The action was exciting; She had seen her master kill dozens of insubordinate orcs, and maybe thousands of elves on top of that, mostly men, but some women too. Doshvin wouldn't have been surprised if he had finished her right there, with her on her hands and knees, choking on her own bile. One swift kick to the face would put a big dent into her skull, or snap her neck. She fantasized about it for a moment, until her master turned to her.<br/><br/>The menace in his features softened, just a little bit. But he still had a fierce visage, one that would cow any elf; It made Doshvin wet, although anything her master did excited her very much. He petted her again, and then tugged on his simple trousers, the only thing he had been wearing. The corrupted elf could feel herself salivating, drool forming in the corners of her fat, pouty lips. She didn't need any further encouragement or commands; She had been born to do this, or at least that's what she believed. That was what the orcs had always hammered into her head, back when she had fought them, back when she was too stupid to realize: The elves had been made to serve the orcs, and for all of their existence they had simply been waiting to be claimed. She didn't understand why her people fought their masters, but she had fought once too; They would learn, in time.<br/><br/>She tugged his pants down and immediately pounced on his gigantic orcish cock, immediately slobbering all over it. She could never jam the thing into her mouth, as much as she had wished, so she simply tried harder to please him by licking up and down his cock, applying gentle kisses to places she had learned were more sensitive than others. Her hands stroked and massaged his massive balls, which were already boiling a batch of the potent seed that had nourished Doshvin daily for almost a half of a year. It wasn't until recently that she began to crave the taste of his cum, but now it was one of the chief thoughts that occupied her mind.<br/><br/>Her master's hand encouragingly stroking her head, the world just felt... Right.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The pain dulled her senses; She did not fight as her close were torn away from her like the wrappings of a gift, only this was not freely given. Intense fear poured through her, knowing that she might die on the end of an orcish cock. The war had been going on for a long time, and the ors were not shy about their conquest of the elven women. Every free elven woman lived in constant fear of becoming the next slave to an orcish raiding party; Every elven man vowed to die protecting his wife, daughter or mother from the monstrous scourge that came from the northwestern badlands.<br/><br/>The orcs flipped her from her from her belly to her back, and her vision was filled with the ugly face of an orc. That certainly wrenched her back into a more lucid state; She began screaming as the orc grabbed her by the hair and slapped her across the face a couple of times, dizzying her once again and marking her face badly. Her legs were easily forced open; It wasn't that she allowed the violation, but she simply could do nothing to prevent them. She struggled for a moment until she felt an orcish cock pressed against her opening, then all of the strength in her body fled as her greatest fear was realized: She was about to lose her virginity, after keeping it for hundreds of years, and most of her magical ability with it.<br/><br/>"Nooo-" Was her last word before another orcish prick was pushed between her lips, futilely trying to stretch her lips so that they would painfully accommodate their invader. Her virgin pussy was torn apart as a member slammed inside of her; Her hips bucked off of the ground, and then another orc had somehow maneuvered so that he was forcing his dry member into her anus. She was in a world of pain, and mercifully, she faded in and out of consciousness as all three of her holes were fucked to some degree.