Give up completely

No rescue comes throughout the long night, only more attention from your insatiable captors. By dawn you are familiar with Tybard, Obbo, and Kint just by the taste of their cum or the way they hold your hips as they take you from behind. Your lips are chapped and your face, hair, and back are covered in sticky, dried spunk. Your pussy and ass are still oozing with their thick, foamy cum from the many times the three men have squirted inside you.

As Tybard at last pulls up the stake pinning you to the dusty ground you are entirely broken. You submit to a rough bathing and allow them to dress you in nothing but ill-fitting sack-cloth. You follow behind them as they resume their journey, pausing for rests and dragging you over to lick and suck their filthy cocks, your only reward a hot gulp of sperm from their pulsing pricks. At night they allow you some hard tack and water before they resume their **** on your aching loins.

This continues for several days as you draw nearer and nearer to the elven city of Elohin. By the eighth day you have completely surrendered to your captors and often moan with pleasure or actively participate. They keep you chained on the road, but at night you are unshackled and allowed to sleep with them in their tents. Sometimes after a spirited fuck sessions they will think aloud of keeping you for their own pleasure, but in daylight their discussion always turns to the **** markets and the fabulous price your good looks and skill in bed will garner.

Finally you catch sight of Elohin and the towering walls of the ancient elven city take your breath away. Even your cruel captors gawp in wonder at the scale of the city. They make camp with the walls still half a day's hike distant and Tybard sets off with a sack full of coins. That night Obbo and Kint discuss disappearing with you and leaving Tybard in the city.

The two men think they can receive a fair price from the orcs. The thought of being sold to savage orcs fills you with such horror that you interrupt their conversation by spilling wine in their laps. They lash your bare ass with a switch and then **** you to lick them clean.

The heat of your tongue coaxes them to erectness and in no time their argument is forgotten as Kint pounds your sopping snatch with his long cock and Obbo reclines by the fire while you bob your lips up and down on his dick. You moan with pleasure when the rat-faced man pumps you full of his cum and beg for more when Obbo wanks his squirting prick into your open mouth.

Dawn brings the return of Tybard and he has brought a chest filled with delights to prepare you for market. Purified waters from the Good Sea wash away the filth of the road from your supple body and the three men enjoy rubbing scented oils into your bare skin. A cream massaged into your breasts makes your nipples become almost painfully hard and sensitive and a similar ointment applied between your thighs make you feel warm and ache for sex.

You are given a euphoric potion to further enhance your sexual desire, almost to the point of an erotic frenzy. The men have to slap at your hands and scold you to keep you from tearing open their trousers and filling your mouth with their cocks.

Finally, you are dressed in alluring silks and translucent scarves, decked in exotic gold-painted chains and glass gems and beads that hang between and along the large slopes of your breasts and teasingly around your ass. Your hair is tied into a top knot with a glittering rope and Tybard applies makeup thickly, but skillfully, to your face.

"She looks like a princess," Kint observes.

"A harem girl," Tybard counters, "but aye, a fine one. Truly a prize to pay a ransom for."

You arrive at the walls of Elohin in shackles, but feeling like a princess. The thrill of the potion they gave to you seems only to have intensified and the elven guard barks with annoyance as you thrust yourself at him. Obbo and Kint laugh at his reaction and the guard waves you into the fabulous city streets.