Bound and broken

Lyra drifts in and out of sleep. She is bound, laying in her alphas arms, filled with her sticky seed. She hears her alpha speaking, the words sink into Lyras head reshaping her broken mind.

Orcs are the superior race. Elves exist to be their fuck toys, their pets. Lyra has found her purpose. To worship her owner and serve her pleasure.

She awakens again. She is blindfolded and gagged, still bound tight. She hears her goddess moving around, and makes a little whimper, to show she is awake.

Aakha cleans up the camp, then turns to her little toy. The elf is gorgeous, with her plush breasts, perfect little lips, cute ears, and wet fuck hole.

Aakha leans down to her toys lips, and gently pulls away the gag.

'What is your purpose elf?'

Lyra knows the answer.

'To serve you Goddess" She says the words with a warm smile, her heart filled with joy.

Aakha leans in, gripping her neck, and kissing her bitch on the lips roughly. The kiss is rough and possessive, and the grip on the elfs neck tightens, **** the air from her lungs.

Lyra whimpers, in bliss. These last few days have been the best of her life, she longs desperately for every day to be like this.

Eventually Aakha pulls away, and reinserts the gag.

"Good bitch"

The camp is cleared away, and Lyras legs are untied. She is helped to her feet, the camp gear tied her back, and a rope wrapped around her neck, as a leash.

Aakha pulls the rope, guiding the blind helpless elf through the forest. Aakha pulls her close a few times, to grope her breasts or tease her needy little cunt.

After a few hours she hears the sounds of a village, and orcs. Lots of Orcs.

Aakha leads her pet to the front gate, where two guards stand watch. Aakha says a few words to them in orcish.

Lyra stands straight. Her body is flooded with excitement and anxiety. She wants to seem like a good eager pet, to showcase her mistress power and strength.

She doesn't understand orcish. She assumes they're talking about her. After a minute, she hears her mistress.

'Down bitch'

Lyra drops to her knees, looking up eagerly. a moment later she smells the scent of her goddess's wonderful cock. Her gag is pulled away, and Lyra opens her mouth wide.

"Good slut"

Aakha thrusts into her sluts wet fuck hole. The elfs gag reflex has long been obliterated, and she takes her owner deep into her throat.

She sucks, licks, bobs her head eagerly, worshipping every ich of the thick powerful cock. Aakha moans, growls with pleasure, grips her pets hair and rails her hard until she cums deep in her throat.

Aakha pulls out, spraying the last drops of seeds on Lyras face, and returns to the conversation with the other orcs.

Lyra licks up her reward, swallows, and stays on her knees.

Eventually she is pulled up, her gag reinserted, and her mistress leads her through the camp.

Aakha enjoys the stares of the other orcs, jealous of her new pet. The first orc in this new land to capture one.

Lyra follows until they reach Aakhas tent. She is pulled inside, and the cloth door closes behind her.