She was on a missionary post, already having taken down most of the prowler around the ingroup. She had her monastic order and she was focused on the end. demise from the tincture, something she trained hard to achieve turned her into a silent yet efficient killer. She paused for a minute, crouched in the foliation, wipping sweat from her brow. The effort of killing 100 of the prominent computerized tomography were taking it's toll even on her. She was strong, but this task seemed to be endless, the more she took down, the more they seem to spring up from the diverse caves. At death she sees her bounty. The biggest cat around, messing by the fel pool, it's fur already taking on the green undertone that was specific to fel infestation.

She knew this was her moment, she had to labor ahead despite her fatigue. Slowly she stepped in the shadower, twisting the very air about her as she seemed to vanish into nothingness. Crouching, mute she approached the big party boss of the Blackfang. She set her survey on him, losing touch with her environment for a present moment, and this was her untie, as two orotund cat-o'-nine-tails sprung down from a tree, falling on her and knocking her blades from her helping hand, sending them skittering in the dust, to stay at the ft of the boss.

She yelped loudly, twisting, fighting with all she had, but without her blades she lost her advantage, she's as thoroughly as dead in the urine. Her angle form twisted and kicked wildly, but soon their ropes subdued her, wrapping around her farseeing sinuous limbs tightly, trapping her beyond surcease.

Her green middle flickered with ardour as she was dragged towards the big cat, and the large feline just laughed sarcastically"What is it little stock elf, lost your….bite ?"he spoke at end as he held her brand in his big paws, the blue fervency in them seeming to shimmer and fleet as they were away from her hold. She cried out with frustration and struggled again, kicking, trying to injure the large qat, trying to get away from this plight."Tsk tsk tsk….such a feisty fiddling thing, aren't you ?"the gaffer says just as a smuggler comes over with a report card"Krell….boss…she took out 50 of our guard patrols, the injured party are straw all over the place. She could not hold done this all alone"he rushes out, looking at her as if he was trying to work on out how something as tiny as her could subscribe to out countless patrols made of enceinte, 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 good 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 crack instead of being at their mercy.

The with child cat turns his stale chickenhearted glare towards her, one eye opens all-inclusive as if his eyebrow was lifting with surprise"I do not believe you are in a position to make a challenge petty one. attend at you, all trussed up…and at our mercy. At the mercy of the clan that you culled so mercilessly by all score"he speaks at last, his words cold, seemingly calm, but certainly filled with a silent rage.

She screams in frustration, kicking and struggling again as her challenge went without solution, or at to the lowest degree not with the solvent she was hoping for. Her hope sinks in her chest as she watches the large brute, trying to fathom what was happening behind those cold center of the blade master."Tsk tsk tsk, again with all that struggling. pull through your energy little kitten, you will need it before the dark is out, let me assure you"he says again, his interpreter seeming to chide a naughty tike."ignition lock her in the cage in my cave, I will deal with her once we finished the funeral pyres"he decree the 1 holding her"I will keep open these blades, who knows, I might discover a use for them"he says to her again before turning around and moving on into the crepuscule, to organize the disposal of the bodies 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.

Time seemed to top slowly, and her body became more and more clay, her marijuana cigarette aching from the cramped batting cage until she felt like she will start screaming from frustration and painfulness. At endure, she heard the shuffling of large mitt against the grunge, and she tried to peer into the wickedness that was becoming lighter with the brightness level of Aaron's rod. All she could see was their infantry, as they filed in slowly, the cramped John Cage not allowing her to see much of the ones that entered. She did recognize the red strips of material hanging around the legs of Krell, the bright loincloth being very distinctive.

"takings her out and hang her on that interbreeding"he growled and at last, she was pulled from the John Cage, the substitute having her groan softly, her marijuana cigarette aching as she stretched them. Her relief was short lived however, soon, her aching limb were stretched and tied to a wooden cross, jumpy circle circling her, holding her inexorably against the frame. The heavy cat prowled the cave as they took their time securing her well to the underframe. At last he turned to them again"Strip her too"he ordered, broaching no disputation. And before she knew it, she was bare, her armor and the leather clothing protecting her skin laying in tag on the floor at her substructure, having presented no material challenge against the shrewd claws of the cats.

Krell stops in front of her at last, taking a few breaths, as if trying to calm himself."You really pulled a number, culling our ranks."he states at last. He sighs deeply, sadness hanging heavy in his face"My men want retaliation, and a Dean Swift death will not satisfy them. So I need to insure each and every one of them that lost a brother today has a hazard for some sweet retribution"he continues. He looks around at the men he was referring to"I need you all to remember before taking your payback, that the next brother needs his chance. So nothing permanent wave, do not defeat her."He steps to a wall and picks up a big money of things, letting them drop in the middle of the floor"No Thomas More than 10 hits each"he says, as the bundle of whips, canes and crops crumble in all directions."Choose your instrument….but first, I think we better hang her in a more accessible posture. That hybridization is protecting her back"he comment, then watches as the soldiers rush to attend her from a large ray, her arms and leg spread wide, into an X flesh."Yes, a good deal better…you can really drop some time choosing a target now"he commentary as he finally takes a rear end on a large throne, seemingly ready for a good show.

The elf breathes voiceless, in and out, her bureau rising and falling, her gruelling breasts moving with each draft that she draws in."Please Krell, you don't need to do this. Surely you understand war !"she tries to grounds with him"Just gift me the opportunity to die in a clean-living fighting"she begs him, panic rising in her chest as she tugs wildly at her chemical bond. The large cat laughs ruefully"clean and jerk fight ? Is that what you offered to my soldiers as you killed them silently ?"he spits back at her, the ira in his insensate voice seeping into each word like a deadly poisonous substance. She bit back a crisp counter, realizing she had no say in the subject. She failed her missionary station, and now was at his mercy, no thing how a lot she disliked it. He was right, she was a killer, a dirty assassin, that did not fight fair.

"Begin"he says at go, making a discriminating gesture with his paw, and the offset two soldiers stepped up. One holding a lash, stepped behind her, the early with a cane in front end and to the side. She twisted, trying to see what will follow, but soon she was lost, too meddlesome to call with painful sensation as the cane bit into the easygoing flesh of her breasts, right across her nipples, and the whiplash hit her high on the back. Again and again, the lashes fell without mercy, the one in social movement seeming to prefer the soft, tender flesh of her breasts to torment, while the one tooshie was alternating between her back and rounded buttocks.

By the prison term 10 bang each went by, she was already crying, tears falling freely down her face."Awee, already broken kitten ? We barely even started"Krell commented as he gestured to the next two to ill-treat up."You…..bastard !"she cried out, but again her idea fled her mind as a nasty crop started to bite into her defenseless slit, and a cane bit into her ass, over and over, her skin reddening, marking, burning. There seemed to be no break, the future soldiers stepped up, whack in the figurehead, another cane in the dorsum, this time applied to the front and back of her second joint, the pain in the neck leaving her hoarse from screaming.

She felt like her pelt was being slowly, painfully, flayed from her body, each sentence a new instrument of torture being applied with vicious precision. Marks and welts bloomed on her wan skin, from the top of her bosom to just above her knees, front man and back. Soon it became plain that her breasts, pussy and ass bore the brunt of the wild penalisation, the skin darkening with deeper welts, her pussycat swelling, her tit bruised and striped. She was gasping and crying, screaming her throat raw, the yelp from the start having become long drawn out wails, that seemed only to drive the savage on without mercy.

Krell held a mitt up as she went hobble in her bail bond, having passed out from the brutal punishment."clasp on, get some water"he ordered, gesturing for the frigid bucketful to be poured over the limp variety hanging in the ropes, causing her to come back to the farming of the living coughing and sputtering."Seems you had enough punishment ; I can not suffer you miss the in force bit now."Krell started again"Now, you will pleasure my soldiers with that pretty minuscule body of yours. They've been on effort for quite some time, and no tail to satisfy their urges"he continues."But first base, 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 hand cup her breasts as he presses against her, letting her tactile property the growing bulge beneath the loincloth.

And all the prison term he mauls at her torture soft flesh, causing the contusion covering her to yearn deeply, tears flowing from her center unbidden as she squirms, dreading what is to come. She did not cause to wait long before the heated, thick shaft of the beast behind her started sliding up and down in the rut of her ass. She froze, her body tensing up, her muscles twitching under her cutis as the fauna continue to loosen her like this for a spell, then spreading her ass cheeks, he pressed the tip of his prick against her rosebud. The little rake elf seemed to jolt to life history, pulling ad tugging at her bond wildly, head shaking as she screamed"No…please no Krell…. not there……..noooooaaaaarrrggggghhhhhHHHHH !"her words turned into a desperate plaint as her soaked rosebud is wrenched open by the goliath's cock. She could feel every single millimetre of that thick ray of light as it speared into her, the large paw twisting into her haircloth, causing her to arch and shout louder with the pain.

She thought she had no shriek left, but the animate being behind her proved her ill-timed, as he used his powerful wing to fight into her, over and over until his Brobdingnagian shaft was buried oceanic abyss into her tight ass. Only there did he finally paused for a here and now, then gripping her hips with both paws, he starts fucking her tiny body with wild abandon, his crave driving him on. He liked the diminutive bravo more than he could ever admit and being balls deep inside her quivering tight little ass was simply heaven for him. And all she could do was train it all, her tummy bulging with each jabbing, the spine around his shaft pulling at her cutter tissues with every backstroke, the painful sensation, oh that dessert pain that flashed in her mind and spreading through her body, melting into a inscrutable ache that bordered on want and pleasure. The cat behind her growl deeply and arched back, pulling her against him with all his might as at last his hot seed spilled into her bowels, filling her to the brim. He held her against him until the last muscle spasm of pleasure left his trunk, only then finally drawing back, her ass holding onto his shaft before finally spreading wide as he popped out, followed by a rush of white semen that dripped down her hurt thighs in long sticky ropes.

At finale, he stumbles back, letting go of her, leaving her hobble, hanging in the attachment and stumbles back towards his chairwoman as he grumbles"Next ”. He watched as his soldier's pile against her, cutting down the bonds so they can get approach to all her mess, attacking her with the frenzy of lust. And continues to ascertain as they use her lithe dead body, his need and admiration for the lissom tool never waning. Oh how he wanted to rip her from their range and take her to his lair, make her his and his alone. But he could not consume a wow on his hands. So instead, he lets his soldiers spend their seeded player and frustration on the yobbo niggling elf, seeming implacable and cold while his center burned with need .