Captive of the night elves

He was a barbarian warrior, a reaver of the plains, a mighty thewed master of the riddle of steel and disciple of Crom but that was before his capture by the fiendish night elves.

The night elves have been playing with their barbarian captive every moonrises since he was dragged cursing in chains to their deep dungeon. Everyone knows of the inventive cruelty of the night elves. The barbarian had heard stories but the tales do not do his captors perversity justice.

The unearthly beauty of his elves only worsens his predicament. They use their slim perfect bodies to tease and deny him in a cruelly warped parody of lovemaking. Each sunless day he is made to submit to their lusts in the dungeon until he leaks precum in a continuous silky ooze that pools on the stone floor around his feet.

His thick cockshaft is bound with cord, leather thongs and narrow buckled straps of greasy waxed canvas to keep the straining organ rigidly hard and denied no matter how many of the lithe azure skinned elves choose to ride him for their carnal pleasure.

They use him as a lonely frustrated maiden might use a candle or a length of broom handle. His bound and swollen cock is just a toy to them.

The sensitive intimate parts between his powerfully muscled thighs are now just a means for his captors to inflict pain or pleasure at their whim.

As a virile human male he has value in the dungeon. Certain of the night elves ritual magicks require fresh human pre cum and he is their latest source to be milked daily like some farm animal.

He shudders and moans as their tight inhuman cunts squeeze at his cock and their long skilled tongues lap the pre cum from him. They compliment each other on it's tang of desperation as they compete to see who can take him closest to release and make him cry out in despairing need. Their conversation is arch and taunting as they drive each other to yet greater acts of cruelty and perversity.

The witch elves use cruel devices. Clamps of dark cum stained wood for his nipples and swollen balls, slender elegant probes carved from a cave dragon bone to delve deep inside the tiny opening at the maroon swollen head of his engorged manhood. Larger, much larger, rods of wood and bone for his rear opening. The shapes designed to fill him and bring him humiliating ecstasy. If they are feeling generous they grease his rear hole with animal fat before penetrating his tight hole.

The barbarian has seen worse devices in the catacombs. Cruel frames of sweat smeared wood and intricate oiled metal designed for the most depraved functions by the sorcerer artisans of the night elves.

And the fiendish slavers use whips and goads. Applied not just to his back and buttocks but also between his spread thighs to make his tightly trussed up shaft and balls bounce under the savage impact.

Then when he is exhausted their apothecaries apply lotions and salves to heal his body and bring him to a **** maddened peak of arousal until he pleads humiliatingly to be used again and again.

The slender supple bodied wytch queens **** him into sensual contortions, sisters in cruelty, sharing him with each other.

Pert elven breasts with dark blue tinted nipples bounce above him and hairless purple lipped pubis engulf his sore reddened manhood. Things he might once have fantasised over but now he is at their mercy, a plaything denied relief in this subterranean torch lit dungeon little more than a novelty for their perverse lusts.

He was a feared warrior, a barbarian of the northern reaches. Countless foes fell to his axe. His name was feared among the tribes. Now he is little more than a hard cock for these cruel nocturnal elf kin.

Once the barbarian had fought alongside noble high elves. Nothing like these perverted fiends. Indeed he has seen elf prisoners here naked cuffed, collared and caged, their slim bodies taking their turn on the rack or the whipping frame. Noble elf ladies stripped and fouled in the dungeon **** to perform the most beastial of acts with the creatures of the tunnels.

He shares sympathetic glances with the other captives, elf and human, as they watch each other's torments. A semen splattered wood elf druidess is chained naked to the dungeon wall made to watch as the barbarians vine bound cock is subjected to the foul embrace of a cave squid. Then the same ichorous monstrosity is introduced to the frantically squirming druidess womanly hole crawling deep inside as the woman thrashes against her bonds and the barbarian shouts in helpless horror.

No perversity is too great for these sunless decadents. They draw power from the perverted torments of their captives.

The barbarian lays chained and naked in his dank cell. His rear passage itches and burns, packed with oily cave fungus. His unrelieved shaft twitches within a tight cage of thorny vines. He hears the frantic moaning of a human woman and the high cruel laughter of his captors echoing through the humid air from the next cell and wonders if he will ever escape this twisted fate.