Her eyes widened the moment he had grabbed her firmly by the horns. She could feel the soft carpet abbreviating her skin as he dragged her over the floor with an incredible strength she had not suspected from any bloodelf. Then again, she thought in her mind, she had highly underestimated the whole race altogether. With tears in her eyes she felt herself being pushed harshly against the wall, the coldness of the smooth surface making her skin crawl and her nipples harden. Her neck already ached, but she couldn't fight back against the force in which he pulled her head back so far that she ended up staring at the ceiling in horror to what was coming at her.<br/><br/>She could taste the thick addictive fluids that dripped down her throat, as he had pushed the dildo inside. And the more she tried to push the hard wood back out of her mouth, the more she swallowed of it's addictive substance. She couldn't help but felt tears well up in her eyes again, she didn't knew what he was giving her, but the thought that she was actually swallowing it down herself was making her more sick then ever. The wood pushed and glided deeper eventhough her struggling was still there, more evident than ever.<br/><br/>She gagged and choked, trying to make noises that were so horribly overreacted in the hope he would believe he was killing her, stopping this abuse by the thought of her choking to death, but in the end she only worsened her situation as she felt the wood glide deeper and deeper, touching the back of her throat in just mere seconds. He wasn't stupid, he obviously knew what he was doing as he kept continuing her punishment.<br/><br/>But then, even trough all this torture she hated her body the most for the reaction it gave to his slick boot that glided over her moistened folds. She shivered, not out of horror but out of some sick pleasure she wished she were able to withheld from coming out. Her skin rised goosebumps and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan trough the forcefully produced gagging sounds. She tried twist her ankles, her wrists, anything at all to wriggle herself free from his grasp, but all she could do was lick her tongue around the thick wooden device. Giving him a sight that surely must have been comparable to a wanton whore that sucked the thick wooden cock with pleasure. How did she end up like this? She was already broken down enough that she had openly cried before his feet, but feeling her wet slick folds burn of heat and desire made her feel so sick and disgusted of herself, she couldn't even fight it./<br/><br/>After all, her skin burned from desire, from a twisted lust she had never felt before.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>