Emma -violence and sex I was dragged to the location where the workers were located after their shifts. I was tossed into one cell with the door closed behind me. Hearing footsteps stomping away, it was silent. My back was pressed against the wall, and a group of stomping feet could be heard. A male was laughing, “Senilk, you know what you are to do! Bang on the door when you are done!” The voice was husky. The door opened, and the male appeared to be an elf but green, he was shorter than me, no more than five feet. His hair was black dangling around his arse, in a single braid that was slum over his shoulder. Slim inbuilt with defined muscles. The closer he got to me the more I could see the scars covering his body along with growths on his face and arms. He was by far the most grotesque individual I had ever seen. Taking off his loincloth glaring at his dick. Not only was it five inches soft, but it was close to two inches in width. I shook my head back and forth when I noticed more growth. “Shake your head all you want, there are eleven more waiting and we plan on getting what we have been promised.” Senilk said with a toothy smile. The closer he got the stronger the smell of manure filtered off Senilk. He wrapped his fingers around my throat. “Open your mouth!” He ordered and he directed me to my knees. My temper was at a boiling point. I was ready to fight back but Senilk said two words that ran my blood cold. “Hot iron!” He started to chuckle, knowing full well what it meant. “Keep your hands on your lap and do not move.” Doing as I was told, “how hard could this be? Your dick is nothing special!” It was true! My parents, especially my mother, hated my lifestyle, but it got me everything they could not get me. If I had to suck a dick to get the coat or shoes I wanted, it was worth it. Doing whatever the guy wanted, got me everything I saw. And I always got what I wanted. Senilk’s hand was still on my throat as he used his other hand to guide his dick in my mouth. Even soft it was a mouth full. “I was told to fill you up with my seeds! The Master wants you fat when the auction comes!” He said slowly. “But I will not subject my bloodline to this kind of life. You will swallow every drop.” He thrust himself harder into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.My reflex closed my mouth, my teeth grazing his dick. “Bit me and Ashur will take out every tooth in your mouth! No one cares if a serf has teeth or not.” He warned me with glowing yellow eyes. Taking both of his hands he moved my head to his desire. I had never been manhandled like this before. With each thrust, it became rougher. I moved my hands to his hip to stop and slow him down. Doing so only made it so that he jammed his dick at full length into my mouth blocking off my air supply. I struggled to back away from him. This only encouraged him to laugh and hold my head in position. I bit down knowing he would release my head. “Harlot!” He hissed as he drew out of me. Inspecting his dick to see if there was blood, which there was not. “So you like it rough then! I was going to be nice to you, but now I will not!” Spinning me around with strength I did not expect him to have. He lodged himself into my anus giving me no time to adjust to the foreign object. I tried to wriggle away screaming from the pain all over again. The punisher might have stopped my bleeding but the wounds were far from healed. “Scream heathen!” He told me, “no one will come and save you!” The harder he was with me the more excited he became. Roaring with his climax, he tossed me to the cold floor. Strolling over to the door he pounded on it. With the opening of the door, Senilk bellowed, “The harlot of the evening likes it rough!” He glared back at me with yellow eyes, “and she bites!” My fate was sealed! ‘Why did I bite him?’ I questioned my actions. ‘He warned me and I did exactly what he warned me not to do.’ Tears whelmed up in my eyes as I crawled into the corner of the room knowing that I was not going to get away from the behemoth that stomped into the area. All of a sudden the room felt smaller than it was before. My sight was glued onto the male, my hands went up in defence. “I'm sorry I could not breathe, I was only trying to get some air into my lungs!” I said out loud defending my actions. “No one cares if your lungs are full or not!” He said as he motioned closer to me. “Kurt you know what you are going to do!” A male voice yelled from outside of the cell. Kurt appeared to be human, dark in complexion. Well built, no more than six feet tall. The closer he got I could tell that he wrecked worse than Senilk. ‘This had to be part of the punishment. Each of them smelling like shit for their day of work. That is why some of the females were gagging. They must have been in this situation at least once.’ “Please!” I begged as the door was closing. “I was told to fill your belly with my seeds.” He took off his loincloth, “you will be worth more with a round belly.” He was standing in front of me. Scared littered his body, and his hands had calluses on them. His dick was already at full erection. I was trying to appeal to his humanity, “you do not have to do this!” I pleaded. “Do you not understand what a breeder means?” Kurt’s tone was very cold. “It means you produce little you’s and when they are old enough … They are sold! If you are lucky your master will allow you to keep your offspring and then your daughters will produce just like their mum. The males will be sold to who knows where!” I curled myself up into a ball. “You have a choice now, do as you are told and you will live with little pain!” Kurt's expression faded to a grim expression. “Or you will live a life of nothing but pain!” I did not get the highest grades in school, so I had to rely on my looks to get everything I wanted. “What do you want?” I asked, surrendering to Kurt. His warning was clear as day, a little pain or excruciating pain. “On your hands and knees!” He ordered. I closed my eyes, memories of how Markous used to fuck me. Kurt angled me and started to pound me, the sound of our skin connecting echoed off the walls. Taking one of his hands he grabbed the back of my neck, whispering into my ear, “scream as if your life depended on it!” I first didn’t understand what he was saying to me, but then it dawned on me. ‘If I do not scream as if he was causing me a great deal of pain, he would have to do it!’ I let out a blood-curdling scream that made Kurt start to laugh, “Good girl!” When Kurt had cum, he was gripping onto my hips. Sliding out of me, he strolled over to the door. Pounding on the door the guard strolled in. Pushing Kurt out of the way he thrust his fingers into my pussy causing me to scream. Pulling out his fingers he examined them. “Looks like you're avoiding a beating!” His words were directed at Kurt. It was confirmed in my mind. I was not the only one that was at risk here. If he did not do as he was told, he too could be punished. The guard grabbed me by the neck and brought me under where there were chains. Cuffing me to the chains. Once I was secured the guard started to reveal his swollen members. He was small but his width was massive. He was terrifying, part humanoid, the other part a monster. When he smiled his teeth were that of a bear. His ears were pointed, angled backwards. He was shorter than six feet tall with bulging muscles everywhere. Licking his lips his eyes were glued to my belly, “I have always wondered if a harlot could birth my breed, bugbears … I want to find out!” Digging his claws into my flesh he moved my body in a pounding motion. I bit the inside of my mouth to stop myself from screaming. He stopped! “Ah!” He pulled himself out, “so the harlot wants to play games.” His laugh was malicious. “I like games too!” He walked out of the cell. Around the tip of his dick was cock ring that was lined with tiny little shape tips. “Now, let's see how long it takes you to scream!” He hissed as he again dug his nails into my flesh. From the entrance of the cell, four males were laughing, encouraging him to cause me to scream. “Duggar! Remember not to damage the merchandise!” One of the males laughed, “the Master wants this breeder to be sold!” Dugger licked his lips as he slammed into me, “the harlot doesn’t need legs to breed, it is an unnecessary body part.” Slowly he withdrew from me, making sure I felt every shape tooth shredding the inside of my lady part. Dugger was breathing slowly, as he motioned my body in slow short strides, making sure the tips were cutting me over several times. I could not contain the scream that was pushing to be released. Only then did Dugger take the cock ring off, pounding me not caring as long as I was screaming. If this is what they wanted, then I would scream until I passed out as long as they got in and got out.