From Shera to Cherry Ch. 01

Heavy silence fell on the room. Sherara didn't dare get up, hoping her submissive position would help calm the beast in front of her. The rogue knew she had absolutely no chance taking on the orc woman, or running away from her so there was only one thing to do. "I am really, really sorry..." the elf's trembling voice was quickly cut by a kick to her neck, sending the girl crushing on the wall a full four yards back. Bringing her hands to her neck, the elf desperately tried to catch her breath again, but failed to do so and felt tears running down her eyes as she gasped for air. Gelka took slow, calm steps towards the elf, feeding on the sight of the elf cowering terrified. Indeed, Sherara could no longer contain herself and was trembling all over, realising that pleading was useless. Her fear would keep her from forming words anyway. Even as her brain screamed that she should at least attempt to run away, she could not send the message to her nerves. She just stayed there, tears rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably.

The orc lowered herself to Sherara's level and the elf kept trying to become one with the wall, but failed miserably. A lightning-fast slap followed, that made the elf see stars. Before she was even able to fall to the side, another slap came from the opposite direction, balancing the elf again in the most painful way possible. The woman's face was now inches from Sherara's and the elf's mind had become blank, moments away from cracking. A few seconds passed and the silence was killing the girl, who kept having one horrible image of torture after another flash through her eyes. With a sudden move the orc slammed a muscly hand to the wall right next to Sherara's head, the elf letting out an unvoiced yelp, her face sweating and crying non-stop. The elf's eyes suddenly went wide, and she seemed to tense even more, as if that was possible. Gelka looked at the girl's eyes curiously, noticing a slight red on her cheeks, contrasted to her otherwise drained-of-color face. Even curiouser, Gelka looked down at the elf holding her belly tight with hands white from the effort, as a small dark stain had formed on the elf's leather pants.

Gelka looked back at the elf, who hadn't managed to take her eyes off the orc all the while. To Gelka's experience, while pissing from fear wasn't exactly uncommon, the victims never understood what had happened until it was too late. The elf had just leaked a bit but managed to stop herself from going further, which meant what...? Getting closer to the girl's face, the orc caught the very faint fragrance of wild-berries, and suddenly the answer became obvious. She threw her head back with a thunderous laughter that made Sherara's blood freeze.

Sherara on the other hand could not believe how bad her body's timing was. Even in the face of immediate danger, her urge to pee was only getting stronger and stronger. She kept pressuring her belly to restrain herself, but she was sure she had already let out a bit, judging by the wet sensation near her privates. The orc moved the hand on the wall closer to Sherara's face, and finally touched the elf with the back of her hand, softly caressing the girl's face. The elf whimpered, knowing that violence was about to follow and sure enough the orc grasped Sherara's hair, suddenly dragging her towards the table. The girl screamed, feeling unbelievable pressure from her skull and tried to no avail to free herself from the orc's iron grasp. With one mighty motion she lifted the girl from the ground and slammed her on the table, on her back, taking a step back to admite the view. The elf quickly crawled on her side and gasped from the pain, one hand grasping her own hair and the other hugging her stomach tightly as her feet moved fervouresly in an effort to direct her belly's attention elsewhere.

"You fucking idiot, you drank mooncharm, didn't you?" the orc asked laughing. Up until now she was considering how best to break the girl's bones so as to cause her more pain, but now a much more interesting solution presented itself to her. A new kind of torture that Gelka hadn't had much chance to experiment with in the past, minus the crashing of a troll's balls after teasing his dick, when she was young. Except the troll at that point could regrow even his balls within a few months, and he was trying to have his way with her to begin with. The elf in front of her was the exact opposite of Gelka as far as bodies went, with a chest that barely differed from a boy's and an ass that was almost in direct line with her back. Moreover the elf's body was clearly untrained and she seemed to lack the strength of character to make up for it. She was practically perfect, way above any regenerating troll. Gelka licked her lips.

Poor Sherara had no idea what "mooncharm" was, as she tried desperately to hold her blabber from exploding. Her hair had falled on her face, sticking to it because of her sweat, tears and drool, and her whole body ached all over. She was certain she was going to die there and it clearly wouldn't be a pretty death either. The last bit of herself that hadn't faded away to panic was trying to avoid the embarassment of pissing in front of others and didn't leave much room for thought to her. "We give mooncharm to the she-wolves, to help them mate with the bigger, dire wolves, so they can have stronger babies." the orc explained casually, drinking in the sight before her. "It relaxes their lower bodies, so they don't have any control over it and the dicks can open them easier." Sherara, whimpered in response. Control of her legs had been fading for a while now, but she just realised it in shock, her frantic movements becoming more and more sluggish.

Gelka walked to where the mooncharm was kept, barely able to contain her excitement. The elf wasn't going anywhere at this point, so she didn't have to worry about the little thief escaping. Spotting the bottle she picked it up and opened it, taking a look at the almost drained contents. "Hahahah! You drank almost all of it! We don't give the she-wolves more than a sip!" She dashed back to where the elf was writhing in agony, not wanting to miss a second of the spectacle. It was a first for a humanoid to drink this and Gelka couldn't wait to see the results.

In panic Sherara realised her left hand was no longer obeying her. The scary part was though that she could still feel the cold table underneath it, along with the leather of her blouse. Realising she had no chance of holding it in for much longer, she quickly worked with her right hand to undo the belt before she lost control of it too. Finally managing to work away with the straps, she tried to pull her pants down, when a green hand stopped her. "Did anyone give you permission to do that?!" the orc grinned, and Sherara tried in sheer desperation to yank the she-orc's hand away. This was the only suit she had, if she let out in it... Using her other hand, the orc moved one of Sherara's feet to her right side, locking it with her elbow that kept the elf's hand from moving. With a slight push the orc moved the elf's other unresponsive foot out of the way, leaving the girl spread and with her leather pants still on in front of the orc. No longer able to distract herself with movements, the elf made one last pathetic plea to the orc. "Please, mercy. Let me take it off." The orc smiled. "Not a chance."

With a cry of embarassment, the elf finally started letting off, her head moving desperately from left to right in an effort to hide herself from the ugly truth. A warm sensation bloomed between her legs, which in a second started to spread all over her pants. Gelka let the elf's hand, now paralyzed as well, go and tried to take everything in, memorizing the image of a grown girl wetting herself forever. The girl's pants kept getting darker and darker, the piss starting to extend all the way to her knees and running underneath her stomach, covering the elf in a wonderful combination of wetness and shame. The girl was crying in woes now, having lost all sense of self-control and begging for her mommy and daddy to come save her from the embarassment.

Shera tried to kick desperately, but the girls in front of her were too quick for her to land any hits. The girl behind her tightened the grip on her hands, limiting Shera's kicks as well. Another girl grabbed her feet while the leader, a bully called Goshi slapped Shera with all her might. The girl started seeing stars as Goshi's hand was imprinted on her seven year old cheek. "You just tried to kick us!" she accused, grabbing the small pouch carrying Shera's pocket money, that she had been trying to get from the start. Shera tried to free herself but to no avail. "This is mine." pointed Goshi at the pouch, "And this is for being a violent little bitch!" Two more slaps followed. Shera couldn't take it anymore, she started crying for help that would never come in the shadowy woods near Silvermoon. Another slap followed.

"Hey Goshi, check it out!" Goshi looked curiously and then brought her hands to her mouth. "Wow! I can't believe it!" "What is it?" asked the girl behind Shera, unable to see what the others were looking at. Shera looked down, only to realise there was something dripping from under her skirt. Goshi raised the cloth to reveal Shera's white panties getting darker, the girl having no control over it. Now fighting even more desperately to free herself, Shera squirmed around as hard as she could, but it was like her captors' hold on her had become iron. "What the hell?" "Has she no shame?" "Holy... I can't wait to tell the class about this!" As the cloth kept getting darker, Goshi let out a chuckle, which soon triggered a chain reaction from the group. They all started laughing hysterically, as Shera kept crying, unable to hide her shame.

When the dark stains finally stopped expanding, the girl's pants were dark all the way to her boots and Gelka just couldn't have enough of it. She felt a small wetness of her own between her panties, that was of totally different nature to the elf's though. At some point and without either herself or the elf noticing, she had slipped her hand beneath her pants, rubbing herself through her underwear. When she finally became self-conscious of it, she slowly took her hand out, then brought it to her mouth and started licking the moistness from her fingers, all the while fixated on the girl on the table. This was not nearly enough. Now that she had gotten a slight taste of the elf, she wouldn't stop until she devoured her whole.

Gelka inspected the girl and saw something she didn't like. While the image of her pissed-black pants and heavy breathing was wonderful, there was something that didn't fit Gelka's new toy at all. The orc started undoing the elf's boots, who paid her no mind as she couldn't stop sobbing uncontrollably. Boots were shoes made for strong people who used them to traverse the land. Gelka's toy didn't need boots. Taking them off along with the socks, the elf's small toes were revealed, paralyzed but beautiful, compared to the she-orc's savage-looking claws. Their size alone made them cute enough to tempt the orc. It took all of Gelka's self-control not to start teasing the elf through her feet.Moving to the other boot she repeated the process, taking her time to behold the nude flesh underneath being revealed to the world.

The orc pinched the elf's arm and got rewarded with a strong whimper, confirming her suspicions that despite her paralysis, the elf could still feel everything. Picking the elf up from the armpits, Gelka started carrying the elf through the opening in the back, where a hall was revealed that led to various smaller rooms. Sherara's bare feet were being dragged on the cold stone floor, but even knowing she was being taken further in hell, there was nothing she could do. And even if she could move, she no longer had the emotional strength to do so. Her dignity had already been stripped away from her and now she was no better than a child, that needed diapers locked around its legs and adults to help it survive. How much worse could things get?

Gelka's room was the biggest amongst those in the hall, with two tables, a big cozy armchair and a queen-sized bed being the most prominent furniture. The first table was a small wooden one to the side, with parchments, ink, small sacks of gold and a few books on it for Gelka to manage the tavern's business and count her profits. The other table, much larger and metallic, was normally used for the orc to throw stuff on. Gelka was never a fun of careful placement, preferring to have everything ready within arm's reach. Leaving the elf on the floor, where she visibly shivered from the cold, Gelka shuffled through the tables contents until finally finding what she was looking for. An iron collar, connected to a study chain with a hook on the other end. She threw the items unceremoniously to her bed, and lifted the girl again.

Everything was like a nightmare to Sherara, moving too quickly for her to follow and requiring much more strength than she could muster in her paralyzed state. In the back of her head she was wondering why she hadn't been beaten to death yet, but she could hardly focus on the thought right now, as it kept getting interrupted by embarrassing images from her childhood, when Sherara wanted nothing but to die. It was the same now. After all these years of living her worthless life, Sherara had managed to make no moves forward. She was still the same worthless brat that had pissed herself in school and was crying for daddy to come save her. The thought brought new tears to her eyes and she barely noticed the orc sitting on the armchair and bending her on her legs.

Sherara couldn't lift her head on her own anymore but snapped to attention when she felt a hand caressing her wet behinds. The hand was much bigger than the elf's and certainly way less gentle, as it switched every now and then from caressing to groping her cheeks without remorse. The orc was smiling, but all the girl could see was her hands hanging uselessly from her sides and the floor below her. The caressing continued, with the orc's thumb every now and then sneaking from her wet ass-cheeks to pressure the girl's wet privates, painting the elf's face red anew.

"You tried to steal from me..." the orc began. Sherara didn't dare interrupt or plead again, that would only make things worse. "Do you know what we do to cheeky little thieves around here?" the orc continued. Sherara couldn't shake her head, but managed to offer a weak "No." in response. The orc's hand grabbed Sherara from the chin and forced the girl to look at her. "We cut off their hands and then send them back to their families." the orc said grimly, failing to hide a sadistic smile from her face. Sherara didn't dare ask if she meant they send the cut limbs back to the family or the butchered thieves themselves. Both options were terrifying her. "Do you want that to happen to you?" the orc asked, her voice dripping poison. Sherara could only offer another meek "No." in response. She had just realised the orc had a cleaver tied to the side of her tank top.

The orc kept staring straight to the girl's eyes, until the blood elf could no longer take the gaze and turned her eyes away. "I am willing to let you keep your hands, useless as they are. But in return you will be my doll." The orc let the words sink in. "You will not hide anything from me. You will not do anything without me telling you to. If I feel like hurting you, and I will, I will hurt you. If I ever get bored there is nothing to stop me from going chop-chop on your hands. Do you understand?" Sherara gulped as much as her paralysis would allow. She already knew there would be no mercy, she would suffer without reason from now on. "Yes." she answered. "Good, I am mistress Gelka, say it." the orc smiled. "Gelka" said the elf submissively. An immediate slap to her face brought new tears to Sherara's eyes. "I told you MISTRESS Gelka you useless slut!" the orc shouted, making the elf tremble again.

Of course Gelka already expected that the elf would forget to add the title. It was natural to do so under so much pressure and the orc wasn't really mad at her for it. But it was a good chance for the elf to lose any feeling of safety she might have had and plunge even deeper into despair. "Mistress Gelka! Mistress Gelka!" the elf pleaded, as the orc was raising her hand to slap the girl again. A red hand mark was now covering Sherara's face, a stinging that was mere taste of what her new life had in store for her. "What's your name, doll?" the orc required and suddenly there was an almost stoic touch to her voice. The quick changes in tone, panicked the elf, who quickly answered with her name. "Sherara, mistress Gelka." The orc sighed in disapproval, as if she was a parent who had just seen her child mess up. The elf was unnerved by all this. "Sherara is no name for a doll my little girl..." said the orc. "From now on your name will be... Cherry." Cherry could only whimper in acceptance.

"Now then Cherry, you tried to do something very bad before and we need to make you feel sorry for it, or you won't learn." said Gelka in a motherly tone again. While speaking she started caressing Cherry's wet ass cheeks again. The orc was enjoying the disappointed parent game much more than she believed she could. Gently letting go of the elf's face that she had been holding until now, she started massaging the girl's back and ass-cheeks with both hands, feeling the flesh shiver through the leather. Cherry's head was facing the floor again, and small voices of discomfort was all she dared let out as the orc's hands kept touching her butt more and more inappropriately.

Finally having enjoyed the teasing thoroughly, Gelka kept the elf locked down with one hand while she pulled down the girl's pants with the other. She kept pulling the cloth until it was fondled on the girl's immobile feet and admired the goods that were hidden underneath it. Despite being flat, the girl had a very beautiful bum, red in most parts from the piss reacting with her otherwise smooth skin. Gelka on the other hand was quite proud of her assets' size, but the color had long since stopped being a cute light green and was now the same darker shade like the rest of her body. The orc started massaging the beautiful bare skin, stopping only to run her hand up and down the small area that was covered by Cherry's piss-soaked panties. The material had become completely sticky and so Gelka couldn't get enough of sliding her hands between the thin layer of clothing covering the elf's delicate petals. "I forgot to mention Cherry, crying and moaning will always be allowed." the orc laughed.

Cherry was lost in the feelings. It was a definitely a first for her to be touched down there by a woman, but then again many things had been a first for her today and none of them was good. The truth was that the girl had only had sex once before, a few months back. One of the guards in Silvermoon had caught her trying to climb a balcony and wanted to return her to her parents. The girl had managed to bargain her way by offering her body in response to the guard overlooking a few things. Reluctangly the guard had accepted and Cherry was taken for the first time behind a statue in a busy district. Despite wanting to whine about it being a rape though, Cherry had fond memories of the incident. As soon as the guard had discovered she was a virgin, he started treating her with much more care, licking her to orgasm three times before he had finally penetrated her. After the act, which was as sweet as possible, he took her to an inn where she was laid to sleep while the guard returned to duty.

Upon waking up, (and whenever Cherry felt frustrated since then), the girl played with herself to the memory of the act, though she hadn't yet managed to reach orgasm on her own. Feeling the orc's fingers run through her privates, Cherry couldn't help herself but let out a small moan, remembering a tongue doing similar maneuvers on her body. Gelka wasn't the kind of person who loved with flowers though. She wanted her sex to be hot, rough and messy and her Cherry hadn't done anything to deserve a reward. On the contrary in fact. After teasing her doll for a bit Gelka pinched the nether lips of the girl hand through her panties. The elf let out a sharp yelp and started letting out cries of pain, mixed with crying. Gelka smiled and went back to teasing the girl who was involuntarily getting aroused again.