Welcome back, dear readers. This is the second half of the story which was the result of one of the first times I dabbled in writing erotica, and the first I released publicly. As a result it's rather rough and doesn't necessarily live up to the standards I hold for myself nowadays, but it's still decent enough to post again here. There is a second chapter as well that will follow along, probably in a few days.
Raucous cheers and bawdy drinking songs echoed through the brothel's central room and into Elena's ears. Tonight was her public debut in the Broken Bow Brothel now that she had been released back into the possession of the man who had captured her. Elena had once been a warrior and esteemed officer in the Emerald Wardens, storied defenders of the elven kingdom of Tintariel. After that nation's conquest by its human neighbours she had become an icon of resistance and the leader of a guerrilla campaign.
Two months ago, her position had altered dramatically. While attempting to liberate more than a dozen captive elven warriors from the brothel in which they were forced to entertain their enemies, a cruel turn of fortune had resulted in Elena's capture and defilement by the owner of that vile establishment. Her captor, a hulking retired soldier by the name of Jacques, had forced himself upon her several times that night and come the next day turned her in to the local duke for a substantial bounty she had proudly earned in the course of her rebellion.
For the next several weeks she had been held in the lord's dungeon, worked over day and night by expert interrogators who sought to learn every secret she could provide about the elven rebels she led. Eventually, inevitably, she had cracked. Every hideout, every supplier, every secret infiltrator she revealed to her captors. Satisfied they had extracted every piece of useful knowledge from her mind, the sadists in that dark dungeon released her to a healer who had overseen her recovery under heavy guard. Only a few days ago, she had been deemed healthy enough for release back to the now much wealthier Jacques as part of his reward for her own capture.
Even before his prize was returned to him, Jacques had been preparing for the most unforgettable night the Broken Bow Brothel had ever seen. Supplies had been purchased, guests had been invited, and extra muscle hired on to keep things orderly. Once Elena had been returned to him, Jacques closed down the brothel for two days so the girls could rest and remain fresh for the coming party.
Now the day had come and Elena half stood at the eye of the storm, bent over forward with her neck and wrists trapped inside a somewhat undersized pillory which Jacques had procured for the occasion and placed upon the brothel's main stage. Some strands of her long, straight chestnut hair hung down to frame a pretty face while the rest were pulled through the pillory and splayed out across the smooth back from which Jacques had spared no expensive in having vicious whip marks removed by the temple healers. The trapped elf's supple, inviting ass jutted out behind, the soft folds of her shaved quim displayed between creamy thighs that turned into long, toned legs as they stretched down to the floor. Every inch of her pale, wood-hued skin was exposed, save that trapped within the pillory. All told Elena was a magnificent sight, simultaneously a living shrine to both elven beauty and human supremacy.
The many guests invited to the brothel's grand celebration of her debut had begun arriving more than an hour ago, but none had yet approached her. A cordon of burly bouncers held position around the center stage to ensure that the evening would play out as planned. The rest of the girls in the brothel, however, had not been so fortunate. In the spirit of celebration, the guests had been afforded unlimited use of the other elves free of charge for the duration of the evening. As they waited for the main event, many indulged with great enthusiasm. The only rule of the evening, aside from those regarding Elena herself and the standard prohibition on permanent damage, was that the girls had to be facing their fallen heroine at all times.
Silent tears traced their way down Elena's cheeks as relentless scenes of depravity played out before her eyes. Closest to her at the moment was a dark haired girl Elena had never seen before today. Her curly hair and larger than average breasts bounced in rhythm as she worked herself up and down on the modest cock of what appeared to be a wealthy merchant. Her back pressed against his chest as both faced Elena, but while his eyes never departed from Elena's fine form the girl seemed to look everywhere else in the room. The brunette's legs were splayed wide and Elena couldn't help but stare at the place of their joining, noting the froth and scum which leaked from the girl's snatch with every impact to stain her thighs. While she watched, the man used one hand to grab hold of the girl's head and force her gaze upon Elena while his other continued to play with her bountiful breasts and the small metal piercings which shamefully ornamented her nipples. The unknown brunette barely blushed as two pairs of elven eyes met, and she never ceased the whorish, blatantly artificial moaning that accompanied the pair's copulation.
Finally breaking her gaze away from the merchant and his toy, Elena looked upwards only to be captivated by another scene. On the balcony above the central room a familiar figure was bent over a railing as she received a harsh pounding from behind. Clea had been a painter before the war who volunteered only months before the fall of Tintariel and was swiftly assigned as reinforcement for Elena's depleted unit. A tall, willowy blonde with a soft face predisposed to dreamily gazing up at the night sky, Elena knew the girl to have been a virgin at the time from how fiercely she blushed and stammered in the face of her fellow warriors' relentless teasing. The artist had clearly long since been deprived of that status, but she somehow maintained an air of innocence and naivety despite her captivity. At the moment Clea's face was contorted into a pained grimace, her eyes shut tight and mouth open wide in a wail drowned out by the noise below. From the girl's display, Elena was fairly certain the man hidden behind her was neglecting the more conventional embrace of her womanhood in favour of an alternative point of entry.
Since being sealed into her pillory shortly before the arrival of the first guests, Elena had seen little but a parade of such scenes. Of course, just fourteen of her former countrywomen hardly provided sufficient holes for the dozens of patrons present to be satisfied simultaneously, so a healthy number were typically clustered around the brothel's modest bar while others clustered as near the stage as they were allowed. Those whose attentions were fixated on her had spent the evening hurling taunts and abuse, teaching her no fewer than seventeen new slurs, insults, and creative theories of unconventional parentage in the process.
The evening's main event began when Jacques finally emerged from his personal quarters to join the festivities. At nearly six and a half feet, the burly man towered over most of the human patrons, let alone the elven girls servicing them. He was somewhat flushed from exertion and completely unclothed, revealing the weapon between his legs to be fully proportional to his frame. Said appendage was currently at its full size, almost certainly thanks to the ministrations of the girl trailing him.
Breanna was Jacques' first and favourite captive. Even among her fellow elves, the blonde's slight frame and modest bust rendered her a youthful appearance. At least for tonight, however, that appearance lent her no illusions of innocence. Of late her suffering had rivaled even that of Elena, and it showed. The heroine's attempt to liberate the captives of the Broken Bow Brothel had been organized and planned with the assistance of those trapped within, a detail which had not escaped Jacques' notice. It had quickly become clear to him that his favourite had been the ringleader of their defiance and the cruel man had shown no mercy. Now Breanna trailed her master with downcast eyes, led along by a leather leash attached to a tight collar around the girl's neck.
Crowded the room may have been, but Jacques had little trouble navigating his way to the central stage even with Breanna in tow. The patrons parted before him, their conversations and distractions drawing to an end as all eyes followed the big man in eager anticipation of what was to come. Even the merchant in front of Elena shifted his attention, stilling the girl atop his cock with a casual swat and a whispered word.
Jacques passed through the bouncers without a word, only drawing to a halt once he stood beside and slightly behind Elena atop the stage. One of his hands rested possessively on his prize's rump while the other clutched tight to Breanna's leash. The girl came to a stop behind him and dropped to her knees without need for instruction. Elena had believed she could feel no more shame than she already had being so publicly displayed for more than an hour, but now she felt the heat rise ever so slightly in her cheeks, though she couldn't be sure whether the reaction was caused more by the hand casually caressing her rear or the girl whose face was so near her sex that Elena could feel soft breathing tickle the back of her thighs.
"Welcome, friends, I am truly heartened that you could all join me here tonight." Jacques' voice carried throughout the room, silencing any conversations that had persisted despite his appearance. He made no effort to disguise the joy he clearly felt now that the moment he had waited months for was at last at hand. "Now that you fine gentlemen have all had a chance to settle in, I do believe the time has come for our entertainment to begin!" As the brothel owner addressed the crowd, his hand slowly drifted down to the junction between his prisoner's legs. Expecting this development, Elena managed to stifle any reaction as his middle finger slipped into her cunt and began to languidly stroke her insides.
"I doubt they will be entirely necessary, but I do believe some introductions are in order. I am your humble host Jacques Travei, and this delightful specimen of elven charm is none other than the infamous Elena." The captured heroine in question's heart fell as she listened to the cheer of approval that followed her new owner's proclamation. Even if she somehow managed to escape her captivity someday, she knew she would carry the shame of this night for the rest of her life. "Now, friends, you may not believe it," Jacques continued with a chuckle, "but two months past this little strumpet strolled right through those doors over there one evening and presented herself into my gentle care without so much as a fight. Who would have thought the leader of the so called free elves would get so excited by the thought of performing for the lot of you that she would simply deliver herself up?" That wasn't exactly how things had gone down, Elena mused, but it might as well have been. The crowd was eating it up, at any rate. If this kept up she could practically guarantee herself a wicked headache, not that that would rate very highly on her list of predicaments at the moment.
"Of course, being the upstanding citizen and greedy bastard most of you know and love, the very next morning I delivered Miss Elena here to the ducal palace. Once she got an audience with our illustrious Duke Armand, she was eager to tell him everything he wanted to know about her little rebel friends in between blowjobs. Now we can all rest easy knowing more and more of those miscreants are being rounded up by the day." Elena's gaze fell to the floor at that news. Obviously she couldn't know exactly how poorly her followers were faring these past months, but she had little doubt that utter defeat was imminent if it hadn't arrived already.
"But, I have even more good news. I imagine you will all be pleased to hear this pretty little thing isn't our only debutante tonight," Jacques' new proclamation grabbed Elena's wandering attention. Her sharp ears perked up and she instinctively tried to turn and look at him before the pillory binding her neck stopped the motion. Surely her fate was cruel enough already, she thought, he couldn't mean what it sounded like. "In place of his share of the bounty on our little volunteer here, his grace has magnanimously agreed to donate to the Broken Bow Brothel three of the loveliest creatures you've ever seen." Jacques gestured gratefully to the duke who sat in a comfortable chair near the stage with, a girl kneeling between his spread legs. Since his arrival half an hour before her head had bobbed slowly and quietly in his lap with precious few moments of reprieve, all the while concealing a cock Elena knew from experience to be quite prodigious. The noble raised his hand in acknowledgment of the gesture and the raucous cheer that followed it. "This trio was captured along with their entire band last week thanks to the helpful tips our little songbird here couldn't wait to share. Meet Ramira, Enna, and Zarra."
Tears began to tug at the corner of Elena's eyes when she heard Jacques list off three names. The captured heroine knew she had betrayed her followers when she broke under interrogation. She knew many of them would be killed or captured. She knew carrying the weight of her failure would torment her for the rest of her life, but she had never expected its results would be shoved in her face like this. The knowledge that three of her followers would witness her disgrace, would suffer beside her in this hell, that knowledge shattered what little was left of Elena's spirit. She watched in horror as the three captured rebels emerged from a back room, each pulled along by a brawny human with a firm grip on one of their arms.
Enna, an athletic redhead Elena had known for decades, was the first to be presented. She had been one of her subordinates since before the war and the two had been together the day their kingdom fell. Since then the veteran had proven a capable commander of her own cadre, needing little in the way of instructions. Ramira followed her commander out. Elena had only met Ramira once and briefly, but it had been easy to tell the girl was a fierce and passionate troublemaker who would never have been accepted into the old Wardens due to a stark lack of discipline. Ramira was lean with sharp features and jet black hair, but she was by far most distinctive for her tattoos. Nearly her entire body was covered in sharp, geometric patterns drawn with dark ink, a fashion popular with some of the more free spirited elven youths. Finally, Elena caught sight of Zarra whose capture was the most heartbreaking. While her eighty-two years made her an adult by elven standards, she would have been too young to be accepted for combat training before the war. But rebellion is a desperate game, so Enna had accepted the young brunette for training as a medic.
The three debutantes were greeted with a chorus of catcalls and cheering as they were presented to the vicious crowd. Ramira met their leers with a hateful glare. Zarra's face was a mess of tears. For her part, Enna wore a mast of sad stoicism. Once the crowd's reaction receded, Jacques continued with his introductions. "I imagine our fine boys in uniform had a bit of fun with these three already, but I fear they haven't been trained up to my standards of service yet. I was hoping you gentlemen might help out a bit with that training tonight, but be warned, they're still feral so I recommend you avoid the teeth." Laughter rang out around the room at the jest and the comically exaggerated biting motion with which Jacques accented it, but Elena was convinced it was sound advice at least when it came to Ramira.
Jacques continued to toy with Elena's cunt while he waited for the crowd to quiet before resuming. Despite herself, the pinned warrior could feel her body starting to respond to his experienced fingers and she had to struggle to remain still. "Before we proceed to the main event," Jacques declared once he was satisfied he would be heard "there is just one more thing you all might like to hear. Now, everyone knows how hard it is to knock these pointy eared sluts up, but what most of you may not be aware of is that when elves breed they require a special herbal tonic that turns them into fertile little fuckbunnies." Elena's eyes widened as a hush of anticipation fell over the room. Jacques wasn't entirely correct, elven women did naturally become fertile once or twice a century. Still, he was right that the traditional drink given to couples who wanted a child practically guaranteed fertility by priming the woman's body to release an egg the next time she climaxed.
"As it happens, I found a few bottles of that tonic back when we were looting their precious forest, and last night I decided to empty one into little Elena here's soup." Ice gripped the captured heroine's broken heart and the man's words seemed to fade into the distance as she struggled to process what he was saying. For an elven woman there could be no greater shame than to be bred by a member of another species, such a pollution of their sacred bloodline was unthinkable. For as long as their history recorded, any elf who had a child with an outsider had been cast out regardless of status, gender, or past deeds. They and their child would be shunned forever by the entirety of society. If Jacques was telling the truth and these humans succeeded in planting one of their children in her womb, then even if she was able to escape their clutches there would be no chance of ever returning home, let alone rallying what was left of her people.
Elena wasn't sure how long Jacques continued speaking while the future that lay before her played out in her mind, only returning to her senses in time to catch the last, chilling line of his speech. "what say you all we celebrate the conquest the elves by conquering their last heroine's womb?" The roar of approval at Jacques' suggestion was so loud the brothel's windows rattled in their frames. Elena realized if she wanted to escape the fate her new owner meant to force upon her she had scant little time to do so. As if on cue for the end of the speech, the captive rebel began to thrash wildly against the restraints of her pillory, seriously testing its strength for the first time since she had been put in it.
"Well, I think we have one vote against!" Jacques announced, withdrawing his hand from between Elena's thighs in order to accentuate his jest with a healthy slap of her rear. The crowd's roaring turned to callous laughter at their fallen enemy's plight. Elena shut her eyes tight, knowing that if she looked out at the crowd her view would inevitably fall upon one of her kin and that whatever she found in their face, pity or scorn, would break her.
"Please, you can't, I... I don't want..." Elena tried to plead with Jacques, but between the pillory trapping her throat and the noise of the crowd, her trembling voice seemed little more than a whisper even to her own pointy ears. She doubted even the bouncers around the stage could hear her, only her master and the fellow captive who had knelt silently at his side throughout the entire speech were near enough to have a chance. For the most part the captured warrior welcomed the small mercy that few present would be able to hear her shameful begging, though her other struggles were obvious to all. Everyone present could see how her fine ass and toned legs wiggled and pushed this way and that in vain desperation to free herself from the pillory.
"Hush, girl, you are going to have a human brat in you by the end of the night whether you like it or not. But fret not, you will be well cared for once you become all fat and needy." Elena whimpered but continued to struggle as she felt her captor's hand removed from her rear for the first time since he joined her on stage. Behind her, the brothel owner turned his attention to the kneeling Breanna. "Get to work, cunt, you know what to do." To Jacques' displeasure, the elf in question failed to immediately obey his command. Instead, she turned her tear-stained face up to silently plead with her master. Whether her plea was for her own sake or Elena's was uncertain, but it made little difference. Scowling, he gripped the back of Breanna's head tightly with the hand not holding her leash and none too gently shoved her face between Elena's legs. Knowing there would be no reprieve until her task was complete, Breanna dutifully went to work. Her upper lips met Elena's lower ones, tongue reluctantly snaking out to explore her idol's intimate depths.
It was far from Breanna's first time with her face between a girl's thighs. Even before her time in the brothel, she had been curious. Shortly after joining the wardens, she and a similarly inclined young comrade had briefly experimented. It was a time of awkward fumbling and shared embarrassment that didn't last long. Within a month of Breanna ending things, each of the pair had found a new bedmate. The other girl had wound up warming the bedroll of a veteran with dark tastes for several years until she left the wardens when her belly began to swell with his child. For her part, Breanna had soon found herself bouncing on the cock of their commanding officer. That particular mistake had earned her a less than ideal reputation when word inevitably got around, one she had never been able to lose.
In the present, Breanna found herself once more sexually servicing an elf she greatly admired, but this time the circumstances were incomparably worse. Before their mutual captivity, the girl would have considered it an honour and a joy to become Elena's lover, to explore her alluring body and partake of the sweet slickness that flowed from her womanhood to coat Breanna's tongue. Now, though, their coupling was perverse, a degrading show for the enjoyment of their enemies as she prepared Elena for a fate worse still. Nonetheless, she complied with her master's command, however unwelcome it was. Any thoughts of defiance were slow to take hold after Jacques' furious retribution for her role in the escape attempt, and besides, Elena was certain to receive no tenderness from their master so any small pleasure Breanna could provide to ease her heroine's ordeal would surely be a mercy. As if she needed any further motivation, it was challenging to breathe with her face pressed roughly into Elena's flesh, and the quicker she finished the quicker she would be released.
The blonde's tongue danced and swirled around Elena's folds, occasionally plunging in to tease the woman's inner walls with the tip of her tongue. As she worked, her face grew ever wetter with the warm fluids that flowed freely out of the restrained elf's opening. Breanna was surprised how swiftly the pussy in her face had become so wet. She had never heard tell of any hint that Elena preferred the company of her own sex, despite the woman's fame, and unlike most human nations the elves had no taboo compelling them to conceal such inclinations. Regardless, from the products of her loins and a rapidly increasing amount of twitching and fidgeting, it was clear that the woman was responding to Breanna's efforts.
For her part, the chestnut-haired prisoner tried to endure the assault on her pussy with as much dignity and stoicism as she could muster, defiantly resisting the role in which she had been cast. Eyes clenched shut, she tried to distract herself with thoughts of anything else in a vain effort to suppress her body's natural reactions. Unfortunately for the captured rebel, years of regular practice had simply rendered Breanna too skillful to resist for long. The efforts of her fellow captive's tongue and the pressure of her face being ground into Elena's snatch were driving the fallen warrior ever closer to her precipice.
One last tender twirl of the girl's tongue sent Elena plummeting over the edge. A piercing, high pitched wail clawed its way from her throat as she instinctively ground her pussy on the pretty face between her thighs, coating it almost completely in a sheen of sticky juices. A rush of warm bliss and chaotic feelings overcame Elena's conscious mind, the normal haze of climax only deepened by the flood of hormones which accompanied one precious egg being released from deep inside her core to make its way to her eager womb. Through the fog, she could hear Jacques mocking her as if from far away.
"Ha, that didn't take long," the big man proclaimed. For Elena, the ordeal had seemed eternal, but in this he was right. It had taken but a few quick minutes for Breanna's skilled tongue to draw a humiliating orgasm from her idol. "She really must be excited to be here with us, else she has a fondness for maidens. Either way, it seems she has a happy life to look forward too." The man was wrong as usual, but even had she the presence of mind Elena would not have bothered to correct him. She had never lusted after women, she was simply unusually responsive. Her hair trigger and vocal nature had always amused past lovers, though they had also made it frustratingly near impossible to get any release when in the field without alerting her entire camp of soldiers to what she was doing.
Satisfied that his beautiful new prize was ready to be ploughed and seeded, Jacques released his grip from the back of Breanna's head allowing the girl to pull back from between Elena's thighs and breathe unimpeded once more. The brothel owner looked down at his original captive and smirked at what he saw. With her honey-blonde hair mussed from his grip, her cheeks flushed cherry red, her face drenched in girlcum, and her perky breasts heaving as the lungs beneath worked to refill themselves Breanna looked every bit as magnificent to him as she had the first time he laid eyes on her bathing in that forest pool. Her four new sisters would be delightful additions to his collection, but she would always remain his favourite.
"Alright, slut, your girlfriend has had enough for now. Go find a cock to suck, but stay close. This bitch will be taking a lot of men tonight and she'll need cleaning pretty often." Breanna nodded submissively, uncertain whether to be horrified or pleased at the prospect of being back between her idol's thighs many more times tonight. When Jacques turned away, he let go of her leash which fell uselessly to the floor. Wordlessly she stood and swiftly exited the stage with her eyes downcast, the unattended leash passing between her breasts and then her legs en route to the floor where it trailed behind her as she walked. Once on the main floor she didn't even make it a half dozen steps before being grabbed and bent over a table. The man who had claimed first use of her swiftly entered her dripping pussy with his rather underwhelming cock. Within minutes another girl had been bent across the table opposite Breanna, their faces pressed together. For the next several minutes the girls intermittently exchanged long, passionate kisses in between licking their would be rescuer's juices from each other's faces at the men's instruction.
On stage, Elena now commanded Jacques' full attention. The panting elf was still lost in a gradually fading haze when she felt a new presence between her legs. Unwilling to delay any longer, the big man had stepped up behind his prize and was beginning to probe her entrance. Watching the two elves' display had more than prepared his eager cock which slapped aggressively against his victim's thighs as he gracelessly lined himself up with her still spasming entrance. The girl felt one hand take a firm grip of her waist and heard Jacques' menacing growl from over her shoulder. "Get ready to be a mommy, elf."
"No, please, don't AAAHHHHHH!" Elena's response morphed into a loud squeal as she felt her master's oversized human cock wedged once more into her opening. Jacques had less difficulty forcing himself upon her than he had during their first coupling. Breanna's recent efforts had left the captured warrior well lubricated and her body's natural elasticity had been exercised thoroughly during her stay in the duke's dungeons. It took only a few thrusts before he was knocking at the entrance to her womb, nearly his entire cock enveloped in the warm, velvety embrace of her womanhood.
Jacques was not gentle with his prize, stabilizing from initially erratic thrusts into a fast but steady pace. Still flustered from her recent climax and increasingly tired, Elena could not stop herself from expressing her displeasure with a pattern of loud grunts and breathy groans that interwove with the loud clap of Jacques' hairy thighs against her ass. More troubling for the pinned beauty, though, was how her body was reacting to its latest invasion. The lull between her fellow captive's efforts and this new assault had not been nearly long enough for her body to calm and reset, already she could feel the pressure building again towards release. A silent war waged inside Elena between her horrified mind and the primal instincts which drove her hips back to meet every thrust and instructed her traitorous pussy to flutter enticingly around her conqueror's manhood. It was a war she was rapidly losing.
If there was a heaven, then Jacques was convinced it would be nothing more than an eternal repeat of this day. As he pounded away at the new crown jewel of his establishment, the big man cast his gaze around the brothel's main room. To one side, Breanna was putting on a passionate display with one of her former comrades, their tongues dancing and chests rubbing alluringly against each other as both were pounded from behind by a client. His favourite's face was still drenched, as now was that of her partner. Near them, the new ginger was being spitroasted by a pair of local criminals whose gang provided most of his bouncers. Despite his host's warning, the larger of the two had decided to test the new girl's gag reflex. Judging by her tears splashing onto the floor and the desperation with which she pushed against his legs, it seemed Enna could use some practice in that area.
Across the room the other two debutantes had been laid atop one another, each with their face shoved into her counterpart's crotch. It didn't appear either had been convinced to put her tongue to meaningful work, but the men utilizing their cunts didn't seem to care. On top, Ramira thrashed wildly as she sought to escape the attentions of her abuser, the patterns and shapes inked into her skin rippling almost hypnotically as she struggled, but her efforts were in vain as the pack of men awaiting their turns held her down by sheer force of numbers. The young healer beneath was far more compliant, her legs wrapped tenderly around the hips of her current mate in a mockery of gentle lovemaking. Jacques momentarily wondered if she was following instructions or instinct, but it mattered little.
Not far away Duke Armand still sat flanked by a pair of bodyguards, the only two individuals allowed to bring weapons into the building. He nodded respectfully to Jacques as the men's eyes met, his hand resting casually atop the head of the same girl who had been servicing him since his arrival. As always, Jacques was impressed by the restraint of the Duke's men who managed to stay dutiful and vigilant amidst a whirlwind of lust. The knowledge they would be accorded a trip of their own at their employer's expense the day after each of his frequent visits seemed to do wonders for their discipline.
Satisfied that the night was living up to his expectations and feeling the first stirrings of an approaching orgasm, the big man turned his full attention back to his own coupling. While his attention wandered, Elena had almost fully succumbed to her body's weakness. Her earlier protests had been replaced by breathy moans and the occasional startled yelp when a particularly strong thrust bottomed out against the entrance to her womb. Where their bodies were joined, her cunt had become a fountain flowing freely around his stiff rod to coat her soft inner thighs.
Smiling at the current state of the once defiant rebel, Jacques leaned forward ever so slightly to take firm hold of the modest breasts swaying beneath her chest. His calloused fingers began to knead the soft mounds of sensitive titflesh, drawing a quiet gasp from Elena and a pleasant clench of her depths around his surging manhood. Periodically he would pinch at the girl's rosy nipples, as if to taunt her with the knowledge they would soon enough be fulfilling their purpose. Elena's cheeks, which had paled while her master's attention was elsewhere, grew hot once more at the unwelcome reminder of the fate Jacques had in mind for her.
"I bet you can't wait to have a human's brat sucking on these, can you?" He whispered, leaning further forward to ensure his words reached her sharp ears.
"Please, master... AH... don't... OH... don't cum in me," the fallen heroine replied, her voice hesitant and wavering, interrupted by cries of involuntary pleasure. "I'll do... UNGH... anything you want... AH... I can't... UH... I don't... EEP... don't want to have a baby... Ah!" Unfortunately for Elena, the tormented captive's pleading was all it took to push Jacques over the edge. The big man's balls contracted and his eyes squeezed shut as he felt himself lose control. A cascade of bliss washed over him as his shaft throbbed, delivering the initial salvo of its primal assault into his unwilling partner's receptive depths.
For a split second, the sensation of scalding human seed splashing against her inner walls drew a look of pure, wide-eyed horror from Elena's face. But as the moment passed, the brunette beauty's feminine instincts took hold. When the second surge of Jacques' climax arrived, it triggered her own tremulous release. Orgasmic ripples tore through Elena's body, drawing open the passage to her womb like the gates of a surrendering fortress just in time for the third shot of her conqueror's seed. Its path unobstructed, the creamy fluid passed straight into Elena's inner sanctum where awaited the precious, silvery egg drawn out by tonic and the tender efforts of a fellow captive.
Jacques triumphantly rode out the duration of his bliss in the velvety grip of his twitching prize. Slowly, he drifted back to awareness, luxuriating in the sensation of Elena's soiled cunt as it insistently milked his spent rod for any last drops of semen. At long last, the big man reluctantly relinquished his grasp on Elena's heaving breasts and allowed his softening member to withdraw from between her legs. He watched small rivulets of his seed emerge from the twitching, gaping slit with immeasurable satisfaction, knowing that while they trickled down her thighs far more remained deep within, competing for the privilege to fulfill their purpose and spawn a new life.
Still recovering from her own peak, Elena could no longer pretend there was any hope of escaping her fate. She would bear the child of one or another of these vile men, and the thought of such a ruin brought silent tears to the corners of her eyes. The increasingly familiar sensation of a fresh load inside her pussy seemed like a weight upon her soul that would never be lifted. Lamentations and reckoning would have to wait, however, as she could feel Jacques' fingers languidly trace their way up her spine while strolled slowly around to the front of the pillory, absorbing the cheers of the crowd and the soft panting of his exhausted conquest alike.
"Duke Armand, if it pleases Your Grace, you are welcome to take the next turn." The duke rose with a wicked grin, casually shoving aside the elf who had been preparing his cock for an hour or more. Satisfied that his duties as host were fulfilled for a time, Jacques turned to face Elena. His cold, vicious eyes met her hazel orbs, puffy from the tears he had wrought forth. "Time for you to clean up after yourself, slut," He murmured, "and if I feel even a hint of teeth it'll be Breanna who gets a special drink and winds up in there tomorrow." The conquered heroine nodded as much of a silent assent as the pillory would allow and slowly opened her mouth.
Jacques slipped his softening cock inside the opening portal and sighed contentedly at the sensation of a gentle tongue lapping at his sensitive underside. "Taste the seed that will make you a mother, elf. What do you suppose your people will say when they learn the last hope of the elves is a pregnant whore sucking her master's human cock?" Broken at least for now, Elena made no attempt to answer her owner's cruel taunt. Nor did she brush his cock with her teeth or make any other error in pleasing him, not even when she felt the Duke arrive behind her and casually slide himself inside her soiled womanhood.
By the end of the party, Elena would take a load of cum from every man present. Even the bouncers would get their chance at her precious womb once the last guests had departed. The conquered heroine was nearly catatonic when she was finally reprieved. It would take a few days of care before she recovered and several more before she was well enough to join her fellow captives in their daily duties. For many, many years she would be the most popular attraction of the Broken Bow Brothel, dutifully servicing the humans who had so thoroughly bested her elven kin even as she carried one of their children within her belly.
Elena would never known for certain who the father of her child was. She could not know that it was the very first load she took from Jacques himself which provided the seed that would fuse with the vulnerable egg her body had been forced to release. Together they would grow into her daughter Virginia, a half-elven girl of tremendous beauty. Beauty her mother would become intimately familiar with, as once she had come of age in a few decades young Ginny was destined to serve alongside her mother in the brothel. Her obvious mixed blood would serve as a lasting testament to the human conquest of her mother and their people.
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