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The Stories by Yennefer of Vengerberg

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Vindex said:
A bit like all of us here; sometimes in various forms but ultimately this fantasy has taken root in us. Why? Great psychological mystery.
Let's live it and live it with pleasure in this CF community.
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It is called empathy, we all have it we automatically identify in parts with any living creature we meet, Naturally some people are in reality reptiloids, they do not.....
 
dfg42 said:
It is called empathy, we all have it we automatically identify in parts with any living creature we meet, Naturally some people are in reality reptiloids, they do not.....
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I'm sure they empathise deeply with reptiles! :p
 

Last dance of elven sisters (M/M, M+/FF, stabbing, rape, hanging, noncon)​

English is not my first language, so sorry for some grammar errors and wrong spelling. Hope that it's understandable

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Aranea and Yrnhea were dark elves, sisters who lived alone with their fathers in the elven kingdom of Yusenada. Together with their father (their mother died a few years ago), they farmed on a small farm and did not deal with what was happening around them. And that was a mistake.

The kingdom of Yusenada got into a war with the human kingdom of Gozogon. And the war was not going well for them. The army of Gozogon reached the territory of Yusenada. No one could them. And they soon got to the sister’s farm.

At that time, Aranea, the elder of the sisters, was loading a wagon by goods from their farm, when she saw soldiers coming out of the forest. At first she saw nothing dangerous in it. It wasn’t until the soldiers approached the farm that they began to sense danger. But it was too late.

Gozogon's soldiers attacked the farm. Sister’s father ran out and wanted to defend the farm, but one soldier stabbed him from the horse. Aranea cried out, seeing her father do a pirouette and fell dead on the ground, blood flowing from his wound.

The scream caused Yrnhea to run out of the barn, where she milked the goat and screamed as well. The shouts of the sister alerted the soldiers to their presence. They went to them. Both sisters try to escape, but they didn't have a chance against the soldiers on horseback. The soldiers used nets, and soon the sisters laid tied to the ground.

They both saw the soldiers loot. Food for the horses and for them, whatever their value, the animals from the barn were taken away from the farm, where they were handed over by other soldiers. Some of them will be changed to feed the army, some will be taken to Gozogon.

When the looting was over, the commander came to them and grinned, then turned to the soldiers.

"We will spend the night here, the smaller one we will go to the bedroom of her father. I'll be the first, then you'll have it for the night. The older one is yours, I'm not interested in it. "

Fear discovered in their eyes. Soldiers wanted rape them. When Yrnhea was put on her feet and taken to her father's bedroom, she began to cry. Note that the soldiers brought in several girls, all barefoot, with a collar and dress worn by slaves in Gozogon. They were slaves who cooked them, helped with horses, and of course served as whores for them.

Yrnhea was tied to the foot of the bed and the commander sat down to the bed and ate dinner. When he saw Yrnhea tremble, he grinned.

"Don't worry, what’s your name?"

"Yrnhea, sir." Please no, I haven't had a man yet. "

The commander grinned.

"Elven village virgin, that's a joke." Don't worry, you'll be an experienced bitch in the morning. "

Yrnhea walked downstairs and asked quietly

"What about us, sir?"

"Depending on how we like you. Either we mark you, prepare the collar and make you our slave. Or we'll hang you in the barn in the morning. "

Yrnhea began to cry. One was worse than the other. The commander, meanwhile, finished eating and came to her and untied her. He grabbed her roughly and ripped off her dress. Yrnhea just reached adulthood and she had great developed her breasts. Her hair was green, which was not uncommon for dark elves, and was supposed to be to her waist.

The commander laid her on the bed and ordered in a strong, dominant voice.

"Do not move.”

Yrnhea froze in fear and didn't move. The commander took off his pants and lay down on her. He pinned her by his weight to the bed and grinned. He began to dig his cock into her vagina. Yrnhea put her legs together and began to resist. Almost immediately, a slap came and the commander began to strangle her. Under this pressure, she slowly spread her legs and felt his cock get into her vagina.

At first she felt pain as her hymen burst. She could feel the commander pounding. After a while, she began to like it. She arched her back and began to moan slowly. She spread more legs and began to work her hips so that the commander had better access. She understood that if he was satisfied, she would live. Although like a slave and a whore, she will live.

After a moment, she felt the commander came into her. And at the same time she got an orgasm. She kissed him and looked into his eyes.

"Please sir, don't give me to the soldiers.

The commander grinned again and stood up. He saw his semen mix with her virgin blood and flow on her father's bed.

“Get up and change the sheets. Then they'll see.”

Yrnhea got up quickly, and though she felt pain, she quickly removed the bloodied sheet and stretched a new one on the bed. Then she looked down, trying to act as an obedient slave girl.

But the commander had to keep a promise to the soldiers. Two soldiers took her to the barn, where she saw her sister. She was tied up and two soldiers raped her at the same time. One to the vagina, the other to the ass. Aranea screamed and cried. Yrneha didn't know how many men had already been replaced, but she knew her sister had already gone through hell. Which was waiting for her now.

The voices tied her the same way and began to rape her in the same way. They didn't care about her comfort or orgasm. Some soldiers couldn't wait and started enjoying themselves with the slaves they brought. Like the commander who brought one of the slave girls to her father's bedroom and began to enjoy dreaming as well.

Their rape lasted all night. Their thighs were covered with dried semen from soldiers. They felt exhausted in the morning. Yrnhea told her sister what the commander had told her, and they both began to cry. They both hoped they would live. Although like slaves and whores, they will live.

But luck was not in their favor. The soldiers tied up two nooses and hung them on a beam in the barn. They brought a cart under them and untied them, tied their hands behind their backs and led them to the cart. They were both tired and exhausted that they didn't even fight back.

The commander came to the barn and nodded. The soldiers put noose on their necks and tightened the knot behind their left ears. When they were ready, the commander came closer and looked at Yrnhea.

"You were great, but we have had enough of slaves. At least dance nicely for me and my soldiers. "

As he said this, the soldiers pulled the cart and the sister’s legs were in the air. They both kicked in panic, trying to find some support to relieve their necks around which the noose was tightening. After a few minutes, their kicking slowed. Their muscles filled with carbon dioxide. Their vision began to darken, their faces turning red to purple. The last thing they remembered was before they lost consciousness as urine flowed down their thighs and to the ground.

After a while, they both died and their kicking stopped. The commander smirked and shoot his semen of the slave girl's mouth, which had been sucking his cock He adjusted his pants and left. The army got on horses and rode to another farm.

Aranea and Yrnhea, the elven sisters, hung in the barn for many days, and their bodies began to decay when they were discovered by Yusenada's soldiers. Both were cut off and buried with their father on their farm. Farm soon received new settlers. Father with two daughters. Which lived there for several years, until the next war…
 
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Baron Von Sade said:
@Yennefer of Vengerberg , besides the fact that your stories are great, can I convey my sincere appreciation that you use the erotic story subject tags in front of your writing!
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Thanks. I think that’s normal. Readers can know, what they can await. I remember when I opened story with interesting name and content didn’t satisfy me.
 
The sacrified virgin (M/F, whipping, rape, crucifixion, con, vore)

In the very distant past, there was a tribe that, every spring on the vernal equinox, would sacrifice a girl, a virgin, to their goddess of fertility to ensure a bountiful harvest. This is the story of but one such victim.

Abruna was a young woman, she had just turned eighteen only four moons prior, and her age meant that she was eligible to be selected for the spring sacrifice. Each year at the winter solstice, one of them would be selected by the tribe's shaman to be sacrificed. The potential sacrifices gathered around the shaman as he drank the herbal potion to bring him into his sacred trance. Abruna wasn’t afraid, but the anticipation was its own torture. The girls watched as the shaman rocked and convulsed in his trance, communing with the higher powers themselves. Suddenly, the shaman sat up and exclaimed, “Abruna!”

He had said her name and she was chosen. She would be the sacrifice.

Abruna was not sad, however. Being chosen was a great honor among her people. Abruna lived like a princess from that day onward. She received only the best food, and the other girls cared for her, waited on her hand and foot; they spoiled her. The last days of her life were unlike any of her days before.

All good things come to an end, however, and with the advent of the vernal equinox her time of lavish luxury was over. She received her last meal in the morning and then the girls bathed her one final time. She put a flower crown on her head, which she had woven herself from the first of the spring flowers. Her virgin entourage then led her into the middle of the village, where a pillory was waiting for her, the first part of her sacrifice. She walked proudly, her head held high, showing all of her beautiful body to everyone who had eyes to see.

She was put in the pillory, she could feel the rough wood on her wrists and neck. The shaman approached her and began muttering an invocation. When the invocation was complete he took his whip from inside his cloak and lashed it against her exposed back. Abruna felt the tongues of the whip kiss fire across her back. She felt as her skin was cut and blood -her blood- ran down her back. With every lash, she let out a scream.

The shaman dealt her a total of ten lashes and then stepped closer to her, feeling her outstretched ass in his hand. He took out his cock and plunged into her cunt. Abruna could not help herself and began to moan slowly. The moment the shaman entered her, she cried out in ecstatic pain. She could feel him break her hymen and the resulting blood running down her thighs. The shaman pounded into her with a primal gusto, and she bucked her hips against him as she purred in pleasure.

She didn't know how long the shaman had been fucking her, it felt like hours and seconds simultaneously, her perception of time distorted by pleasure and pain. As she felt him shoot his seed into her she came as well, her first and last orgasm of her short life. The shaman pulled out of her and gently inserted a polished wooden plug inside her, securing it with a leather thong so that his seed would stay inside her as the ritual demanded.

The shaman ran his finger along her inner thigh, catching some of virgin blood on his fingertip, and walking around the pillory he painted the holy mark on her forehead. When he released her Abruna stood up and bowed. She knew the sacred preparations were concluded, and she had only one role left to play. The shaman and others led her up the rocky hill where she would be left as their offering to the goddess of fertility.

When they arrived, the men laid down the cross and Abruna positioned herself upon it. She spread her arms as if she were about to embrace a lover and positioned her legs and feet for her affixture to the cruel device. The shaman and his men began immediately. She felt the nails puncture her skin, piercing flesh and scraping bone as it was driven through her wrists and feet into the wood of the sacrificial cross. The shaman, whose seed was still inside her, explained to her that her screams of pain and anguish would alert the goddess that her sacrifice was ready.

And so she screamed, as loudly and proudly as she could.

After being nailed to the wrists and feet, the men raised the cross to a vertical position. She felt pain in her wrists and feet as the weight of her body pulled on the nails. Breathing became difficult, and her chest began to heave while she hung on the cross. The shaman and the men looked on, satisfied, then left.

Abruna hung there for hours, her breath labored, and she closed her eyes and waited for her end. She felt a gust of wind and then felt her cross shake, as if the earth itself had shook. She opened her eyes and saw a black shape in front of her. As her eyes focused on the thing in front of her she became frightened. It was a strange creature. Lizard-like with large claws and leathery wings on its back. She stared at it, with fear and utter exhaustion, and wanted to scream, but couldn’t. The creature whipped itself around and broke her legs with it’s tail. Abruna cried out in pain as she felt her tibia and fibula fracture and stab into her muscles. No longer able to support her weight on the cross with her legs she began to choke to death. She died in less than half an hour, staring at the creature with the utmost fear in her eyes..

Abruna was dead, but the creature had plans for her. It tore her corpse off of the cross and carried her body to it’s cave. There the creature laid Abruna in front of five eggs, which were just beginning to hatch. As they hatched from their eggs, the hatchlings learned that they were hungry, and they dug in and ripped apart her body and ate every last morsel.

A few days later, the hatchlings flew out of the cave at night and fertilized the fields with their excrement of Abruna. The harvest that year was the best in ten years. Their mother died and the hatchlings quickly devoured her, and then they devoured each other, until there was only one.

The one who would lay the eggs in the winter and waited for the new victim on the first day of spring…
 
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