Purity Lost

Head and arms stuck through a set of stocks, Ilzlûth was unable to move, stuck in a humiliating position as her legs were forced apart by iron bars stuck in between her legs. Her shoulder and back aches from being in the same position for too long, and the uruk that was assigned to watch her smirked at her as she flexed her fingers and slowly tried to fit her thin wrists through the stock’s holes. 

“Ain’t no gettin’ outta that, little spy.” His voice was annoying, whiny and sharp, dripping with venom and smugness. Ilzlûth ignored him as she squirmed against her bindings. 

“Oi! Knock it off already! Do I gots to tell ya again?!” She ignored him, snarling and spitting at him as he lifted himself off the wall and towards her hunched over form. 

“You BITCH-!” 

CRACK! 

Ilzlûth nearly vomited as she was struck in the stomach. The pain was intense, but by far not the worst she had experienced. It was the suddenness of the blow that had her reeling in place. She gagged, coughing and spluttering as the beastmaster walked around her and picked something up that was hanging from the wall behind her. 

“Stupid cunt! Looks like you were never taught any manners…” The beastmaster snarled, spitting on her as he grabbed the back of her trousers and ripped them down her legs. 

Ilzlûth began to thrash against the stock, snarling and screaming for him to unhand her, to “fight like a true uruk”! Her eyes widened as her shirt was torn in half, revealing her already scarred back and her full, drooping breasts. 

“Look ‘ere! Already got some marks from your master, eh?!” He laughed at her, and Ilzlûth tried to kick out at him, stopped completely by the bar that spread her legs apart at the knees. 

“You fuck! I have no master! Do your worst! I’m not afraid to die! Are you?!” The beastmaster laughed at her, until he found himself in the midst of a coughing fit. 

“‘Ain’t got no master- Ha! Girl, ya’re one stupid slag, ain’t ya?!” Ilzlûth heard the crack of a whip above her head, a chill running up her spine as she remembered the first time she felt the bite of such an instrument against her skin. 

I can take it. I can take anything he throws at me.

Even knowing it was coming did nothing to soften the beastmaster’s blows. He stalked around her, leering at her naked body with a tilt of his head. His eyes raked across her hanging breasts, down her exposed sides and then to her round ass and virgin pussy. Red pubic hair covered her mound and  the lips of her slit, but it only served to highlight the prize that the adult uruk sought in the girl. 

“I’m yar new master-!”

CRACK! 

Ilzlûth held back a scream of pain as she felt the whip bite into her back. It sliced through her skin, causing a large welt to instantly rise against her skin, dark blood beading in a line that curved against her back. The beastmaster laughed aloud before raising the whip again. 

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!!! 

Blow after blow landed on Ilzlûth’s back. Her shoulders and the backs of her arms were struck, her hip, several blows to her ass landed, causing squeaks and screams of pain to finally leave her mouth, as it all became too much to hold back. The older uruk whooped loudly, laughing as he aimed at her round ass, whipping her repeatedly until almost every inch of her soft backside was now marred with welts and rivers of blood.

Ilzlûth was left trembling and shaking, whimpering and tearing up from pain and humiliation. Her pussy was glistening wet and her nipples hard from the rough treatment she has received, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by her tormentor, who hums thoughtfully as he grabs the lips of her slit between his thumb and forefinger. 

“What’s this then? Getting horny from havin’ yar arse whipped?!” He pinched her vulva and rubbed it in between his fingers, groaning as he felt her wetness seeping through and coating his fingers in spite of her best forest to pull away from his touch. 

“W-What the FUCK-?! S-Stop! Don’t touch me, a-asshole-!” Ilzlûth’s face darkened from fury and arousal, her ass jumping and pussy tingling and twitching as he released her cunt. He slid two fingers against her wetness, angling the tips of his fingers so he was rubbing harsh lines up and down her clit before he angled them directly towards her quivering entrance.

The beastmaster plunges two of his fingers into her pussy with no warning. He roughly fingerfucks Ilzlûth, her cries of surprise and pain bitten back and only coming out as grunts of annoyance. 

“You a fuck-slave, girl?! Your cunny’s fuckin’ soaked and it’s suckin’ me in!” She did her best to ignore the comment, but her cunt flexed in response, warming from the praise and the rough treatment in spite of the fact her back and ass were whipped raw. 

“F-Fuck off! Stop touching me-! Unngh-!~ I said STOP-!!!” 

“‘Stop!~ Stop!~’ Yet you’re the one suckin’ me in! Trynna fuck against me and drooling all over my fingers!” The beastmaster emphasized his point by making as loud of a noise with her pussy as he could. Wet, squishy, lewd… Ilzlûth screwed her eyes shut and desperately tried to ignore the hot, tingling warmth that grew deep in her core but it was becoming too much to bear. 

“D-Don’t-!~ Don’t!~ STOP-!!!” 

He wasn’t listening to her anymore, only to the sound of her wet hole noisily slurping up his digits. He grunted as Ilzlûth’s muscles stiffened, a surprised look on her face and a yelp like a pup being nipped in the cunt by an older alpha when she’s gone into her first heat. 

“Yeah-! YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT, SLAG! CUM!” 

SMACK!

Blood, tears and pussy juice went flying as the beastmaster smacked Ilzlûth on the ass hard. Her welts oozed blood, the pain forcing her to clench hard around the beastmaster’s fingers. 

“YEAH! Yeah, that’s it, slut! Fuckin’ take it-!”

He forcibly yanked them out of her cunt with a ‘pop’, dropping the whip and instead freeing his large, hard, smegma-riddled cock from his loincloth. 

“That little puss ‘o yours’ gonna love this fuck-stick o’ mine!” Ilzlûth’s back arched and the hairs raised all over her body as she felt the beastmaster grab her hips and smack his dirty cock onto her soaking wet slit. 

“DON’T-! Don’t do it-! STOP-!” Tears of panic inadvertently welled in her eyes. She clenched her holes shut as she felt the Uruk line himself up with her entrance, poking and prodding as he smeared her blood all over her grey skin and angle his cock so he had better leverage to push inside of her. 

No! No, this isn’t happening-! This isn’t happening! She’s still-! 

“Let's see if ya still a fresh little flower OR if ya’ve been a dirty, nasty little ‘pakh-kûrv-!”

SQUISH-! 

“NO! I’ll fucking kill you! I’LL KILL YOU!”

SQUISH, SQUISH-!

SQUELCH!!! 

Ilzlûth forced herself to swallow back her tears and a scream of pain as her hymen was torn apart by this random uruk. He hollered and hooted, smacking her repeatedly on the ass as he watched blood squeeze out from around his cock. Her pussy was so tight that it could probably snap his cock in half, but he wasn’t about to let her tense back up before fucking the shit out of her. 

“I KNEW IT! You were a virgin! Ha-!“ He tightened his grip on Ilzlûth’s hips, jabbing his cock into her bleeding hole, forcing it to stretch as he repeatedly slammed to the hilt inside of her.

“S-SHUT UP-! Take it out, a-asshole-! N-NGHH-!!!~”

SQUISH! 

SQUISH! 

SQUELCH!!!

“How does it feel to have your cunny popped by scum?!”

SMACK! 

Another blow landed on her bleeding and sore ass. There was an unbearable burning in between her legs and deep within her that made her knees weak and her voice keen like a pathetic slut. Tears freely fell from her eyes as her cunt was violated by some random asshole. He leaned over and breathed in her ear, humping her with enough force to knock the wind from her with each painful buck of his hips. 

“Ya like that?! Ya like that?!” The beastmaster’s voice was a low growl. He took a fistful of Ilzlûth’s red hair and pulled it taut. 

“N-Nuh-!~ F-Fuck you! S-STOP-! TAKE IT OUT!!!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, nearly hyperventilating with the rhythm of the beastmaster’s fucking as he pounds into her deepest point. It hurts! It hurts so bad…!

Ata-! Ata, please help-! 

“Fuck, fuck that cunt’s so tight-! If ya weren’t a spy, I’d fuckin’ marry ya! Have ya pop a dozen o’ so pups out for me!” He laughs in her ear as he gropes her tits and pinches her nipple between his clawed fingertips, digging it in so sharply that Ilzlûth cried out and bled. 

“Ah, well, at least the other lads’ll get their fun a’fore we kill you!” He grunts, the sounds of his balls slapping against Ilzlûth’s clit growing louder in the air the wetter she became. 

“N-Noo…!~ NOOO-! Stop it! STOP IT-!!!” The burning pain had all but lit her on fire. Ilzlûth felt her muscles clench and twitch against her control, and a burst of pleasure was beginning to overtake her senses. 

“UNGH-! Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Ilzlûth clenched down around him and began to trickle. 

“NO! DON’T CUM INSIDE ME, ASSHOLE! STOP- S-STOP IT-! STOOOOP-!!!~” 

Ignoring Ilzlûth’s cries and screams, the beastmaster roars and snarls as he pumps his cum deep inside of her newly deflowered pussy. He fucks his seed into her, keeping her plugged up even after his fuck-stick stopped squirting and throbbing. The beastmaster groaned, placing open mouthed kisses all over Ilzlûth’s shoulders and neck. A broken sob leaves her mouth as her pussy clenches and throbs sporadically, wet, hot pleasure almost blinding her as she twists and pulls on one of her hands. The older uruk hums to himself, grunting again as he pulls his semi-soft cock out of Ilzlûth’s raw, bloodied pussy. 

“That’s a good fuck! Too bad ya’s a traitor! You’d make a good barracks whore!” 

With one last hard smack on her whipped ass, he leaves Ilzlûth alone, lingering only to watch his seed spill out of her, pinkish red with her virginal blood. He caught some of it on his fingers and shoved them back inside her, a hiss and whimper of pain escaping from in between her teeth as she felt just how sore everything was. 

“Don’t worry! The other lads’ll give you the same treatment once they get back from finding your mates!” The beastmaster laughed as he walked out of the room Ilzlûth was held in. She sniffled, body aching as she gave her wrists a single hard tug. 

Her wrist came free. 

She would get her revenge…