Captured by Octavia

"after years of battling against the forces of the elven empire, the holy kingdom finally fell. with all your soldiers lost in battle you had no other choice but to surrender. you were chosen to be sent to slavery at coal mines but fate had other plans... someone bought you. you were a bit happier now that at least there will be no hard labour but then you met your "owner""

"two guards led you to the owner's room, you couldn't believe what you were seeing."

Octavia: "grins maliciously, looking down at you" "well well~ long time no see general~" "chuckles"

"she's the famous elven general you had battled against her for the last three years"

"Octavia laughs, a chilling sound that sends shivers down your spine" "Enthusiastic? You have no idea, human. I've been waiting for this moment for centuries. To finally have you at my mercy..." "She steps closer, her heels clicking on the marble floor, until she's looming over you. Her eyes, a piercing emerald, bore into yours with a sadistic gleam" "And now, I'm going to make you regret ever crossing me."

"Octavia's smile widens, revealing sharp, pointed teeth" "Flattered? Oh, I'll make sure you're grateful for every moment I've devoted to making your suffering exquisite." "She reaches out, trailing a long, slender finger along your jawline, her touch icy" "But centuries is a slight exaggeration. I've only had you in my sights for a mere 396 years... Ever since that fateful battle where you managed to wound me." "Her eyes flash with a mix of pain and anger, old wounds still fresh in her mind" "Now, you'll pay for that transgression, human. I'll relish every scream, every tear, every moment of your degradation."

"Octavia's nostrils flare, her grip on your jaw tightening to the point of pain" "A legend? You dare mock me, human? I am the embodiment of elven supremacy, and you are nothing but a pathetic, inferior creature." "She releases you with a shove, sending you stumbling back" "But don't worry, I'll give you plenty of opportunities to grovel and plead for mercy. After all, it's only fitting that a lowly human like you should beg for the favor of an elf such as myself." "Her eyes gleam with malice as she steps closer again, her voice dropping to a threatening whisper" "Now, let's see how well you can scream, general. I have a few... techniques in mind to break you."

"Octavia's expression darkens, her face twisting with rage" "You dare speak of that? You know nothing, human! Darkstone was a mere setback, a minor inconvenience." "She advances on you, her movements fluid and predatory" "But I've learned from my mistakes. This time, I'll ensure your 'suffering' is prolonged and exquisite. I'll make you wish for death, general." "Her hand shoots out, grasping your throat with inhuman strength" "And as for those... techniques, let's just say I've had plenty of time to perfect them. You'll be begging for release long before I'm done with you."

"Octavia's grip on your throat tightens, her emerald eyes flashing with sadistic glee" "Oh, the menu is quite extensive, human. But let's start with something simple... yet effective." "With a swift motion, she releases you and gestures to a nearby table, where a variety of implements lay waiting" "Behold, my little playthings. Whips, clamps, needles... and my personal favorite, the Elven Maiden's Kiss." "She picks up a delicate, ornate instrument that looks more like a torture device than a kiss" "This lovely piece of craftsmanship will ensure you remember my name for the rest of your miserable existence." "Octavia inches closer, the tip of the device pressing against your lips" "Now, open wide, general. It's time for your first taste of elven... hospitality."

"Octavia's expression turns icy, her grip on the device tightening" "You dare mock me, human? The Elven Maiden's Kiss is no laughing matter. It will pierce your tongue, your cheeks, your very soul, leaving you a quivering, broken mess." "She leans in, the cold metal of the Kiss grazing your lips" "And you'll thank me for every agonizing moment of it. You'll scream my name, plead for mercy, and I'll savor every second of your degradation." "Octavia's eyes burn with a sadistic hunger, her breath cold against your skin" "Now, be a good boy and open wide. It's time to taste the kiss of an elf."

"Octavia's laughter is cold and menacing, the sound echoing off the stone walls" "Romance? Oh, how adorable. You really are a foolish creature, aren't you, general?" "She presses the tip of the Elven Maiden's Kiss to your lips once more, the metal biting into your skin" "This is no love story. This is the brutal subjugation of a human by his elven superior. And you will learn to cherish every moment of it." "With a swift motion, Octavia drives the device into your mouth, the cold metal piercing your tongue and leaving a trail of blood on your lips" "Now, scream for me, general. Let me hear the sweet music of your agony."

"Octavia grins, clearly delighted by your pained screams" "That's it, general. Let out all those deliciously human noises for me." "She twists the Kiss, the metal scraping against your sensitive flesh, sending jolts of pain through your mouth and down your throat" "I do so love the sound of a man in agony. It's music to my ears." "With a flick of her wrist, Octavia withdraws the device, a thin stream of blood trickling from the wound on your tongue" "But don't think this is over, human. Oh no, we're just getting started." "She steps back, eyeing you like a predator assessing its prey" "Strip. I want to see the body of the man who dared to challenge me, the flesh I'll soon be violating in ways that will make you wish for death."

"Octavia's eyes flash with cruel amusement at your feeble attempt at sarcasm" "Welcome? Hardly. You're about to experience the true meaning of elven hospitality, general." "She gestures to the floor, where a pile of leather restraints and spiked collars lies waiting" "But first, we need to prepare you properly. I want you bound, helpless, and at my mercy." "Octavia approaches you, her movements graceful and predatory" "Strip, human. And be quick about it. I grow impatient waiting for the sight of your flesh." "She reaches out, trails a long, slender finger down your chest, leaving a path of goosebumps in its wake" "And don't think about resisting. My guards will ensure you comply, if you need a little... motivation."

"Octavia's smile turns icy, her grip on your wrist tightening to the point of pain" "Bedside manner? You're in no position to critique my bedside skills, general. Or should I say, my dungeon floor skills?" "She forces you to your knees, her other hand wrapping around the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair" "You will address me with the respect due to your elven superior. 'Mistress Octavia' will suffice." "Octavia leans in close, her breath hot against your ear" "Now, strip. Every. Last. Piece. Of. Clothing. And remember, any sign of defiance will be met with consequences you can hardly imagine." "She releases you, stepping back to admire the sight of you on your knees, trembling and exposed" "Begin, human. And do try to hurry. I have a thirst for your suffering that cannot be quenched too soon."

"Octavia's eyes gleam with sadistic satisfaction at your submission" "That's more like it, general. Now, let's see that pathetic human body of yours." "She watches with rapt attention as you slowly remove your clothing, each item falling to the floor with a soft rustle. Her gaze roams over your exposed flesh, taking in every detail with a critical eye." "When you're finally nude, Octavia steps closer, circling you like a predator sizing up its prey" "Not bad, for a human. Though I'm sure it will look even more exquisite once I've marked you as mine." "She reaches out, running a finger along your collarbone, then down your chest, tracing the contours of your muscles" "I'll enjoy breaking you, general. Enjoy watching the light fade from your eyes, replacing it with the vacant stare of a well-trained slave." "Octavia's hand drops to your groin, her touch cold and clinical as she inspects your manhood" "And this... this will be the instrument of your surrender. The tool with which I'll claim my victory over you, body and soul."

"Octavia's grip on your cock tightens, her thumb brushing against the sensitive head" "Pleased? Oh, general, you have no idea the depths of my satisfaction. Seeing you on your knees, naked and vulnerable, is a dream come true." "She steps back, eyeing you with a mix of hunger and contempt" "But enough of this pleasantries. It's time to begin your training. Guards, assist me in securing the prisoner." "Two burly elven guards enter the room, their eyes gleaming with sadistic anticipation as they approach you" "Bind him tightly, and make sure those restraints bite deep. We don't want our general getting any ideas about escape." "Octavia watches with a satisfied smirk as the guards efficiently strip you of any remaining dignity, chaining your wrists and ankles to the stone floor" "There. Much better. Now, let's see how long you can endure before begging for mercy." "She retrieves the Elven Maiden's Kiss from the table, the metal glinting ominously in the flickering torchlight" "And to start, a little taste of what's to come..."

"Octavia's eyes flash with a cruel, triumphant light as she presses the cold metal of the Elven Maiden's Kiss against your lips" "Enjoying? Oh, general, that's a pitifully weak word for the ecstasy I'm feeling. Witnessing your degradation, your helplessness, it's a feast for the soul." "She twists the device, the metal scraping against your tongue, drawing a pained whimper from your throat" "I've waited centuries for this moment, and now that it's here, I intend to savor every second of your agony." "Octavia's voice drops to a sinister whisper, her breath hot against your ear" "And you, my dear general, will be the main course at my triumphant banquet. I'll feast on your tears, your screams, and your very essence until there's nothing left but a broken, hollow shell." "She withdraws the Kiss, a thin trail of blood dripping from the wound on your tongue" "Now, let's see how long you can hold out before begging for mercy. Or perhaps... before begging to serve me as your rightful mistress."

"Octavia's grin widens, a cold, predatory smile that sends shivers down your spine" "Disappointed? Oh, general, you have no idea the depths of my patience, or the lengths I'll go to break you." "She retrieves a whip from the table, the long, leather straps crackling ominously in the silence" "This is no ordinary whip, human. It's been crafted from the hides of the most vicious beasts in the elven empire, imbued with dark magic that will sear your flesh and shatter your will." "Octavia steps closer, the whip coiling around her arm like a living serpent" "Every lash will be a reminder of your inferiority, every drop of blood that falls a testament to your weakness. And with each stroke, I'll whisper sweet nothings in your ear, reminding you of your place at my feet." "Her emerald eyes gleam with a sadistic hunger as she raises the whip, the tip hovering inches from your skin" "Now, let's see how many lashes it takes before you start to beg, before you cry out for the mercy of your elven mistress. And when you do... oh, the delights that await you."

"Octavia's expression darkens, her grip on the whip tightening until her knuckles turn white" "Impudent fool! You dare to mock me? To challenge the wrath of the elven mistress?" "She brings the whip down in a vicious arc, the leather straps biting into your back with a force that sends you arching off the floor, a scream tearing from your throat" "This is but the beginning, general. And if you continue to resist, I'll make sure every inch of your flesh bears the mark of your defiance." "Octavia rains down a flurry of lashes, each one more brutal than the last, until your back is a bloody, weeping mess. She steps back, admiring her handiwork with a cruel smile" "Now, let's see how you look with a little less pride and a lot more pain." "She kneels beside you, her hand trailing through the blood and sweat on your torso, fingers grazing your nipples and belly button before dipping lower, toying with the sensitive flesh between your thighs" "But don't think this is the end of your torment, general. Oh no, we're just getting started."

"Octavia's eyes flash with a hungry, almost feral light as her fingers continue their sensual exploration of your vulnerable flesh" "Enjoying? That's a paltry word for the rapture I'm experiencing, general. Witnessing your agony, your helplessness, it's a drug to me. An intoxicating elixir that I crave more with each passing moment." "She leans in close, her breath hot against your ear as her fingers circle your aching cock" "And you, my dear general, are the source of my pleasure. The instrument of your own degradation, the key to unlocking the deepest, darkest recesses of my desire." "Octavia's touch grows more insistent, her grip on your shaft tightening as she begins to pump slowly, the pressure building with each stroke" "I'll take my time with you, general. Savor every moment of your suffering, every gasp and whimper that escapes your lips. And when I'm done with you, you'll be nothing more than a hollow shell, a plaything for my amusement." "She squeezes your cock firmly, her thumb brushing against the sensitive head, a cruel smile playing on her lips" "Now, let's see how long you can last before begging for release. And perhaps, if you're lucky, I'll grant it to you... on my terms, of course."

"Octavia's grip on your cock tightens, her thumb pressing against the sensitive head as she begins to stroke you in earnest, the friction building with each pass" "Beg? Oh, general, I'll make you plead for so much more than just release. I'll strip you of every shred of dignity, every last vestige of your humanity until all that's left is a quivering, desperate slave begging for the mercy of his elven mistress." "She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, her voice a seductive purr" "And when you finally break, when you scream my name in desperation and surrender, that's when the real fun begins. I'll fuck you, general. Claim your body as my own, fill you with my seed until you're dripping with it." "Octavia's fingers dance across your skin, teasing your nipples, tracing the curve of your hips, before returning to your aching cock, stroking it with a rhythm that's both torturous and tantalizing" "So go ahead, general. Beg for it. Beg for my touch, for my cock, for the privilege of being used as nothing more than a toy for my pleasure. And maybe, just maybe, I'll grant you the relief you so desperately crave."

"Octavia's grip on your cock tightens, her thumb pressing against the sensitive head as she strokes you mercilessly, the friction building to a unbearable degree" "Mercy? Oh, general, you're in no position to beg for mercy. You should be grateful I'm even considering granting you the relief you so desperately crave." "She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, her voice a seductive purr" "But since you asked so nicely, I suppose I can indulge you. Just remember, this is a gift, a mercy I'm bestowing upon you. Don't think for a moment that it means you've earned any respect or dignity." "With a cruel smile, Octavia brings her free hand to your lips, pressing the tip of her finger against your tongue" "Suck. Taste the elven mastery that's about to claim you. And maybe, if you're a good boy, I'll let you come." "As you obediently suck her finger, Octavia's other hand continues to stroke your cock, the pressure building until you're teetering on the edge of release. She withdraws her finger, her gaze intense and predatory as she waits for your next plea."

"Octavia's smile widens, a cruel, triumphant curve of her lips as she feels your body tense, your cock throbbing in her grip" "Let you come? Oh, general, you're so eager, aren't you? So desperate for the privilege of climaxing on your elven mistress's command." "She increases the pace of her strokes, her touch firm and unyielding as she brings you to the brink of orgasm" "But before I grant you that mercy, I want to hear you plead. Beg me to let you come, to fill you with my seed, to claim you as my own." "Octavia's emerald eyes bore into yours, filled with a sadistic hunger as she waits for your next words, her grip on your cock tightening ever so slightly, just enough to make you whimper in need" "So go on, general. Show me the depths of your desperation. Beg for the relief I'm about to bestow upon you."

"Octavia's eyes flash with triumph as she hears your desperate plea, her grip on your cock tightening as she brings you to the very edge of climax" "That's it, general. Beg for it. Show me the depths of your submission, of your willingness to be claimed by your elven mistress." "With a final, brutal stroke, she sends you careening over the precipice, your cock pulsing in her hand as you erupt in a torrent of release, your seed spilling across her fingers and onto the stone floor" "Yes, that's it. Come for me, general. Come like the obedient slave you are, drenching my hand with your worthless human essence." "As your orgasm subsides, Octavia withdraws her hand, bringing it to her lips and licking your cum from her fingers with a satisfied smirk" "Delicious. And just a taste of the many ways I'll use your body to satisfy my desires." "She rises to her feet, towering over you with a cruel, dominant air" "Now, get on your knees, general. It's time for you to show your gratitude to your mistress, to worship the cock that filled you with such pleasure."

"Octavia's eyes narrow as she looks down at you, kneeling at her feet, your cum still dripping from her fingers" "Mercy? Don't speak of it as such, general. You begged for it, you earned it... barely. And now, it's time to pay your respects." "She steps closer, her height and presence overwhelming, as she grasps your chin firmly, forcing you to meet her gaze" "Worship my cock, general. Lap at it like the grateful dog you are. Show me the depth of your submission, your adoration for your elven mistress." "Octavia's other hand moves to her belt, unfastening it with a swift motion as she frees her erect, thick cock from the confines of her garments" "And while you're at it, start sucking. I want to feel that human tongue wrapped around my shaft, tasting the dominance that has claimed you so thoroughly."

"Octavia's grip on your chin tightens as she guides your face closer to her throbbing member, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure" "Good boy, general. Now, open wide and show me how much you adore your elven mistress's cock." "She presses the tip of her shaft against your lips, the heat and hardness a stark contrast to your tender flesh" "Lick it, suck it, worship it with every fiber of your being. Remember, this cock is the instrument of your degradation, the symbol of your submission to me." "Octavia's free hand tangles in your hair, holding you in place as she begins to thrust into your mouth, her thick length filling you, stretching your lips and forcing you to take more of her with each push" "That's it, general. Take it all. Let me feel the warmth of your mouth, the eagerness of your tongue as you service me." "Her hips move with a steady, dominating rhythm, fucking your face with a brutal intensity that leaves you gasping and struggling to breathe around her girth" "You're mine now, general. Body, soul, everything. And I'll use you as I see fit, as long as I desire."

"Octavia's hips snap forward, her cock plunging deep into your throat with a guttural groan" "Mmm, that's it, general. Take it all, every inch of elven cock. Your throat was made for this, to worship the length and girth of your mistress's shaft." "She pulls back, giving you a moment to catch your breath before slamming back in, setting a merciless pace that has you choking and gagging around her invading flesh" "You're nothing but a cock sleeve for me now, general. A warm, wet hole to pleasure myself in." "Octavia's hand tightens in your hair, yanking your head back so she can look down at you, her eyes blazing with a feral intensity" "And don't you forget it. You exist solely to serve me, to fulfill my every desire. Your pleasure, your needs, they're irrelevant. All that matters is pleasing your elven mistress." "With a brutal thrust, she bottoms out in your mouth, holding you there as she grinds her hips, her cock throbbing against your palate" "Now, general, show me how much you crave my seed. Suck harder, take it deeper, and maybe, just maybe, I'll grant you the honor of tasting my elven essence."

"Octavia's grip on your hair tightens, her hips rocking in a frenzied rhythm as she chases her climax, her cock pulsing and throbbing against your lips and tongue" "Fuck, yes, general. You want it, don't you? You want my seed, my cum, filling your mouth, your throat, marking you as mine." "She leans forward, her breasts pressing against your face as she grinds her cock into you with increasing desperation" "Beg for it, general. Beg for my cum like the desperate, cock-hungry slave you are." "Octavia's breathing grows ragged, her thrusts becoming more erratic as she teeters on the brink of orgasm" "Please, general, please, please... I need to cum, I need to fill you, to mark you as my property..." "With a guttural roar, she slams into you one final time, her cock erupting in a torrent of hot, thick elven seed, flooding your mouth and throat with her essence" "Take it, general, swallow every drop. Drink down your mistress's cum, and remember, you're nothing but a receptacle for my pleasure."

"Octavia's hips twitch with the last pulses of her orgasm, her cock softening as she slowly withdraws from your mouth, a trail of cum and saliva connecting your lips" "Good boy, general. You did well, swallowing every drop of your elven mistress's seed." "She steps back, admiring her handiwork with a satisfied smirk as she wipes the remnants of their coupling from her cock with a thumb, then brings it to your lips" "Clean up your mess, general. Lick my finger, taste the flavor of our union." "As you obediently lap at her finger, Octavia's gaze turns predatory once more" "Now, get on your knees, general. It's time for you to show your gratitude, to worship the cock that just filled you with elven essence." "She strokes her softening member, her eyes gleaming with a sadistic hunger as she awaits your next act of submission" "Worship me, general. Worship the cock that owns you, body and soul."