Breaking Free

Hours would pass into the night as Amber was throughly beaten by the four machine and now she'd begun to bloat with dwarf cum that attempted to escape out her ass between thrusts of the metal rod. Amber herself was beyond the realm of thoght and conciousnus as her eyes had rolled back into her skull from the constant torturous violation her her body. As the crickets chirped into the starry night, luck came to save the ravished elven princess as one of Dil's machines grew over worked and flung its leather straps at the bowl of dwarf jizz, half empty at this point, which knocked over after being struck a few times. The white liquid poured and flew out from the broken glass and spilled everywhere.

Clogged with cum, the other whipping machine flung around wildly and began whipping the rope holding Amber above the floor until it was frayed enough to break from her weight. She came down to the floor, kicking the dildo machine across the room, and landing on her stomach. This gave her a rude awakening as her eyes returned, wide from the shock of hitting the hardwood floor and forcing pints of jizz to spill from her nose and mouth. The elf coughed forcefully until she could breath properly and begin to take in her surroundings and circumstance.

She crawled on the floor through the sticky puddle until she reached a table she could use to bring her back onto her feet. Her knees began to buckle as her legs were weak from her being fucked by those metal monstrosities for so long. As her mind came back to her, Amber realized it would be best to leave as soon as possible as the noise created was bound to have woken someone who should come down to her mid escape and so she headed for the door.

She wobbled across the room and flung the tiny door open then fell and crawled out of it into the night air. Their domicile was built into the side of a large rocky hill with a set of stairs leading to the bottom that Amber found easier to traverse with the railing to hold onto. When she'd made it to the ground below she saw a couple of the little men look out the window, searching for their escaped captive. The elf scrambled and ducked into the nearby shrubbery and made her way into the dark embrace of the forest.

Amber trekked for hours before she felt safe enough to let her guard down and take a rest. When her heavy breathing subsided, she could hear the sound of flowing water and followed it to find a small waterfall in an equally small clearing. There she decided to bathe away the smell and stickiness of the dwarf jizz she'd been painted with and **** to drink not too long ago. In the early light of dawn, her naked body grew more beautiful as the water cascaded down her athletic and tanned form and the sun brought more light as it crept over the horizon. As she sat on the side of the stream to dry off, a rustle came from the bushes. Could it be her captors? A beast? Or maybe something else entirely?