Prisoners and Possessions

Doom moves to examine the spoils of war. All the rangers seemed to have been taken alive and mostly unharmed. A smattering of knights had survived and been captured and of course there was the captain and commander. He notes five women among the captives, a ranger, the captain, the commander and two of the knights. He ignores the knights, they are unimportant. He has the ranger, Captain and Commander brought forward. The Ranger is a surprise, she's an elf, everyone else here is human. She has short, light blue hair and purple eyes that stare up at Doom with hatred as he stands in front of her and the other two. She's wearing a simple leather vest that has been dyed red and conceals her bust beneath, she is also wearing a green leather skirt and a pair of fur moccasins. Doom turns his attention away from her to address the followers instead. "My soldiers, we have taken this stronghold. These three are mine, do whatever you like with the rest," he commands and cheers go up from the troops. He watches for a moment as the remaining rangers and knights are grabbed and the soldiers set about stripping them of all their armor and gear. He is curious about what will happen to them, but he has more important things to deal with. He turns his attention back to the three women in front of him.

"Names?" he asks and the three of them all glare at him. He hadn't exactly expected them to like him, so he wasn't surprised at their refusal to even give him that much. He merely shrugs and points his index finger at the commander before beginning to move his finger back and forth between them. They seem concerned, staring at his finger like it's a weapon being leveled at them. His finger finally lands on the commander and he reaches out and plucks the tiara from her head, tossing it away before grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her into the air. She screams and kicks her legs desperately, her arms straining to try and free herself from the binds holding her hands behind her back. He grabs the collar of her gown and tears it down her body, exposing her chest and groin, thankfully for her she is wearing underwear, a white lace bra with gold coloured cups cover her small, pert breasts and a white silk pair of panties cover her womanhood. Doom grabs the waistband of her panties and demands again, "names!" The other two grit their teeth before speaking.

"I am Ursa Swiftclaw, of the Golden Horde," the Captain introduces herself.

"Celli Eralas..." the elf introduces herself and Doom smiles at them,

"Was that so hard?" he asks and then turns to the commander, "and you?" She glares down at him fearfully and then bites her lip before responding in a pained voice.

"Olivia Laurent," she answers and then whimpers, "please it hurts, put me down!" she begs. Doom looks her over for a moment, his eyes scanning her relatively small form, she's more cute than she is sexy. A refined woman, with plump and soft parts, reliant on her divine magic and her noble upbringing, she hasn't had to do much physical work in her life and it shows on her body. She's not fat by any means, but her body is soft with little to no visible muscle. He pokes her stomach and watches as his finger sinks slightly into her soft flesh, she gasps and swallows, "what... what are you doing?!" she asks terrified and he grins in response.

"Testing the goods," he responds and then grabs her panties and tears them off causing her to scream in surprise and pain as the band snaps against her soft skin. Ursa lets out a cry of anger and manages to jump to her feet, trying to rush him, but Doom merely lifts his foot and kicks her in the chest slamming her to the ground and pinning her down with his foot as he examines Olivia's now exposed sex. Her cunt is a soft pink colour and surrounded by light, blond tufts of hair. He turns her away from him and then slams her face first into the ground, a cry of pain escaping her as her face is pressed to the ground. A small trickle of blood drips onto the ground, but he doesn't care as his gaze is focused on her tight pink cunt and the smaller pink rosebud above it, nestled between a pair of small, soft cheeks. Ursa struggles under his foot.

"Don't you dare hurt her!" she screams and Doom responds by lifting his foot and then stomping back down. He hears a crack and her eyes go wide, he can imagine one of her ribs breaking beneath his feet, she'll live though. He glances over to see Celli's response and she is simply looking away. Her eyes are set in a hard glare into the distance. Doom turns his attention back to what's in front of him. Two cocks again form at his groin and one of his hands moves to grab Olivia's waist and drag her towards him. A pained groan escapes from her and a small trail of blood is left on the ground as she's moved. He lifts her head slightly, seeing blood pooled on her upper lip, leaking from her nose, her face has a dazed expression. He lets her head drop back down before he positions the heads of his cocks against her ass and cunt. He momentarily finds himself wondering as a priestess what god does she worship, before he slams his cocks into her.

A scream of pain erupts from her throat as his cocks forcibly stretch her holes, holes that he had assumed and had now confirmed had not been stretched before, at least not by a cock, he mentally adds as he glances down at Ursa lying still beneath his foot. Her eyes are closed and she is breathing heavily, Olivia meanwhile has desperately tried to grab something and has dug her fingers into the dirt of the stronghold courtyard. Doom leans more of his weight onto her as he forces his cocks in deeper. He felt her hymen break on his first thrust and now his cocks are digging ever deeper into her. His cock in her cunt reaches her cervix in a short time. He stops with his cock just kissing the entrance to her womb and releases her hair. He grabs her throat from behind instead and yanks her upwards and onto his cocks. She screams in agony as the sudden shifting of her weight **** her down on his cock and his cock pierced her cervix and pushed into her womb, blood begins to leak out around his cock as he begin to move her, lifting her and shoving her back down on his cock, each thrust visibly pressing deep into her stomach.

Tears of agony and horror start to pour down her cheeks, mingling with the blood from her nose as he pounds into her. Shaky, breathless cries die in her throat with each thrust and her small breasts bounce slightly each time she's slammed down. Tentacles with fanged mouths on the end emerge from Doom's shoulders and tear her bra off before each one bites down on one of her breasts, sucking on her tits even as the fangs dig into the soft flesh. Her body goes rigid, the sudden addition of more pain to her sensitive breasts, breaking her further than she already had been. She goes silent, her eyes going dead as she slumps, letting Doom do whatever he pleases with her.

He is disappointed that she broke so quickly and he lifts her off of his cocks and tosses her to the ground. She lies there broken and still and he lifts his foot off Ursa and grabs her, picking her up. She yelps in pain as his grip, presses on her injured rib and then she tenses as he positions her over his cocks. She's facing him and her feet smack against his torso as she desperately tries to fight against what she knows is coming. Doom at least is not unhygienic and his cocks disappear and reappear as perfectly clean new cocks to violate her with. His maw tentacles tear off her boots and then begin to yank down her shorts, she presses her legs tight against his torso, making it so they can only pull her shorts down to her knees. Still this does expose her, she wasn't wearing underwear under her shorts and her cunt is visible, the lips are a light brown colour and there's a heavy mass of red pubic hair surrounding it, "I didn't expect the red to be your natural colour," he teases her.

"Tch... I won't break so easily, bastard!" she yells at him and he grins in response.

"That's my hope. Your little girlfriend was pathetic, I barely felt anything," he responds and she glares at him. He grabs her hat, pulling it off her head and she gasps, her hair, most of which had been carefully kept in place by the hat, falls in disorderly fashion, keeping her other eye hidden. He leans forward, placing the cap on his own head before suddenly forcing his lips against hers and pushing his thick tongue into her mouth. Her cheeks bulge and her eyes widen at the sudden invasion and then suddenly he drops her, causing her to fall onto his waiting cocks which spear into her ass and cunt making her shriek around the tongue in her mouth. She's more experienced than Olivia, her hymen already broken some time ago, though it seems she still didn't have much anal experience, her anus tight and squeezing Doom's cock in a **** attempt to push him out. Her position leaves her with her legs bent upwards against his torso, her knees pressed tight against her own chest, squishing her ample breasts. Doom's tongue followed her down as she dropped, still filling her mouth. His tongue pushes into her throat as he forces her down further on his cocks, her knees starting to press hard against her large soft looking breasts, the pressure squeezing them outwards over the top and bottom of the fur bustier she's wearing.

Her eye closes tightly as Doom continues to lower her down on his cocks and his tongue molests the inside of her mouth and throat. She squirms and lowers her head back, she tries to slip her legs around his mass, to release the pressure on her chest, but tendrils emerge from Doom's body and wrap around her ankles, holding her feet in place.

She groans around his tongue as he slams her down and his cock presses against her cervix. He hesitates, his eyes moving over Ursa's body. Unlike Olivia she is muscular and well built. He decides not to damage her, she'll be useful if he ever decides to breed children. He refrains from destroying her cervix and instead merely begins to move her body rapidly up and down, using her like a cocksleeve. Her eye opens, her pupil rolled back as she makes a deepthroated noise like an attempt to cry out, but it's muffled as well by the tongue pushing deeper into her esophagus. Doom feels his cocks start to twitch and then speaks, "Ursa... are you ready to be a mother?" he asks and her eye swivels to look up at him, panic clear on her face. Doom starts to move her faster and she can feel him twitch inside of her. She starts to struggle, kicking her feet again as much as she can and trying desperately to lift herself off of his cock, but she has no chance and he easily slams her down before releasing. His hot, sticky cum shoots deep into her ass and cunt as her eye rolls back again and she falls limp. He holds her down until he's filled her with so much cum her stomach visibly inflates slightly. He pulls her off and drops her onto the ground. She lies on the ground and coughs a bit, cum starting to trickle out of her abused holes.

Not fast enough for Doom's liking however, he raises his foot and steps on her stomach, pressing down and making her scream as he forces the cum to squirt out of her. Finished with her he steps off of her and turns to Celli. Celli is still determinedly not looking at him and he hesitates. He decides not to deal with her just yet.

"Followers of The Black Night!" he roars and they stop in the middle of their orgy of **** and sex to listen, "take all the surviving prisoners, this stronghold undoubtedly has cells, place them inside and then someone go out and look for Vox, see if she's still alive. If she is, have her start healing the injured, if not, well we'll just have to **** our new friend Olivia to do so when she wakes back up," he commands. Celli's shoulders fall slightly, seemingly relieved she's not about to be violated as well. The Followers arrive and grab Ursa and Olivia, but when one goes to grab Celli, Doom stops them, "not this one, not yet. I have something else planned for this one. Her and I are going to visit the city," he explains and her relief drains as she turns to look at him, her eyes wide with fear and surprise, she doesn't know what he's planning, but she definitely knows it's not going to be good.