Thread: The Fall of the Elves - Sebastian & Thy Beloved

She knew it was coming but she still instinctively braced for impact as he lunged to grope her breasts. At a good handful each they were big for an elf but still round and firm even after three births. She tried to stand still as he did what he wanted with her breasts but she couldn't help but wince in discomfort. As he accused her of having a loose cunt she tried to mount a perfunctory defence. My ... my ... thing is not loose ... it could give you great pleasure if only ... He never let her finish. He made her bend over the bed and she prepared for the worst. Her mind estranged itself from the situation. This was not really happening. Not to her anyway. Her breathing became heavier and her eyes opened up in fear. This was not really happening. This was not really happening. When the belt came it yanked her back into reality. I'm sorry! she yelped. She apologized four more times before it was over. Nobody had ever raised a finger on her. Not her father, not her brothers, not even her husband. The leashes had stung, but not as much as having her physically integrity violated with such ease. She never felt so helpless in her life. Her bottom was still throbbing with pain when he forced her elbows together. Flexible as she was it still drew a cry as he tied her. She struggled weakly but she did not complain. Not even when he tossed her down on the rug. She just remained there. Strewn over the rug, with her arm below her, she looked like a broken marionette. Her hair a golden halo while her shapely breasts strained to be free of their black satin prison making her fully erect nipples clearly visible. Gaze was fixed on some point in the distance a single phrase kept repeating in her head. This was not really happening. He could do anything he wanted with that inanimate doll on the floor. This was not happening to her. Once again she was brought back by pain. The cold, the fabric and her fear had turned her nipples into small, sensitive stalagmites. So when he twisted one of them it sent a lightning bolt of searing pain directly into her brain. She folded in half, legs kicking the empty air. Oh Gods, it hurts! It hurts so bad! Please stop! Please, please pleasepleaseplease! PLEASE! She pleaded desperately. Even when he let go of that little sore button of flesh the pain did not subsided immediately. It continued to echo through her body. A stern reminder of what he could do to her. Emerging from the haze of agony, his words sank into her conscience. What he asked of her was too much. What she had done so far was horrible and demeaning, but she could still forgive herself. But not this. In that instant she knew with unshakable certainty that this was a threshold. If she chose to cross this line there would be no going back. She would lose something irreplaceable. Therefore it was an easy choice. Dignity. Dignity to the end. Nevermind the pain. Dignity above all. It should have been an easy choice. If it was just her life she was throwing away. But on her depended the lives of her children. So when the words came they weren't the ancient elven words of defiance she had imagined. T-this b-b-bitch is happy to serve, sir. Her wet c-cunt is always open for you Her face cracked in a broken smile as a single tear rolled down her cheek. She struggled to get up on her knees, but she was still in shock and fell back down. Her face buried in the rug, she began to sob. This bitch is sorry for being so clumsy She blurted out between sighs and sobs. When she lifted her face again it was strewn with tears. She regretted having applied some make-up after the bath because she could feel the mascara running down her face. Undaunted she finally managed to get on her knees right in front of him. Even trembling like a leaf she managed to get his cock out with relative ease. Getting it out had been the easy part. His organ now stood there in front of her. It emanated a pungent odor that her refined elven nose found repulsive. It felt like so terribly human. How was it possible to her mouth on that filthy thing? Was there anybody who actually did that? It was revolting and unsanitary. Hesitantly she looked up at him. His steely gaze reminded her of what he could do to her and she quickly changed her mind. This bitch is sorry for hesitating, please forgive her This time she said it with more conviction. Not wanting to test her luck any further she closed her eyes and touched the tip of his cock with the tip of her tongue. She drew back immediately in disgust. Please forgive this bitch, she's just a dumb elven bitch and she'll try harder She added before he could say anything. Shutting out her senses as best as she could, she began to get to work. What she lacked in experience she made up in apprehension. Fearing the consequences, she began to suck his cock like her life depended on it. After that it didn't take long. When she finally opened her eyes again and stared at her work it had become a towering monstrosity of raging flesh. It must have been more than two fists long. Her husband could not be considered ungifted, by elven standards, but he could not compare. With her mouth still filled with his taste, she fought to stand up. It was an awkward fight but she managed to get up at the first attempt. As instructed, she bent at the waist offering her ass to him. This bitch desires your precious cock up her undeserving cunt, please fuck this pathetic bitch! She hated herself for how convincing it sounded. For added effect she struggled to grab her buttocks and spread them wide exposing her little pink pussy. Contrary to what she claimed it was drier than the southern desert.