Gwyn whimpered as she flung herself around a corner, the other two elves in hot pursuit. Suddenly, as she was back-peddling down an alley, her heel catches on a loose cobblestone, and she is flung backwards.
"Meep!" a shrill squawk escapes her lips as she falls back, going in rear first into a large wooden barrel. She hits the bottom of the empty barrel with a satisfying plop, the sheer force of the thick dildo once again driving deeper into her ass almost made her make her presence known to the whole town had she not covered her mouth with both hands. She's now folded up, her bottom resting on the base of the barrel, with her toes just about to peek out the top. Gwyn began to shift around, hoping for some reprieve before the sound of two pairs of heeled boots made her freeze. A small cork-hole was all that Gwyn could peek through to the outside world, albeit with difficulty as she had to spread her legs apart to do so.
"How far could that half-breed have gone?" The winded voice of the shorter of the two dark elves complained as the stopped their chase for a moment to catch their breath. "I've never seen someone run so fast, especially with that dildo rammed up her ass." She continued to whine as she reached back, gripping both of her own cheeks and groping them, empathizing only in the slightest.
A small grin bloomed on the taller elf's face as she watched her companion writhe in discomfort at the thought. Driving a newfound lust from her heart. "Well, they say when you hunt down a fox, you must think like a fox. Perhaps we are doing this hunt wrong." She purrs, walking over to her partner. Before the shorter elf could even react, the tall elf grappled her from behind.
"W-wait! Avyla! N-No---EEeeEp!" The short elf squealed before Avyla sunk her left hand down the back of her black skirt, driving both her middle and ring finger deep up her asshole without warning. Avyla's right hand had reached around the front, and gripped the tight thong hiding under the short elf's skirt, and yanked up harshly. The glittering, pink thong almost instantly begun to split her clit in two.
"Now, little Twil. If you were trying to hide from me, where would you go?" Avyla purred in the ear of the moaning Twil, bouncing her by the front of her thong while continuing to thrust her fingers deeper inside her. The shorter one mewled helplessly against her aggressor, only halfheartedly resisting her advances. Instead she writhed in a way that spoke of being used to this treatment.
It's a real miracle that the two elves are distracted enough to not notice the heavy breathing coming from the barrel behind them. This is the wettest Gwyn has ever been as she watches her pursuers from inside the barrel. She bites her bottom lip as she subconsciously tugs up on the front of her own panties slowly with both hands, mirroring the slow bucking motion of her hips as she pleases herself in secrecy. Each rock of her hips pressing the dildo against the wooden surface her barrel prison.
Suddenly both Gwyn and her suffering dark-elf counterpart are interrupted by Avyla's shrill gasp.
"Hold on a second, I just remembered something, little Twil." She explains, letting go of her thong, letting the elastic snap back painfully, earning a cute yelp from poor Twil. Using her free hand, the other still deep up Twil's ass, she reaches into a small leather pouch on the right side of Twil's hip.
"Oh good~" Twil murmers, already exhaused from everything going on, but not even bothering to pick her massive frontal wedgie.
"Do you remember exactly what you shoved up that little fox's rump?" Avyla's eyes gleam with excitement as she pulls out a small, white, rectangular object. Not only is Gwyn's head a bit too misty from everything going on, but its too small to make out any large details other than the fact that there is a large red button on the front.
Twil's eyes light up as well.
"That's right! It was the Humiliator M-2! You 'persuaded' that witch back in the market district at home to give to us!"
Gwyn's could feel nervous goosebumps prickle her skin, she wasn't quite sure what the two dark elves had in store for her, but she couldn't imagine that it would be anything good.
"Good girl! We just used it as a run-of-the-mill dildo, but this little white device makes it so much more." Avyla grins with malice as she holds it in her hand. Finally she removes her other hand from Twil, eager to try out the device. The device in question is covered with an array of dials, switches and buttons.
"This one adjusts the thrusting mechanism" Avyla begins to explain, pointing to the largest dial on the front. "The H-M2 will automatically thrust, as if it had a life of its own!"
"Whats the red button do?" Twil asks, while pressing it at the same time before her question gets answered.
Gwyn's breath hitches as the H-M2 begins to vibrate rapidly, a painfully loud hiss rings from the barrel as it suddenly gets much more wet from both her instantly climaxing, and something much more embarrassing.
"That, my little Twil, is the best feature, The H-M2 vibrates at the exact frequency to make the victim lose complete control of their bladder, making them piss themselves no matter where they are. Good work, now we just gotta follow a trail left by that miserable half-breed, We'll find her now." Avyla giggles evilly as she spurs her partner onward. Leaving a mewling Gwyn trapped in her barrel, fortunately for this unfortunate half-elf, there was a small crack at the bottom of the barrel, letting her pee trickle out and onto the cobblestone alley. Embarrassingly enough, this is exactly what Gwyn needs to be found, but who finds the exhaused, sexually overloaded, and humilated girl in the barrel?
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Option 1: The two elves backtrack right to the barrel, finding the whimpering Gwyn trapped. At this point, Gwyn is too exhausted to even fight back.
Option 2: A mysterious stranger happens upon the half-elf, and rescues her from her wooden prison. But her savior is not what she expected.
Option 3: With dedicated movements, Gwyn rocks the barrel back and forth, hoping to knock it to its side. It works! But it begins to roll down the slight hill of the alley...
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