Spoils of War
I glanced up when the soldiers brought in the elven prisoners.
Most would be executed tomorrow; we often took prisoners after a
battle, but rarely kept them. Our war had gone on too long for
mercy to be an option, and we didn't need hostages.  Some might
be chosen as slaves, but that was unlikely -- as beautiful as
they were, elves didn't break well to the collar.

One girl, pale blonde hair cascading down her back, flushed under
the curious scrutiny.  She kept her eyes carefully averted, well
trained in the modesty elves demanded from their women.

Her innocence intrigued me.  I gestured to a guard; he separated
her from the chain and brought her to me.  She struggled briefly,
until he cuffed her hands behind her back.  She stared at me
defiantly, large green eyes glittering.

Her tight brocade bodice concealed the curves of her breasts.
Unsheathing my knife, I cut the laces so it fell to the ground,
leaving only the pale muslin of her chemise to protect her
womanly curves.  Rose-pink nipples showed through the thin
fabric.
"Very pretty."  I rose, brushing my hand across the bared
cleavage and down the underside of her breasts, feeling the
firmness and the shape.  She shivered at the touch, looking away
from me, looking at the ground now.  "What's your name, girl?"

She hesitated.  I slapped her face, hard, then crushed those pale
nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, twisting and squeezing
until she cried out.

"I expect an immediate answer."

"R-Ryssa."

She flinched away from the knife as it cut the chemise's laces,
so it fell open, baring her breasts to my caressing hands. I let
the cold, edged steel stroke them, slowly; she bit her lip,
shivering more.

Her breasts were full, high, and luscious; I wondered what the
rest of her looked like.  A few quick strokes of the knife, and
the heavy, full skirts she wore lay pooled at her feet.  Her
shift hid nothing, not her fine flat belly or long slender legs,
much less the triangle of darker blonde hair between them.

"That is much better."  I let my attentions return to her
breasts, drawing a nipple between my teeth while one hand teased
the other to hardness.

"Gods, don't...."

It was a quiet protest; I knew suddenly I wanted to hear her beg
and scream, to see that too-fair face distorted with true pain.
She held herself stiffly, with elven pride; I wanted to see her
kneel at my feet, abject.  I wanted her red with denied desire,
hot with the welts of my whip, not this false maiden's blush.

I locked my collar around her elegant neck a moment later. Drew
her close and kissed her mouth, forcing her lips to open to my
exploring tongue.  As it ended, I clipped clawed clamps onto her
nipples, tightening them before hanging weights on the ends. 
Inmoments they would be agonizing.  But I intended to have her
occupied with something else.

I turned her around, kicking her legs far apart.  I raised
theskirt of her chemise up, over, so it exposed her pert
buttocks.  I squeezed and caressed them for a few moments only,
before spreading them to reveal her tight anus.  One finger
probed into it, gently, as I spoke.  "Are you a virgin, Ryssa?"

She moaned as the finger slid in up to its full length, exploring
her tender bottom.  But she answered.  "Yes.  Gods, please   
yes."

"No one's ever fucked this - " pressing my hand onto the closed
folds of her sex for a moment, "or this?"  Working another finger
into her ass, eliciting a series of delicious shudders, as they
thrust and opened her.

"N-no."

"Leave her alone!"

Amazing.  A protest from another one of the prisoners.  A young
man, dark haired, marks of rank on his fine embroidered clothes.
His glare was fiercely protective of the girl, but I doubted she
was his sister or mother, and they both looked too young to be
wed.

"Bring him here."

I bent the girl over a chair, tying her arms to the legs and
keeping her legs spread apart by binding them to a bar, before
looking up to deal with him.  My paddle struck her bare bottom as
I spoke with him, sometimes hitting extra hard to emphasize a
word.  "What's she to you?  Surely only another female."

His turn to flush.  "She's my betrothed."

"Your name?"

"I'm called Thomas."

"Do you value her highly?"

"I love her."

Watching his face as her butt reddened and her protests turned
into wordless sobs, I could believe it. I brushed her sore ass
lightly when I was done.  I was, however, just beginning for the
night.

I sent for water, a few other items.  The strangled sound she
made as I slid the enema nozzle into her bottom was truly
beautiful. The lukewarm water flowed into her, filling her
deeply, fully.  A small butt-plug sealed it inside her.

I saw true pain and fear in her eyes as I unbound her hands,
allowing her to kneel, thighs wide spread, before me.  She
trembled, and I knew she'd already begun to cramp with the fluids
inside her.  I cupped a breast in my hand, tweaking the heavy,
tight clamp.

"Mercy -- "  She looked up at me, tears running down her face.
"Please."

"Do you want these off, Ryssa?"  Kindly.

"Yes  -- oh, please."

"Very well."  I jerked her to her feet, dragged her over to a
X-rack.  Cuffed her to it.  Showed her a small but heavy whip. 
"This is how they'll come off."

How she writhed as the whip's tails cut and slapped her luscious
full breasts, bruising and welting the pale flesh.  Sweat
glistened on her heaving and twisting limbs.  Once or twice I
simply stopped, to suck at her crushed, lengthened nipples,
rolling my tongue around the tender pink buds.  She wept, small,
helpless sobs mixed with whimpers as I did so.

"I can't-- I can't -- oh, Gods, no more -- "

The clamps hung on until l grew tired of whipping her breasts,
and simply pulled them off.  Her eyes were closed; she didn't
see. The remains of her chemise hung on her as rags; I pulled
those off as well, leaving her truly naked.

She moaned, twisted on the rack, as the pressure inside her grew
stronger.  Other of the Eiran Artha watched, admiring her pain
and her beauty.  The elven prisoners saw too, their faces white,
none defiant now.  Her betrothed kept his gaze steady on Ryssa,
taking her nakedness in greedily.

"Damon, " I said to my friend, who'd been observing the tense
movement of muscles in the elven lad as I tormented his lady,
"have him unbound and bring him here."

Forced to kneel at my feet, cold iron on his neck, Thomas kept
his head obediently bowed, but I saw him snatch quick, furtive
glances at Ryssa.

"She's your betrothed, Thomas."  He nodded.  Perhaps what he'd
seen had taught him something.  "Still a virgin.  Have you ever
kissed her?"

"No."  Quiet.

"Have you touched her?"  Doing so myself, tracing the curves of
her breasts and belly until my hand reached her sex.  I spent a
few moments spreading her folds apart, stroking a finger into
her, evoking more wonderful, hopeless sounds with my probing.

His hands clenched tightly at his sides.  "No."

I couldn't read the look in her eyes as she looked at him, her
eyes unavoidably drawn to his erection.  But I thought I
recognized new fear, mingled with less certain things.

"Would you like to, Thomas?"

Just a nod.

I stepped back a little from my chained slave, indicated to the
guards that they should let him rise.  "Do so now."

He touched her breasts tentatively, barely brushing them, at
first.  As his caresses grew more bold, exploring the shape, the
weight, the responsiveness of her tender tits, she began crying
softly again. The water inside her must have cramping her
agonizingly, but somehow I thought that wasn't it.  He sucked
gently at each sensitized nipple, his eyes closed with pleasure,
while his hard penis brushed inside her thighs.

He kissed his way down there.  I watched, almost amused, as he
tasted her salt, thrusting his tongue deep inside her, nibbling
at the soft folds.  But then I had him stopped.

"Take him down to the kennels.  I want my brand on him."

After watching him, I knew I wanted to make him suffer, too,
instead of simply seeing him killed.  My fair maiden feared him,
perhaps hated how he'd taken her body as any of us would, as a
slave to be enjoyed, but I felt with my own hands how she grew
wet at his touch, saw her breath quicken at his loving.  Even as
her body betrayed her with agony.

She huddled on the ground when I uncuffed her from the rack. A
gesture brought a chamber-pot; I set her on it and removed the
plug from her ass.  She flushed from the humiliation as shit and
water spilled out from her, leaving her trembling, but clean and
empty.

When it ended, I held a glass of wine to her lips, made her drink
a few swallows.

I let her sit for a while, simply ran my hand through her pale
silken hair until she was somewhat calmed.  She kept her head
lowered, eyes to the ground, not daring to look at me, refusing
to look at the Eiran Artha or her elven kin.

"Kneel down, Ryssa."  Numb, she did.  I clipped a leash onto her
collar, and took up a paddle again.  "Hands and knees now."

I excused myself from the meeting, and guided her with the paddle
to my room.

"Please -- tell me what you want from me...."

I back-handed her across the face, hard.  "You're my slave,
Ryssa.  Slaves don't talk without permission."

I finished the statement as I began with it, with a heavy
back-handed slap.  "Little virgin.  Little slut.  Did you like
feeling his tongue inside you?"  My knee pressed against her sex,
keeping her thighs spread apart.  "Did you want him to fuck you?"

She bit her lip, not answering.  Her great green eyes pleaded
with me to stop hurting her, to stop violating her mind and body.

 I reached over to the bed's end-table and came up with a handful
of clothes-pins.  One went on each nipple, crushing them again. 
I laid others around the base of each breast, a few on her sides.

 Compared to what she'd already endured, these were light,
bearable.  Until I started flicking them, playing with the sharp
pain.

"Gods -- "

"I told you I expect an immediate answer.  The next time you
hesitate to answer me I'll whip you until you bleed."  Twisting
the pins on her nipples made her jerk and writhe, arching her
back in a futile attempt to escape the pain.  "Did you like him
licking your pussy?  Did you want him to fuck your cunt?"

"Yes, yes...."  I liked how she cried, the sobs ripping the air
out of her, choking the words, salt tears blotching her face.

"You're just a slut.  Of course you did."

"Please -- "

She trembled beneath me, not even bound, no struggle left in her.

 Blonde hair matted with sweat, pale skin starting to mottle with
dark bruises.  Tomorrow, I'd brand her inner thigh, pierce her
nipples, shave her pussy, mark her irrevocably as a slave and my
property.  Tomorrow I'd demand her service, teach her to use
those soft lips on my cunt and clit, how to suck on my breasts,
how to bring me pleasure with her body.  Tomorrow I'd begin her
training, show her how to serve drinks and food, to dress me and
do my hair, all those small things necessary to a useful slave. 

Tomorrow was soon enough.

Tonight I wanted to hurt her, teach her what it meant to be a
slave.  To know your body belongs to someone else, to use for
their pleasure.  To know the futility of fighting against it.  To
finally give up your consent to whatever will be done, because
they will take it all anyway.

I stroked her slick wetness, not quite entering.  "Beg to be
fucked, Ryssa.  Tell me how much you want it."

"Please fuck me -- please enter me."  She shuddered.  "Please, I
want it so bad..."

"You can do better than that."

"I beg to be fucked -- please fuck me hard...."  A great sob.
"Your slut begs to be fucked in her hot cunt.  Oh, please."

I drew my hand away from her slit.  "No.  I don't think so."

I pulled the pins off her tits and sides, heard and felt her
gasp.

"Not there.  And not yet."

I brushed my hands lightly all over her body; she whimpered
softly, flinching away.  Pain and bright fear glittered in her
eyes, which made me smile.  Her hands curled into small fists at
her sides.

Burying my own hands in her fall of silken gold hair, I claimed
her mouth, forcing her to open her soft lips to me.  One hand
cupped and squeezed a breast, while the other slid down farther,
entering her ass again with two fingers.  I broke the kiss to
hear her protest.

"N-no, please... no more...."

"Oh, my lovely one, " thrusting into her tenderest flesh,
exploring gently but with undeniable firmness, "this is just a
beginning."

"Ah...."  She arched herself away.

"None of that."  She sighed as I stopped, withdrew.  "Get down on
the floor.  Kneel."

I frowned at her obedience.  "Lift your hair out of the way. Lace
your hands together at the back of your neck.  And spread those
legs apart, slut."  I kicked them further apart.  "Wider."

She presented a pretty picture, the proud elven maiden reduced to
a submissive slut waiting for the attentions of her mistress. 
But tension in her muscles spoke of struggle and escape; despite
everything, she still didn't believe her collar.  Quickly I
cuffed her hands to her collar, and chose a long spreader bar to
keep her thighs spread.  She whimpered once as I blindfolded her,
quieted quickly by the rough rope gag forced into her mouth.
I bent her over a high chair, lifting her pert, tight buttocks
into the air.  My hand smacked them, lightly at first, with
growing force, until they heated and reddened further under my
hand.  I murmured my approval as I reinserted two fingers into
her ass, making that most vulnerable flesh yield to me. 
Stretching, opening her.

Steadily, as she cried helplessly into her gag, I widened that
virgin orifice, slipping in a third finger, then a fourth,
stroking, exploring, demanding everything.

"Tight little virgin...."  Feeling her spasm around my hand.
"You're mine, and I want you to know it."

With just my hand, I fucked her ass slowly and thoroughly. When I
stopped, she trembled before me, fine-boned face tear-stained and
red.  I kept her hands bound and the blindfold, but let the gag
come out.

"Who do you belong to, Ryssa?"

"Y-you."  A quick breath.  "I-I'm yours."

"Say my name."

Silence.  She bit her lip, expecting a blow, a pinch, punishment
for her hesitant ignorance.  I chose a phallus and slipped into a
harness, wanting her to feel utterly raped before the night
ended.  I knelt behind her, cupping her soft breasts, rolling the
nipples between my fingers, laying a kiss on the back of her
neck.  My breasts pressed into her naked back, as the smooth cold
metal head of the phallus pressed into her anus.

"Kerry."  Thrusting it into her at once, without further
preliminaries.  She screamed as it tore her; twelve inches long
and two around, smooth machined steel, it frightened many on
sight.  "You belong to Kerry."

She begged incoherently between screams, between thrusts, as I
took her, fucked her hard and deep as she clutched the bedside
tightly.  My pleasure rose in me like a wave as I held her
tightly, squeezing those delicious breasts that fit perfectly in
my hands, finishing her first rape began so early this evening. 
As my orgasm throbbed harder in me I thrust faster, deeper,
pressing the dildo's base against my mons, riding the sudden joy,
riding her....  My voice harsh with desire, I demanded again,
"Who do you belong to, Ryssa?"

For a while I thought she couldn't do it, but she came out of her
pain and tears, found words beyond her screams.  "You.  Yours.
K-Kerry, I'm Kerry's.... Gods, no...."  But only just. 
"Aaaaaah!"

As the first orgasm peaked, I went all the way into her, staying
for a long moment as we both shuddered, mine ending with a
pleasured sigh, hers with quiet begging as I began small, gentle
hrusts inside her.

"P-please, no more, no more...."  As I kissed her neck she urned
her face toward me blindly, lips open, offering a kiss.  "It
hurts so much.  Isn't it enough?  Please stop."

I brushed my lips against hers, drew her even closer, impaling
her deeper.  Kept taking her, over and over, as orgasms flushed
over me in waves, until finally her screams wore down to hoarse
gasps and her begging to wordless whimpers.

She moaned when at last it ended, the great phallus withdrawing
from her tiny anus, cuffs and blindfold coming off, and my
drawing her into my arms beneath the cool covers.  She clung to
me, seeking comfort, mercy.  I kept my voice soothing and low.
One last touch at her nether hole, bring back fingers smeared
with red blood.  I held it to her lips, made her suck it off. 
"Virgin blood.  My lovely innocent."

"W-w-why...?"

"Because you're mine, Ryssa.  You're so delicious in your pain,
so delightful to hurt."  A shudder ran down her.  "It won't
always be this way, sweetheart.  You'll learn other ways to give
me pleasure."

"K-Kerry...."

"Yes.  Hush."

Her jagged breathing covered choked-backed tears until she fell
asleep in my embrace.  When at last she slipped into the deep
dreaming sleep that healed, breath relaxed and steady, I closed
my eyes and went into the dark.