Submitting to the elf lord

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This is a story about abduction and ****. In the real world, please always do enthusiastic positive consent. Thank you!

I had two choices. I could take my chances and run, or soon I would feel Rangdorn's overlarge cock impaling me, splitting me open.

I was too slow.

I saw the window when I could have run closing, before I even realized it had existed. Rangdorn’s large hand closed firmly around my long, thick hair, gripping tightly at the base of my head. Standing beside me, I felt as though he was twice as tall as me and built like a tree trunk.

I was scared to go with him. But I sensed that if I refused to move, he would simply drag me alongside him, or hoist me up over his shoulder and carry me. So I walked alongside him on trembling legs, my head twisted sideways by his grip in my hair. Every so often I stumbled and fell over my feet, but Rangdorn didn’t seem to notice.

We were inside his tower sooner than I realized. I didn’t see us walking through an entrance. But then I found we were climbing smooth wooden stairs, wooden walls rising up on both sides of us. I sensed that we were inside a living tree, ancient and old as the hills.

We climbed for what felt like forever, finally entering a room with no windows, only tall glossy walls of wood. Rangdorn spoke a single command in a language I didn’t recognise - it wasn’t the elvish the rangers spoke among themselves - and soft lights flickered on from sconces high in the walls. He spoke a second command and the doorway closed behind us, locking me in with him, into a room with no door.

I shuddered at the sight of a large, ornate wooden four-poster bed against the far wall.

Rangdorn let go of my hair. I stood still and watched him, half in defiance, half in fear. Looking at the bed, I wished I had run into the night when I had had the chance. Rangdorn read my thoughts with uncanny ease.

‘Yes, you should’ve run, little wildcat.’ He chuckled. ‘You’ll learn some manners here with me tonight, and then you won’t want to run anymore.’ I flushed and looked away. Seen in the light, he was tall and shapely, less tree-like than I had thought, and more like a huge man.

His face was stern, unyielding, but not cruel, with a high forehead and strong cheekbones, and a determined chin. His shoulders were those of a blacksmith, wide and muscled, framing a barrel-chest. His legs ended in shapely antelope hooves rather than feet, and all his skin was covered with a thick smattering of dark greenish-gray wiry hair.

And his groin… I tried to keep my eyes away from that part of him, but I couldn’t resist the need to glance back. He was… big. Built like a horse, with a shaft thicker than my arm and nearly as long. There was no way that was fitting inside me.

Rangdorn stepped over to me and I flinched in fear, forcing myself to stand still. Running would do no good. His large hand reached out and enclosed my neck, pressing gently but irresistibly against my throat. I gasped in fear. He laughed, not unkindly.

‘I know you don’t want to be tamed, little animal, but you will be happier when you let your master define your horizons.’

I hissed at him. I couldn’t help it, even with his hand still around my throat.

‘I don’t want-’ I started to speak in a high-pitched voice, only to break off as he growled at me, deep from his throat.

‘-to be tamed,’ Rangdorn finished for me. He chuckled a little, mostly to himself, I thought. ‘No wild animal does. And yet we teach you obedience and submission anyway. We teach you to recognise and worship your masters. Like the cat who sleeps on my bed, you are happier in the end.’

His hand released my throat only to return to his firm grasp in my hair.

‘I’m going to be kind to you, little cat. But I’m going to take a little bit of that defiance away from you. You’ll thank me in the end, when you butt your head underneath your master’s hand, asking for his caress, or lie warm and safe on his bed at night.’

His words chilled to the bone, and I twisted in his grip, clawing at his hand holding my hair, **** to get away. I tried to kick him but he was too large, standing too far away from me.

I fought him, and he didn’t fight back, letting me tire myself against him, and finally lifting me up physically by my hair, so that I had to rise onto my toes to stay in touch with the ground.

I realized he was laughing at my futile efforts to escape his grasp, and breathed a sobbing gasp, tears rising in my eyes as I glared at him.

‘You done yet, animal?’ he chuckled. ‘Let me know when you’re done tiring yourself out.’

‘No!’ I gasped. I resisted him, fighting wildly against the arm holding me, as he led me to the large bed against the wall. It was useless, and I knew I was only tiring myself. He was strong like a tree, and larger than me. There was no way I was escaping his grasp.

He dragged me onto the bed, throwing me down onto my back. I rolled frantically towards the edge of the bed, but it was too late. I gasped in fear as the ornate wooden posts morphed and grew in front of my eyes, living manacles growing out of the bed.

I rolled away frantically seeking my escape, but the manacles grew more quickly than I could move. First one, then the next enclosed my wrists on either side of me, and while I was still futilely struggling to get free, two more manacles encircled my ankles, drawing my legs apart, my knees bent. My arms were pulled tight above my head and my legs were pulled almost painfully wide apart, my knees bent.

‘Cat needs to get used to her master’s touch,’ Rangdorn murmured.

I hissed at him again but he just laughed. Suddenly I was cold with fear. He could do anything to me, restrained like this.

Everything that had happened over the last few weeks, all the indignities ever since that fateful night at the club, rose up in my mind. I wanted to be free again, but I had no idea how.

Rangdorn started by stroking me, even as I trembled and whimpered in shock and anger at his touch. He stroked a gentle hand down my cheek, softly back and forth, caressing my face, my lips, down my throat under my chin… I whimpered in fear because it felt so good, and I couldn’t stop him.

His hands dropped lower and I realized he was loosening the lacing down the front of the shift, and I wanted to yell at him to stop, but I knew it would do no good. He opened up the front of the shift fully, and pulled it off me. I wanted desperately to pull my knees up to hide my body, to cover myself with my arms, but I couldn’t, and he took full advantage of my inability to stop him, touching me where and how he wanted.

He touched me all over, starting with the sensitive area above my breasts, caressing and fondling, then moving lower, to spend a long time fondling my breasts, tweaking, squeezing and pulling on each sensitive nipple, rock hard in the cool air. He played with my breasts until I stopped flinching, my angry defiance growing into a tired acceptance. I couldn’t stop him touching my breasts like they were his toys, and I was only wearing myself out resisting him.

And it felt good. My breasts were certainly larger and more easily aroused than they had been before my abduction. Over the last weeks, they had been hot and aroused, begging me for more attention. Each time that Rangdorn squeezed the soft globes, each time he rubbed the sensitive nipples, I felt a hot wetness growing in my groin.

Finally, his hands moved lower, and I nearly sobbed in relief. His touch on my breasts made me feel like a toy or a decoration. A beloved pet who is stroked because her fur is soft and it feels nice to the master’s touch. It made me feel degraded, objectified, and I felt confused because it also felt good.

‘Good pet,’ Rangdorn murmured, as his hands slid lower down my body, caressing my sides and my hips. His touch was sensual, reminding me constantly that I was a sexual being, and I hated how I found myself responding, arching my back against him, my hips pumping as much as they could in the restraint, seeking sexual pleasure.

Rangdorn laughed.

‘You’re doing well, little pet,’ he said softly, his voice caressing me. I wanted to hiss at him in defiance, but my body felt too good, soft and sensually aroused. His hands slid from my hips to between my thighs, and I jumped in alarm, but he just laughed softly at me, and gently stroked the sensitive flesh on my upper thighs.

Rangdorn chuckled at me.

‘See, it isn’t so hard to submit, is it?’ Somewhere deep inside me, the defiant part of me wanted to strike at him, to hiss and bite and wail at his patronizing words, but his touch felt too good, and I felt defeated because I knew that I would tire long before his patience ran out.

‘I am going to fuck you, little cow,’ he murmured, and I whimpered at the flat statement of his power over me. ‘I’m going to enjoy myself teaching your body how to take me. I'm going to teach you to enjoy my shaft inside you.’ Rangdorn stroked my exposed breast, flicking his thumb back and forth across the hard nipple. ‘The memory of my cock will keep you in line for the rest of the journey. My seed inside you too will be a fine present for our king.’

I moaned and tried to flinch away from him, but it was impossible given how I was restrained on my back on the bed.

He stood and removed his minimalist clothing, slipping the belt and chaps off until he stood over my restrained body completely naked. His muscles were chiseled and hard, like a bodybuilder. His shaft was hard and erect, rising straight and thick from his groin. A thick stream of precum was already streaming from him and I whimpered as he climbed back onto the bed.

He laughed at my fear as he came to all fours above me. I could feel his hot, wet precum streaming warm and slippery onto my naked stomach and I wanted to scream at how huge he felt above me. The manacles held me tight and I couldn’t move.

I moaned again, whispering ‘please no,’ but my words just made him snarl at me.

‘Quiet, animal! I’ll teach you not to say no to our king.’ He muttered some words in that same sibilant fey tongue.

I hissed in fear to feel the bed growing more tendrils, sliding around my face, then horrifyingly, the tendrils were growing around cheeks and chin, tendrils sliding smooth and wet into my mouth. The tendrils pushed to the back of my mouth, gripping my jaw and pulling my mouth wide open. I wanted to scream even louder at the invasive, horror-movie feeling of the wet, silken tendrils deep in my mouth.

Rangdorn chuckled at my panicked half-screams, stroking my cheek with a soft finger. ‘Animal has to learn to obey,’ he said softly. ‘My seed will teach you your place.’

He came to the head of the giant bed, his knees either side of my head, and I started to whimper in fear as the tendrils **** my jaw wider open and he lowered his cock towards my mouth. I struggled desperately to move my face away but it was no good. The tendrils held me fast.

Rangdorn rubbed the head of his giant shaft back and forth across my open lips, a pungent musky scent rising from his precum. I choked at the rich odor, coughing, and he looked down into my eyes.

‘I love humans,’ he grunted, still rubbing his cock against my lips. ‘So warm and sensual. So sweet-smelling. I miss the old days when we would ride openly across the borders, each of us bringing back a soft maiden to keep our beds warm.’ He reached down and stroked my cheek softly, caressingly. ‘I never tired of fucking their soft bodies.’

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