Slave to the Orc's Lust

It wasn't just the fact he was a huge orc, with a huge orc cock. She was an elf. She could handle the brutal fucking. Her holes could cope with whatever he put out. A fact he took full advantage of, multiple times a day.

No, it was the effect of that awful cum of his. Every load he delivered deep inside her turned her on even more. There was no relief from it. It had broken her. Rewired her. She was dripping just at the thought of being taken again.

She'd spend all her time alone rubbing in desperation but all it did was make her more needy. How he'd laugh when he found her, wrenching her hands away from her cunt so he could pleasure himself again in his little pet elf.

But that wasn't what disgusted her most. It was her hunger. From the very first load he'd pumped down her throat she'd known an insatiable craving for more. Instead of fleeing for her life, she would run to him begging to suck his balls dry whenever he opened up the doors. Sometimes he tied her up just for his amusement, but she was always willing, so shamefully willing. Anything to feel the relief from the constant craving he used to own her.

If he ignored her, and took her from behind, using her cunt and asshole, then it left her inconsolable. She'd scoop the filthy seed pouring down her thighs, and devour it, but it wasn't the same. The hunger remained.
Then she'd weep, and offer to do the most debased and disgusting things just to coax fresh cum from his cock. He seemed pleased at her inventiveness, surprised at the new pleasures she taught him. But that didn't stop him grabbing her and using her like a sex toy. She begged for him to use her throat but only her other holes would stretch wide enough.

If she were very lucky he would turn her around, pump his cum into her mouth as she swallowed greedily, the hunger, and lust, finally sated.

Which was its own curse. Those few minutes of clarity from the 'fix' were horrific. Which of course, he delighted in. He never let her swallow without returning to her other holes, laughing as she wept, begging him to stop. It was the only time he'd bother speaking, reminding her this was her life now. She was his slave. If she ran away, the craving would bring her back.

As he once again pressed his massive cock against her, ready to to claim her once more, the elf realised that she was truly lost. There would be no rescue, no reprieve from the life that had been forced upon her. She was his to use, his to break, his to keep.

With a single, powerful thrust, he impaled her, drawing from her a scream that was part agony, part rapture. Over and over, he drove into her, each stroke a brand upon her soul. The elf's body betrayed her, her treacherous hips rising to meet his thrusts, her walls clenching around him in a desperate bid to draw out the very essence of his being.

As the orc reached his climax, he roared his triumph to the heavens, flooding her with more of his cum. The elf's mind shattered under the onslaught of pleasure and despair, her body convulsing around him as she tipped over into what should have been the most powerful orgasm of her life.

Except that was not for her. He pulled his huge cock from her spasming cunt, his filthy seed pouring down her thighs as her orgasm was ruined, her pussy clenching on nothing but air as it gaped from his fucking.

In the aftermath, as the elf kenlt trembling and spent upon barn floor, the orc leaned over her, his voice harsh against her ear. 'You are mine,' he growled, 'forever.'

And in that moment, she knew it to be true. There was no part of her that was not his, no corner of her being that had not been irrevocably marked by his savage desires. She belonged to him, body and soul, bound by the chains of her own insatiable hunger. 'I am yours.'
And she'd fall back, and rub herself, rub and weep, weep and rub, so she was ready for his next visit.

She wouldn't have to wait long.