Raven awakens next to his captive, an elf marked by passion and abuse. A vagrant bursts in to take control of her, unleashing a complex relationship of domination and submission that redefines her destiny.
Raven slowly opens his eyes, his gaze resting on the naked figure lying beside him. The light of dawn filters through the windows, revealing the elf's perfect body, her pale skin soft as silk. But something is wrong. The red marks on her breasts and ass tell a story of passion and abuse. Her huge breasts, usually firm and proud, are now marked with fingerprints, and her backside, once impeccable, shows the signs of hands that have grabbed her forcefully.
With a sadistic smile, Raven sits up and observes his captive. The elf, the queen of her kingdom, is now his personal toy. He approaches her, his hand reaches out and takes the leather leash that lies on the nightstand. Without saying a word, he places it around her neck, adjusting it firmly. The elf does not resist, her breathing is calm, almost expectant.
—Come on, my beautiful elf —Raven whispers, gently pulling the leash—. It's time for the world to see your beauty.
He leads her outside, where the sunlight bathes her naked body. The elf walks with grace, despite the leash that restrains her, her long silver hair waving in the wind. Raven guides her toward a clearing in the forest, where a vagrant sits next to a campfire, his gaze resting on the couple with curiosity.
The man, dirty and disheveled, stands up when he sees them approaching. His face is lined with wrinkles and his beard is a tangle of matted hair, but his eyes shine with an intensity that does not go unnoticed.
—Sir —the vagrant says, his voice hoarse and deep—, may I have a moment with your elf?
Raven smiles, his gaze resting on the elf, who waits with an expression of submission on her face.
—Of course —he replies, his voice a seductive whisper—. Enjoy her, she is yours for a while.
The vagrant needs no more invitation. He approaches the elf, his dirty hands rest on her breasts, squeezing them hard. The elf moans, a sound that is a mix of pleasure and pain. The man pushes her to the ground, his member, already erect, is freed from his rags.
—Look how you've gotten me, elf —he growls, his breath stinking of alcohol and tobacco—. You are going to feel my dirty cock in your wet pussy.
He doesn't give her time to respond. He mounts her, his weight immobilizing her. The elf opens her legs, welcoming his uncleaned member into her intimacy. The vagrant begins to move, his rhythm is brutal, his hips crash against hers forcefully.
—Oh, yes! —the elf moans, her eyes close with pleasure—. Harder, please!
The man laughs, a guttural and primitive sound. His hands move to her breasts, squeezing them hard, twisting her nipples between his fingers. The elf screams, her voice rising in the forest, a mixture of agony and ecstasy. Milk begins to flow from her nipples, dripping onto the vagrant's face, who licks it up with delight.
Raven watches the scene, his member erect in his hands. He touches himself, imagining what it would feel like to be in the vagrant's place. The elf is his possession, but in this moment, she is another's toy.
The vagrant suddenly stops, his breathing is heavy. He looks at Raven with a lewd smile.
—Do you like what you see, master? —he asks, his voice a hoarse whisper—. Do you want to see more?
Raven nods, his gaze does not leave the couple.
—Do whatever you want with her —he says, his voice is a seductive whisper—. She is yours for now.
The vagrant smiles, his hand moves to his member, which is still inside the elf. He slowly pulls it out, showing its length before plunging it back into her intimacy. The elf moans, her legs wrap around him, pulling him closer.
—Now, elf —the man growls—, you are going to taste my flavor.
He moves forcefully, his member sinking deep into her. The elf screams, her body tenses with pleasure. The vagrant stops, his member still inside her, and urinates. The elf feels the warmth of his urine inside her, her face contorts with a mixture of emotions.
—Oh, yes! —she moans, her voice is a hoarse whisper—. I love it!
The vagrant laughs, his hand moves to her face, forcing her to look at him. He kisses her hard, his tongue invades her mouth, mixing their flavors. The elf resists, but only slightly, her body betrays her words, responding to his touch.
—You are mine, elf —the vagrant whispers, his breath stinking of alcohol and sex—. Mine to use and abuse.
The elf looks at him, her eyes shining with a mixture of emotions. There is anger, but also something else, something that Raven cannot identify.
—I love you —the elf says, her voice is a hoarse whisper—. I love you, dirty, ugly vagrant.
Raven is surprised, his hand stops on his member. The elf, his elf, has confessed her love for this stranger. He looks at her, his face is a mask of jealousy and desire.
The vagrant smiles, his hand moves to the elf's neck, tightening the leash forcefully.
—And I love you, my elf —he whispers, his voice is a seductive purr—. But now, it's time for you to show your true master some respect.
He stands up, his member still inside her, and approaches Raven. The elf follows him, her body moves with grace, despite the leash that restrains her.
—Take her —the vagrant says, his voice is a hoarse whisper—, make her yours, as I have made her mine. Your little slut is very good.
Raven looks at him, his member erect in his hands. The elf kneels in front of him, her eyes shine with submission.
—Please —she whispers, her voice is a seductive purr—, make me yours, master.
Raven smiles, his hand moves to his member, guiding it toward the elf's mouth. She takes it eagerly, her tongue wraps around it, savoring it with delight.
The vagrant approaches Raven, his voice is a whisper in his ear.
—Take care of her, she is a good girl, you are lucky to have her —he says, his breath stinking of sex and alcohol—. She is a special elf and her breasts are delicious.
Raven nods, his gaze rests on the elf, who looks at him with passion and submission. The future is uncertain, but one thing is sure: the elf will be his, and the vagrant's, and anyone Raven chooses. The story of her captivity has just begun.