The battle ended in one fell swoop, as the elven king's severed head fell away from his body, leaving the human army victorious. At least for the moment. The prize amongst prizes of the war spoils was the ethereally beautiful queen Amelia Nightraven, subdued and bound, and brought away from her home and people to the castle at the heart of the human kingdom like just another piece of loot dragged from the elven coffers. Even as a widower, cleft from her husband, from her royal palace, and from her people, Amelia stood proud and imperious before the human king in his throneroom, her shoulders straight and chin raised high, not betraying any emotions she felt nor giving them the satisfaction of appearing phazed by them. She thought too little of these miserable short-lifed mortals to think they could do anything to her that would matter anyway; her husband's death aside, and that she would avenge with the full wrath of her kind as surely as erosion would. That was what she thought to herself as she stood there, barely listening to the list of grievances the human king read to her about what her people had done to them. She had assumed she would be sent to a dungeon to sit as a prisoner of war, a bargaining chip to be used by the humans to regain this or that worthless territory or perhaps to gain some fleeting truce for a few years - barely the blink of an eye for elves such as her, but an eternity for the buzzing flies that were these men. And so she stood waiting patiently for her sentence to be read. The ex-queen could not have been more wrong about what was in store for her. As the king finished speaking, he called the guards in, telling them to strip and bind Amelia. Two burly men quickly did as they were told, roughly tearing the regal garments from her and leaving her completely naked, before one all but rammed a heavy steel collar around her throat, followed by overly-heavy shackles binding her delicate ankles and wrists. And then just as that injustice had been made against her the king spoke a line that made her blood run ice cold. "Guards, take this elf to prince. She is to be his plaything, to satisfy his needs in any way. Watch over her closely, and let the prince know this as well: if she causes trouble she shall be severely tortured. Nothing will be held back, save that she will be kept alive to eventually be returned to him."

Amelia could hardly believe what she was hearing. To be the toy of some snot-nosed little boy? How low had the elves truly fallen that such an insult was even possible? But, she thought grimly, her survival and eventual vengeance hung on her obedience. It would not do for her to anger or defy the humans now; they were as children playing with a blade far too dangerous for their own good. She glared defiantly at Jason as the guards dragged her roughly over to him, shackling her hands to a chair behind her back. As one of them gripped her hips and spread her legs wide apart for Jason, she looked away in shame; never had an elf such as herself been exposed so intimately before another being, much less some young whelp of a human male whose only claim to greatness was that he'd won a battle against his inferiors. The weight of her breasts pressed down on her chest painfully as they swung back and forth with the movement, their heavy mass straining at the restraints binding them. She felt the heat of Jason's member pressing against her own unyielding asshole, waiting to violate her. And yet she did not resist; she would show him nothing that he could use against her. With one final deep breath, Amelia steeled herself

She felt the guards' hands grip her hips more firmly as one of them murmured something into the ear of their master, perhaps trying to excuse themselves in some way for not simply forcing her to submit. It was a momentary pause at best; hardly enough time for her to react before Jason himself took matters into his own hands. She felt the blunt head of his cock press against her rim once more, then slide brutally inside of her, filling and stretching her ass in an instant. The pain was exquisite, the intrusion beyond anything she had ever experienced, but she did not cry out; no sound escaped her lips save for a quiet hiss as she clenched her teeth together and endured it. Her whole body tensed reflexively at the violation, but her captors held her tightly in place, keeping her from escaping or even squirming free from their grip. She felt his cock slide deeper into her, pushing past any defenses her body might have been able to muster against such a thing, filling and stretching her completely as he began to thrust roughly inside of her, fucking her with all the inexperienced vigor only youth could imbue. The weight of her breasts pressed painfully against her chest, leaving trails of skin abraded where the rough surface of the chair dragged across them; they hung heavy and pliant, mocking her as Jason thrust deeper inside of her with each passing moment, grunting animalistically with each impact. She did not yield an inch to him, nor did she show any sign that he was having any effect on her whatsoever save for the flushed skin of her cheeks and neck and the way her breathing hitched and growled in her chest as he pounded away at her ass. No matter how hard or fast

Even with the guard holding her immobile, Queen Amelia Nightraven continued to stand tall and proud, enduring the brutal violation with dignity and grace. Her chest rose and fell steadily as she struggled to control her breathing, each exhalation a soft hiss of air that seemed to betray nothing of the pain or humiliation she felt. The guards held her tightly in place, but they did not physically harm her further; there was no need for that when their young master seemed content merely to degrade and defile her like this. As Jason ground his hips against her ass, thrusting deep into her with each motion, Amelia's body moved involuntarily in time with him. Her breath caught in her throat as he found a rhythm that sent sharp stabs of pleasure coursing through her, making it difficult for her to focus solely on the discomfort and degradation she was enduring. She bit down hard on her lower lip, fighting the urge to cry out or beg him to stop, determined not to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he could even slightly affect her in such a way. Her breasts bounced gently with each breath, their weight pulling at the restraints holding them in place; she knew if they were released even for an instant they would likely fly free from her chest and bounce wildly across the room. The pleasure he was able to wring from her was almost unbearable, but it was a sweet torture that she endured all the same, knowing that at any moment his attentions could turn cruel once more if she failed to please him as well as he demanded.

Amelia did not react visibly to the mention of her daughter's name, but inside she felt a chill of horror run down her spine as the young woman was brought before them. She forced herself not to look at Arianna, focusing instead on trying to maintain control over her own body and emotions. As Jason continued to fuck her, the guards pulled off their restraints, allowing Amelia's breasts to swing freely once more. They pressed against her chest and then bounced with every breath she took as she struggled to remain still and composed in spite of the pain and humiliation she was enduring. With each thrust of Jason's hips into her ass, a fresh wave of pleasure coursed through her body, making it difficult for Amelia to ignore the pleasurable sensations he was eliciting from her. The guard's grip on her tightened ever so slightly at the soft moans and gasps that escaped her lips despite her best efforts to remain silent. She prayed to whatever gods may have been listening that Jason would soon release her daughter unharmed, for she did not know how much longer she could endure this torment both physical and emotional.

Amelia forced her eyes shut as she felt the hot breath of her daughter against her most private place, unwilling to witness this new indignity and further shame being visited upon them both. She tensed instinctively as Jason's cock pressed against her opening once more, but did not resist as he thrust deeply into her pussy, filling her completely with his warmth and strength. Her body arched back slightly, pressing their breasts together as she tried to avoid seeing Arianna's face while also seeking some semblance of comfort or closeness in this moment of profound humiliation. Tears stung at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall; she would endure this final insult and degradation with dignity, just as she had everything else that had come before it. Her fingers clawed uselessly against the hard wooden chair behind her back, nails leaving trails of blood in their wake as she fought to regain control over herself and her emotions. But Jason's powerful strokes within her only seemed to heighten the sensations coursing through her body, making it harder with each passing moment for her to focus on anything other than the pleasure that he was giving her. She could feel his seed spilling into her womb as his hips bucked violently against hers, drawing out a shuddering moan from deep within her chest before finally collapsing against her in exhaustion. It took everything she had left not to curse him or the world that had brought them all to this point, but somehow she managed it; even as the guards pulled their daughter away and prepared to drag her back to wherever they'd come from, Amelia remained proud and dignified, a symbol of elven resilience in the face of adversity.

Her blindfold gone in an instant and her vision filled with the sight of her naked daughter standing before her, arms outstretched and exposed to whatever further torment was to come, tears streaming down Arianna's face, pleading silently with her mother for rescue. The pain in Amelia's heart knew no bounds; it felt as though it would rend her in two and send her spirit screaming free from the shackles of flesh that still held her captive. With each article of clothing Jason stripped away from Arianna, Amelia felt a fresh stab of agony pierce her soul, each blow more potent than the last. But she did not flinch or react; there was no point in giving them any satisfaction. Instead, she focused on bearing witness to this horrific scene and on gathering whatever strength remained within herself for when the time came for vengeance.

It would come, she vowed silently, even if it took every last breath from her body. For Arianna's sake, for her husband's, for all their people... Jason and his human horde would pay dearly indeed for what they had done today.