Janissa has nightmares of her captivity.

For awhile, Janissa slept soundly, with her head on top of Cesar's chest. The cool night air touched her nude body left exposed by the bedsheets, and her Elven ears picked up the sounds of the breeze rustling the leaves on the branches. While it soothed a part of her, the other part of her was having a flashback to the time of her captivity at the hands of the Orcs and Dark Elves.

"She's too tight!" One of the big Orc soldiers told his Dark Elven counterpart, speaking in Orcish.

"You know you want her, Orc!" A male Dark Elf commander told him, using the same Orcish language. "Just **** it inside of her! She'll adapt!"

Janissa was stripped naked, and tied like some kind of animal. All of the pieces of her clothing had been cut away by the knives of the Orcs and Dark Elves that surrounded her. Her weapons--including her Elven longbow, was now the trophy of the Dark Elven House Matriarch. She was blindfolded, but she could sense them from the combined sounds of their voices, and the smell of their body scents. To her, it seemed like there was four of them, but in actuality, there were 12 of them--6 Orcs, and 6 Dark Elves, all men, and all of them naked. They had bound her wrists and ankles together, positioning her legs so that they were spread, leaving her sex exposed. A very sturdy rope goes up to the ceiling, through a metal loop, and down to a hook against the wall, allowing for adjustments to how high she was hanging off the floor, and it was at a level where any of the men around her could easily take her.

Oh, did those Orcs and Dark Elves forcibly took her. Those Orcs were first, plunging their rods that were too big for her, deep inside of her. Tears of pain ran down her face, as they took turns ramming their hips very hard against her butt, and at a very fast pace. Each time Janissa climaxed, she did so very hard, and jizzed out a mix of her juices, and blood because the size of those Orcs' shafts had broken her inner walls. Each time that happened, a Dark Elf healed her, and then the cycle continued. The Dark Elven men's method of taking Janissa were no better than the Orcs, unfortunately. What they lacked in size, they made up for it in speed and stamina. It was much more than what Janissa was used to, and more tears ran down her face, unable to beg for an end to the sexual ****. She lost count that night of how many time she was **** to climax....hard. Worse, yet, those men aimed their rods at her face, pelting her with huge loads of their seeds. It made her squirm, trying to not let them spurt on her face. Then one of those Dark Elves petted her head, then pulled the gag out of her face. When that happened, she screamed at the top of her lungs....

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Janissa woke up, breathing heavily. She looked around, seeing that she was in her treehouse retreat, and still in bed with Cesar. Mentally, she realized that she was living through that terrible nightmare again. Physically, however, she broke down in tears, covering her face as she cried. The guild had gotten used to her living through that nightmare every few nights, and spend a good portion of the following morning crying. The Elven archer felt completely violated, her virginity that she mentally wanted broken by her partner, Cesar, taken away by ****. She took a peek at Cesar, watching him stir awake, then she covered her face again, crying some more. Then she felt his warm embrace, soothing her some, but now she rested her head against his chest, and continued her crying.

"Don't leave me for today," Janissa spoke quietly to Cesar, "please."