A dump for screenshots that would just be too many on my mod page and a little story fitting the theme as such.

 

I kneel at the edge of the bandit camp, shivering under the thin, filthy rag I stole in Solitude. It barely covers anything. The iron band they forged around my neck sits heavy and permanent against my throat. Cum and grime from the citizens who used me on the way back still leak down my thighs. I stare into the dirty puddle in front of me and see what I’ve become.
My reflection is pathetic. Blonde hair matted, face streaked with dirt and dried seed, the collar gleaming dully. The rag slips off one shoulder and I let it. I drop it completely. The cold night air kisses every inch of my inked skin.
Look at me… completely marked… owned… ruined… and still leaking like a used whore…
The words and symbols cover me head to toe. Crude scrawls across my chest, spades above my nipples, tally marks running down my ribs, “Bandit Cumdump” and “Big Bandit Cock Only” curving over my hips and thighs. Even my face carries their claim. I trace one of the spades on my inner thigh and my cunt throbs.
It feels good… why does it feel so good now…?
Memories flood me while I wait in the cold...

They had caught me so easily....
I thought I was strong. A real adventurer. I had new gear, a sword I swung well and pride burning in my chest. The bandits just laughed when I tried to fight. Ropes bit into my wrists, my arms yanked behind me. The first thick bandit cock that forced its way into my tight pussy made me scream. They held me down and took turns while I cried out.
Why did I fight…? Their cocks felt so good once they broke me in… I was so stupid…
The tattoos started that night. They tied me down and the needle began its work while they used me. Every sting made me sob. “Bandit Toy” across my lower back. Spades and degrading words carved into my thighs and chest while thick cocks stretched me open. The pain and pleasure blurred together.
The drugs came next. Sweet, burning mixtures that made my body betray me. I started cumming on their cocks even while I begged them to stop. They praised me. Called me a good girl. Told me I was learning my place.
Still I tried to run anyway twice. Each time they caught me they added more ink and fucked me harder until the fight started leaking out of me.

I shake the memory off, still staring at my reflection when I hear footsteps. Several bandits approach. One of them growls when he sees me.
“The little runaway bitch came crawling back? I’m gonna punish this whore for running.”
He grabs my hair roughly just about to drag me into the dirt. My heart hammers… but I don’t resist. I spread my knees wider on instinct, showing them my marked, leaking body.
Another bandit stops him, his voice was calmer but amused.
“Wait... She came back on her own. She presented herself and waited. Collar still on. Covered in our marks. She’s learned to embrace it.”
The first one hesitates while I stay on my knees, trembling, still slowly dripping onto the ground.
The second bandit crouches in front of me. He lifts my chin gently, almost kindly.
“You really came back, little elf? After everything?”
I nod, voice small and broken.
“Yes… I… I have nowhere else… the people in Solitude… they looked at me like filth… they used me too but… they hated me… you… you still want me right…?”
Please… don’t send me away… I will embrace your cocks… I need to be owned…
He smiles slowly as his thumb brushes over one of the degrading words on my cheek.
“Good girl. You finally understand. The world outside sees you as tainted... a bandit’s whore. Only we want you like this. Marked. Owned. Filled with our cum. You belong here now.”
The words sink into me and my cunt clenches hard causing fresh slick to mix with the leaking cum.
Yes… I belong here… their toy… their cumrag… they will treat me well…
He stands and offers me his hand. I take it without hesitation. They pull me closer to the fire, no ropes this time. One of them spreads my legs and pushes back inside me while another strokes my hair.
“Welcome home, slut. We’ll treat you better than those bastards in Solitude ever could. As long as you keep being our good little bandit cocksleeve.”
I moan brokenly as he starts fucking me, my marked tits bouncing with every thrust.
Thank you… thank you for taking me back… I don’t want to run anymore… I just want your big bandit cocks… this is where I belong now…
They use me gently at first, almost tenderly compared to before, praising me the whole time. Every kind word makes something warm bloom in my ruined chest. I push back onto the cock inside me and beg like they trained me.
“Please… fill me again… I’m your cumdump… use me… I’m home now…”
As another load pumps deep into me I look down at myself one more time...
Completely inked... Collared... Owned... and for the first time, I smile.
This broken, cock-addicted elf has finally accepted what she is.