped in and out of her, wet slip-slap sounds. Her own cunt tightened on nothing, feeling empty and unfulfilled, her hips gently rocking back and forth, the rest of her body still paralyzed. Glory was getting fucked as raw, her face turning towards Samara, eyes wide, soft lips spread around a black rubber ball, spit oozing from her mouth. Both of them were spanked as they were fucked, hands slapping against flesh. Samara was having difficulty seeing, her own lust making focusing hard. There was a gasp, and cum and pussy-juice started to ooze from her slit as the man withdrew, his place taken by another. Their bodies were shadowy, making it easy to see herself despite their use of her body, another cock sliding into her, their passage unresisting. Samara's breathing was hot and heavy, heart pounding, the chair hot beneath her, her body numb except for her breasts and cunt. The dribble was now oozing beneath her, making her ass wet, mingling with her own pussy-juice, leaving her crotch sodden, the rest of her body impossible to move. All she could do was stare, watching her copy's eyes go wide in pleasure, fucked from behind, powerless to resist. Her hands and feet, trapped in the metal bar, twitched about, hands opening and closing into fists, feet flicking about, but the metal was too strong, holding her there. Glory was straining more, the muscles of her body showing, faint sheen of sweat, but without any more success, her breasts shaking as she was pounded. Samara could see her shaved pussy, a dribble of cum sliding out and splashing downwards, before another man took their place. Each thrust made their heads just forward, blonde and black hair mingling together, spit flowing from their mouths. The fucking got increasingly harsh, her butt starting to get reddened from repeated slaps and spanks, hands tearing off the remnants of her suit, leaving her in just her boots and gloves, body shaking, weak and unprotected. Samara's own body hovered on the edge of pleasure, the paralysis preventing her from taking any action towards a climax, her gaze rapt on her own image, feeling it settle into her brain, able to feel the metal around her wrists and ankles, imagining the cocks sliding into her, her cunt tight and wet around them, mute and motionless. Her focus was fading, unable to think, or do anything but gaze in desperation at the image of herself and glory getting fucked. Their bodies were now stained with sweat and cum, gobbets and trails of white fluid dribbling over their backs, their cries increasingly desperate, not yet having climaxed themselves. And it went on and on, an endless stream of shadows fucking them, spreading buttocks wide and impaling tight assholes, making Samara's own asshole tingle in sympathy, making her wonder what that felt like, their bodies going tense and then slack, through an endless rhythm of rough, forced sex. |