Tamaska thought it strange when she saw Emberspike set his shirt next to her on the table. The two tormentors were so different in there approach. Bahiyya was all fire and passion and Emberspike seemed more calm and calculating. As the scent of male arousal fill the room, Tamaska joined the disguised succubus in a deep, sincere moan. The scent made her quiver in need as her sex dripped even more, by this time just adding to the small puddle on the floor between her legs.  Tamaska bit her lip hard to keep the wanton begging for more tightly shut inside of her. She actually felt relieved when Bahiyya hauled her to her feet by her braids and chest.<br/>The sight of Bahiyya, the first the troll had seen since the elf had been stripped, left her speechless. She was flawless, every inch of her was perfection.  Suddenly Tamaska felt very self-conscious as the succubus smiled at her in her dishevelled state. Still the troll could not pull her eyes away from the soft shiny skin, perfectly firm round breasts, a slender waist and softly flared hips. Tamaska was practically drooling over this woman. Then the teasing began anew as Emberspike's hand lightly held her by the back of her neck as his other hand toyed with the engorged peak of her own breast. His hands were hotter than she had ever felt, almost scorching her skin but it seemed to seep into her skin, warming her further driving her desire.  She watched Bahiyya's smile grow as Tamaska started to grind her firm ass back against Emberspike's massive twitching cock as he pressed it against her.<br/><br/>Tamaska's glazed eyes seemed unable to focus but Bahiyya' knew the troll could see, and liked what she saw, as she perched on the table before Tamaska's form . The sweet, innocent troll stared in awe as Bahiyya's legs spread, baring her wet, slippery opening to those hungry eyes. When Tamaska managed to raise her eyes to meet Bahiyya's emerald ones, the succubus in disguise must have loved what she saw. Tamaska's wide eyes showed rather perfectly the fear, uncertainty and shame of what she was letting happen and under it all was a desperate lust. Tamaska was close to breaking, close to becoming the pet that Bahiyya already referred to her as. Soon she would be so lost in her lust, so willing to be debased, degraded, pleasured and used that by the time they were done with her the Light would not want her back.<br/>As if confirming what Tamaska's eyes had shown her, when Bahiyya took a malicious grip on the troll's hair and tugged her face down, there was little if any resistance.  The scent of Bahiyya's sex was intoxicating and sweet and even though the elf's command was more an incoherent growl, the troll knew what was expected of her. Her soft, wet tongue slid along the heated netherlips, letting out a husky moan as the taste coated her tongue.  The taste was like heaven and Tamaska's hands light pushed at Bahiyya's knees, want her to open more to give her suddenly hungry mouth better access. She attacked the soft folds of the elf's sex with abandon, her awkwardness and inexperience balanced but intense enthusiasm. Every taste only made her more desperate for another and Tamaska felt a startling clarity. She could feel the way the smooth skin of her cheeks slid against the soft skin of Bahiyya's thighs and every bead of sweat that slipped over her skin. She could feel Bahiyya's hand still using her hair to hold her head down and she could feel Emberspike's body heat behind her.<br/><br/>The feel of his nails raking down her back was like a thousand fireworks exploding in her head, the pain-edged pleasure was almost too much and she teetered on the brink of finally getting the release she craved. Her mouth pressed even more tightly to Bahiyya's sex as she licked and slurped noisily, dignity and self-restraint cast aside in favour of the pleasure she felt.  Her quivering body froze completely, staying perfectly still except for her mouth which did not cease its feeding between Bahiyya's legs, as she felt the thick head of Emberspike's cock press to her embarrassingly wet opening.  In another sign of her impending defeat, Tamaska did immediately try to push back, only to whine against the sweet slit as she was denied. It was so frustrating that Tamaska found herself blinking back tears as her tongue darted between the elf's folds to taste deeper within. Her sexual torment was all the more devastating because her captors were giving her what she needed but not what she wanted.<br/><br/>A stream of almost continuous muffled whines poured from Tamaska as Emberspike teased her with the head of his cock until finally he relented.  The feel of the head sinking in, stretching her near-virgin opening, made Tamaska's head swim. The scorching heat welled up in her and as inch after inch sunk slowly, unbearably into her she thrashed and tried repeatedly to push back, only to be denied. She pleasure however was not to be denied this time, even when her inner muscles clamped around him he kept giving until Tamaska's mouth came away, showing her mouth and chin dripping with wetness. She shrieked and thrashed as finally, mercifully she was allowed release. It was the first of her young life and they had made sure it would be burnt into her mind forever. All throughout she soul-searing release, she felt Emberspike filling her, pulling back and filling her again. the sensation was so good that she attempted to reward the dominant elf on the table before her. Hesitantly she prodded one finger gently against Bahiyya's netherlips as her tongue moved to the little pleasure button at the top of that beautiful sex. Her watering eyes looked up, asking for permission to please what she could only at this point call her Mistress. Now, dripping with sweat from her intense orgasm, with her eyes pleading for permission to please, Tamaska really did look like their little pleasure pet.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>