Bad ending: Mind broken sex toy...

While sad events are happening to you, in the courtyard of a secluded forest mansion, life goes on as usual: grooms feed the horses that stand in the stalls of a small stable; armed warriors in chain mail patrol the area around the mansion; forest trees rustle their leaves due to the blowing wind...

In addition, an unremarkable event takes place in one of the outbuildings of the mansion: some servant is trying to open a window.

In his second hand, the servant holds a cloth banner on a long pole. This banner features the heraldic emblem of the Duchy of Forest Reach - a black raven on a green background. Probably the window is a little jammed, so the servant is **** to make serious efforts to open this window. About five minutes pass... He almost succeeds, when suddenly a tall knight dressed in plate armor emerges from the corridor that leads to this outbuilding of the mansion. The knight walks imposingly along the corridor and examines the paintings on the walls of the corridor. Then this knight notices an open door to one of the rooms... He looks into this room and he sees a servant who is unsuccessfully trying to open the window. The knight looks at the servant, at the thing in the servant's hand (a long shaft with a banner at the end). Then the knight comes close to the servant. The servant turns around and says with fear in his voice: “I beg your pardon, Sir Vincent... I’m busy carrying out the Duke’s orders...”

The knight looks mockingly into the eyes of the servant and says with a grin: “What you tried to do was clearly dictated by the order of someone influential... But I think that you will soon have to tell a lot... And you will do it in a much less pleasant environment...”

After these words, the knight struck a powerful backhand blow to the servant’s head. The palm, which was wearing a plate glove, came into contact with the servant’s forehead... Blood splashed onto the carpet on the floor... The servant fell **** on the floor. The long shaft with a banner fell to the floor nearby...

The knight went out into the corridor and shouted loudly: “Call the guards here urgently!”

However, all these events were unknown to you...

You were currently in an extremely unpleasant situation.

The cruel **** of you continued...

"I will show you what it feels like to be a bitch to a real male... Orc boar." The gloating human growled down at him, your big dark eye's flew open wide, mouth gaping open as you squealed in pain.

"Please NO! I... I can't... Stop it." Your begging breathlessly now, knowing you can't stop him or even resist effectively. So you are reduced to pleading and begging for the weak little human's mercy, normally you could have popped his head off with your bare hands. You would have beaten him to a bloody pulp by now, if not for the magic enslaving you. Something the grinning noble man knew, and that was obviously making this all the more enjoyable for the sadistic bastard.

"Your begging will do nothing." The Duke growled darkly, as his strong hip's pounded that hard human cock in and out of your clenching anus. That tight hole feeling like ir was on fire, as it clenched and struggled trying subconsciously to resist the wealthy noble mans lusts. "You're no fighter... no Orc chief... You are just a sissy whore... who loves nothing more that to be fucked into submission by a real male." Caelan accused with a lewd snicker, his pleasure and amusement like thorns in your brain. "All you are good for is sucking the stronger males cocks, and letting them mount and fuck you like the sissy faggot you are." Duke Caelan grunted between clenched teeth, as his fat balls slapped loudly against your own much bigger green pouch. "And that's what I am going to show you!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Your protests turning to moans of pleasure as the Duke's hard organ spreads your anal gates wide. "Pp..please... yo...you can't... not a..." You half panted... half moaned pitifully, even as your own cock spurts watery equine pre all over the bed sheets below you. "Bitch..." Beady eye's rolled in your head as the pleasure/pain of being penetrated filled your body. The noble groaned at the tightness of your squeezing hole, starting to slam harder and faster into you. Your intensely embarrassed and humiliated at your own arousal, and mortified at the human's knowledge of his depravity.

"Your just a sissy faggot... go on say it whore, admit the truth that you love my big hard cock." Your hand claps over that wide mouth, trying to stifle the words and stop them from coming out. Agony in your head, that tattoo on your shoulder feeling like someone is holding a red hot branding iron to your flesh. You can almost smell the reek of burning flesh, something in your head snaps. Suddenly you are sobbing brokenly, as you felt the truth in humans teasing words. A shameful blush covering your blunt Orcish face, as you can not resist him any longer.

"I'm just a sissy Faggot! I love YOUR cock... Your Big... Hard... cock." You bellow out so loudly that the watching Knight half draws his sword, in fear that you where about to resist. And then hearing what you said smirks, as he shoves the blade back into its sheath. Laughing at you derisively, as the Duke just keeps slamming his hard fucker in and out of you lustfully.

"Hahaha damn right you are." Caelan goad as you just lay there whimpering and sobbing weakly, grabbing your hair he lifts your head to slap your cheek hard with one open hand. "Here I was hoping for a real Orc to break... All I got was a pansy little cock loving... girl." The nobleman chuckling mockingly, as he fucks you until he at last finishes off inside of you. Pulling his cock out he stands over you, looking down in disdain as you cry softly. "How disappointing...” Caelan snorted clearing his throat, he spits a thick glob of mucous into your face before turning away. “I guess I'll just have to hunt down a real Orc in the forest to break." One be leaves you feel a small soft hand stroking your hair, opening your eyes you look up to see Kynth sitting beside you on the bed. A part of you hates the Gnome now, maybe he saw that in your eyes as he gently cleans your face off.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry my friend." Kynth moans softly, stroking your cheek gently with his small hand as you lay there passively. The magical pain slowly fading at his gentle caress's, soon you begin to feel love and happiness as you look up at your owner...

*

Over the next few days you are **** over and over again, some of the nobles wanting to **** you even rougher than Caelan had. But all the rebellion had been crushed out of you, you do anything they want you to do. Debasing yourself for their enjoyment, surrendering to their every desire with out a word of protest. From licking a fat ugly nobleman's asshole for hours, to letting a small human noble with a even tinier cock shove his fist up inside of you. And once the nobles have tired of you, their Knights have their turn using you... beating you... making fun of you. Until you are little more than a walking, talking sex doll, mind utterly shattered you just passively allow it all to happen. Kynth almost constantly visiting you, trying to take care of you... not that it matters much. The little Gnome crying a lot now, of course you don't understand why that is, you mind just not able to think complex thoughts any longer. Later on, you just lay there watching, as Caelan stripped Kynth naked and **** the tiny Gnome to take his hard human cock.

The Duke took Kylan's cock and balls as his trophy, they sawed off Bomar's horns as well. And yanked out Symara's fangs, somehow Dimetri the Satyr had vanished sometime in those long days. So you number was one less on the ride back into the city, of course the wagons were heavy with coin just as you all had been promised...