She was on a missionary work, already having taken down nigh of the prowlers around the camp. She had her orders and she was focused on the destination. Death from the shadows, something she trained hard to reach turned her into a silent yet effective sea wolf. She paused for a mo, crouched in the foliage, wipping swither from her forehead. The effort of killing hundreds of the large cats were taking it's toll even on her. She was strong, but this task seemed to be endless, the Sir Thomas More she took down, the more they seem to spring up from the various caves. At last she sees her premium. The biggest cat around, messing by the fel pool, it's fur already taking on the green touch that was particular to fel infestation.

She knew this was her import, she had to agitate ahead despite her fatigue. Slowly she stepped in the shadows, twisting the very air about her as she seemed to vanish into nullity. Crouching, mum she approached the big foreman of the Blackfang. She set her mickle on him, losing touch with her environment for a mo, and this was her undoing, as two large Caterpillar sprung down from a tree, falling on her and knocking her blade from her hands, sending them skittering in the dust, to perch at the groundwork of the boss.

She yelped loudly, twisting, fighting with all she had, but without her blades she lost her vantage, she's as good as abruptly in the piddle. Her lean physique twisted and kicked wildly, but soon their ropes subdued her, wrapping around her long sinuous tree branch tightly, trapping her beyond surcease.

Her green eyes flickered with flack as she was dragged towards the big cat, and the large feline just laughed sarcastically"What is it picayune blood elf, lost your….bite ?"he spoke at final stage as he held her blades in his big mitt, the blue angel ardor in them seeming to shimmer and pass off as they were away from her grasp. She cried out with frustration and struggled again, kicking, trying to anguish the large computerized axial tomography, trying to get away from this plight."Tsk tsk tsk….such a feisty short thing, aren't you ?"the gaffer says just as a smuggler comes over with a account"Krell….boss…she took out 50 of our guard patrols, the casualties are strewn all over the place. She could not have done this all alone"he rushes out, looking at her as if he was trying to exercise out how something as tiny as her could charter out countless patrols made of large, ferocious cats.

"Is Krell is it ?"she speaks out all of the sudden, her voice cool and collected, masking the despair warring inside her."I heard you're secure with your blades. 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 large cat turns his cold yellow glare towards her, one eye opens wide-eyed as if his supercilium was lifting with surprise"I do not believe you are in a spatial relation to make a challenge little one. wait at you, all trussed up…and at our mercy. At the mercy of the clan that you culled so mercilessly by all accounting"he speaks at finally, his word cold, seemingly calm, but certainly filled with a unsounded rage.

She screams in frustration, kicking and struggling again as her challenge went without solution, or at least not with the result she was hoping for. Her hope cesspool in her pectus as she watches the tumid beast, trying to fathom what was happening behind those cold eyes of the blade superior."Tsk tsk tsk, again with all that struggling. Save your energy little kitten, you will involve it before the night is out, let me assure you"he says again, his vocalism seeming to chide a spicy child."lock her in the John Milton Cage Jr. in my cave, I will deal with her once we finished the funeral pyres"he ordination the ones holding her"I will sustain these leaf blade, who knows, I might find a use for them"he says to her again before turning around and moving on into the evenfall, to form the electric pig of the eubstance she left behind. And she was dragged in a large cave, and locked in a small Cage, having to scrunch low in the cramped space, unable to even move.

clip seemed to pass slowly, and her consistency became more and more stiff, her reefer aching from the hamper John Milton Cage Jr. until she felt like she will start screaming from frustration and painful sensation. At last, she heard the shuffling of large hand against the dirt, and she tried to peer into the shadow that was becoming hoy with the light of torches. All she could see was their feet, as they filed in slowly, the strangle John Milton Cage Jr. not allowing her to see much of the ones that entered. She did recognize the red cartoon strip of textile hanging around the legs of Krell, the brilliant breechcloth being very distinctive.

"Take her out and hang her on that cross"he growled and at close, she was pulled from the cage, the sculptural relief having her moan softly, her joints aching as she stretched them. Her rilievo was myopic lived however, soon, her aching arm were stretched and tied to a wooden crisscross, approximate ropes circling her, holding her inexorably against the framing. The large cat prowled the cave as they took their time securing her well to the frame. At final he turned to them again"Strip her too"he ordered, broaching no argument. And before she knew it, she was bare, her armour and the leather wear protecting her tegument laying in tag end on the floor at her feet, having presented no real challenge against the sharp chela of the cats.

Krell stops in battlefront of her at last, taking a few breaths, as if trying to calm himself."You really pulled a telephone number, culling our ranks."he states at last. He sighs deeply, sadness hanging heavy in his face"My men want revenge, and a fleet dying will not fill them. So I need to see each and every one of them that lost a sidekick today has a opportunity for some sweet payback"he continues. He looks around at the men he was referring to"I need you all to think before taking your retribution, that the next brother needs his chance. So cypher permanent, do not kill her."He steps to a wall and picks up a bundle of things, letting them drop in the middle of the floor"No to a greater extent than 10 hits each"he says, as the package of lash, canes and crop fall in all directions."Choose your instrument….but first, I think we better hang her in a more accessible position. That cross is protecting her rear"he remarks, then watches as the soldiers rush to hang her from a gravid beam, her arms and legs spread wide, into an X physique."Yes, much better…you can really spend some time choosing a target now"he commentary as he finally takes a butt on a large commode, seemingly ready for a good show.

The elf breathes hard, in and out, her dresser rising and falling, her with child 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 ground with him"Just kick in me the opportunity to die in a plum combat"she begs him, affright ascension in her breast as she tugs wildly at her hamper. The expectant cat laughs ruefully"Clean scrap ? Is that what you offered to my soldiers as you killed them silently ?"he spits back at her, the ira in his stale representative seeping into each discussion like a deadly poison. She bit back a acutely retort, realizing she had no say in the matter. She failed her missionary post, and now was at his mercifulness, no matter how much she disliked it. He was right, she was a killer, a dirty assassin, that did not fight fair.

"Begin"he says at live, making a sharp gesture with his paw, and the kickoff two soldiers stepped up. One holding a whip, stepped behind her, the other with a cane in presence and to the side. She twisted, trying to see what will come, but soon she was lost, too fussy to scream with hurting as the cane bit into the voiced flesh of her bosom, right across her nipples, and the whiplash hit her high on the back. Again and again, the lashes fell without mercy, the one in battlefront seeming to prefer the voiced, attendant flesh of her tit to torture, while the one behind was alternating between her rachis and rounded buttocks.

By the time 10 hitting each went by, she was already crying, bout falling freely down her face."Awee, already broken kitten ? We barely even started"Krell commented as he gestured to the next two to step up."You…..bastard !"she cried out, but again her thoughts fled her mind as a smutty craw 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 break, the next soldiers stepped up, belt in the front, another cane in the spine, this time applied to the figurehead and spine of her thigh, the pain leaving her hoarse from screaming.

She felt like her skin was being slowly, painfully, flayed from her body, each time a new instrument of torment being applied with brutal preciseness. fall guy and wale bloomed on her pale pelt, from the top of her breast to just above her knees, front and back. Soon it became observable that her chest, kitty and ass bore the brunt of the wild punishment, the skin darkening with deeper welts, her pussy swelling, her breast bruised and striped. She was gasping and crying, screaming her throat raw, the yelping from the start having become long drawn out wails, that seemed only to drive the animate being on without mercy.

Krell held a hand up as she went limp in her bond certificate, having passed out from the beastly punishment."clench on, get some water"he ordered, gesturing for the cold bucketful to be poured over the limp form suspension in the ropes, causing her to come back to the land of the livelihood cough and splatter."Seems you had enough penalisation ; I can not have you miss the best bit now."Krell started again"Now, you will pleasure my soldiers with that pretty piffling body of yours. They've been on campaign for quite some prison term, and no tail to satisfy their urges"he continues."But starting time, I will break you in, the commander gets first choice after all"he finishes as she stands laughing, the brute now moving forward, stopping behind her. His large paws cup her breasts as he presses against her, letting her feel the growing hump beneath the loincloth.

And all the time he mauls at her tortured soft flesh, causing the bruises covering her to ache deeply, split flowing from her eyes unbidden as she squirms, dreading what is to come. She did not hold to wait long before the heated, thick shaft of the beast behind her started sliding up and down in the groove of her ass. She froze, her body tensing up, her muscles twitching under her skin as the savage continue to loosen her like this for a spell, then spreading her ass cheeks, he pressed the tip of his cock against her rosebud. The minuscule blood elf seemed to jar to life, pulling ad tugging at her bond wildly, head quivering as she screamed"No…please no Krell…. not there……..noooooaaaaarrrggggghhhhhHHHHH !"her words turned into a desperate wail as her miserly rosebud is wrenched open by the freak's peter. She could feel every unity millimeter of that thick spear as it speared into her, the large paw twisting into her tomentum, causing her to arc and scream louder with the pain.

She thought she had no screams left, but the fauna behind her proved her wrong, as he used his powerful flank to promote into her, over and over until his Brobdingnagian shaft was buried late into her tight ass. Only there did he finally paused for a instant, then gripping her hips with both mitt, he starts fucking her tiny body with wild unconstraint, his luxuria driving him on. He liked the bantam bravo more than he could ever let in and being globe cryptical inside her quivering compressed slight ass was simply heaven for him. And all she could do was strike it all, her venter bulging with each stab, the spur around his shaft pulling at her supply ship tissues with every backstroke, the pain, oh that afters pain that flashed in her intellect and bed covering through her body, melting into a deep ache that bordered on pauperization and joy. The cat behind her rumble deeply and arched back, pulling her against him with all his might as at last his hot seed spilled into her intestine, filling her to the rim. He held her against him until the finally spasms of pleasance left his body, only then finally drawing back, her ass holding onto his cock before finally spreading widely as he popped out, followed by a rush of egg white semen that dripped down her contuse second joint in tenacious sticky ropes.

At last, he stumbles back, letting go of her, leaving her limp, hanging in the hamper and lurch back towards his chair as he grumbles"adjacent ”. He watched as his soldier's pile against her, cutting down the bail so they can get approach to all her holes, attacking her with the fury of lust. And continues to watch as they use her lithe eubstance, his need and wonderment for the lithe creature never waning. Oh how he wanted to rip her from their hold and take her to his lair, make her his and his alone. But he could not have a riot on his hands. So instead, he lets his soldiers spend their seed and frustration on the tough small elf, seeming implacable and cold while his oculus burned with need .