A glimmer of hope

When you awoke the next day your seemingly constant state of arousal was stronger than ever. You were quickly drawn towards the elf in the neighbouring cell, purely driven by concern for her well-being of course, or so you told yourself. What you saw shocked you.

The captive elf was no longer huddled up, a shuddering, whimpering mess. Not at all. This morning, after the hours of relentless rutting and brutal breeding she endured, the petite elf seemed completely rejuvenated. Perched upon her knees she looked peaceful, serene even, her smooth, pale skin almost glowing. A faint smile flirted upon her lips as she caressed the noticable bulge at her stomach, and you thought you could almost hear her hum softly under her breath.

You watched on in confusion until the rattling of her cage door grabbed your attention. A grubby male goblin entered the cage and immediately the elf let out a needy whine, falling to her hands and knees, her bulging stomach and pale breasts hanging obscenely beneath her. The goblin grinned widely as he approached, coming to a stop and pulling his filthy loincloth aside, right before the captive elf. Shockingly, at the sight of the goblin's impossibly huge, warty shaft, the elf leaned forward, straining against her chain and opened her mouth wide. Wasting no time, the goblin began to stroke himself, instantly becoming fully hard before just a few strokes later, exploding into the elf's face. As the first shot blasted across her forehead and nose, the elf **** herself forward, just able to wrap her lips around the vile goblin cock to take the second in her mouth. As if rewarding her, the goblin stepped forward to slide more of his length between her lips, pumping her mouth full of his thick load, which she swallowed down easily.

She was broken, you realised. The powerful goblin pheremones had twisted her mind and turned her into their eager breeding slut, hungry for their seed and eager to please. The realisation shook you, your own arousal now all the more shocking and confronting. If you were a female, you would already be just like her. Finished. Hopeless.

You watched the goblin finish up, giving the elf a pat on the head as he withdrew his slimy length from her lips, then leaving her in her contented state of bliss. He didn't even lock the cage you noticed, obviously confident the elf no longer intended an escape. Despite the horror of what you had witnessed, your hand wandered to your crotch, squeezing your insatiable hardness as you tried to grapple with the sick situation you found yourself in. Just as you began to stroke in earnest a noise interrupted you and turning towards the door to your cage you saw her. Lae-zel!

Her stare cut right through you, filling you with a confusing mix of elation, relief, shame and dread. Even as your stroking hand fell away your emotions boiled over and a humiliating spurt **** its way up your length, your ruined orgasm dribbling down your quivering cock as you stared at her dumbfounded.

"Mistress!" you cried, your voice breaking. "You've..."

Lae-zel's hiss cut you short.

"Silence, fool!" her words hitting like a bolt in the chest. "We must hurry!"

With that you watched in awkward silence as Lae-zel worked the lock, your shame soiling the dirt at your feet. Freedom beckoned... so close.