Today's chapter will feature Ilyse, once again, and this time this will get a bit... wet for her... :V
For orcs, it’s fairly easy to mount a place and start selling their prisoners. For that, they always seek for a scaffold; they obtain good visibility from them, sort of basic. Wooden ones are the best, as they can easily secure the loot. Almost all squares and citadels have one, because minstrels like to use them to tell stories about ancient civilizations, former heroes, or some others just get on to make games or tricks.
As soon as the orcs reach the square and locate the scaffold, they prepare the slaves to be shown for future customers.
One by one, they are divided from the collar to be set in a pillory, securing their hands next to their heads, so they couldn’t try anything unusual. For extra embarrassment, this was not the only thing they would do. While placing the captives side by side, over the small scaffold, they pull the chains that comes from their pillories to fasten them to said surface, but since the chains are short, they have to squat to maintain themselves over their feet, and this degrading pose is maintained by adding a rope, on each of their thighs, also secured to the scaffold, forcing the poor girls to spread their legs, exposing their lady bits to everyone that passes by.
Ilyse protests between this scene, incensed at the mere implication. She can’t let herself be seen in such a demeaned position in a public place! It’s so lewd! She’s a princess, there is no way she can let herself be humiliated like this! Not that the orcs care about her pride or her claims. By brute force, she’s made to squat, to let the evil creatures do their mischievous duty. All her efforts to resist rendered futile, as they are bigger and way stronger than a defenseless smaller lady. After they were done, she was left just like the rest… in the same infamous pose.
But the orcs weren’t still happy with this…
Afterwards, one of them takes out what seems to be a red-dyed marker. One by one, they make nasty scribbles over the bodies of the girls.
“BROTHEL ZLUT
GOOD AZZ
$50 GOLD”
“WARRIOR BAD MOOD
$100 GOLD”
“MAID, NEEDZ ANAL TRAINING
$50 GOLD”
“NOBICE WITCH
$80 GOLD”
And finally, it was the ginger’s turn…
“NO! NO WAY! Don’t you dare to scribble on me! You dirty brutes! Don’t, no… NOOOOO!”
Nothing she could do, being restrained as she was, other than complaining and whimpering as the green big creature made his final scribble.
“BIG TITTY ELF
LAZT ONE
$800 GOLD”
If she could see the barbaric letters that the horrible man wrote, she would be dying of shame. Still, destiny was being crueler than usual. She overheard the middle of a discussion from the orcs, just after the one making the writing was admiring his masterpiece.
“Idiot! You no write, you misspell!” Said another one as soon as he noticed the lettering.
“Wut? What wrong?”
“You no say -Big Titty Elf- You say –Big Tatas elf!-”
“Ahh… no titty?”
“Just… WHAT?!!!” Ilyse reacts, very much annoyed. “Why did you write that in my body? OH GODS! This is so embarrassing! Erase that at once, you, filthy animal!” She adds afterwards, sobbing.
“Shut up, we advertise, buyers like tits, you big tittied lewd elf, you sell good!”
“I’M NOT LEWD!!! In the name of the gods! Please don’t do this to me!”
“Lewd elf is lewd, she’s wet while being shown to public! No complains if you like it!” Retorts the crooked orc, with a large smirk on his face, to which, Ilyse just cries as an answer.
No matter how much she cried and begged, the big orcs just ignored her all the time. It was so degrading, so low. A once respected princess, she was now nude, restrained and with all her weak and tender spots crudely exposed for everyone to see. She felt vulnerable, defenseless and of course, pretty uncomfortable, as in this squatting pose, the only support she had was her toes and, when her feet started to feel numb, her knees. Now, to add more shame, she had her skin violated by some nasty scribbles.
And yet…
Her body was betraying her again. Could it be? Is she enjoying this? She shakes her head in shame, sobbing and wondering why… why? It’s so shameful, so… lewd! Albeit she’s leaking from her pussy uncontrollably, blushing red; such a spectacle for the people that passes by, murmuring and giggling, some others disgusted, but all of them sticking their eyes on the naked women bodies, like knives on recently fresh captured meat. Many had particular attention to that luscious body the redhead elf had, unable to hide anything to their lecherous gaze, much to her sorrow…
The shame for poor Ilyse doesn’t stop. Still in her embarrassing pose, she’s observed by people in a public square. Her sobs stopped for a moment, while she was immersed in her own thoughts, or better, just not thinking at all… just… getting used to it, while her gaze was lost somewhere in the horizon. At the same time, the orcs seemed to be dealing with a man that was obnoxiously demanding a tax for letting the monstrous beings continue selling their loot in that city. They weren’t happy at all with this situation.
“It’s only one gold coin, and you get your permission, it’s simple~!”
“No money… we sell; we have money when slaves sold…” Sharply responds the orc.
The small man shakes his head in disapproval, he was expecting some money. But, perhaps out of bad luck, or maybe just the fact that he was too close, Ilyse caught his attention. However, the elf remains ignorant of what is happening just in front of her. His eyes open wide, devouring her sinuous curves.
“What a problem… well, I could just bring the guards and get you out of this place! BUT! I’m a generous man, and I don’t have to report EVERYTHING to the Sultan, you know? I think… I think we can make a little deal so you can sell your good looking slaves here… if you know what I mean…” Salaciously adds, winking to the orc.
“What’cha want?”
“I see you have that elf right there. I haven’t seen one since the fall of Luxas… poor people… BUT! She looks good enough… I can’t buy her, and the price you set for her is out of my league… still… for a gold coin, I think I could at least lay my hands on her for a bit, don’t you think? Think it over, it’s a small price for letting you do your market activities…”
“No fucking elf! We need tight cunt for sell!” The orc answers, intimidating.
“N-no! Please… don’t get me wrong!” The small, round man retorts instantly. “I don’t want to screw her right here! I… just want to use my hands… just that! Consider it, my man, I won’t fuck up your merchandise, and what I have in mind could even drag you potential costumers…”
The orc grunts in confusion. Patting the shoulder of the other, talks with him and argue about this deal. After a good while discussing it, the orc returns to the small man.
“Ok, you can touch, but do not exceed!”
“Oh no! I won’t! Thank you for understanding! This will be good for you and for me, I promise!”
Quickly, the round small man, which had some sort of mid-eastern look and clothes, like the rest of the people in that city, places himself on the scaffold, just behind the redhead elf, slowly approaches his lips into her ears, whispering softly and odiously.
“Hey… elf! I know your type! Elves are salacious and horny; do you think I haven’t noticed how wet you are by being exhibited like raw meat in front of a square full of people? You are drenching all the wood! But worry not… I will make something for you to feel even better…”
Ilyse’s blank mind breaks as soon as she hears the horrible man talking to her like that. So daring! Why is he treating her like that? “No, gods… what are you going to do to me? I beg you, sir, I’m nothing of what you describe, I’m decent! Free me from this, and I will know how to reward you! Please help me!”.
“Ha ha ha… C’mon! You are lying, you want this! And now we are going to give a show to everyone!”
As soon as he finishes his sentence, he lays his hands over the poor helpless elf, caressing her soft and pale skin, now slightly tanned by the naked exposure to the sun. She protests trying to get him off of her, but she can’t, she’s restrained, unable to fight back. The other slaves protest as well, shouting at him to leave her alone, but they are quickly repressed by the orcs, who threaten them with no food if they keep making noise. They, much to their grief, have to obey, no one wants to be without food.
The lascivious man, for now, continues his doing, just chuckling softly in Ilyse’s ear, while his hands massage and cup her full breasts, to which she can only respond with muttered moans. One of his hands slowly begin to travel through her torso, teasingly reaching up to her belly, and then returning up slightly. He’s giving the message to her: He can do whatever he pleases him now. His other hand, is cupping and teasing her tit, soon, his fingers reach her inversed nipple, which causes her to whimper more loudly.
“Ahh… I see… your lewd nipples are very sensitive… let’s tease them for a bit… shall we?”
“Hya! N-no… NO! Please, no! D-don’t tease my nipples…! Uhaa!! I beg for your mercy!”
“Do you prefer me to go straight and touch something else then? Probably… you say that because you want me to finger your hairy pussy? Is that so?” Asks distastefully, licking her ear, and never stopping his lewd stroking.
“N-no! P-please… not that! No…”
“Then, if you don’t want me to start straight like that, you have to beg… beg me to tease your nipples and make them poke out, or else, I might stick something that is not my finger up your ass…”
“S-sir… please…”
“BEG!”
Hopeless, she does as she was instructed, stuttering in ignominy. “I beg you, sir… t-tease my nipples and make them come out… oh gods! It’s so embarrassing!”
“Good slut… good…”
The short unpleasant man kept going in his evildoings, without paying any attention to the elf’s complaints, just seeking to torture the unfortunate woman his way. The hand on her tit began to press inside her sensitive nipple, and the other hand squeezed the second one. Without any mercy, his finger stretched her gland. Ilyse cried in pain, begging him to stop. But to no avail. His finger teased and rubbed the inside of her uncommon lady part, reaching into the hidden tip, which was inconveniently hardening.
Many men, and even some females stopped by, intrigued by all the disturbance that was happening in that scaffold. They stared at her, watching how the lewd man was touching and mangling her udders. She felt a cold and terrible void in her belly, as soon as she could notice. She was being molested publicly, in the eyes of every person that was morbidly observing the vile scene.
For the worst part, her body was reacting! All by its own, it was responding to the forced stimulation it was receiving. Soon, Ilyses protests and cries are transforming into aroused mewls and gasps. The man knows it, he is feeling her slowly surrendering. With a big smirk, he proceeds on his indecent behavior, now setting a second finger inside her stretched nipple. Slowly, he pushed and opened the cavity, to reach into the hardened tip. Once he could pinch it, he started to pull it out, in between the redhead elf’s moans. A few forced pulls, and finally, her shy nipple is out, gallantly perking up, and showing a drip of a white substance. He doesn’t take too long to do the same for her other tit.
“What is this? Is it… what I think it is? No way! Are you enjoying yourself this much? I haven’t even touched your nethers, and yet… you are… milking?”
“Ahhh… ahhh…! No… I don’t like this… I don’t like this!!!” She protests again, vaguely feeling firm in this regard.
“Why do you lie to me? You don’t have to pretend, everyone knows how salacious elves are, and you are NO exception! Even if you deny it… Can you see? All this fine people watching you while I’m playing with your udders and hearing you moan in acceptance; they want a good show, and you will give it to them!”
“In the name of the gods!... No…”
“We will show this fine people how to milk your slutty breasts, I know they have milk, and they will see how I treat you like the cow bitch that you are!”
It made little difference for Ilyse to claim otherwise, as the small taxes man started to tease her now hard rock perky nipples, they were so pink, almost red, and puffy. Indecently, he starts pulling her breasts, pinching her nipples, in an action so similar to milking. Yet not as much came out as she thought, to her silent relief. But her relief was not to last. Ilyse felt his other hand rubbing her belly, softly and teasingly, and now it moved down, slowly… more, and more, until…
“Uh? AH! Ahhhnnn!~ Uaaahhh!! Hah! Hah! Hah!! Hyaaaa!”
He smirks once again, her horny cries only obey to one thing: He reached her tender lower lips, although, his fingers immediately became all soaked in her juices. She was enjoying this! No more protests, no more begging, only mewls…
“Delicious… you are delicious! Such an exquisite delicacy. I barely touched you, and yet, look at my fingers… they are all wet! This are all your juices. Open your mouth and suck them, lick them clean!”
She was reluctant to do such an act, and he noticed. To force her to open her mouth, the inconsiderate short man pinched her nipple very hard. She howled as a reaction, showing him an opportunity to stick his soaked fingers inside her tiny mouth. She started to suck them, even using her tongue, while he continued to mangle her bosom. The man just gave a laugh from this, praising her skill. After a short while, he took his fingers out of her delicate lips. Ilyse shuddered slightly to think what was coming next. Was he not satisfied? His fingers moved down again, with the intention of invading her nether parts; began to tease her clit, causing her to squirm uncontrollably.
Her legs became weak, and her mind was quietly filling with a white cloud. Her eyes rolled up and only her horny sounds were heard by all the people that was watching, the orcs included, enticed and truly captive of this moment. Meanwhile, his hand moves and his thumb continues the duty of working her tender button, while the rest, violently ram inside her vagina, kneading her inner walls.
Ilyse tilted her head backwards, a thunderbolt crosses her whole body as soon as the intruders were massaging her delicate and sensitive lady parts, which welcomed the sneaky digits with a gush of her precious elf syrup.
“Ahh… you came! You came by only being teased like this! But worry not, I’m just starting, I will make sure you become a mess after this, my tasty, tasty doll…”
The elf only responded with incoherent mutters and moans, as the man’s hand pressed and ground against her folds. Her tit was also being attended while this was happening. At the same time, he was pinching and squeezing her swollen breast, looking once again to extract some of that sweet white-ish nectar from her nipples. This time, he hits the spot. As her arousal was increasing considerably, slowly, some of that white milk is coming out from her teat.
Some muttered exclamations of admiration and surprise are heard from the townspeople as this happens. They just can’t believe what they are witnessing. Nearby, her partners in distress, determinedly looking away, not willing to see more of this. The man carries on, teasing and finger-fucking Ilyse in a harder pace.
“You are so perverted… and also I see you aren’t a virgin anymore! Only elves that have had their cherry popped can produce milk… Not a surprise, anyway, any elf you could meet are never pure… It’s funny these brutes don’t know, or have not noticed, if they did, they would just fuck you to death or eat you… but I won’t put you at risk, don’t worry… I’ll keep your secret, but as a reward, you are going to cum hard for me, in front of all these people, understand? Now… let them see how much you enjoy being molested like this…” The man asserts, stimulating her sensitive spots, now going even harder on her.
Her moans intensify, growing in volume and number. The horrible short man tightens the rhythm, milking her, while fucking her tight cunt with his fingers. Her nethers burn as he is going in a piston speed motion. Everyone is just astonished, looking at the elf handled like this.
“Ahhh, AHHHHHH, UAAAAAHHHHHH!! HUUUUUAAAAA!! Going… going to… I’m going to!!!! I’m going TO HAVE IT, IT’S COMING OUT!!!”
“Yes… do it, cum in front of them, show them how lewd you are!”
This words were the last before she actually did it. Greatly trembling, a generous gush of her juices comes out of her cunt, even splashing some of the curious people that were watching, while her tortured nipple finally left out a squirt of her elf milk, soaking her belly, crotch, and mixing with her own lady juices.
All was over.
The man stood up, looking at the abused elf for a moment, just leaving her there, shivering and panting heavily, completely exhausted and done. He smirked, while cupping her face, pressing slightly into her cheeks, pleased with all that happened.
“I like you… I really like you, if I were to train you, I would make of you the perfect slut, ready to please the Sultan in any way he desired. You have it inside you… it’s just a matter of making you let it out. The harem has so many women, but never had an elf, and never one like you. You are sultry and delicious, your body is so sensitive and full of surprises… the best part is that the sultan doesn’t care if they are virgins or not, in fact, he hates virgins, because they are much of a trouble. But you, you, my dear elf doll, you would be the perfect consort, so good and fertile! You would bear so many children…!”
Leaving her alone, he reaches afterwards to the orc that dealt with him before, pretty happy and cheerful.
“You, sir, you have a good slave there, the Sultan will like her… you see, I don’t only collect taxes, I also am the personal accountings consultant of the sultanate and… not to sound cocky but, I am also the Sultan’s number one harem Master, so I talk to his majesty every day before I go doing my job. If you want to sell her good, you should come to the palace. The harem is never complete for him, and this elf will make such an awesome addition! Bring the others if you want, just in case, but mainly, bring the redhead, I’m convinced his majesty will adore having her.”
The orc looks at him, kindly pleased, the promise of good money makes him rise his hopes. He agrees, and the little disgusting man explains the directions needed for them to get to the palace, sealing the future deal with a handshake, an action that makes the tiny man jump from the floor, given the brute force of the big green man. Afterwards, the taxes man leaves, smelling his fingers, delighting himself with Ilyse’s womanly scent. At the same time, people starts to go away, the show was over, no use to continue there.
The other slaves look at Ilyse, in a mixture of confusion and pity. She looked so into it, so into the pleasure. Being abused like that, in front of so many, and yet, she seemed to enjoy it so much… Ilyse… poor Ilyse, used to entertain a mass, so exhausted, she came so much and so hard, her nipples slowly began to hide inside again, but still showing the marks of the rough handling she was put into. Her pussy leaking still, so mercilessly touched…
The elf stood in a short trance for a while, silence remained between the rest of the girls.
Time passes, people goes by, only two of the slaves were sold, just remaining Kara, and of course, the most expensive slave: Ilyse. The night falls, and the orcs decide to stay in the small citadel, taking a seat and sleeping in this position.
Ilyse and Kara have no choice, they are still in their uncomfortable and shameful pose, the chains make it impossible for them to even try and lay on their sides or backs, so they remain just like that, slowly getting beaten by the fatigue, trying to get some sleep.
Has it passed so little time after she could get some sleep? Is it starting again? Maybe the sense of time was already lost for the redhead. As always, she can only beg, and hope for some empathy towards her.
“I tell you, sires… please, let me go! I’m not a slave… I’m a decent woman! Don’t do this to me!”
“You know you want it, you like this… your body screams for it!”
“No… no! It’s not true!”
“Elf gives up, no more whining, elf lewd will do nasty things!”
“I beg you! No…”
It’s uncertain in which moment the orc and the taxes man joined forces, taking advantage of the restrained elf. Quietly, both of them touch and tease her body, every part. Nothing is left out. For her shame, she’s still leaking, her pussy lips pouring nectar, anticipating the next part.
Big orc hands squeezing her breasts, not caring in the slightest about her comfort, and this small nasty man, teasing and licking her clitoris and lower lips. Her whole body was being covered in such an erotic massage; the feeling of being so helpless, being touched every inch, not having even a small possibility of escaping or doing anything… just getting this horny and sensual pleasure, making her squirm, feel weak, defeated, submitted.
Once again, her nipples harden, they are showing how aroused the elf is, by dripping hot milk from them. Ilyse has become a fountain of fluids and desire; sweat, milk, nectar… all mixing in a lewd beverage, worthy of the gods. No more words from her, just her fervid whimpers.
“Man told us… you no virgin, after this, we will eat you. Elf meat tender, and we hungry!”
“I’m sorry, little elf! I just couldn’t keep the secret!” The nasty male adds, smirking. “We will make sure you are soft and ready… I want a taste too!
“EHHH? GOODNESS NO! No please, I beg you, I will do anything, ANYTHING! I’ll become your best courtesan and let you ravage me as much as you want! I will let you do the nastiest things to my body, whatever it pleases you, sires! Just, please don’t do it! Have mercy! HAVE MERCY!”
“Too late, elf… you are too lewd, you will serve as food!”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”
The sweat covers her whole body. If it was daytime, she would shine by the sunlight, like, if her body was oiled. She is panting, heavily trying to breath. She was still in her degrading pose, but no one there, just the empty square.
It was just a nightmare.
Still, she could feel her juices running down between her thighs, it was too much for her to just admit she was having erotic dreams about her misfortune. She wouldn’t do it! Admitting that defeat would take away her pride, would make her… just an animal, in her mind. An animal that craves lascivious activities, and lives for them. No. She had plans, she had to seek for a way to be free from this terrible fate that was planned beforehand for her.
If someone just was there to save her, to do something… Was this thought just fading into another one? If she was never found… or rescued? She had to do something. But… What she could do? Could she think on something or, will she depend on someone’s charity to end this?
For now, this was another day for Ilyse, just another day.
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