She was on a charge, already having taken down about of the prowlers around the camp. She had her edict and she was focused on the destination. Death from the shadows, something she trained hard to achieve turned her into a soundless yet efficient killer. She paused for a here and now, crouched in the foliage, wipping sweat from her brow. The endeavor of killing century of the large big cat were taking it's cost even on her. She was strong, but this task seemed to be endless, the more she took down, the more they seem to bound up from the respective caves. At shoemaker's last she sees her amplitude. The crowing cat around, messing by the fel pool, it's fur already taking on the greenish jot that was specific to fel infestation.

She knew this was her moment, she had to push ahead despite her tiredness. Slowly she stepped in the shadower, twisting the very air about her as she seemed to fly into nothingness. Crouching, mute she approached the big chief of the Blackfang. She set her sights on him, losing ghost with her surroundings for a minute, and this was her undoing, as two orotund cats sprung down from a tree, falling on her and knocking her blades from her hands, sending them skittering in the rubble, to rest at the feet of the boss.

She yelped loudly, twisting, fighting with all she had, but without her blades she lost her advantage, she's as good as stagnant in the water. Her lean anatomy twisted and kicked wildly, but soon their ropes subdued her, wrapping around her farseeing wiggly limb tightly, trapping her beyond surcease.

Her greenish center flickered with flak as she was dragged towards the big cat, and the large feline just laughed sarcastically"What is it little blood line elf, lost your….bite ?"he spoke at go as he held her blades in his big manus, the aristocratic fire in them seeming to shimmer and fade as they were away from her grasp. She cried out with frustration and struggled again, kicking, trying to hurt the tumid cats, trying to get away from this quandary."Tsk tsk tsk….such a thin-skinned footling matter, aren't you ?"the political boss says just as a smuggler comes over with a report"Krell….boss…she took out 50 of our guard patrols, the casualties are straw all over the place. She could not have done this all alone"he rushes out, looking at her as if he was trying to work out how something as tiny as her could take out countless patrols made of large, ferocious cats.

"Is Krell is it ?"she speaks out all of the sudden, her interpreter assuredness and collected, masking the desperation warring inside her."I heard you're good with your vane. How about we fight this out, you and me ?"she hurls the challenge at him like she was the one calling the shots instead of being at their mercy.

The great cat turns his cold yellow glare towards her, one eye opens all-encompassing as if his supercilium was lifting with surprise"I do not believe you are in a attitude to earn a challenge little one. reckon at you, all trussed up…and at our mercy. At the mercy of the clan that you culled so mercilessly by all news report"he speaks at last, his Christian Bible cold, seemingly quiet, but certainly filled with a silent rage.

She screams in thwarting, kicking and struggling again as her challenge went without answer, or at least not with the reply she was hoping for. Her promise sinks in her dresser as she watches the bombastic animate being, trying to bottom what was happening behind those cold eyes of the blade master."Tsk tsk tsk, again with all that struggling. Save your energy slight kitten, you will need it before the night is out, let me assure you"he says again, his articulation seeming to chide a risque child."Lock her in the Cage in my cave, I will mete out with her once we finished the funeral pyres"he lodge the ones holding her"I will maintain these vane, who knows, I might find a use for them"he says to her again before turning around and moving on into the dusk, to mastermind the disposal of the eubstance she left rear. And she was dragged in a large cave, and locked in a small batting cage, having to stoop low in the cramped space, unable to even move.

Time seemed to slip away slowly, and her body became to a greater extent and more remains, her marijuana cigarette aching from the cramp cage until she felt like she will get screaming from frustration and pain sensation. At last, she heard the shuffling of prominent paws against the grease, and she tried to peer into the darkness that was becoming light with the Light of blowtorch. All she could see was their human foot, as they filed in slowly, the cramped cage not allowing her to see much of the one that entered. She did realise the red strips of material hanging around the legs of Krell, the bright loincloth being very distinctive.

"Take her out and hang her on that hybridization"he growled and at last, she was pulled from the coop, the fill-in having her groan softly, her joints aching as she stretched them. Her relief was short-change lived however, soon, her aching limb were stretched and tied to a wooden cross, rough roofy circling her, holding her inexorably against the frame. The large cat prowled the cave as they took their time securing her well to the frame. At last he turned to them again"airstrip her too"he ordered, broaching no argument. And before she knew it, she was bare, her armor and the leather clothing protecting her skin laying in shred on the flooring at her metrical unit, having presented no literal challenge against the shrewd hook of the cats.

Krell stops in front of her at go, taking a few breath, as if trying to tranquillise himself."You really pulled a turn, culling our ranks."he states at conclusion. He sighs deeply, sorrow hanging heavy in his aspect"My men want revenge, and a swift dying will not live up to them. So I need to insure each and every one of them that lost a brother today has a prospect for some sweet retribution"he continues. He looks around at the men he was referring to"I need you all to believe before taking your retribution, that the next brother needs his chance. So nothing perm, do not wipe out her."He steps to a wall and picks up a packet of things, letting them drop in the middle of the floor"No more than 10 bang each"he says, as the pile of lash, canes and crops tumble in all directions."Choose your instrument….but first, I think we better hang her in a more approachable stance. That cross is protecting her cover"he input, then watches as the soldiers rush to hang her from a large beam, her arms and legs spread wide of the mark, into an X configuration."Yes, much better…you can really spend some clip choosing a mark now"he gossip as he finally takes a nates on a large throne, seemingly ready for a safe show.

The elf breathes toilsome, in and out, her chest insurrection and falling, her heavy breasts moving with each gulp that she draws in."Please Krell, you don't need to do this. Surely you understand war !"she tries to reason with him"Just commit me the chance to die in a clean fight"she begs him, panic rising in her chest as she tugs wildly at her attachment. The large cat laughs ruefully"clean and jerk combat ? Is that what you offered to my soldiers as you killed them silently ?"he spits back at her, the ira in his frigidity vocalisation seeping into each Scripture like a deadly poison. She bit back a sharp retort, realizing she had no say in the matter. She failed her mission, and now was at his clemency, no matter how often she disliked it. He was right, she was a Orcinus orca, a dirty assassin, that did not fight fair.

"Begin"he says at last, making a sharp gesture with his paw, and the offset two soldiers stepped up. One holding a party whip, stepped behind her, the other with a cane in nominal head and to the side. She twisted, trying to see what will come, but soon she was lost, too busy to shout with painful sensation as the cane bit into the delicate form of her breasts, right across her nipples, and the whip hit her high on the cover. Again and again, the lashes fell without mercy, the one in front seeming to opt the mild, attendant flesh of her tit to torture, while the one nates was alternating between her binding and rounded buttocks.

By the sentence 10 hits each went by, she was already crying, tears falling freely down her brass."Awee, already broken kitten ? We barely even started"Krell commented as he gestured to the future two to step up."You…..bastard !"she cried out, but again her thoughts fled her mind as a nasty harvest started to bite into her defenseless pussy, and a cane bit into her ass, over and over, her skin reddening, marking, burning. There seemed to be no shift, the next soldiers stepped up, belt in the front end, another cane in the back, this time applied to the social movement and back of her thighs, the annoyance leaving her hoarse from screaming.

She felt like her skin was being slowly, painfully, flayed from her physical structure, each time a new instrument of torture being applied with vicious precision. bull's eye and welts bloomed on her pale skin, from the top of her breasts to just above her knees, figurehead and back. Soon it became evident that her breasts, twat and ass bore the brunt of the wild penalty, the skin darkening with deeper welt, her pussycat protrusion, her breasts bruised and striped. She was gasping and crying, screaming her throat raw, the yelping from the kickoff having become long drawn out wails, that seemed only to aim the savage on without mercy.

Krell held a hand up as she went limp in her shackle, having passed out from the brutal punishment."detainment on, get some water system"he ordered, gesturing for the cold buckets to be poured over the gimp bod hanging in the ropes, causing her to number back to the terra firma of the living coughing and sputtering."Seems you had decent punishment ; I can not take in you miss the best bit now."Krell started again"Now, you will pleasure my soldiers with that pretty small body of yours. They've been on campaign for quite some times, and no tooshie to satisfy their urges"he continues."But world-class, I will check you in, the commander gets world-class choice after all"he finishes as she stands laughing, the brute now moving forward, stopping behind her. His vauntingly manus cup her breasts as he presses against her, letting her tone the growing protuberance beneath the loincloth.

And all the clock time he mauls at her tortured soft material body, causing the bruises covering her to ache deeply, rip flowing from her eyes unbidden as she squirms, dreading what is to come. She did not get to wait long before the heated, dense shaft of the beast behind her started sliding up and down in the groove of her ass. She froze, her body tensing up, her muscleman twitching under her skin as the brute continue to rally her like this for a patch, then spreading her ass cheek, he pressed the tip of his cock against her rosebud. The little blood elf seemed to jolt to lifespan, pulling ad tugging at her bond wildly, head shaking as she screamed"No…please no Krell…. not there……..noooooaaaaarrrggggghhhhhHHHHH !"her words turned into a heroic plaint as her besotted rosebud is wrenched open by the monster's pecker. She could feel every 1 millimetre of that thick shaft as it speared into her, the large paw twisting into her hair, causing her to arch and scream louder with the pain.

She thought she had no screams left, but the brute behind her proved her wrong, as he used his herculean flanks to push into her, over and over until his huge shaft was buried trench into her tight ass. Only there did he finally paused for a moment, then gripping her hips with both paws, he starts fucking her tiny body with wild wildness, his lust driving him on. He liked the midget assassinator more than he could ever take and being formal deep inside her quivering miserly piffling ass was simply heaven for him. And all she could do was take it all, her stomach bulging with each poking, the spines around his shaft of light pulling at her legal tender tissues with every backstroke, the pain in the ass, oh that sweet painful sensation that flashed in her mind and spread through her body, melting into a deep ache that bordered on need and pleasure. The cat behind her growled deeply and arched back, pulling her against him with all his might as at last his hot seminal fluid spilled into her bowel, filling her to the brim. He held her against him until the last-place spasm of pleasure left his torso, only then finally drawing back, her ass holding onto his shaft before finally spreading wide-cut as he popped out, followed by a rush of egg white seed that dripped down her offend second joint in tenacious awkward ropes.

At last, he stumbles back, letting go of her, leaving her limp, hanging in the adhesiveness and trip back towards his death chair as he grumbles"future ”. He watched as his soldier's pile against her, cutting down the bonds so they can get accession to all her fix, attacking her with the craze of lust. And continues to watch as they use her lithe body, his need and admiration for the sylphlike creature never waning. Oh how he wanted to rip her from their clutch and take her to his lair, make her his and his alone. But he could not own a riot on his manus. So instead, he lets his soldiers spend their seed and frustration on the tough niggling elf, seeming implacable and cold while his eyes burned with need .