They kept Dastiya in the dungeons a whole week before her first raping.  

 

She was left naked.  Her food and water were provided to her in pet bowls, and if she used her hands in eating from them, the guards would come into her cell and beat her with batons.  Dastiya was stubborn, and made them beat her every time, before she finally condescended to lick her meals up with tongue like a slutty nude kitten.

 

Someone had left her a sex toy as a cruel joke - a smooth stone dildo - and Dastiya went a whole four days before she gave in and used it, furtively, in the night.  There was nothing else to *do* in her cell, after all.

 

The guards all called her “Princess Cocksleeve”, in accordance with her mother’s edict, but Dastiya refused to respond to it, even when it earned her further beatings.  She would keep as much of her dignity as possible, even in these dire circumstances.

 

Red Horn came to visit her on the first day.  Dastiya tried to stand to meet him, but he put a hand on her shoulder and roughly pushed her back down to her knees, so that her face was level with his monstrous cock.

 

“You should thank me,” he told her, in his rough bestial voice.

 

His cock twitched in front of her lips, and Dastiya had no illusions as to how he expected to be thanked.

 

She spat on his cock instead.

 

Red Horn casually cuffed her across the face in reply.

 

“You were convicted of treason,” he told her.  “What is the normal punishment for treason among your people, Daksya?”

 

“My name is Dastiya,” said the princess, “and the punishment is death.  And I would rather die, than be… bred by you.”

 

“Really?” said Red Horn.  “I think not.  My people have some very… creative ways of putting females to death.  They would not be swift, nor would they leave you with any dignity.  I think you are speaking as the brainless child you are.”

 

He laughed.

 

“But in any case, the choice is not yours,” he said.  “You are sentenced to impregnation, and I will deliver that sentence.  I do not think you are aware of what an exceptional honour it will be to carry my litter, Princess Cocksleeve.”

 

Dastiya shuddered, and looked away from him.

 

He offered her a flask.  “I have brought you medicines to aid your upcoming experience.  I recommend you drink them.”

 

Dastiya made no response, so Red Horn cuffed her again.

 

“You can drink it,” he said, “or you can be made to drink it.  I am doing you a favour by letting you drink it on your own terms.”

 

“What is it?” asked Dastiya.

 

“Certain beastfolk medicines,” he said.  “Some will make the process of your rape more pleasurable for you.  The depth of the average elven vagina is only three to five inches, I am told.  Whereas my cock is eight and a half inches when hard.  I intend to bury the entire length within you, whether that is comfortable for you or not.  The medicine will help your cervix to dilate - something that normally only happens during childbirth - to permit my cock to enter you fully.  I am told the experience is… quite breathtaking, for elven sluts.”

 

Dastiya wrinkled her face in disgust, and turned away again.

 

“It will also heighten your arousal,” said Red Horn, “so that you will be wet for me.  You may consider this demeaning, but I suggest that you will find it quite painful and traumatic to be raped if your pussy is dry.  This is better.”

 

Dastiya still said nothing.

 

“And finally it will help to promote your milk production,” said Red Horn.  “The average beastfolk litter size is four.  Elven whores have only two udders, each of which are undersized by beastfolk standards.  The drugs will help your udders swell and grow, and produce more milk, and produce milk prior to birth, so that we can prepare a supply in advance for your babies.  I hope to have the cunt who birthed you also wet-nurse the pups, and perhaps your cunt-mates, but it is best to be prepared.”

 

When Dastiya was still silent, Red Horn went on.  “I am told that the experience of having a full litter of beastfolk pups dry-sucking around the clock at empty teats can be quite agonising, Daksya.  My advice is to do what it takes to avoid that scenario.”

 

“I’ll drink,” said Dastiya quietly.  “Either I drink, or you force me to drink, right?”

 

“Correct,” said Red Horn.   He passed her the flask.  “The drugs, of course, are mixed in the favourite fluid of elven whores - semen.  Enjoy.”

 

Dastiya gulped from the flask.  She wished it didn’t taste good.  She wished her body didn’t seem to crave the taste of beastfolk cum.  She gulped it all down, until the flask was empty.

 

“Good girl,” said Red Horn.  “Another flask will come for you each morning.  Be a good girl and drink it.”

 

===

 

Dastiya didn’t feel any effect from that first flask of cum and drugs, but she did shortly after drinking her second dose.  She felt her breasts begin to tingle - along with an answering tingle in her pussy.  Her tits felt sensitive and swollen, and when she ran her hands over her nipples it produced an involuntary gasp.

 

On the third day the feeling was even stronger.  It felt hard to ignore her pussy and her boobs.  It was like they were constantly calling for her attention.  She couldn’t see any visible change in her breasts but they *felt* larger - like balloons with too much air in them.

 

That afternoon, Dastiya experienced her first milking, and she soon learned this would happen every subsequent day of her life until she was impregnated and then gave birth.  Beastfolk came into her cell and chained her into a wooden frame, so that she was standing upright, but slightly bent over, with her tits hanging forward, and her arms and legs spread.

 

Then Dastiya’s sister Ellora - who they were now calling “Cunt” - crawled into the room, half naked, and began to eagerly lick at Dastiya’s pussy, giving her what she called “the blessing”.  Dastiya screamed at this, and begged Ellora not to do so such a lewd, incestuous thing, but Ellora barely seemed to hear.  She looked entranced by Dastiya’s fuckhole, and licked at it with eagerness and lust.  She flicked her tongue over Dastiya’s clit, and pushed it up into Dastiya’s rape-tunnel, seeking the slutty nectar of Dastiya’s arousal.

 

They brought Queen Sylene down to watch this, and one of the worst aspects of it all was how Sylene stood outside Dastiya’s cell, visibly rubbing her pussy with a vacant expression on her face as she watched her middle daughter tongue-rape her eldest daughter.  Dastiya couldn’t bear the thought that her own mother was gaining sexual entertainment from her incestuous rape - but it was clearly what was happening.

 

Then a long-horned goat-man grabbed Dastiya’s swollen tits, and began to milk them into a bucket held by a slimy frog-man.  Dastiya was not yet lactating, and no milk came forth, but each rhythmic squeeze of her swollen fuckbags made her scream with agony - until finally she felt herself unexpectedly orgasming against her sister’s tongue.

 

The beastfolk laughed, and Ellora stopped licking, and they all retreated, setting Dastiya loose from the frame, to shake and shiver on the floor in memory of the pain in her breasts, and the way she had cum from being cunt-licked by her own sister.

 

“We will come again tomorrow,” said the goat man, and Dastiya knew it was true.

 

===

 

Red Horn came again on the last day before Dastiya’s first rape.  

 

“Beastfolk pups grow into full physical and mental maturity within two years,” said Red Horn, “and upon reaching maturity it is customary for them to repeatedly rape their mothers, to satisfy their sexual urges, until they leave home to find their own bitches.  As an elven whore, you probably never expected to be a fucktoy for your own sons, but I suggest you start practicing to satisfy them.”

 

Dastiya moaned.  What Red Horn was saying was vile - but after a week of drinking her drugs, it was hard for Dastiya to think about anything other than her tits and pussy.  She dreaded her next milking - but also she longed for the soft eroticism of her sister’s tongue.  It would feel so good to have Ellora push her tongue deep into Dastiya’s soaking wet fuckhole…

 

“Things can go two ways for you, you know,” said Red Horn.  “After you give birth.  The sentence was only that you be impregnated.  At that point your sentence ends.  Now, of course, you will carry the litter to term - it is a crime in both your land and ours to terminate a pregnancy - but after that the law has little to say on what should be done with you.”

 

Dastiya looked up at him with curiosity.

 

“Do you want to hear more?” asked Red Horn.  “Or shall I go?”

 

He shook his huge cock in Dastiya’s face.

 

Dastiya blushed.  He was offering her a shred of hope.  She needed that hope.  Reluctantly, she opened her mouth, and began to suck on the end of Red Horn’s phallus.

 

“Good girl,” sighed Red Horn.  “One possibility is that, as an unowned cunt who has birthed a beastfolk litter, you immediately become the property of your strongest male spawn.  That will likely result in a life of being raped by your children, and subsequently whored out to improve the family finances.”

 

Dastiya moaned around her mouthful of cock.

 

“The other is that your obligation ends with childbirth,” said Red Horn.  “You can return to government service - as a warrior-doll, if you choose, or in any other role - and consider your crimes expunged.”

 

He looked down at her.

 

“I imagine the Bimbo Queen will look to me for advice as to which of these paths to take,” he said.  “Which would you like?”

 

She tried to talk with a mouthful of cock, but only made incoherent noises.

 

Red Horn laughed.

 

“Of course you would like to be a warrior-doll again,” he said.  “Well, if you want that mercy, I need to know that you have accepted your rightful place in the world, Daksya.  If you want that to happen, then each time you are raped in front of the elven court, you will first give a small speech about the proper nature and role of elven women.  Can you do that for me?”

 

Dastiya knew what he wanted.  It sickened her.

 

But it was becoming clear to her that she really was at his mercy.  She would not be allowed dignity, no matter how she struggled for it.  She *would* be raped, and impregnated - publicly - and she would be forced to deliver grotesque beastfolk children.  All she could control was how much mercy her beastfolk captors showed her.

 

It was in her interests to be a good girl.

 

“Yes, sir,” she mumbled, around her mouthful of dick.

 

Red Horn laughed, and then orgasmed, ejaculating into Dastiya’s waiting mouth.

 

===

 

They brought Dastiya nude into the royal court for her first rape.  The entire court was there - every noble that Dastiya had grown up with, or had treated as surrogate family, or ever interacted with.  In addition, some of her senior Steel Flowers were in attendance, plus a large number of beastfolk.

 

The guards made her spread her pussy with her hands, and then dragged her around the court to show everyone present her tits and her cunt.

 

Every male in the court had their cocks out.  Some were masturbating.  Many more were receiving blowjobs from their wives or girlfriends or - in some cases, to Dastiya’s shock, their daughters.  Dastiya’s mother, Queen Sylene, had her tits out, with what was obviously beastman cum smeared on their upper slopes, and her legs were spread so that Ellora could kneel between them and lick her mother’s pussy.

 

Red Horn stood to one side of Sylene and behind her, with his cock resting on her shoulder, and its tip visibly dripping pre-cum onto the Queen’s cleavage.  Dastiya’s youngest sister Liri stood on the Queen’s other side, and she too was masturbating, although she was blushing heavily and was clearly being forced to engage in this embarrassing activity.

 

Three royal artists had easels set up and were making sketches of Dastiya’s naked body.  Dastiya remembered her mother’s promise that a public sculpture would be made of Dastiya’s rape and impregnation.

 

They brought Dastiya to the middle of the court and made her kneel. 

 

It was time for her speech.

 

She was blushing before she even started, because what she was saying was a betrayal of everything that she believed.  But it was the only way she would ever be free again to hold a role of respect.

 

“I wish to apologise to this court for playing dress-up as a warrior,” she said, her face red.  “It is clear to me, as it is clear to all of you, that no elven woman has the strength or the capacity for rational thinking necessary to be a soldier.  We are no better than animals that think with our cunts.  I am sorry to everyone who I cockteased with my slutty soldier costume.  I deserve what is about to happen to me.”

 

When she was done, Red Horn came over to her.  Dastiya moved forward, onto all fours.  Pillows had to be placed under her knees to raise her ass and pussy upwards.  Then Red Horn knelt behind her, and slid his cock into her pussy

 

It should have hurt.  It should have been degrading.  But after a week of Red Horn’s drugs, it just felt good.  It felt *right*.  She felt the tip of his cock bump against her cervix - and then she moaned in mixed horror, pain, and lust as she felt her cervix begin to *dilate*.  It felt like giving birth in reverse.  She screamed as Red Horn pushed into her, and she didn’t know whether it was a scream of pain, or of deep, slutty *need*.

 

After that, she couldn’t think straight about anything.  All that mattered was Red Horn’s cock filling her pussy, rubbing along her G-spot, forcing its way into her dilated cervix.

 

At some point someone called out, “The Bimbo Queen has orgasmed from watching her daughter being raped.”

 

Then, later, “The traitor Cocksleeve Princess has orgasmed from rape.”

 

(Had she?  She realised that she had.  That was why she felt so good.  Could it happen again?)

 

It could.

 

“The traitor Cocksleeve Princess has orgasmed a second time from rape.”

 

Then:

 

“Princess Sex-Decoration has orgasmed from watching her cunt-mate’s rape.”

 

And then finally she felt Red-Horn cumming, soaking her womb with beastfolk cum, and when she realised that was happening she started to orgasm a third time herself.

 

She had just orgasmed from rape three times.  And every elf she had ever known had just derived sexual satisfaction from watching her rape, including her mother and sister.

 

Was it possible Red Horn was right?  How could she ever have pretended to dignity in a world where she could do this - cum from public rape in front of her own mother?  

 

“Maybe the bitch is pregnant now,” said Red Horn.  “More likely, she will take more tries.  Take her back to her cell for milking, and we shall try this again tomorrow.”

 

And at the reminder that she was going to be publicly raped every day until Red Horn put his babies into her, Dastiya felt herself traitorously orgasming one more time…

 

(TO BE CONTINUED)