Felicia cries out in ecstacy as her ass is filled, her rear clenching tightly against the invader, milking the cock as it assaults her weak spot, as she eagerly sucks off the man in front of her, pleasing his pulsing rod with her tongue and her throat and skill that's clearly born of a lot of experience. Fuck, I can feel them in my ass and pussy at the same time... So good... It'd almost be worth being enslaved for this - if I couldn't get it whenever I wanted for free. The thugs find their meeting with the black cat very lucky indeed, as she devotes herself to getting them off.
Sounds of the ripping fabric soon joined the soft moans of the elf as Mark was clearing the way getting rid of the last remains of elf's clothes. He was about to do his first rape and... it was way more exciting than he ever imagined. He experienced only trained sluts + participated in some punishment gangbangs... This was different. Once again, a wave of that unusual arousal, desire to defile the pureness of a member of the race he cherished the most in his beloved universe, overwhelmed him. He didn't do what an experienced agent would do. No teasing, no intimidation, no taunting, no foreplay, no speaking at all... He dropped her on the grass, got rid of his pants, got on top of her, and used his knees to spread those elegant elven legs wide while she was still weak.
"Oh, fuck they are brilliant!" One of the men said. "Yes~ It's like finding models who are also sluts~" The other moaned out. "No way! Having a powerful heroine sucking you of is far better! Ultimate power fantasy!" Other protested. Felicia could feel them getting stiffer, as they renewed their 'assault'. It seemed that they would continue for hours. But then a phone rang. "Boss... yes we found two of them. Two black cats! Yes... yes... okay we will, but the trafic- yes... .... ... yes, we are... I swear, this was not my fault! ... her mouth. Which, I don't know - I can't tell them apart! Okay. Can we- yes, we will be right there!" He finished the call. "Alright boys, we are taking them to the base - boss want's to see them!"
"Ah~" Hanna sighted with disappointment. "You destroyed clothes..." She picked up the material. "Well, since she won't be wearing this, I might be able to work something out of this for myself~" As Mark pushed her legs apart, the woman seemed to be slowly regaining consciousness. She looked around, then realised her situation. Her muscles tensed as she narrowed her eyes- but then froze as Hana put a knife to her throat. "Easy there~" Hana spoke softly. "My friend here, will enjoy your body - and we would prefer for it to be warm one - but we sure can have fun with a cold one. So don't try anything and be gentle~ after all, you are his first~" Hana spoke, and after a few moments elf relaxed. Hana sat above elf's head still holding knife over her neck and winked at Mark.
( I love Hanna ) Marks eyes met with the elf's, the mix of emotions in her eyes was the last straw to break all the barriers. Young agent smashed inside, while, at the same moment, his hands clenched around delicate flesh of her tits. Rough pushes followed the action... It wasn't how he imagined his first sex with an elf from Lord of the Rings. Any other time, he would himself say that fucking an elven maiden like this is similar to swallowing a delicious dish without swallowing. But at this moment it was everything he wanted. Her emotions, easily readable on the young face, had everything from disgust to fear. He knew that the Middle Earth elfs were quite racist... He knew that being used like a piece of meat by a human must be beyond humiliating for her.
(Oh? Can you be specific about which part you liked - so you can love her more? ) "Khu!" The elven maiden arched as he thrust into her, a gasp escaping her throat. Her flesh wrapped around Mark's dick, as her body trembled. Small gasps escaped her throat as the no-longer-maiden tried to recover. "Yhm!" She moaned as he grabbed her breast and started thrusting, his hips crashing against hers. His fingers dug into her skin, sinking into her breast, making her moan and shake her head. Her thighs came to his sides, as she tried to and failed to push him away - it brought no effect. Any sound she made was silenced by the gag, tears started gathering in her eyes as she glared at Mark... yet he noticed the blush and sounds of sound of pleasure she made here and there.
(I just like this playful and yet vicious halfling, exactly how I would imagine a proper perverted hobbit) "What a tight slut you are... " Mark whispered giving his back muscles a short rest and pausing his pushes. He addressed the girl in Sindarin, an Elvish language. His accent was very noticeable and he wasn't that proficient but he picked up enough words to say something so simple. His dick throbbed inside the elven flesh demanding more fast action but Mark needed this pause to catch his breath. Curious, he brought his hand down and rubbed a finger across her stretched labia to check both the wetness and presence of virgin blood... His other hand stayed on the breast, pinching the right nipple... "Am I your first, sweet one?" He asked the elf in the same language and brought the hand with answer to her face, to rub it against her cheek.
"Ghu..." The elf moaned into her gag as she glared at the Mark harder. As he checked, the juices were indeed mixed with blood. "Aren't you happy?" Asked Hanna as she pressed the dagger closer to elf's neck, making her push her chest up. "Your cherry was popped by someone who can speak your ton-" Hanna glanced at Mark. "Speak words of-" She tilted her head. "Make sounds that are similar to your tongue~" She announced satisfied.
@Arachna Ivy entered the office and paused. This was... certainly not earth office. The buildings were too high and there were cars flying outside! The woman present turned to face Ivy. "Welcome. I am Tier Harribel #23456777225, your manager. Please, come in." She waved her hand.
Mark chuckled at Hanna's friendly jab, he knew well that his pronunciation was far from perfect "Hanna, how the hell do those elven bitches maintain virginity living for centuries? Are their men impotent or what?" Mark resumed his movements but after satiating the first burst of lust, he was able to move slowly, actually savoring his first capture. "BTW, You can sit on her face if you wish." The perfect breasts of the elf revealed fresh marks from greedy fingers as Mark left her cleavage in peace moving his hand to the hips, to get additional support for deep, slow pushes... He was very close, very little was needed to push him over the edge
This technologically superior, yet somehow still poor. The white haired woman made her stride, heels clicking against the floor as she took a look her surroundings. The scholar in her was fascinated by a number of these inventions, but she couldn’t get over how dirty this place was. Did they use none of their slaves to clean anything? “Lady Valentine, though you already realize. Remember, it’s Lady Valentine or Mistress Isabella. Never “Ivy.” Not for you. It didn’t matter she had only just met the woman or her supposed position, Ivy wasted no time in establishing she didn’t consider this anything approaching a meeting among equals. “Now, I imagine this delay is needful?”
The elf groaned as Mark resumed his movements. She tried very hard too keep her cool, despite reactions of her body. Hanna grinned as she knelt above the head of an elf, before lowering herself. "You know, effect would be better, if she wasn't gagged." She sighted disapointted. Then she looked at Mark and grinned. "You are close to cumming, aren't you~" She chuckled. "I wonder~ How much it would take to make you paint the slut white~" She leaned forward, putting her hands on elf's breasts. "How about~ This!" Suddenly she grabbed and twisted elf's nipples making her exclaim into Hanna's pussy. Mark felt bound woman's pussy clench around his dick.
(Forgot to add a number to manager - fixed.) Tier bit her lip, then lowered her head. "My appologise, Mistress Isabela." She then looked at the monitor. "There are some minor details to take care of. You were not specific about the tournament you wanted to take part in - the dimension to be specific. I can send you straight away, or make some adjustment according to your wishes." She looked at Ivy
"You are forgiven for now." Nothing in her tone made it look like she even questioned the idea that she wasn't the one in control here. Crossing her arms, pushing up her breasts as she placed a finger to her cheek, she thought on it for a second. "I'm unsure of what this all involves. Suppose, I do return to my world. What good would that do? The nature of the swords is such, that I'm simply going to tell you now. Pursuing either would be a lost cause. If they work for such a sinful place, Calibur will simply crystalize them for even touching them as my own experiences have proven. Edge only craves chaos and destruction. It has no patience for any of this and would reduce anyone who tries capturing it as stark raving mad. Neither is particularly useful under these circumstances." Ivy partially gave her reason, though she was somewhat hesitant at the idea she would have to fight and capture former allies...on the other hand...she still had a long list of scores to settle eventually. But that would be on her own terms. She had no intention of giving Setsuka or Taki to anybody. Those peasants would need to learn their place and nobody would enjoy it on the same levels she would to do. "It's more practical to pick a different world where my skills are useful. Against a bunch of commoners who know nothing of real fighting, it should be rather easy."
"I... see..." Tier frowned then started tying. "Once you arrive, you will need to take down and take place of Ivy Valentine who was going to take part in the tournament without anyone noticing." Tier explained. "Do you wish for tournament to be opened to other agents?"
And that was enough: a few more frantic pushes and several ropes of human seed went into the elven womb - not a common occurrence in this universe. "I am starting to like this job," Mark whispered, his voice full of ecstasy. He then slowly pulled away from the violated pussy that felt so divine. "Perhaps I'll manage to do the same with Arwen... or even Galadriel. Just imagine that." He glanced over the phone checking the timer and addressed the double-gagged (by cloth and a pussy) elf, "In a way I sympathize with you, elf. You have an unlucky day. But if I have to do it anyway, why can't I have some fun, right, Hanna?"
As he came, he could feel the elven flesh squeezing him, milking him as the woman underneath him came to her own release. She fell on the ground, defeated and humiliated - but Hana did not give her time to recover. As he opened his phon, he noticed notification Spoiler: New Stamp! New stamp placed! Time to capture: 1:24 Please remember to have target bound and knocked out to have her processed! Fucking her stupid will do! Captured: Princess Maethriel, daughter of Queen Nirel Tier 2 The phone ringed as another notification came to life. Spoiler: Notification Rival activated! When horse of her daughter returned alone, she knew something was wrong. Queen Nirel swore vengeance for her daughter and started hunting for you! You have two days before horse will return home: 47:49 As Mark looked around, he realised that the horse was gone.
"FUCK! I knew that this horse can't be trusted. And I did want to tie it to a tree but was too distracted by... the Princess." He sat on a nearby fallen tree. " Elven arrows are no joke... And I don't even know anything about that Nirel. Must be some side-effect of all those modifications and this is an obscure location." "Hanna, keep our dear Princess Maethriel entertained, I need to browse some stuff," Leaving the royal captive to his friend\partner\slave\assistant, Mark looked for more information in his phone. He started with seeking more detailed info about his captive and her mother, if there was any special demand for any of them, how much they would cost (yes, even as he was quite worried, the idea of capturing the mother surfaced immediately. He knew that daughter-mother pairs can fetch a price). Then he looked for the estimated time for training Maethriel (time compression included). Finally, he glanced over the prices for melee weapons, clothes and armor for him and Hanna and checked if there were any cheap and practical boats to travel down the river faster) \\\ I don't know if the phone can provide that, if not - he just tried but spent around half an hour thinking\remembering what he knows about the company and the LOTR universe, maybe asking Hanna a few questions \\\ After spending some time doing this he stood up and said "OK, enough rest. Duty calls. I m not giving her away without trying her ass. " He announced to Hanna "Drag her here, boobs to this rock, asscheeks in the air."
(his skill allows him to have that knowledge) As he started thinking, his knowledge about the universe slowly started filling blanks. Forlindon was once a one kingdom ruled byt the King Gil-Galad until he died in epic duel against Sauron during the battle of last alliance. He and King Elendil still managed to mortally wound Sauron which allowed Isildur to cut of the ring of Dark Lord's hand. As he had no living children, after Gil-Galad's death, the kingdom fell apart into a number of smaller kingdom, one of them is ruled by Queen Nirel, once a noble in Gil-Galad's court. Her kingdom is not big, counting only one larger settlement and less then hundred of militia. Spoiler: Niriel The price of selling tier 2 is 20 credits. If he kept her, she would be taken for 72 hours of Mark's realm time for training, then returned (to the place he is at the moment) as obedient slave. he would also be rewarded 2 credits. Common equipment such as swords, leather armours, clothes, etc. would cost a credit each. For two credits, he could by a simple kanoe. "Sure, honey~" Hana called back as she started leading the elven princes to Mark. It looked somewhat hilarious - a small halfling with a knife, dragging tied elven princess by the hair, forcing the taller woman to bend so much her torso was parallel to the ground. She pushed the woman on the ground. "Here~" She called.
"Ok. Take her gag away. I need to ask her a few questions. And keep the dagger near her neck, I noticed that it helps her behave" He ordered, his dick standing proud and ready to enter any of two exposed holes. "Where you were going, where is your mother, where is the closest settlement, are there ANY elves from your kingdom downstream? Are there any mermaids in the area?" He asked as soon as Hanna ungagged the elf. With his hands firmly on the elf's hips, he had control over her "Answer! Answer everything or I'll rip your asshole apart!" It was the first time when Mark spoke like this to anyone, intimidation was new to him but he tried hard
