Haughty Elf's Alley Rape (m/f, raped elf, violence, lobotomy)
A sultry elf with a nasty demeanor gets the tables turned on her by a human thief who leaves her broken and braindead in a filthy alley.
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Haughty Elf's Alley Rape
Majeine allowed her hips a slightly more sensual roll than usual as she walked through the warm night streets of the human city.
A faint sheen of magic covered her smooth, pale skin, keeping her almost transparent robes moving as if in a breeze – a vanity, yes, but it made the jaws of lesser human mages drop to see how effortlessly an elven archmage could maintain such a steady outflow of mana.
The elf’s lips twitched up in a self-satisfied little smile. There was something about the naked envy of the lesser races that made her blood run hot through her body. The desire of the men, the jealousy of the women, their secret seething at their own inferiority…
She saw in the eyes of every brutish human male the raging need to take her, to savage her, to consume and destroy her. A deadly lust held back by their fear of her power.
“Poor animals...” she breathed.
Majeine was slightly tipsy. She had spent her evening wrinkling her nose at the rough wines and spirits humans crafted, affecting contempt while she drank down glass after glass. Her practically immortal body was not easily inebriated, but the tingling in her fingertips and the slight numbness in her lips joined with the buzz of the alcohol and the knowledge of hot stares on her skin to create a delicious sensation.
“Another drink and I might have let one of those animals lay with me,” she said, and her clit twinged at the thought.
You couldn’t even call it lovemaking, she thought. Her nostrils twitched at the imagined scent of human musk. No subtlety at all, you can tell just by looking at them. Just pure bestial need.
The magic surrounding her shifted, and the elf almost laughed aloud as she sensed a clumsy, furtive movement towards her silk purse.
A pickpocket. How truly amusing. With a minor mental effort, she chose to allow the contact, lowering her defenses as she planned a magical prank on the short, slight human male foolishly attempting to plunder her.
His hand slipped into the purse, and the teeth of a tiny construct snapped shut on the thief’s fingers.
A little suppressed grunt of pain and surprise came from the slender human. Majeine turned round on him slowly, eyes crackling with mana, mouth wide in an indulgent grin.
“Found something you weren’t looking for, little human?” she purred.
He made a motion with his free right hand, and Majeine reawakened her defenses just a moment too late.
A handful of street dirt flew straight into her beautiful, wide green elf-eyes, and she screeched in alarm, both hands rushing up to wipe her face. She didn’t see the human jerk his hand from her pouch.
The words of a spell of total incineration were pushing up into her mouth almost without conscious effort, an archmage’s instinct of self-preservation, when a burning pillar of agony thrust itself up through her whole mental world.
It was a tiny little knife, a little paring knife from a kitchen, just a few inches long, that the human thief had driven with all his strength up under her chin. The blade had skewered her tongue and embedded in the roof of her mouth, and suddenly there was hot blood spurting through her lips, dribbling down her throat.
Majeine’s spell vanished in a wet keening sound of pain.
She couldn’t see. She couldn’t hear anything through the overpowering sensation of the knife piercing her flesh. Her little show-off spells evaporated in a sizzle of uncontrolled mana without the guide of her well-trained mind.
The thief kicked her legs out from under her, and Majeine collapsed forward into her hands and knees, her diaphanous clothes disarrayed.
She didn’t hear the gasp of lust from her attacker, or see the wavering indecision on his face.
Then she made another sound, an agonized moan, accompanied by a shudder of her lush body, and the human could resist no longer. He gripped the elf by her flowing golden hair, and she barely resisted as he dragged her into a filthy alleyway.
There was a confusing fury of emotions filling Majeine’s consciousness – insulted anger at the outrageous treatment she was receiving, cold little cruelties spinning with ideas of vengeance, embarrassment at her total lack of effective resistance so far, and sitting above it all a cool certainty that it was, of course, impossible for a human to defeat an elven archmage, certainly not her.
It would only be a matter of a few moments to collect herself, to shake her various faculties back into order, and to call up those mystical resources she could access without the use of her mangled tongue.
The thief drove his knee between her legs with a grunt, and the impact sent an aching wave of pain up through the core of her body. Blood bubbling from her lips, she rolled over onto her belly, trying to crawl away from this little savage. She just needed a few seconds undistracted…
Jetan knew how much danger her was in. The busty elf wench was obviously a sorceress, and probably a powerful one – which was exactly why he’d disabled her mouth. But surely there were magical tricks she could play on him, wands or potions or something like that.
He felt a desperate desire to flee, but the greed and lust that filled him at the sight of Majeine’s shapely ass wiggling as she tried to crawl away were stronger by far.
Hefting a loose paving-stone, he brought it down on the back of her head with all his strength.
The impact sent her face slamming against the pavement, a splitting agony filling her consciousness, and once again her plans popped like a soap bubble. The double impact drove away all real thought, leaving nothing but pain, a dull red sheen in her mind shot through with black lightning.
Her ears were ringing, blood pouring down her pretty face, as Jetan jerked her head back by the hair.
“Uppity elf cunt,” he hissed quietly.
Then he pushed aside the flimsy, sheer fabric covering her lovely bottom and pressed his painfully erect cockhead between her cheeks.
“Hrrk!” She choked at the unwelcome intrusion. The only lubrication was their mingled sweat, but it did the job as Jetan’s prick inched slowly up Majeine’s untouched elven asshole.
“You like that, you fucking bitch?” he said as he pushed in deeper. “Like that human dick? Fucking slut.”
He grabbed her ears and twisted them, pulling her head back towards himself, bending her body into an aching bow. She whimpered and keened, unable to open her mouth from the knife impaling it.
Somehow the pain from her ears touched Majeine in a way that none of the other agonies had. She had never been stabbed before, or kicked between her legs, or beaten with stones, and in a way those still felt unreal even as her body was sizzling with terrible pain.
But her ears! Her long, sensitive elven ears! Her eyes twitched, burning with tears, her face contorting at the pure, degrading humiliation of this filthy human thief abusing her ears!
“Fuck, you’ve got a tight ass,” he grunted. “Almost… Ahh!”
He sighed as he gave one final push and planted himself balls deep into her rear, feeling her pillowy behind soft against his hipbones.
“That’s more like it, huh, slut? You like that?”
He rocked back and forth, sawing his cock in and out of her tight little butthole, breath rasping from the effort.
Majeine’s shaking hands groped up, and with a squeal of pain she managed to jerk the knife out from under her chin, drawing the little blade free with a spurt of blood. She turned her head back to look at Jetan.
He saw something in her pleading eyes that made his dick harden even more.
“No you don’t,” he said, and hooked two fingers of his right hand into her mouth.
The taste of human sweat filled her mouth, mixing with the taste of blood and dirt. His cock was so fucking big inside her, it was stretching her out, sending sensations she’d never felt galloping through her overstimulated body.
She was flat on the pavement, her breasts pressed against the stone, cold through her thin dress. His fingers were in her mouth, his left hand still gripping her ear and sending tingles into her concussed brain. His human dick was plunging in and out of her, opening her up over and over again.
She was being ruined, degraded, ravished in every possible way by this human beast, this wretched lesser being, who she should have been able to obliterate with a single word – if she could only speak!
Her left eye twitched and squeezed almost shut as she came.
Jetan felt her asshole squeeze down on him and grinned. “Knew you fucking liked that. All you elf whores like it up the ass, don’t you?”
Majeine couldn’t defend her race, not with his fingers in her mouth. Not with the way her sick pleasure and terrible pain were playing off each other inside her, sparking back and forth as her orgasm drew on and on.
“Fucking prancing around in these slutty clothes. Fucking asking for a human dick up your prissy ass. So fucking easy.”
He pulled his fingers out of her mouth and smacked her ass hard, feeling her flesh tremble.
“Get ready,” he grunted, and Majeine just whined helplessly.
He twisted her left ear again, gripped her right asscheek tightly, and drove himself as hard as he could into her clasping butthole. Once, twice, scraping her lush body across the pavement. On the third powerful thrust, he gasped as he came.
Jetan held himself inside her, pressing down on her as he emptied his balls up her ass in powerful spurts of human seed.
Totally defeated, orgasmed into stupidity, Majeine mumbled nothingnesses into the dirty pavement.
Jetan grabbed his little paring knife, and she vaguely tried to scramble away, but her body was still shivering with orgasmic aftershocks.
He set the tip of the knife in her right ear.
“Now that I know how easy it is, I’m gonna rape every one of you sluts I see,” he said, and hammered his right palm onto the handle of the knife.
The blow drove the blade and most of the hilt right into Majeine’s brain. Her jaw dropped wide open, her eyes rolling wildly this way and that, stupid burbles falling from her mouth as the language centers of her brain were skewered.
Little sparks of magic shot out of her eyes, and Jetan snagged her silk purse hurriedly. He pulled his softening dick out of her ass with a vile slurping sound and scooted away as the archmage’s body flopped mindlessly, settled, and lay still.
Her ears flickered from time to time, her eyes moving idiotically from here to there. After a few minutes, Jetan breathed a sigh of relief.
“That slut’s not comin’ back anytime soon,” he said.
Standing up, he brushed himself off, then grabbed a fistful of her clothes to wipe off his cock. He left the elf lying in the dark alley, lobotomized, humiliated, and stuffed with human semen.
Posted Aug 19, 2024, 11:20 PM UTC