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 not believe the humiliation being forced upon her as the young human prince yanked open the door to his chambers and shoved her roughly inside, dragging her bound form with him. Even as he began suckling at her enlarged breasts like some starving infant, she could feel anger and disgust building up within her. She struggled against the shackles that held her fast, wanting nothing more than to hurt this boy so badly for what he was doing, but knew it would only earn herself a trip to the dungeon and whatever unspeakable torments the king had promised she would endure there. The weight of his lips against her skin, even as they sucked greedily at her nipples, was revolting. She could feel every brush of hair across her pale, perfect breasts and it made her skin crawl. The taste in his mouth was foul;

Amelia lay back on the bed, her lips pressed together in a thin line as she forced herself not to react. His cock rubbing against her pussy sent tiny sparks of pain through her loins, but it was nothing compared to the humiliation of being used like this by a mere boy who could not possibly understand the significance of what he was doing. She took a shuddering breath and closed her eyes, waiting for him to finish with his pathetic attempts at sating his lust on her unyielding body. She had never known such pain as when they cut off her husband's head before her very eyes; she had bled inwardly then, and the wound still ached sometimes even now. Perhaps if she focused on that, it would help numb her to what was happening now. Or perhaps she could call upon her Goddess, Elune, to intercede on her behalf and make this night

The pain was almost indescribable as his cock finally broke through her maidenhead and plunged into her tight, unyielding pussy. It felt like she was being torn apart from the inside out, but still she kept silent, keeping her face impassive as she bore the agony with a stoicism that would have made her king proud. Her hands flexed uselessly against the heavy shackles binding them, wanting nothing more than to lash out at this boy who was violating her so brutally, but still she held back, forced to obey his commands or face even worse torments. Her thoughts drifted back to happier times, before the war had ever started: dancing with her husband beneath the pale moonlight in the serene gardens of their palace; drinking wine and laughing together as they discussed plans for the future; the warmth of his body pressed against hers as he made passion

Her mind floated back to memories of the first time they had made love as well, the night after their handfasting... his delicate touch upon her body, the sweet words whispered in her ear as he slowly brought her pleasure... She tried desperately not to cry out against the pain as he thrust roughly into her, tearing at something deep inside. This... this was nothing like what love felt like. It was brutal and hurtful, and it filled her with shame. Tears welled in her eyes as she fought to remain silent and compliant, praying that Elune would hear her pleas for vengeance against those who had brought her so low... if there were any left of their people after the war. It was a bitter thought, but one that she could not escape. The prince's hand pressed roughly against her breast as he suckled greedily at her nipple, his other hand gri

She struggled to hold back her tears as she spoke, fighting against the pain and humiliation that threatened to overwhelm her. "Please... stop... I can't... take it anymore..." Her voice was soft and trembling, almost a whisper. But still he continued, relentless in his need to fill her and mark her as his own. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, trying not to think of what would happen if she disobeyed him and caused him to send her back to the dungeon... The thought made her feel even more helpless than she already did. "I'm sorry..." she whispered brokenly as another wave of agony washed over her body, threatening to tear her apart from within. "Please... just make it stop..." Her pleas fell on deaf ears; he cared nothing for her pain or suffering, only his own twisted pleasure.

"Please..." she whimpered softly, her voice hoarse and raw with pain as he continued to thrust in and out of her helpless body. "Just let me go back... back to my people... I'll never cause you trouble again..." Her words were barely audible above the sound of their bodies colliding together, but she prayed that he would hear them, if only out of pity for what he had done to her. Inwardly, she cursed herself for not having been more careful when she and her king had made plans for this very eventuality. They should have known the humans were capable of such desperate acts; they should never have trusted them... But it was too late now. She could only endure what he did to her and hope that someday, somehow, vengeance would be hers. Her gaze flickered upward for a moment, meeting his eyes as he pumped

Her eyes widened in panic as he tightened the collar around her neck, the metal pressing painfully against her skin and cutting off her breath. She nodded frantically, tears streaming down her face. "Yes... yes, I'll talk..." she gasped out between sobs, her voice hoarse from pleading and pain. "Please... don't hurt me more..."

She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the sight of his leering face as he continued to use her like a plaything. Her mind raced, searching for anything else she could say that might please him or distract him from the violence and humiliation he was heaping upon her.

"You're... you're so big..." she managed, her voice trembling as she lied through her teeth. "I've never felt anything like that before... inside me..." Even as she spoke the words, part

Even as she forced herself to say these things, the pain and humiliation were nearly unbearable. She tried to ignore the feelings of his body against hers, focusing instead on the weight of the collar around her neck, willing it not to become too tight for her to breathe. The knowledge that he had just impregnated her only added to her misery; another tie binding her to this boy and his people, a constant reminder of everything she'd lost.

Her body arched off the bed as he continued to thrust inside her, each stroke driving deeper than the last. She bit back a cry of anguish as tears streamed down her face, mixing with the sweat that coated her body. The pleasure-pain throbbing between her legs told her that he was close, but she couldn't help but wish it would end sooner rather than later.

Finally, with a grunt