Prisoner of the Gnolls

“It had been a long scout too long, an too from

home!” “Weeks on weeks of constant vigil,

sleeplessness.” “Moving and dodging, enemies

every where.” “Patroling the wild country of

the elven border lands.” “Forests over ran

with Orc hords, Ogres and even Giants.” “It had

left us bone weary, a kind of fatigue...” “Well if

you’ve never experianced it, one can not

explain.”

The fettered human warrior nodded his head

slightly, he knew. “Twice we had been forced to

fight pitched battles.” “Hard nasty little

fights that had left us with new scars and dark

thoughts.” “But that was behind us, we had left

the border forest.” “And were moving across

the upland plateau.” “Only three days travel

from the Quinloz valley...from home!” “Those

dark thoughts left us then.” “Replaced with

dreams of home and hearth.”

“Some thought of revelry that was to come,

others of family.” “My mind was on Lynlara, of

her pale arms wrapping around me as I sank into

her depths...” The elven ranger’s face

contorted in a look of mocking self loathing

then. The elf lowered his head, its long golden

mane falling forward. Casting his lean

handsome visage in shadows. “Whats it

matter?” He snarled bitterly. “Just say we all

had our distractions!”

“I can not say the ambush was a masterful one,

it would be easier if I could.” “But the truth is,

it was only adequate.” “Gnolls are notoriously

clumsy about such things.” “They much perfer

to run down they’re prey, like the pack

animals.” “To whom they are so closely

related.” “Adequate or masterful it did not

matter, we walked right into it!” The ranger

admitted shame and self loathing in his voice.

“They sprang out of hiding all around us,

attacking from every direction at once.” “I had

just nocked an arrow.”

“When I felt something slam into the back of my

head.” “Then darkness like a water fall

descended over me.” “A club...obviously

anything else and I’d be dead like the rest of

them.” “They were removing my armor and

clothing when I awoke.” “I can not say who was

more surprised at my waking, them or me!” A

grating rueful laugh escaped him, there was no

humor in it. “They all leaped back, grabbing for

they’re clubs or spears.” “It would have been

amusing, any other time.”

“I should have been dead then, for a second time

that day.” “But a huge gnoll warrior sprang in,

lifting me into the air like I was a child’s toy.”

“Sharnfang... his name I learned later after...”

The Elf’s voice trailed off, an he sank back

deeper into shadows. “He held me there, his

furry muzzle inches from my face.” “His hot

rancid breath choking me, those yellow eyes

invading my soul.” “I dangled limply in his

grasp, honestly even if I’d had my weapons.”

“With my head wound and loss of blood, I’d have

been helpless to resist!”

“Those eyes...they seemed to pierce me to the

very core!” “Startling, captivating, the world

spinning yet they remained steady.” “Then he

spoke, a few garbled words in common.” “What

were they?” “Something like...You belong to me

now elf!” “to be honest, I really can not

remember. It’s all a blur, spinning whirling in

my head.” “Nothing is clear until hours later in

the cave.” The elf’s lanky naked body shivered

in the smoky heat of the dim gnoll den. “What?”

It was a unasked question but the elf sensed it.

“What happened then?” The elven ranger

starred down at the batter naked human body

before him. “Yes I guess you of all people have

the right to know.” “I was tied much like you are

now.” “Forced to watch as my fellows were

dismembered and devoured, even forced to

partake!”

“Then the games began, beating me, toying with

me.” “Before I was to be eaten, gnolls love to

play with they’re food.” The ranger caressed

the captives bruises gently. “You all ready

know this however.” “ I was not eaten of

course, Sharnfang had claimed me.” “And he’d

decided to keep me, forever!” A shudder ran

down the elf’s spine then. “He was a young

warrior then, unmated living in the bachelors

den.” “He dragged me in there, forcing me down

onto my hands and knees.” “All the young

bachelor males crowded around me.” “I

assumed, the time had come for my death at

last.”

The manacled humans gray green eyes widened

in shock. A look of repugnance creeping

across his face! “I see you are not so naive,

about what males can do to other males.” “As I

was then, so unworldly I did not foresee what

was about to befall me!” “I felt those big

clawed thumbs pushing my cheeks apart.”

“Then the hot slimy tip press against my arse,

pain most shearing!” “And then his enormous

bone was inside of me!” “The young gnoll

warriors laughing and taunting, mocking and

jeering.” “As the warrior they had been so

afraid, of was made they’re bitch!”

The question unspoken hung heavy in the air.

“Yes.” The ranger nodded. “This will happen to

you.” The human renewed his efforts

struggling vigorously against his bonds. The

elfs long slender fingers ran lightly over the

humans bulging sweating muscles. “Even if you

could escape your bonds.” “Naked and beaten

you could never make it out of the den.”

“Outside of this room the whole of the den

stretches.” “Hundreds of gnolls between you

and freedom, they would only beat you into

submission again.” “More pain and you would

still end up on all fours...they’re bitch!”

“Currently...there are 39 warriors in the

bachelors den.” “They will fuck you, torture

you, !” “Force you to perform all manner of

obscene and repulsive acts!” “Until... they

grow tired of you!” “Then it will be the slow

agonizing death, of a thousand bites!” The

human froze in his struggles starring wild eyed.

At the lean handsome elven ranger. “I have

come to offer you another option.” “The young

warrior who capture you, quite by accident.” “I

understand it was a blow from a weapon.”

“Arrantly thrown by one of your companions, in

the heat of battle.” “That truely laid you low.”

The humans eyes were questioning. “The offer is

simple, join me in permanent servitude.” “To an

older, wiser and more established gnoll

warrior.” “You will still be made a bitch, but at

least to only one.” “And if you are careful you

will live a long time.” “The choice is yours of

course, if you agree and swear your oath to

serve well.” “Then you will be bought from

your cruel young captor.” “Otherwise he and

his fellows will have they’re fun with you!”

“You will beg for death, long before it comes

for you.”

“What say you?” Indecision and hesitation

danced in the humans eyes. Then the light of

hope and defiance replaced them. The elf knew

these light’s soon would be crushed. Knew

that reality cruel and shameful would soon

enough intrude. He had seen it in himself,

presumptuous over confident bravado. He

would escape and come back make them pay!

That all change instantly when you were

mounted...when another took you, conquered

you. Made you the receptacle for his

pleasure... made you his bitch! Slowly the

prisoner nodded, yes he would take this deal.

Dreaming and plotting hopefully until the

reality came driving into him!

The elf looked at the human laying naked and

bound on a low rock shelf. With his chest and

shoulders pressed against the stone. His knees

had been pulled up under his body. Lifting his

hair round buttock’s in to the air. A wooden

stave had been placed in the crease of his

knees. Tied so they were spread wide apart, his

brawny arms pulled back between them. So

that his wrist’s could be tied to the center of

the same stave. A second stave had been

placed between his ankles spreading them even

farther. All in all it was very artfully done,

and the elf was suitably proud of himself!

He served his master well... and so would be

judiciously rewarded! Gently the ranger

rolled his helpless charge over on to his back.

The human looked funny now, with his thick legs

high in the air. Bend knees and wide spread, the

ropes around his wrists creaked. As the weight

of his up thrusted legs pulled against them.

Quickly the human grasp the wooden stave with

his huge hands. “Good boy.” The Ranger

thought sardonicly. Turning, the elf ushered

two massive Gnoll warriors into the cramped

chamber. The 7 and ahalf foot tall hyena like

beasts, making the cave seem small indeed.

Gesturing to the smaller of the two, the ranger

stated. “This is Gorfang he will be your

possessor.” “From this moment on you belong

to him!” “Swear you alliance and loyalty to

him, for you existence is his now!” “I so swear!”

The human growl between gritted teeth.

“Whine.” The elf commanded. “What?” “It is a

sign of your submission... Whine!” Reluctantly

the big human whined. “Now that wasn’t so

difficult, you will become very good at it in

time.” The elf predicted. The human opened his

mouth to rebuke the elf. But looking up into the

yellow eyes of his new master, his protests died

in his throat.

The huge monster knelt on the stone shelf,

ducking under the ankle bar. He rose up

between the warriors bound an spread legs!

The human jumped startled, his hairy form

attempting to jerk away. Covered now with the

sticky sweat of fear. “Calmly now...you are his

and now he will take possession of you!” The

elf explained soothingly. The human starred

down at the huge red organ. Sliding eagerly

from its furry sheath, in wide eyed horror.

“It...its too...too big!” “It would kill me..if...if he

stuck it inside of me!” The human stammered.

“Hahaha...hardly!” “This one is much larger.”

He gestured to the immense erection throbbing

in the air infront of the second gnoll warrior.

“And I’ve had it inside of me...many many times

indeed!” “Indeed it shall be going inside of me

right now!” “For it is time, for the binding of

stud to bitch!” The ex- ranger untied the knot

holding the ragged loin clothe that was his

only garb. And let it drop, the human starred

at the elf’s loin’s perplexed. Something was

odd, out of place, wrong. With a shocked

exclamation, the human realized what it was.

Above the elf’s low hanging ball sac, in the

spares blond pubic hair. There was only a

angery red scar.

The elf followed the warriors eyes down to the

scar, and he touched it adsently. “Bitches

don’t penetrate, they get penetrated...they

don’t fuck, they get fucked!” Leaning over at

the waist. The elf reached back grasping an

guiding Sharfangs enormous cock to his tiny

orifice! Pressing his hip’s forwards the Gnoll

drove his gigantic pulsing red cock, into the

elven ranger. With a practiced ease that was

at once fascinating and appalling! Like a

massive sword plunging into a well oiled

sheath! The ranger through his head back,

groaning appreciatively. His eyes opened

wider, and a high pitched whimper escaped his

gaping mouth. As the throbbing knot, already

expanding. Pressed through his anal gates,

locking the big gnoll inside of him!

Making him truely the big dog mans bitch!

Hunching forwards the monster lowered his

sharp muzzle to the elf’s gaping lip’s. Its long

slimy tongue dangling pendulantly down into

his mouth. The ranger closed his lip’s around it

suckling on the lascivious invader lovingly.

The human watched this long kiss stunned,

understanding at last. The grinning gnoll

between his bound legs pounced on him then!

He felt the cold wet tip press against his virgin

orifice. Then the big slimy organ parted him,

ramming through his resistance. broaching his

clinched defenses, burning hot deep invading.

He screamed then as his last gates were

crushed open. A high pitch effeminate scream

of a male so emasculated, by the immense

masculinity thrusted inside of him! That the

sound was unrecognizable even to himself!

The enormous intruder plowed so deeply into

him! But worse yet he could feel the throbbing

expanding knot. Slamming against his

shattered defenses. “No!” “PLEASE... NO!” “By

the gods!” He begged screaming an struggling.

The gnoll pressed his muzzle against his slaves

ear licking and nibbling excitedly. As the

weight of his massive body, slowly force him

deeper into the human. “Iiiiiieeeee!!!” Came the

agonized shriek as the gnolls gigantic, hard,

throbbing knot. Drove through the humans

once tight virgin sphincter’s locking gnoll

master to his human bitch. With his gnoll

master growling his bestial passions into his

ear. The once brave powerful warrior wept

and whimpered like the little pussy he’d become.

The elven ranger gently squeezed and

contracted his anal muscles. Stroking his

giant gnoll masters cock. In order to

maximize the pleasure, his master was receiving

from his golden body. Sharfang through his

head back grunting appreciatively. “Your still

my best bitch!” He snarled. “The first is always

the best” The elf panted leaning his head back

to kiss his stud’s muzzle once again. Waiting

until they’re mouths parted a second time the

big gnoll growled. “More of that.” He thrust

his hips into the elf. “And more of this later!”

“Finishing the binding comes first.” The elf

lowered his head obediently. “Yes master...I

was thinking only of your pleasure.” The big

gnoll ran a massive paw through the elfs

golden hair fondly.

“I know little one.” “But this must come first.”

He pressed a gleaming sharp dagger into the

elfs hands. The ex- ranger starred at the

glittering weapon thoughtfully. He knew it

well of course, it had belonged to him. The

human saw the dagger in his hands. And a

glimmer of hope came to his shame and fear

widened eyes. It was time...time to extinguish

this last hope. To show the human that not

only was he a mounting toy. For his furry new

master but that he could never again be

anything else! Reaching down he set the

glittering edge against the base of the humans

enormous erection. The warriors mouth flew

open his, jaws working. But no sound other

than his girlish high pitched whimper came out!

Slowly the elf drew the blade through this

tender flesh. There was almost no resistance

as it emerged. Holding the dissevered man hood

up the elf. Carefully fed it to the immense and

sinister monster crouching and knotted into

him. The ex- ranger watch that last faint

flicker of hope and rebellion die out. As the

human realized he could never return to his

former life. That he could never mount that

girl back home again. That he would never be

equal with his old friend. Would never be the

swaggering warrior, potent stud, or the proud

father.

A healing paste of crushed herbs was quickly

rubbed out the wound. In minute the bleed had

stopped. And the magical elixir was dast on its

way to leaving only a scar. Softly almost

gently the massive gnoll began to thrust in and

out of its new bitch again. Its rough paws

lightly caressing the humans velvetly flesh.

Rolling his hard balls around in they’re silky

sac. The urethra tube that had been carefully

opened with a piece of split cane. Suddenly

erupted as torrents of thick white man milk

shot out. The massive gnoll licking it from his

slaves soft flesh and continued riding seeking

his own release. Slowly the debauched

warrior gently squeezed and contracted his

anal muscles. Stroking his giant gnoll masters

cock. In order to maximize the pleasure, his

master was receiving from his meekly

acquiescent body.

THE END.

What say anyone wanta be a prisoner of the

Gnolls????