On her way to captivity

How much worse do things get, as Lavorra is taken prisoner?

How much: [6] Extraordinary - Lavorra loses something important, and receives a further humiliation

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She awakens to an ache in her jaw and her skull, and an upside-down view of Kurn’s back. She knows it’s him from his voice, as he spills vile filth about what a fine fuck Zeya was.

“Shame we can’t bring her back too, but I suppose Hellspawn are more trouble than they’re worth.”

Lavorra’s first instinct is to begin her own tirade of cursing, but all that passes her lips is a thick mumble, as she finds her mouth stuffed and bound with a thick gag. With her hair falling around her and the blood rushing to her head, she screams all the same, raging and ranting.

“Mmfhg mmmghff!”

All her efforts achieve is a round of laughter from her captors, and a sharp smack to her round ass, pale globes wobbling in her leggings as Kurn spanks her.

“Elf’s awake!” He chuckles, bouncing her on his shoulder. Her wrists and ankles bound, and then connected by a further cord, she is helplessly trussed and capable only of wriggling. She tries lifting her head as the Daemonspawn continue to talk amongst themselves, their words filthy and cruel. She does her best to block it out, trying to get her bearings.

She can make out pale, wizened trees all around them, seemingly petrified.

The Delwald.

Having reached her objective brings her no comfort, as she could hardly be any more helpless, bound and gagged and held tight by powerful arms. As she tries to squirm herself into a position that doesn’t have her head pounding and vision blurring, she feels her amulet slipping around her neck, dangling in front of her face.

Too late, she realises what’s about to happen, and watches in horror - one eye still tight shut under its coating of dried Daemon-spunk - as her Holy Icon swings free of her neck, catching briefly on her tumbling hair, and then falls to the earth.

No! Please Matron no!

She screams in anguish, her throaty cry incoherent even without the gag muffling her. She writhes and squirms for all she’s worth, bindings digging into her soft skin.

“You need to shut up and stay still!” Kurn roars, landing another two punishing spanks on her backside, “Or at least be entertaining…”

Lavorra’s head jolts upward in horror, her eyes wide, as she feels Kurn yank down her leggings. Another slap lands on her bared bum, her wobbling flesh feeling raw.

“Mmnnnnuh nuhhhh!” She squeals, and then lets out a ****, helpless whimper as she feels Kurn’s fingers push between her bound legs, parting her lower lips roughly.

She wriggles for all she’s worth, but that only makes it worse. Kurn’s fingers move inexpertly - he’s clearly not accustomed to providing pleasure - and they’re large and rough besides. But the combination of his dogged thrusting between her folds, and the motion of her lower body on his shoulder as he marches is doing something, despite how hard Lavorra tries to ignore it.

His fingers curve inside her, pressing down against her tight walls, and she feels herself growing wet, growing looser. She screams, both internally and externally, but it’s followed by a whimpering moan, as a third finger forces its way inside. She groans, just a little too tight for the intrusion, stretched as her pussy responds helplessly to the manual stimulation.

Accidentally, or purposefully - it’s hard to say - the Daemon’s thumb finds her clit, rubbing it roughly through its hood. It’s too much, too soon, and Lavorra winces at the attention, the pleasure caused almost painful in how urgent and overwhelming it is. Her mouth opens and stays that way, the gag loosening as she finds herself unable to keep from moaning, over and over.

“Oh she’s had it now.” She hears Zhalk chuckle with wicked mirth.

“Knew it wouldn’t take much. The Elves always look fiercest right before they break. And they always break.” Kurn quickens his fingers, fucking Lavorra’s cunt - now sodden - with his fingers, pressing and rubbing her clit in earnest now. Her ass shakes, legs squeezing in tighter against her body as the unasked-for pleasure rocks through her. Her squirming and panting reaches a fever-pitch.

“You like that, you little slut, don’t you? Can’t deny it now. You’ll be groaning and howling like a proper wench once we’ve got you on the breeding tables.” Kurn’s fingers penetrate deeper, rubbing against her most sensitive spot. Lavorra’s mind reels with pleasure, and she simply cannot help herself, moaning and yelping in the throes of orgasmic delight as she’s brought closer to her peak, shivers coursing over her skin.

Shame doesn’t quite manage to get a grip on her, as she finds herself trapped in a moment where all she wants, all she needs, is those fingers to coax her insides to release. Kurn is rough and uncaring, but what he’s doing is still overpowering her.

The gag slips free of her slack jaws, and she cries in pleasure as she’s made to cum, her hair falling in a curtain over her face. Her pussy pulses as waves of pleasure thunder through her, her bum shaking and breasts throbbing.

“And there we go. Ought to shut her up till we get back.” Another chorus of laughter from the Daemonspawn washes over Lavorra as she hangs limply over Kurn’s shoulder, shame finally catching up to her in the midst of her post-orgasmic shaking.

But she’s far too exhausted to do anything about it.