Thread: Nothing's Fair in Lust and War ((ikoshama and Vivid))

The Orc was happy with the treatment that was being performed on his cock, she worked up and down very smoothly and amazingly well. He was just getting into when he started to feel the cum work it's way from his testicles into his shaft for where he would await a forced, and tear drenched blowjob and face fucking to finish into her throat to probably have her choke on his massive load, but then there wasn't a blow job. He was seeing her crack, he was seeing her chip away and begin to crumble under the massive pressure, torment, and abuse of this tall, powerful, relentless power and will of this Orc. His sole mission was to reduce her to a blubbering mess that would fuck on a whim. Her elven pride and self-esteem was giving way, and snapping at the foundation. He knew now with a few more carefully planned and plotted strategic moves on his behalf he'll be able to completely corrupt her, and make her his slave. The Orc had never truly had any slaves before. He knew how to rape, humiliate and abuse, so he figured just do that, over an extended period of time, break the person and that's all it would have to be. So far things couldn't be going any smoother in his eyes. Before when she had spoken to him as her master it wasn't full of that enthusiastic power, and submission to a higher being, but this time when she cried out in pain and agony. He looked down to see her eyes that were encrusted with warm, and emotional tears that sat on the edge of her lids waiting to push over and roll down her soft cheeks. He towered over her to see her on her knees pleading to her superior that she wouldn't have to do such a foul and in her eyes vulgar task. For some reason the Orc could only take an out of body moment to see himself, being topping just over six feet, tall, chiseled with all over with large and dominant muscles that he could move the continents with. His greenish skin from head to toe was encrusted with dirt, muck and sweat. He could see this poor broken beautiful, once elegant young woman who was on her knees practically in tears and holding her large breasts in her hands as she worked to the best of her ability to cover his tortuously large penis that demanded all sorts of pampering. For a moment he saw this beautiful woman, she was flawless in every way except for what he'd inflicted upon her. Coming back to himself he had a moment of sincerity, he was going to allow her to not blow him. The Orc pushed her back so she landed onto her ass, bending over to grab her by the throat and picked her up again so that she was at least a foot off the ground with her head above his. One thing he did thoroughly derive great satisfaction from seeing her choke, fight for a breath without her being able to achieve it. He waited until she began to grow flush in the face, as he kicking was starting to become from frantic. He pulled her suspended body closer to him so he could look her dead in the eyes so she would see that his large green face, his dark, ominous, yellow eyes, and his large tusks that were large and gave him a graveness about him. He was trying to deliver that message that he was a ruthless creature by nature and even though he was about to let her slide with something that he normally would never do, he wanted to make sure that he was going to be in charge no matter what. She was getting more desperate for breath as she flailing was getting less frequent and more sporadic. He liked having his life in his hands, without having to apply much force. Just enough to suppress her windpipe, and thus her breathing. He had been holder her for nearly three minutes when he let go of her and had her weak body tumble to the floor yet again. The Orc stood over her with her his fists clenched and he towered over her watching her gasp, he glared down on her. He keep pushing his presence on her, even when she was most hurt and just wishing for a little space, he wouldn't have her get that. He kicked in the stomach to have to roll over to be laying on it. He stepped on her back and pushed his leg onto her spine and watched her yelp. He wanted to just put a crushing force on her, but then he realized that had pushed the breath she had just got into her lungs shot out. It was pure torture for her. He reached over to his rags and armor to unsheath his sword, wit that chilling sound of metal sliding against metal sound. He stepped off of her and reached down to grip her silky hair and yanked her head back to have her body arc backwards. He watched as she panicked not knowing what would come next. He inched his grip on her hair close to her scalp, tightening it just slightly. Then with a swift motion, the cutting sound of something thick that was being cut filled the air. He was now without her hair, and left with a rough, and uneven buzz cut all over her head. He dropped her luscious black locks in front of her face. He didn't speak for this whole time, he let his actions speak louder than words would have You're no longer an elf, you're my slave.