The broken elf shivered with delight as her master put a hand on her own, his rough fingers trailing down her forearm, up her shoulder, until it rested on her neck. Then he gripped her tight, and Doshvin wheezed in pain, though she would give no indication that she did not enjoy his touch; If it pleased her master, she would endure, as she had done for him for so long. But the tight grip on the elf's throat sent her mind hurtling back in time, back before the schism of her own mind...<br/><br/><em>Makretia was in a constant state of pain these days. Her knees ached; When she refused to walk on her hands and knees, they kicked her until she had no other choice but to crawl. Her breasts hurt; The orc's giants hands mauled her whenever he pleased, which was often, and he seemed to greatly enjoy watching her dangling breasts as he barked at her to crawl on all fours. Her sex, and her mouth hurt from repeated rape in whatever orifice Gorgamesh pleased, but most of all, her soul was hurt. She was always one swift strike of his hand from bawling her eyes out... It had been months since her capture, and she could barely remember what it was like to be a free, dignified elf. She still knew who she was, still knew to hate this monster for what he was doing to her and her people, but her mind was slowly becoming a fugue...<br/><br/>She barely slept anymore; Gorgamesh rarely let his orc warriors rape her anymore, but he had enough lust and enthusiasm to trouble her at any time of the day. She heard him coming this particular time; She was asleep in his tent, curled in a ball, laying on a fur rug on the ground. It must have been dawn; The tent was illuminated a bit, and she could see around her, but what really jarred her awake was the hands on her throat. She had gone from a light slumber to being choked half to death; He loved to do this. She gasped and scrabbled at his hands, tears flowing down her cheeks. "You- Beast-  Please-" She struggled to say, though she gave a very audible scream when his gigantic cock pierced her with no prior ceremony. And Gorgamesh just laughed as his slave sobbed silently, barely able to draw enough breath to stay conscious.</em><br/><br/>And as soon as that memory surged through her mind, Makretia was Doshvin again, and instead of feeling incredible pain and sorrow as that huge hand wrapped around her delicate throat, she purred, and moved against him, relishing the contact. He leaned close to her, as if going in to kiss her, but he had never kissed Doshvin, and though she never stopped hoping for it, she did not expect it. He licked her across her jawline, going up to her ear, playing with the definitive tip that had earned her so many teases from his men. Her eyes practically rolled into the back of her head as she moaned in delight, and when master commanded her to show him how she loved him, she could have had an orgasm right there; She was producing enough heat for herself and Shaelee at this point.<br/><br/>Her master sometimes gave her vague orders, curious to see how she complied with him. With his big hand choking her throat, Doshvin couldn't serve him with her mouth; That left an easy decision for her as she wrapped her legs around the orc's wide torso, and felt his tool slip inside of her underneath the water, the familiarity of his body making the penetration rather easy. Considering how long she had suffered his mastership, Doshvin was still rather tight, at least as far as the orcs cared. She winced in pain as she pulled him inside of her body, but if he was not constricting her breathing, she would have howled in delight. "I... Love... Master...." She grunted as she slowly rode him, the water rippling around their bodies, her hands on his shoulders to steady herself a bit. "Is... Master... Happy?" She queried, tears dripping from her eyes, and whether it was from pain, or happiness, or whether it was Makretia who shed those tears, not even she was aware.