Gorgamesh hissed as the tiny elf in his hands scratched and kicked at him. He lifted her towards him, the kicks barely fazing him as they bounced ineffectually off his muscular form. He slammed her back against the wall with a sickening crack, stunning her. “Stop.” He spoke with a slightly annoyed tone, releasing the dizzied elf. He raised his hand, keeping it flat and slamming the side of his palm down in an arc, landing a chop just below her rib cage.<br/><br/>The blow was staggering, dropping the girl to her knees. He knew what he was doing, aiming for her kidneys, avoiding anything too vital she could not be healed later. Still her body reacted violently to the strike, sending convulsions through her body, and forcing her to wretch. Gorgamesh looked over her, spitting down on her body. “Pathetic.”<br/><br/>He turned to his favoured pet, running a finger down her cheek. He pulled his trousers, wearing no other garments to cover himself. “Remove them Doshvin.” From her view at his knees she would be able to see his arousal, his impressive, thick member throbbing below the cloth. He stroked the head of his pet with a satisfied grin, he would soon teach the elf of the true power of the orcs.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Upstairs, the orcs ripped into Edraele's clothes, shredding her dress as they pinned her down. Sharp claws cut into her skin in their hurry to strip her. Her head swimming in the darkness the last of her clothes were finally removed as she began to come back to. She was presented by the cruel glare of an orc, grabbing hold of her hair he yanked her head upward, slapping her across the face, splitting open her lip. It roared at her as more beasts grabbed her kicking legs, forcing them to part. They slowly began to force their bulbous members inside her tiny frame, as she heard the cruel laughter of the ones who held her down.<br/>