Dawn broke over the forest camp, but inside the command tent, time meant nothing. Jenna lay curled on the furs, silver hair tousled, body marked with faint bites and welts from last night's claiming. She slept deeply, exhausted from her first surrender—her virgin pussy now forever mine.
I watched her from the shadows, stroking my chin. Yesterday had been sweet, breaking that holy innocence. But not enough. She'd yielded too quickly, her moans too pure. A true slave needed etching deeper—pain twisted with pleasure, submission burned into every hole. Today, I'd take her ass. Make her scream my name until forgetting me became impossible.
"Wake up, saintess."
Jenna stirred, mismatched eyes fluttering open. She blushed seeing me, pulling the fur higher over her pierced nipples.
"M-Master… good morning."
I smirked, tossing aside my robe. Already hard from anticipation, enhanced by a quick dose of Big Bird elixir.
"Yesterday was a start. But you held back. Too shy, too saintly. Today, we fix that."
Her eyes widened as I produced simple tools: soft leather restraints, a velvet blindfold, and my custom whip—dipped in aphrodisiac oil. No elaborate setup; just raw, intimate SM to break her further.
"On your knees. Hands behind your back."
Trembling, she obeyed. I bound her wrists with the leather, tight enough to bite but not bruise. The blindfold followed, plunging her into darkness.
"Master… what are you—"
*Crack!*
The whip lashed her ass lightly—enough to sting, the oil seeping in to ignite fire in her veins. She gasped, arching.
"That's for questioning."
Another lash, across her thighs. The aphrodisiac worked fast; her skin flushed, nectar already glistening between her legs.
"Spread your knees wider."
She did, exposing everything. I circled, whip trailing over her back, teasing pierced clit rings until she whimpered.
"You're mine, Jenna. Every part. Say it."
"I… I'm yours, Master. Every part."
*Crack!* A sharper strike on her breasts, making the golden rings jingle. She cried out, but her hips bucked—pain twisting into need.
"Good girl. Now, beg for more."
"Please… whip me more, Master. Make me yours."
I obliged—ten measured lashes, painting red stripes on her pale skin. Each one drew moans, her body writhing in restraints. The oil amplified everything; by the end, she was dripping, blindfolded face tear-streaked with desperate arousal.
I knelt behind her, fingers probing her soaked pussy—teasing, not satisfying. She pushed back greedily.
"Not there. Today, I take what's left of your innocence."
My slick fingers moved higher, circling her untouched rear entrance. She tensed.
"M-Master… no… not there…"
"Yes, there. Relax, or it'll hurt more."
I coated her with more oil, working one finger in slowly. She gasped, body clenching then yielding. A second finger joined, stretching her gently but relentlessly. Her breaths came in ragged sobs—pain, humiliation, and forbidden pleasure mixing.
"You feel that? This hole is mine too. Beg for my cock in your virgin ass."
Blindfolded, bound, she broke.
"Please… Master… take my ass. Make me your complete slave."
I positioned myself, head pressing against her tight ring. Slow push—resistance, then pop as I breached. Jenna screamed, body bucking wildly. Inch by inch, I claimed her rear, the impossible tightness gripping like a vice.
"Fuck… so tight. Your saintess ass was made for this."
I held still, letting her adjust, one hand reaching around to rub her pierced clit. She moaned through tears, pain fading as pleasure built.
Then I thrust—slow at first, building to deep, relentless strokes. Each one dragged cries from her throat; her bound hands clenched futilely. The aphrodisiac oil made her hyper-sensitive—every movement electric.
"Master! It hurts… but… don't stop!"
I pounded harder, free hand whipping her ass lightly between thrusts. She shattered—orgasm ripping through her, inner walls milking me wildly. I didn't hold back, flooding her depths with my release.
Pulling out, I unbound her, removing the blindfold. Jenna collapsed into my arms, quivering, marked inside and out.
"You'll never forget this, saintess. I own you—front and back."
Tears in her eyes, she whispered, "Yes, Master… forever."
The camp stirred outside, unaware their lord had just eternally branded the holy elf saintess as his.