You and debase yourself and try to milk some cum from his big shaft

Focus. Give him what he wants, what he needs. Serve him. You don't matter. The only way you can survive to is to remember that you don't matter. Elves are not people, they are things. You exist to serve your betters. Even if you don't believe it, acting on it will help keep you alive and maybe even healthy or happy.

"Ooooooh," you squeal, slamming back against his thrusts while squeezing down as hard as you can with your anal muscles. His earth shattering thrusts are slamming in so hard you fear them causing permanent damage to something, but it's better to risk it than the alternative of fatally disappointing him.

Your training starts to come in handy, as you were taught over the long years how to manipulate, flex, relax, squeeze and contract every single muscle from your sphincter up through your entire intestinal tract, and then up through your throat. You focus as hard as you can on controlling your innards, squeezing down tightly on his shaft and massaging it with your soft, wet, silken entrails and clamping down on it with your sphincters, desperately trying to wring out his cum.

You start babbling, saying things as soon as they come to mind, trying to please him.

"Ooooooh gods, ooooh gods, yes, thank you master. Thank you for taking my fucking weak, pathetic, worthless, womanly, nasty awful fucking elven homo balls," you squeal, packing every pejorative you can think of into the sentence, insulting your ruined balls to a comical extent, "Thank you for reminding me that elves are just slutty bitches for real men to use for pleasure."

"It hurts so fucking bad master but I know that's all I can hope for. It's the only way I can feel pleasure," you continue, coaxing him on, "Hurt me more. Crush that fucking ruined sack some more. Rip it right off me, I don't deserve to have it anyway."

He grunts in appreciation and his thrusts do not slow down.

"That's right, work that fucking shit-pussy on my cock, break your little hole for me," he says.

He reaches back down to your ruined sack and takes you up on your offer, grabbing, twisting, squeezing and kneading it, sending fresh ripples of pain through you.

Each time he hurts you you try to tighten up more, or squeeze him just right, or really massage his shaft just right. You make sure to match his **** with your pathetic coos and squeals.

"Fuck yeah, that's right master, hurt me more," you mew, "Uh. Oh fuck. Oh god it hurts so fucking bad, thankyouthankyouthankyou."

You cum again with your ass, but you maintain your focus through it and continue to suck him off with your shitpipe. The noises your hole and his shaft are making are completely obscene, and the suction and pressure differentials of his massive shaft plowing your tiny but stretchy insides is unreal. You can literally hear slurping from back there.

"What do you want from me master, whatever you want I'll fucking do it," you beg, "I'll be the perfect bitch for you. I know you don't need my permission but just fucking order me. Or don't, just do it to me. I'll take it like a good slut."

You can hear his breathing intensify. It's definitely working.

He starts to savagely slap your ass cheeks, back and forth as he thrusts.

"Yesssssssssssssssssss," you scream, "Beat me 'till I'm raw. I could never stand up to you."

He puts a hand on the back of your head, forcing your face into the ground, and then slams a knee into your groin and already ruined testicles, pushing your ass further up. At this angle he is almost scissorsing you, and he does not slow down, applying more and more pressure to your body. He starts to move even faster, and you marvel at how that is even possible. You can feel fluid from your asshole flying through the air and splattering down onto you.

"Keep this fucking hole gripping me you stupid meathole," he grunts, "And milk my shaft dry."

He thrusts for thirty more seconds then slams all the way in as you squeeze him as tightly as you can, before sending waves of contraction up through your innards. Your muscular insides slurp on the giant shaft invading and violating them, and you feel him twitch, then spew his thick hot cum deep inside your hole. You feel it fly into you with incredible ****. Some of it bursts up into your stomach from the pressure, but most of it diverts into your elven ass-womb, filling that chamber the orcs had given your people so long ago. His load keeps pumping into you and fills it up completely. You feel bloated, and you feel internal pressure bulging out your tight taut elven tummy.

"Fucking take it, hole," he says with satisfaction.

You can't stop convulsing. You think you're cumming, but honestly you've totally lost control. His cum is still flowing into you when you black out.