Vae Victus-Chapter 1


The world around him spun yet he stayed in place far longer than he thought he would. From below, the rapt silence faded as gasps and cheers took flight to join him in the air. The world then came back into focus with green hands outstretched to claim his. He met his sister’s gaze and returned the smile she wore.

His gamble had paid off.

Alabaster and emerald hands intertwined once more. Ready to take flight to even higher heights. The warm air of the tent ran through his hair and nostrils. The smell of popcorn and candy soothed him as he approached the earth. Even as his momentum picked up he glanced at the audience they had today and smiled. He had hoped they saw his gratitude before their ascent. As they approached their apex, they adjusted their bodies. The most crucial part was to begin.

Let loose of their tether to safety, the two spun in the air. Almost stationary but slowly they descended and spun at rapid speeds. To use magic for such a mundane task seemed almost heretical but circus folk had no use for such sentiments. He unfurled himself first, landing on his feet.

He immediately shot his gaze up to watch for his sister. As she came to him slower and slower, he placed out his arms above his head. For the final time that night, alabaster and emerald joined hands. The landing stuck and the crowd erupted into a jubilant roar. The siblings took a bow as they surveyed the crowd.

Their best show to date he was sure.

This was the only time he was free. Free from the memories of his mother, who’d cursed him with her visage. Free of the memories of their father, whose own weakness had lead them here. Free of his sister’s torment, which took him whenever she pleased. He figured after a show like this, this would be a night she’d want to remember.


“That folks is all for our show tonight, please give one last round to the Titular, the Tantalizing, the Titillating, Rudra and Rushi!” Yharn proclaimed to the tent.


His fears became founded when she took his hand for the final bow. They both bent as low as they could, gave one last wave to their adoring crowd and made their way back to the wagon. His thoughts returned to his father for the briefest of moments, a brute and savage but he had good memory. He had recounted a saying to him many times when their Tribe was still together, when their family was whole. A comfort or bitter truth that rang in his ears.

“No matter good or bad, all things end in time.”He’d hope his sisters torment was brief tonight.




He stared at his form in the mirror, taking the cloth in his hand to his lips. He scrubbed harshly and then dipped the cloth in a jar close to him to dampen the fragment again. The egg shell white he had used to cover his lips started to fade as the nascent color of lavender started to burgeon. Another scrub and his vibrant lips once again cursed this world. He placed the rag on the rim of the jar as his hands moved lower to his nipples. Two large rings decorated his wisteria peaks, a facade to entice the artistically inclined and degenerate alike.


He held his fingers over the rings, focused what little mana he needed and the rings released themselves. He rubbed his sore nubs gingerly. He was grateful he’d found this work around for them, he didn’t have an urge to pierce his own flesh and he doubted anything like that could.

“Oh Rudi, I’m waiting.” A soft, but grating voice echoed from his left. He turned his head to be greeted by his sister and her large bust, two rings adorned her nipples as well. Same as his, he released them from her as her nipples retracted back into her plump tits. He didn’t know the term for it, but she had “shy nipples” he called them. They hid from her and others unless coaxed out, which needed to be done before every show. One solace he took from his current situation, the only time he got to touch breasts and feel like a man.


A sigh of relief escaped her lips and her eyes narrowed as she leaned into him. She rested her head on his shoulder while her chest hung close to his hand. He grew still, contemplating when she’d start. The smell of her sweat tickled his nose as she didn’t like to bathe after a show, only in the morning. He felt his cock twitch after a few minutes of breathing her in. It wasn’t unpleasant to him just familiar and a sign of things to come. He pondered how she’d start this time.


Bind him, beat him, berate or bemoan him? Braid his hair or paint his nails the same lavender as his lips? Lock him in a spare cage again, bound with his cum staining the floors as he lies in it? It was never clear with women.

“You did good tonight, I’m proud of you.” That was new…and horrifying. She had never done this before, he could feel his heart in his chest and something in his throat

“So, what do you want to do?” He could feel his eyes almost pop from his skull, what was she on about, was this a trick?

He wasn’t allowed to touch her before, or to kiss her either. He was never in control and he froze up like…like…

“You fucking Elf-fag, are you deaf? Did that spin trick cause your eardrums to burst?” There it was, it didn’t take long for her to call him that. Her impatience was getting the better of her, as it always did. She gripped his ass with a finger rotating around his pucker. “Last time before I do the regular, what do you want?” His mind raced for an answer as the grip on his ass tightened, he went with the only thing he could think of.


“Your breasts.” He declared with a pitiful voice. He was hopeful. This earned a smug look from her, one that filled him with shame for even thinking this was going to be pleasant. Her hands moved to where her teats hid and she slowly started to fidget and nudge her girls to attention, keeping her eyes on him.


“Details?” Even when she faked being kind she came across as such a bitch.

“Do you want to slap them? Fuck them? Suck them?” He wanted to smack her.

His voice was caught in his throat again, why couldn’t he just say it? Better yet why did he take this from her at all? He had taught her magic when they got here so she wouldn’t be stuck shoveling the animal shit out of cages. All he needed to do is what she does to him, a quick collar and a show. Maybe he could put her in a cage and shake it until she stops moving? He was jolted from his thought by her hands gripping his cock firmly.


She moved her hand up and down the length of his shaft. Three hands couldn’t cover it, the only thing about his body he enjoyed. The only part that made him feel adequate. During some shows it had slipped out of the costume and was treated to wide eyes and whistles. She gave a slight squeeze with her nails digging into the sides of his dick. A hint, a warning to hurry up.

“I want to suck them.” And like that she moved her hands to his head and guided him down to her lap. She gently placed his head on her lap as she brought her mounds to his face, her nipples only slightly exposed. He latched on to her udder like a hungry cub. He drew out the totality of the fleshy marble she kept in her tits. Sucking, licking, biting and now he moaned into her breast. He wanted to be close to her, close enough to hear her fucking heart beat. He was once again drawn back to reality by her touch.


He hated her yet he craved closeness, it was so confusing to him. Had this been another curse of his mother?

Her finger probed his shrinking foreskin, tracing along its shape. It was a slow and agonizing act. She went deeper with her little finger tracing his glands and after two laps she withdrew it. She examined it and smiled.


“Leave it to an Elf to stay clean even after a performance.” She ran the finger along her tongue “Little faggots like you taste like sap.”


He hoped he didn’t blush, but that was probably an impossibility. He just tried to act like he hadn’t heard her and went back to her increasingly moist tit. He felt his foreskin drawn down completely now, she wasn’t done yet.

“You are a gods damn disgrace,” she rubbed his thick lavender graced head. “ What orc, even a half orc, looks like you huh?”

There it was. Like every other time, this was how it started. Leave it to a women to drudge up the past and everything wrong you’ve done or didn’t do. He could feel the grip on him tightening. He took this opportunity for gratification as he doubt anything like this would happen again. He took the marble of flesh in between his teeth and ground it.

“Little faggot fuck.” She growled at him. “Fine then. You got your reward.” metal clicked around his wrists before he could react. His body was dragged up to the the large pillow pile that rested at the end of their wagon home.


Two more clicks around his ankles and his legs spread against his will. Rushi moved to lay her head against his thigh. She cupped his balls and placed her nose along his shaft. Her tongue darting out at random places sampling his sweet sweat.


“They should run elves like you ragged.” She slurped at his skin, nibbling and biting “Then string you up around a camp like sugar licks for anyone who wants you.”


“Fuck you.” He said as a mix of a whimper and a growl through gritted teeth.


“Not today,” she sang as she bent his legs back against his will. “Unlike you I’m not a totally heartless faggot who bites the person trying to be nice.”


She bent over towards him, placing her hands on his toned ass. Spreading it like so many times before. He wasn’t anything now but the property of his little sister. He wanted to shed tears, but he had already given up so much to her, for her. He refused, he glared at her and hoped his hate was apparent even if impotent.


“You ought to be grateful to me, I’ve convinced Yharn time and time again to protect you from our patrons.” She blew in crevice of his ass.


“Hard to do all those stunts with a blown out ass. Though I guess a prince like you misses the attention?” She spat on him this time, prepping him.


She held up a single finger and slowly licked it. Then she gagged herself on it and a noticeable shine covered her skin. A wicked grin followed. She placed her finger at the entrance of his ass and slowly forced her finger in. Moans escaped his lips, mortified at this action he had been subjected to countless times now.


She withdrew her still glistening finger and examined it before she licked it clean.


“Good boy,” muffled words escaped her cramped mouth. “ Must have scared you when I told you to keep it clean or I’d make you eat it.”

She leaned forward placing her mouth on his anus as she started to kiss it. She went to grip his neglected cock and jerked him in a haphazard fashion. Her kisses soon replaced by lashes of the tongue and exaggerated noises. Two or three of her fingers made their way into him at some point. She must be trying to stretch him out with her tiny fingers he thought.

He began to sweat and the small wagon filled with the scent of his sweet odor. He grit his teeth and tried to focus on what actual made him happy. The memories of his mother before her death. The first time he used magic and when he taught his sister magic before their current state. The crowd cheering for him after the show tonight.


All was for naught as her tongue entered his ass. He groaned as it did, he was hopeless now.


She only ever did this to him. She only ever kissed him there or pleased him in this fashion. It was revenge, nothing more. She blamed him for everything and like their tribe hated elves. He didn’t ask for his appearance, or the things attached to it.


“Maybe for the next show,” she buried her face in his balls and hummed. “Maybe we should show them your lovely little lavender pucker?” 


He simply groaned in response. He could feel himself weakening. His legs locked in place started to hurt. His groin tightened to a painful degree from her endless taunts and torture.


His attention was drawn to her once more before all was said and done. Her tongue stuck out in a comical fashion, it straightened in an unnatural fashion. It almost looked like it extended a little, but then it dawned on him…the iron in her blood…


Her final descent was brutal, her tongue pierced his wet sloppy hole once more. The depth this time was unlike any other. He could feel his prostate making quick friends with her tongue as they played a seemingly endless game of tag.


He forced a piece of metal through a drape in their wagon and spun it fast enough for the fabric to wrap around it. He brought it to his mouth and bit down as hard as he could. He groaned and wailed silently as he could, his seed shooting up into the air. Falling around him like rain as his legs fell back to the bed.


He felt her tongue released from the confines of that sinful prison. He could fill his sphincter spasm from the departure. He could only imagine her joy at a few winks goodbye. She moved to his side and released the bonds from him and placed them back on their hanger.


She fell to his side. She placed a pillow under her head, then did the same for him. As he drifted off to sleep he felt her hand taking his now cold seed and began rub it into his skin. She had always said this was why Elves had such pale and smooth skin. It was because they got fucked in the ass and rubbed the cum on themselves afterwards. It was an old joke from before their tribe was wiped out. People only laughed when dad wasn’t around.


A familiar hum rang in his ears as he closed his eyes for the final time that night. It was the old song his mother had sung to him. He couldn’t remember the words and neither did his sister but she had liked it enough to remember the rhythm. 

The semblance of that song helped lull him to sleep and his torment came to an end.