"Bring up the elven bitch!" snapped the Draconian torture master.

 The two burly Draconians holding Laurana up by her thin arms dragged the limp young woman forward.  The leather masked torture master seized the thick chain attached to both of Laurana's heavy wrist manacles and jerked her towards him.

 "Not so smart now, are you bitch?" grinned the torture master, digging his claws into Laurana's bare left buttock.  The elf woman grimaced as the sharp claws pierced her luscious flesh and drew blood that trickled down the back of her left leg.

 The torture master raised up Laurana's arms and hung her manacle chain upon a sharp hook fastened into the rock ceiling.  The leering Draconian flicked his long, sinuous tongue over Laurana's left armpit, his left claw slowly scratching across her taut belly.

 "I'm going to enjoy breaking you, elven whore," hissed the torture master, his roving claw descending between Laurana's legs to scratch her swollen pussy.

 Laurana groaned softly, her hips jerking away from the Draconian's touch, her cunt a tight mass of pain from the countless rapes she had endured on her way to the Death Cells beneath Neraka.

 The torture master sneered and slapped Laurana hard across the face.  He struck the naked elf woman a second time, cutting her lower lip.  The Draconian leaned forward and licked the blood dripping from Laurana's lip, then he snatched her lower jaw with his left claw and held her mouth open while he probed inside her throat with his wet, blood-stained tongue.  Laurana struggled in her manacles, the young woman's entire body writhed as the Draconian kissed her.  He grasped Laurana's left breast in his right claw and squeezed, his claws stabbing deep into her flesh, drawing a sharp moan of pain from her open mouth.

 One of the Draconian guards knelt next to Laurana's small ass and licked up her crack with his slithering tongue.  Laurana shuddered with revulsion as she felt the guard burrow his snout into her ass, his tongue caressing her abused pussy.  The torture master left Laurana's panting mouth and focused his attention upon her quivering tits.  He flicked his long tongue over each of Laurana's brown nipples, making her moan softly.  With blood staining her tiny chin, Laurana watched helplessly while the torture master feasted on her milky breasts, gnawing and sucking on her creamy orbs.  The bound elf woman moaned and arched her back as the Draconian guard nuzzling her ass licked her trembling cunt, his claws squeezing her rounded buttocks.

 The torture master's fangs pierced Laurana's erect nipples.  Laurana screamed, twitching in her manacles as spikes of pure agony stabbed into her wet tits.  Droplets of blood welled from Laurana's nipples, the torture master licked them eagerly, her blood warm and sweet to his palette.
The Draconian guard was licking each of Laurana's scratched buttocks while he stuck two fingers into her slit, thrusting them up into her moist sex.  Laurana's tight ass rolled up and down slowly, the elf woman gasping as she felt two thick fingers drive up into her cunt, probing into her vagina.

 The Draconian torture master uncoiled a whip from his belt and snapped it experimentally.
He stared malevolently at Laurana as he raised the whip and brought it down across her left tit.  Laurana screamed, the leather burning as it slid across her smooth white skin.  The torture master lashed Laurana again, raising a welt over her right breast.  Lash after lash descended upon Laurana, her throat became raw from screaming, welt upon welt appeared across her shivering white tits.

 The torture master stopped whipping Laurana.  He watched while she struggled for breath, sweat dripping from her naked body, her breasts completely covered in angry red welts.  The Draconian guard knelt between Laurana's legs, sucking on her pussy, drinking the heady nectar flowing from her golden twat.

 "Stop..stop it," begged Laurana in a hoarse whisper, her belly twitching from an uncontrollable orgasm.  More honey gushed from the elf woman's cunt, the Draconian beneath her growled with pleasure as he drank deeper from Laurana's musky crotch.

 The torture master twisted one of Laurana's bleeding nipples as he walked around the chained elf.  He snapped his whip while examining Laurana's bare back critically.  Laurana's almond-shaped eyes grew wide, she glanced behind her left shoulder, dreading what was to come.

 The Draconian slashed his whip down across Laurana's back.  Laurana screamed, her brief rest restoring her voice as the whip bit into her flesh again and again.  The elf woman's small wrists tugged against the iron manacles that held them.  Laurana fell forward, her long, golden hair covering her face and breasts while her back shivered with each kiss of the leather whip across her spine.  The torture master flogged Laurana remorselessly, lavishing long, searing, red bruises over the length of her back.  Indescribable pain filled Laurana's every thought, she could remember nothing else but the white hot agony that throbbed around her quaking spine.

 "Don't bruise her pretty ass," protested the guard between Laurana's quivering legs, reaching up to fondle one delicious buttock.

 "She's ready," announced the torture master, returning his whip onto his belt.

 Another muscular Draconian opened Laurana's manacles.  The bruised elf woman collapsed onto the rock floor, every nerve in her body on fire.

 The guard that had tasted Laurana's pussy stood up and opened his codpiece.  Laurana watched with glazed, pain-filled eyes as the Draconian's cock stiffened in front of her perspiring face.  The Draconian stroked Laurana's wet, blonde hair, then placed his claw against the back of her head and guided her mouth towards his prick.

 Laurana opened her mouth and let the Draconian's cock slide deep into her throat.  She moaned softly while she sucked on the guard's shaft, the thick member engorging between her moist lips.  The torture master knelt on the floor and raised up Laurana's left leg.  He bent down and pressed his snout against Laurana's glistening pussy, his tongue massaging her clit.  Laurana pressed both of her palms upon the floor while she sucked on the Draconian's member, drool and blood from her cut lip dripping from the rock-hard erection.  The guard held Laurana's head in both claws, pumping forward with his crotch, driving his shaft deeper into the elf woman's mouth.

 The torture master slowly licked the honey from Laurana's cunt one last time, then positioned his crotch between her slender legs, his claws pressed against the elf woman's gleaming buttocks.  The Draconian took his time easing his cock into Laurana's pussy, the slick member filling the young elf's vagina.  Laurana groaned around the prick stuffed inside her mouth as the torture master started humping her cunt, stabbing deep into her warm belly.  Thick cream began spilling from the guard's shaft, Laurana forced it out of her mouth with her tongue, allowing it to wash across her flushed cheeks and blood-stained chin.  The Draconian guard rubbed his leaking member across Laurana's lips, more of his milk splashing over her pert nose and mouth.

 While the torture master held up Laurana's leg and pumped his shaft into her small cunt hole, the Draconian guard placed his sticky prick between the young elf woman's tits and began thrusting back and forth on her bosom.  Laurana licked cum from her mouth and fought to breathe as the Draconian pressed her breasts against his shuddering member with his claws.  The moist head of the guard's cock smacked against Laurana's drenched chin as he slipped between her breasts over and over.  Laurana bit her lip when she felt the torture master's shaft swell inside her vagina.  He growled as he stabbed painfully into Laurana one final time and released his Draconian seed inside her.  The torture master slipped out his shuddering cock, and streams of semen squirted onto Laurana's flat stomach.  More cum splashed over the young elf woman's firm thighs while the Draconian guard pulled away from her milk-drenched tits.

 "Take the bitch away," ordered the torture master with a negligent wave of a claw.

 The heavy manacles were snapped back onto Laurana's wrists and she was yanked back onto her bare feet.  The two Draconians who had brought Laurana to the chamber held her slim arms while they drag-carried her back to her filthy cell.

The End.