Taming the Dark Elf: I Want to Die
I want to die. Forget revenge or whatever—I'm so humiliated I just want to die. Lenaris slammed her forehead against the stone floor repeatedly as she thought this. She wanted to kill herself right then and there, but that damn collar wouldn't let her.
"Me, why the hell did I end up like this…?"
Lenaris let out deep, heavy sighs, puffing away.
An assassin would do anything to get close to her target. She didn't care about means or methods—ethical or not, she'd do whatever it took to eliminate them.
But this is too much…!
It wasn't like she'd gotten caught trying to escape and suffered for it. She'd just been training her body, minding her own business! She hadn't done a damn thing wrong, so why was she the one suffering this unfair, humiliating bullshit?
Damn that high elf! Damn that orc!
She wanted to rip that wretched high elf apart right in front of her eyes. Pluck out that beauty mark under her eye, smack that piggish knight ass black and blue. She'd thought all that was left after that day was rage and hatred, that she'd endure any shame or disgrace for revenge. But this went beyond that—it was some subtle, fucked-up feeling of her very existence crumbling away.
Fine, just let the orc stare at her pussy all he wants. Later, he could shove his hand in, or tongs, or whatever—just get it over with. As Lenaris steeled herself with a self-deprecating laugh, a massive green hand landed on her smooth ass.
"Wh-what?! D-don't touch my body—"
"Hey, Lenaris."
"?"
"Gonna put it in~"
"?!"
Squelch—!
"Hnggyyiiii?!"
Suddenly, something burrowed into her anus. It wasn't the orc's finger. Nor that filthy cock he always dangled around. So what the hell was this…?!
"Honestly, doesn't look like my hand'll fit right away, so let's widen the entrance first. That way I can shove my hand in or whatever."
"Take it out! Take it oooout!!"
It was the cold touch of metal. Whatever had invaded her anus was made of iron—crafted for a different purpose than the tools that damned bitch (Silveryia) had shoved inside her. Lenaris figured the orc had finally lost patience and decided to kill her. To the orc, it was just a tool for simple dilation, but how was Lenaris supposed to know that? Even if she did, would she believe such a tool existed for that?
But the orc ignored her screams. Instead, he slipped on a pair of white gloves from somewhere and started pushing the bizarre device deeper into her anus.
"Hiiikya aaaah?!"
"Wait! Hold on!"
"Just kill me! Kill me, I said!"
"What's with her?! Which beat am I supposed to dance to here?! Ugh!"
Smack—!
"Hngut?!"
Finally snapping, the orc slapped her smooth ass with his other hand. He couldn't help but admire the satisfying smack from that sleek, springy brown cheek, staring at his palm in surprise.
"This bitch just needs one smack."
"Wh—hiiik?!"
"Nah, won't cut it—two!"
"Stop! Stooop!!"
"Nice, three!"
"D-don't hit meee…"
Before long, Lenaris's voice turned sweet and dripping again. And it wasn't just her voice. Her whole body was hypersensitive already, and with the orc's expert spanking—honed on tormenting females—her pussy started soaking wet too.
If Lenaris's body had been in good shape, this wouldn't have happened. But years in the sty, Silveryia's sexual torture, severe malnutrition—they'd left her physically and mentally weakened, helpless against the orc's "torture." Of course, to the orc, it was just because spanking felt good—humans had nothing on that satisfaction.
"Why… why do you keep hitting me… whyyy…"
"…You're getting five more smacks, then we'll talk."
"F-five?! N-no, don't—aaaah!!"
After a barrage of slaps echoing through the underground prison,
"Don't… don't hit me… don't hit my ass anymore…"
"Master."
"Don't hit me, Master…!"
Satisfied—though his methods were a bit beastly—the orc smirked at finally hearing "Master" from Lenaris's lips. His initial vow to make her call him that on her own? Long forgotten. Promises meant shit to him—he'd toss them to the dogs.
"Man, what a devilish ass. Even crumbling my resolve."
"Hiiik?!"
As he raised his hand for another, her ass twitched, her pink pussy quivering naturally. Like it was begging for his palm.
"Alright, while you're enjoying this, let's see if it's opened up properly."
Pop—!
"Hiek!"
The gaping anus letting in outside air—oh fuuuck…!
As the strange device pulled free from her ass, Lenaris shuddered again. The damp dungeon air tickling her anal mucosa was unbearable.
"Even Veronica and Silveryia don't get off on anal this much. You real pervert, huh?"
"I'm not some filthy slut—hiya?!"
The orc chuckled, as if he'd half-suspected but never dreamed it was true. Lenaris tried to retort, but shut her mouth as his palm came down again.
But just as she opened her mouth to speak again,
"Ugh, not the time—hurry and stick your fingers in your anus!"
Squish—!
"Kuh haaang?! Th-the orc's filthy fingers…!"
"Hey now, 'orc'? Say 'Master.'"
"Sh-shut up…! Hngut! D-don't scrape it!! Why are you scraping?!"
"Wondering if dark elf cunts differ from human ones."
With the innocent curiosity of a kid catching beetles or dragonflies in summer—'Oh, this bug's different here'—the orc scraped at her walls. Lenaris squeezed her eyes shut and wailed.
"My ass isn't a toy for your petty curiosity, Master—your pathetic little curiosity!"
"Nah, it exists for my cock."
"Wha…? St-stop! Don't scrape! Stop scraping!"
What the hell had she just heard? As she tried to process it, the orc twirled his finger against her walls. Whatever—who cared? This was her chance! Lenaris clenched her ass hard.
"Huh? What's this?"
The orc blinked at the foreign sensation against his finger. That hard feeling at his fingertips… A foreboding thought crossed his mind, paling his face. He asked Lenaris cautiously.
"You wouldn't happen to have shit…"
"…"
"Nah."
"You say nah but why'd you pull out?! Don't pull out! Put it back! Put it in, I said!"
Seeing the orc's face twist into a blatant 'this is disgusting' expression, Lenaris glared murderously.
It's really not! I'm seriously gonna kill him! That orc bastard! I'll kill him dead!
After all the humiliation he'd put her through, and he'd even spared her life, feeding her just enough nutrients? And now this unbelievable disgrace?!
Plop—!
As his finger slipped out, a mortifying sound echoed from Lenaris's tight anus—like peeling a suction cup off glass.
"Y-you…!"
I told you not to pull out! As Lenaris shot him an indignant glare, the orc cleared his throat awkwardly and explained like a doctor.
"Look, I can feel it, but I can't grab it."
"?"
"Dunno what you shoved up your ass, but to get it out, my hand needs to fit at least."
"…"
Keep going, asshole.
Lenaris nodded, and the orc fetched some chalk from somewhere, drawing a circle on the stone floor. She wondered at first, but when he added a shell-like shape below, she realized it was her anus and sighed deeply.
Yeah, what could she expect from an orc?
"Anyway, to pull that thing out of your ass, I need at least space for two fingers."
"That damned bitch pulled it out just fine on her own?"
"Silveryia?"
"Yeah! That wretched bitch shoved her hand in and—?!"
What the hell was she blabbing?! She clamped her mouth shut, but the orc's ears perked up at the juicy vulgarity and self-deprecation.