Laurana’s hair flashed golden in the sunlight as she jerked her horse’s
head around and charged down the hillside towards the
milling soldiers of the Dark Queen’s army. She had gone with a small
scouting party to this ridge, partly to observe the distant
enemy camp, partly to get away from the duties of command for an hour.
They had run into a scouting patrol from the army of Takhisis, most
likely performing the same duty that she was. Both parties
were about the same size but the Dark Queen’s had the misfortune to
be at the bottom of slope and vulnerable to a quick
charge.
The soldiers scattered like leaves in an autumn storm as Laurana and
her troops smashed into their center. Shouts and screams
came from around her as she flicked her long sword across a charging
soldier’s neck. Within a few minutes the soldiers of the
Dark Queen had scattered and were riding pell mell back across the
green plain towards their camp.
“May all our battles be this easy,” the leader of the scouting party
said as he reined in by her. Just then another scout shouted a
warning and pointed towards the retreating enemy.
Coming towards them were the forms of heavy cavalry, enough of them
to easily overwhelm the small scouting party.
“Ride!” Laurana yelled. “Split up and go through the forest!” She snapped
the reins and her horse bolted into a gallop towards
the nearby forest that grew along the other side of the ridge. They’d
have no trouble eluding the enemy riders if they got into the
trees.
Thin branches slapped at Laurana’s armor as she rode through the forest.
To her right she watched as the lieutenant turned to
north and started off on his preassigned route through the forest.
Each of the scouts had one that would get them through the
forest with the least amount of trouble for them and the most for the
enemy.
Laurana turned her attention back to her trail and cursed. In her distraction
she had strayed off of her path and was heading
towards a steep slope downwards. She began to yank back on the reins
but stopped once her horse headed over the edge of
the slope. At the speed they were traveling, any attempt to stop would
mean a broken leg or neck. All she could do was hold
on for dear life as her horse galloped down the lightly vegetated slope
towards a thicker portion of the forest in front of her.
She ducked as thicker branches began to pass overhead as she rode into
the denser part of the forest, all the while hauling
back on the reins. Finally her horse slowed to a stop in a tiny clearing
in between the woods. Laurana cocked her head and
listened for any sound of pursuit, any cavalry that tried to make it
down that hill would sound like a baggage train going off a
cliff. When she heard nothing she dismounted and began to check her
horse for any injuries, paying special attention to the
horse’s hooves.
She had almost finished when she heard a small branch snap behind her.
The elf general spun, her sword sliding from her
scabbard. She watched as a small gourd was tossed into the clearing
to break open and release a cloud of choking gas.
Laurana coughed and clutched at her throat as she fell to her knees,
her sword dropping to the ground. The last thing she saw
before she blacked out was a pair of large cloven hooves.
“What’s a Qualinesti doing here, Motos?” Jithros asked, nervously fingering
his axe. The younger minotaur had been
increasingly nervous the farther they got from their village. Motos
thought it was because he had no intention of living up to his
boasts of defeating the entire army of the Dark Queen by himself.
“She’s probably with the army of the Golden General,” Motos said as
he examined the elf woman’s face. He grunted and
patted the neck of her horse, still loyally staying by her side.
“We’d better get back to the village. It’ll take a while to pack up
and we want to be well away from here before the battle
starts.”
“She’s pretty, isn’t she?” Jithros said. Like so many of the younger
minotaurs, he showed little control over his lust and didn’t
bother hiding it. “Wait, do you think she’s the Golden General?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Motos said, “a general would never be out without an escort.”
“Maybe they were killed, those cavalry were chasing her.”
“She doesn’t look like a general, look at her, she’s probably someone’s concubine playing dress up.”
“Well, what are we going to do with her? If we leave her here those
soldiers will find her,” Jithros said, looking over his
shoulder towards the Dark Queen’s camp.
“So?” Motos said. “We have no quarrel with either army, why should we get involved?”
“But think of what they’ll do to her!”
“Nothing you wouldn’t do to her, eh?” Motos said, raising his hand to
placate the younger minotaur's look of anger. “If you
want to take her, fine. You’re carrying her though and she’d better
not bring down any patrols on us.”
Motos smiled inwardly as he watched Jithros grin gleefully and pull
some leather thongs from his belt to bind the woman with.
Jithros quickly tied the elf’s hands behind her back and hoisted her
over the saddle of her horse. When he was done, Motos
motioned for him to follow and began the long walk back to their village.
The fire crackled cheerfully as Motos turned the spitted carcass of
two rabbits he had managed to trap. Jithros was on the
other side of the fire removing the armor from the elf woman.
She was still unconscious from the sleeping gas they had used on her.
Motos wondered if she would be all right, the gas was
almost never used on anyone not a minotaur and could have side effects.
“Look at her, Motos,” Jithros said excitedly. “She’s beautiful!” Motos
glanced over and saw that Jithros had stripped the
woman of her armor and was running his hands over the thin clothing
she wore beneath it.
The elf was indeed beautiful in the firelight. Her golden hair shimmered
as highlights played over it, a few loose strands falling
over her face. Her body was superb, slender but with full breasts and
long legs. Motos looked back to the rabbits as he
noticed Jithros rubbing his cock through his loincloth. Youth, he thought.
Well, the woman would get a warm welcome back at
the village before she was sent back to whichever army she whored for.
Jithros licked the last bit of grease from his fingers as his gaze strayed
back to the still unconscious elf woman. Motos was
asleep on the far side of the fire, his back turned. Jithros looked
around and edged over to the elf woman. He licked his lips as
he began to tug off her boots and then began to unlace her breeches.
His breathing became deeper as he pulled them off and
stared at her legs.
She moaned, causing him to look up fearfully, as he ran his rough hands
over her bare thighs. When she didn’t move further,
Jithros reached up and pulled down her underwear, almost laughing in
joy as he spotted her golden furred crotch.
“Whhzzzgk,” the elf woman murmured drowsily. Jithros watched her face
carefully and then began unlacing her shirt. “Hmmmg,
Tanis...” she said and shifted to a more comfortable position. Looking
nervously over at Motos, Jithros untied her hands
quickly and pulled her shirt off her before retying her hands. “Mmmg,
kiss me Tanis,” she murmured.
To far gone with lust to care if she was awake or not, Jithros pulled
off his loincloth and rolled her onto her back. For a
moment he wondered if he should retie her hands in front of her body
so that she would be more comfortable, but the sight of
her breasts rising and falling with her breathing was too much. Jithros
bent his head and began to suck at her breasts, savoring
the sweet taste of her skin as he ran his tongue over her rapidly hardening
nipples.
Laurana opened her eyes slowly at the feeling of a tongue laving over
her breasts and hands clutching and squeezing them. Her
vision blurred and she closed her eyes again, mind spinning and thoughts
floating in and out of her head like clouds.
“Oh, Tanis, yes,” she moaned softly as the mouth began to suck hungrily
at her breasts. She tried to reach up to run her hands
through his hair but found them tied behind her back and pinned uncomfortably
beneath her back. “Why don’t you ever let me
tie you up?” she said somewhat petulantly as the hands squeezed her
breasts hard, their thumbs rubbing over her stiff nipples.
Jithros marveled at his luck. The woman thought he was someone else,
probably her current master. Not one to miss an
opportunity he crawled up her body and presented his cock to her mouth.
“Suck me,” he said, his voice low and husky. He
groaned in pleasure as the woman lifted her head and ran her tongue
over his cockhead. He watched as she opened her mouth
wide and rolled over onto her side to accept his cock as he pushed
into her warm and wet mouth.
Locks of her golden hair fell over her face and Jithros lifted them
out of the way, wanting to see the motion of her cheeks as she
began to move her head up and down his cock. Panting loudly, he sat
back and pulled her onto her knees, her mouth still
sucking hungrily at his cock. He watched as her head bobbed over his
crotch as she knelt before him, the rounded curves of
her ass sticking in the air as her upper body moved slowly up and down.
Jithros debated whether he should try to savor the exquisite pleasure
that the elf woman was giving him or to come quickly and
enjoy her as many different times as possible. Deciding on the latter,
he ran his hands through her incredibly soft hair and took
her head in his hands. Hoping he wouldn’t hurt her too badly, he began
to push her head down on his cock. To his surprise, the
elf woman barely gagged as his thick cock pushed back into her throat.
Groaning in pleasure, he began to thrust his cock
upwards as he forced her down, each time pushing his cock deep into
her throat.
Laurana’s head spun as Tanis forced his cock deep into her throat, being
more forceful and demanding than she could
remember. Her nostrils flared as she struggled to breathe as he pulled
his cock out of her throat. She began to whimper,
wishing he would put his cock to use somewhere else, as her quim became
unbearably wet. Squeezing her thighs together in a
vain attempt to satisfy herself, she was surprised when he came in
her throat. His hands tightened painfully in her hair as he
pushed his hips up and forced her head down onto his cock, leaving
his cock in her throat as his come spurted. He was acting
so strangely, Laurana managed to think, usually he likes it when I
taste it.
Jithros pulled his cock from the elf woman’s throat and let loose a
final spatter of come in her mouth, watching with lust crazed
eyes as she swallowed it eagerly and let his cock fall from her lips,
shining with her saliva. More roughly than he normally would
be, he spun her around so that the perfect curves of her ass pointed
towards him. He smiled lustfully and slapped her bottom
once, delighting in her loud gasp, before kneeling behind her and pressing
his cock to her quim. To his surprise she lifted her ass
higher and moved backward, inviting him to mount her.
The minotaur wasted no time in doing so, grasping the elf around her
slim waist and pulling her back onto his cock. She yelled
loudly in pleasure and arched her back to force him deeper into her
body. “Tanis, yess! Harder!” she panted, so loud that he
looked back at Mitos to see if he had awakened. Worried that the older
minotaur might demand the elf woman for himself if he
did awake, Jithros snatched a handkerchief he had found in the elf
woman’s things and stuffed it into her mouth, muffling her
cries effectively.
Laurana whimpered in pleasure as Tanis pounded into her, his hands gripping
her waist tightly as he pulled her back onto his
cock. Her cheek lay pressed against the dirt of the clearing as she
pushed her ass back onto him. He was being so rough for
today’s game, she thought. She briefly wondered where their games would
take them as he increased his tempo, his crotch
pounding against the cheeks of her ass.
Tanis usually liked to pretend he was a highborn elven lord and that
she was a human girl he would ravish. He seemed to take
particular joy out of making her ask for his cock, but with her mouth
stuffed full of her handkerchief, she was unable to oblige
him. Laurana’s thoughts were cut off as she felt Tanis’ hands move
from her waist to her hanging breasts, kneading and fondling
them in time with his thrusts. She groaned in pleasure and pushed back
onto his cock as best she could, her hands tightening
and straining against the leather thongs that bound them behind her
back. Laurana screamed into her gag as Tanis moved one
hand down her sweat slick belly to her clit and began to rub it firmly.
His fingers slid and danced over it, occasionally moving
further down to rub the lips of her quim before rubbing again at her
clit. She closed her eyes and let out another muffled cry as
she came, tightening and spasming around his madly pumping cock.
Jithros was unable to contain himself as the elf woman came furiously.
He leaned back and roared in pleasure as he yanked her
back against his crotch, their flesh smacking loudly together. Every
muscle in his body tensed as he rammed his cock deep into
her and came, his come shooting into her and filling her to the point
of overflowing. Exhausted, he fell onto his side, the elf
woman still pressed against his chest as he idly ran his hands over
her breasts.
Laurana spat the handkerchief out of her mouth and licked her lips contentedly
as she pressed her back against Tanis’ chest.
Strange, she had never noticed how much hairier than other elves he
was.
Laurana woke to the smell of earth and animal sweat. She blinked rapidly,
trying to clear her blurred vision and gradually made
out her surroundings. She was in a cabin or hut of some sort, furnished
roughly and floored in dirt. Directly ahead of her as she
sat up was a long piece of fabric that served as a door.
She felt a twinge of fear tug at her heart as she wondered if she had
been captured by the Dragonarmy, but that was dispelled
as she took a closer look at her surroundings. They were built too
large for any but the tallest human to use comfortably and
much too large for an elf. She tried to piece together the clues and
determine where she was, coming to a conclusion that left
her heart racing.
“Oh no,” she whispered, “minotaurs.” She choked back a moan of fear
as childhood tales of what minotaurs did to elves that
they captured trickled back into her memory. Back then she had been
told that minotaurs ate elves and especially bad little
girls. All her life she had had an unreasonable and paralyzing fear
of the creatures. Over the years she had heard different
stories from her companions and those elves who traveled outside the
forest realm of the Qualinesti. Laurana shivered as she
remembered the stories that the adults told to each other, about the
unlucky elf woman who had been taken by a roving band
of minotaurs. They had- Laurana stopped the thought. If she dwelled
on what had happened to that woman, she would never
get out of here before it happened to her.
Jithros wiped his wands with a rag after washing them, eying the platter
of food and sweets he had collected. They were the
best in the village and had cost him dearly, leaving him in debt to
Kazar the smith and Orza the shaman. But he hoped with them
he could convince the elf woman to leave her current master and stay
with him. He would prefer to have her stay
willingly, he had no idea if she was too delicate to be taken by force
and didn’t want to risk losing the sweetest bed partner he
ever had.
The minotaur shuddered in remembered pleasure as he reached for the
platter and started towards the back of his cabin where
the elf still slept. Of all the women of all the races he had coupled
with, she had been the best. Her skin was so soft, feeling like
the satins that he had once guarded for a rich human merchant. Her
hair was like a warm cloud that smelled of flowers. Last
night, after he they had arrived back at the village, he had just lain
next to her after he had finished, his muzzle buried in her hair.
His mind full of fantasies and hopes, he stepped through the curtain
into the bedroom, not noticing the dagger at his neck until
he walked forward and nearly cut his own throat.
“Who do you serve, minotaur?” Laurana asked in a harsh whisper as she
held the dagger to the minotaur’s throat. It was a
risky maneuver, he was much taller than her and she had to reach to
get the dagger to his throat. If he was brave enough to try
to jerk away...
Motos looked up from the bundle he was securing to the cart’s bed towards
Jithros’ cabin at the sound of a loud crash.
Around him in the village square, the other inhabitants were assembling
their belongings on an assortment of wagons, cart’s, and
pack animals. Most were minotaurs like him, but there were a few of
other races who had drifted in over the years, seeking a
place where they weren’t hunted or despised.
They weren’t nomads, but with the very real possibility of a war occurring
just over the range of hills to the east, moving was
the best option. Luckily for the villagers, most were minotaurs and
could carry loads that would crush a human. At least nothing
would be left behind but the empty shells of the cabins and houses.
Most of the crops had also been taken in already, leaving
only a few late rising crops behind.
“Motos! Where’s that student of yours?” Orza shouted as he stomped across
the village square. “Get him and his captive, we
need to get moving soon! The women have already left.”
Motos grunted and nodded his acknowledgement. Student, he thought. Jithros
wasn’t much of a student now, too young and
hot-headed to listen to what those more knowledgeable had to say. Motos
supposed he should take the elf concubine away
from Jithros and hand her over to the elders, that was what custom
stated should be done. At the very least, it would get her
away from the almost legendary lusts of the young minotaur. Although,
he couldn’t say he cared what Jithros did with the elf as
long as it didn’t disturb the other villagers. He didn’t much care
what happened to any elf, for that matter. But he obeyed and
walked over to Jithros’ cabin, stopping to take a drink from the town
well before entering.
Jithros couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The sweet elven concubine
had turned on him and was standing over his kneeling
body with a dagger at his neck. How could someone look so sweet and
be so menacing?
“Well, minotaur, who do you serve?” Laurana asked again, anger coloring
her voice. She had the sneaking suspicion that her
vivid dream of Tanis wasn’t so much a dream and her lack of clothing
was making an unsavory possibility very likely. “Who?”
she emphasized her words with pressure on the dagger, pinking the minotaur’s
thick hide.
“The village elders,” the minotaur said carefully, his hands still raised over his head. “Sweet-”
“Shut up!” Laurana hissed as she heard the front door of the cabin open.
“Jithros!” she heard another minotaur yell. “Finish up with the woman,
we need to get moving soon. I hope you’re enjoying
yourself,” There was the sound of a chair scraping over the dirt and
a thump. “We can’t afford to take her with us anyway, it
could be a while before we find another site as good as this one and
food may be scarce. Jithros?” Laurana looked around
frantically, her hair whipping over the Jithros’ face, searching for
another exit, and unaware of the quiet moan of pleasure that he
gave as her hair slid over his muzzle.
“Jithros?” the other minotaur said. Laurana heard him rise and walk towards the curtain. “Jithros, what are you doing-”
Motos stopped when he pulled back the curtain and saw Jithros kneeling
in the dirt with the elf concubine behind him with a
dagger to his neck. “What is going on here?” he asked.
“Who are you?” the elf woman asked.
“I am Motos of Stervah’s Village. Who are you?”
“I’m asking the questions for now, where am I?”
“Stervah’s Village, it’s-”
“How far from the Dragonarmy camp?”
“About a day’s ride.”
“I want my horse and my armor, n-” She was interrupted by the crack
of a gourd flying through the curtain and smashing on the
floor. Laurana clamped her mouth shut and dove for the door, trying
to slip by the minotaur and away from the gas. Behind her
she heard the smaller minotaur fall to the ground. The larger one grabbed
at her and caught her bare ankle as she jumped past
him, pulling her to the ground as he fell. Laurana struggled to kick
off his hand, trying not to breath the cloud of gas wafting
around her. Her lungs burning, she was forced to suck in the gas and
felt herself falling, asleep before she hit the ground.
She woke to the sounds of distant conversation and a fire. Her head
pounding, she rolled onto her side and looked out through
the bars of a makeshift cage of wooden fence slats. A good distance
away she saw the sitting forms of minotaurs gathered
around a fire, eating and conversing. She shuddered as she heard them
talking about how to treat their new ‘pet’.
Laurana sat up wearily, taking note that she was still naked although
there was a pile of thick blankets on the bottom of the
cage. She gathered them around her, cursing the minotaurs for reducing
her to the status of a pet, and examined her
surroundings more carefully.
Apparently the cage was on the back of an open bedded wagon parked some
distance away from the main fires of the camp.
The forest was thinner than it had been when she had first ridden into
it, it showed signs of becoming the sparser grasslands to
the south.
“You’re awake,” a form she recognized as the younger minotaur said as
he walked over. He was standing outside the cage
holding a large platter of food and appeared oddly solicitous, as if
he was waiting on an important person. “Eat up. You’ll need
your strength.”
Laurana studied him, her eyes going from the tips of his horns to the
cloven hooves of his feet. “What do you want from me?”
she finally said.
“Just eat, pet,” he said passing the platter under the cage’s door. “I’m Jithros. What’s your name?”
“Laurana,” Laurana answered, wondering if the gamble of telling him
her name was worth it. If he was allied with her forces
she’d be let go, but if he was allied with the Dragonarmy...
She watched him closely for a sign of recognition as she ate, picking
at the vegetables and and slices of what looked like some
sort of game hen, while he stared back. Her brows furrowed as she saw
him smile and lick his lips, his eyes going from the bare
skin of her legs to the swell of her breasts under the blanket. Laurana
shifted nervously and tried to pull as much of her body as
she could under the blankets. Grinning at her attempts to hide herself,
the minotaur reached through the slats of the cage and
stroked her hair posessively. Laurana froze, her heart pounding as
he ran his hand through her hair. Everything but a gut
wrenching fear fled from her mind, leaving her unable to do anything
as he ran his hand down the side of her face. When his
hand finally retreated through the slats of the cage it felt as if
a weight had been lifted from her, allowing her at last to move and
thnk.
The touch along with his lecherous stare, and her throbbing headache,
was too much for Laurana’s now fragile temper. “What
do you want, you stupid cow? Get away from me, by the Abyss!” she snapped
shrilly realizing too late that gravely insulting her
captors was not a good idea. She watched the minotaur closely and was
surprised to see that he seemed more smug than angry
as he stood up and stalked back towards the fire.
“How’s your pet doing?” Motos said, only half-joking, as Jithros walked
up to the fire and sat down. His head was still aching
from the gas he had sucked in. He supposed he should thank Orza for
his quick thinking in averting a possible crisis, but the
throbbing in his head inclined him against that.
“She’s fine,” Jithros said morosely, his head aching after the elf had screamed at him.
“What’s the matter?” Erzak, another minotaur about Jithros’ age asked.
“Thought you’d be happier now that you’ve got a
sweet little pet.”
“With claws,” Tirkas said. He was slightly older than Jithros and had
just begun training to be a warrior. “I heard about how
she grabbed your dagger.”
“What’s her name anyway?” Motos asked while he finished off his food and set down his plate.
“Laurana,” Jithros said.
Motos sat up straighter, careful to hide his surprise from the others.
Could she really be the Golden General? If she was, the
Dragonarmy would pay a fortune for her, enough so that he could stop
wandering around with this village. On the other hand,
so would her army.
There was quiet for the next few minutes as a large jug of homebrewed
whisky was passed around. Normally the minotaurs
wouldn’t drink so much, but the strain of moving had taken its toll
on them. Not to mention the fact that all the women had left
earlier and were camped over the next hill range, leaving the youngbloods
with nothing but their hands to amuse themselves with
later.
“I hate elves,” Jithros said, his voice a little wobbly from too much
of the homebrew. “They think they’re better than everyone
else, especially if you look different.”
“Humans ain’t even as bad as them,” Erzak said morosely. “At least the
humans hate everyone who ain’t human. They’re,
they’re-”
“Fair,” finished Tirkas. “They don’t go around saying how they believe
everyone is equal and should be treated fairly then run
you off your land.”
Laurana pulled the blankets over her head and huddled down in the bottom
of the cage, trying to be as inconspicuous as
possible and hoping that the minotaurs would be passing out soon before
they remembered they had an elf to take out their
frustrations on. A childhood fear of minotaurs was creeping back to
her, making her nervous and stopping any chance at
rational thought. She thought she had gotten over her fear decades
ago, but it was coming back with a vengeance.
“-Snooty damn elves. I like humans,” Erzak said, his voice slurring.
“Maybe we should go sign up with the Dragonarmy, there
ain’t no elves there.”
“You’re a stupid cow,” Motos said drunkenly, “you think they’d treat
you any better? You’d just be fodder to feed to the
Knights.”
“Cow. She called us cows,” Jithros said suddenly.
“Who?” Erzak asked.
“Lau- Lau- Laurana,” Jithros managed to say.
“Who’s that?”
“My pet,” Jithros said and stood shakily. Laurana lay as still as possible
under the blankets as she heard him stomp over to the
cage. It was like she was back in her childhood room, huddling under
the blankets while she waited for the monsters she saw in
the shadows to go away. “Wake up!” he roared, slamming his hand into
the side of the cage and rocking the wagon.
Laurana bit her lip and hoped that he’d run out of steam soon. If he
decided that he was going to take her by force, there
wasn’t much she could do. The minotaur’s skin was so tough that she
had had trouble cutting it with his dagger, much less biting
or scratching him. That left his eyes, but they were set deeply in
his skull and surrounded by a ridge of bone that made it hard to
get at them. No, Laurana thought with a sinking feeling in her stomach,
if they try something, I won’t be able to stop them. She
would give anything if only the minotaurs were something else. Draconians,
hobgoblins, humans, anything but minotaurs.
“You don’t have a pet,” Erzak said with a laugh as he walked over to
the cage and looked at the pile of blankets on the floor.
“There’s no one in there.”
“Yes there is,” Jithros said angrily, reaching through the slats to
pull the blankets off. Erzak and the other minotaurs who had
wandered over grunted appreciatively at the sight before them. Laurana
had to work hard to stifle the scream that wanted to fly
from her throat as she was uncovered. One of the minotaurs hooted appreciatively
at the sight of her bare breasts and stomach.
Laurana scooted away from them, trying as best she could to cover herself
with her hands and arms. Her heart began to thud
against her chest as she saw the group of minotaurs gathering outside
the cage, each one of them stinking of whiskey and with
easily apparent erections.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know what I was saying,” she stammered out, feeling
her usual calm and control slipping away at the sight
of so many hostile minotaurs. “I’m very sorry, sincerely sorry.” Her
eyes widened as the one called Jithros moved around to the
cage door and opened the lock. “No, please, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
she yelled as he reached in and grabbed for her. She
managed to avoid his drunken groping for a few moments before he leaned
into the cage and caught her firmly around the
ankles.
Laurana tried not to scream and show her fear as the minotaur dragged
her from the cage and hoisted her in his arms. She was
trying desperately to maintain the calm composure of the Golden General,
but the presence of so many obviously wanting to
abuse her in the worst way filled her mind with a terror she had never
felt before. “Please! Please don’t!” she begged, hating the
way her voice sounded as she was carried towards the fire.
Her hair shone in the firelight as the minotaur let her drop to the
ground, loose strands hanging over her face as she struggled to
compose herself. For a moment she managed to regain her composure and
felt her heart slowing. But then she saw Jithros
carrying over a stool and rope with an evil grin recognizable even
on his distinctly unelven face.
“What are you planning to do to me?” Laurana asked, managing to project
some of the cool self-assurance that she needed as
the Golden General. She felt the facade of calm she wore crumbling
as Jithros just laughed and set the stool down in front of
her. She gasped in surprise as he grabbed her hair and yanked her up
and over the stool, laying her on it on her stomach.
Before she could react, more hands grabbed her arms and pulled them
behind her back, quickly tying them with rope as others
tied her to the stool. Laurana began to sweat nervously, her hair falling
in a curtain over her face to trail in the dirt. She became
acutely aware of how vulnerable she was, on her knees bent over a stool
and helpless to defend herself. Laurana bit her lip
shook uncontrollably as she saw a minotaur step up to her right side.
Jithros approached the elf woman bent over and tied in front of the
fire, studying the soft curves of her back and ass, his eyes
raking over her slender waist and her long legs. Her skin seemed almost
to glow in the crackling light of the fire, her hair
seemed to be molten gold. He reached out and gathered her hair in one
hand, savoring its softness before he pulled her head
back with it, grinning at her pained gasp. He held her hair in his
left hand, using his right to reach under her and squeeze her right
breast.
“You should have been there the night we found her,” he said, squeezing
her breast harder until she moaned in pain. “She was a
whore, she begged me to fuck her.” He grinned widely as Laurana shook
her head in protest and began to say something.
“No, I didn’t mea-” she began, only to be silenced by a tug on her hair.
“Let’s show her how what type of cows we are,” Jithros said with another sharp tug on her hair.
Laurana closed her eyes as Jithros moved closer to her and let go of
her hair, letting her head fall forward again. She moaned
as he began to knead both her breasts, his rough fingers squeezing
and jerking on her nipples. She choked back a sob as she
realized what he was doing, he was miming how a farmer might milk his
cows. Her horror grew as she felt her nipples hardening
under his rough touch and the first twinge of excitement in her quim.
“No, please,” Laurana begged as Jithros lay under her and began to suck
on her breasts. She began to struggle against the rope
tying her to the stool, unaware that her struggles merely excited the
watching minotaurs more as her breasts began to sway.
“Someone quiet her,” Jithros said around a mouthful of Laurana’s sweet
flesh. He bit down on her nipple, causing her to gasp in
pain.
Laurana moaned as another minotaur grabbed her hair and lifted her head
until she was staring at his fully erect cock. Her eyes
widened at the sight of it and terror overcame her as she realized
what he planned to do. “Oh gods, no! Pleas-” her cries were
cut off as the minotaur roughly pushed his cock into her mouth, groaning
as her tongue slid over the bottom of his shaft. She
struggled furiously, rocking and nearly overturning the stool, as she
tried to get away from the minotaurs surrounding her. She
grunted as the minotaur in front of her cuffed her sharply and tugged
on her hair until she groaned in pain.
Laurana sobbed and felt tears welling up in her eyes as she felt the
minotaur push deeper into her mouth, his cock pressing
against the back of her throat and nearly making her gag. She turned
her deep blue eyes up towards him, pleading for mercy
and hating the weakness that drove her to it. The minotaur just stared
back at her and grinned.
Laurana’s scream was muffled by the minotaur’s cock as he buried his
hands in her hair and pushed his cock down her throat.
She squirmed desperately, twisting her head from side to side in a
futile attempt to escape the invasion. Tears ran down her
face as the minotaur pressed her lips into its bush of pubic hair,
stroking her hair as her throat clenched around his cock.
Laurana gave a choked and muffled sob as the minotaur pulled back until
only his cockhead remained in her mouth. Crying
softly, she resigned herself to her fate and began to minister to the
minotaur’s cock, hoping that he would finish quickly and end
her ordeal.
“She likes it,” the minotaur said as her tongue began to slide around
the swollen head of his cock before running down the
bottom of his shaft. Laurana felt anger rising within her but this
was soon overtaken by fear as another minotaur knelt behind
her, his calloused hands rubbing and fondling the perfect curve of
her ass. The cock in her mouth forgotten, she strained to see
what he was doing, blinking rapidly to clear her eyes of the sweat
trickling down her face.
Her attention was jerked back to the minotaur in front of her as he
resumed his rough penetration of her throat. Laurana closed
her eyes and tried not to give them the further satisfaction of hearing
her scream again as he slapped his crotch against her lips.
She was unable to follow her resolution as the minotaur kneeling behind
her spread her thighs and drove his cock into her quim.
Her body jerked in pain at the rough entrance, her hands clutching
and tugging at the ropes that bound them. She heard
laughing around her as both minotaurs began to thrust into her, their
ragged motions jerking her forward and backward and
rocking the stool she was tied to.
The one in her mouth began to pump more rapidly into her, tugging on
her golden hair with each thrust. She could hear his
ragged breathing and knew with dreadful clarity that he was close to
coming.
“You think we’re cows, elf?” the minotaur said, his voice full of contempt and scorn. “Well here, have some milk!”
Laurana moaned as he rammed himself down her throat and began to twitch,
his cock spewing his seed into her. She cried in
humiliation as he pulled out of her throat and began to spray his seed
into her mouth, quickly filling it to the limit and pinching her
nose shut to force her to swallow it. Reluctantly, she swallowed, feeling
the minotaur’s thick come sliding down her throat.
Laurana coughed, the minotaur’s seed running down her chin, as he withdrew
his cock from her mouth. She jerked back when
he shot a last splatter of his seed onto her cheek. Laurana looked
around herself with tear filled eyes, cursing her weakness and
praying for some sort of miracle to end this torment.
“No,” she murmured as Jithros left her breasts and moved up before her.
Behind her the minotaur was still relentlessly pounding
into her quim. To her great shame she felt herself gradually moistening
and easing his entrance. “No! Let me go! I’m the-”
Whatever it was that she planned to say was cut off as Jithros pushed
into her mouth, filling it again with the rock hard flesh of
his cock. She realized that her dream of Tanis hadn’t been a dream
at all, but had been this one taking advantage of her as she
lay asleep. Her fury winning out over her terror, she bit down as hard
as she could.
Hoping to hear his agonized scream, Laurana’s heart sank when he only
gave a grunt of discomfort. The skin on his cock was
as tough as it was on the rest of his body. Her goal was partly achieved
as he grew tired of trying to force his cock deeper into
her and pulled out of her mouth with a parting cuff to her head.
“You liked it last night,” he said, seething with fury as he glared
at her angry, defiant, and scared face. “You’re going to regret
that!” he spat, filling Laurana with the sudden fear that he would
find worse things to inflict on her than accepting his cock into
her mouth.
She winced as the minotaur behind her bent over her body, crushing the
breath from her as he pinned her to the stool, and
reached around to cup her breasts. She groaned, tossing her head from
side to side in futile denial, as she felt his hands gently
rubbing her breasts and further arousing her traitor body. The stool
groaned under their combined weight as the rope tying her
to it chafed against the soft skin of her lower back.
The minotaur’s breath was hot and fast in her ear as he squeezed her
breasts tightly and began to rapidly thrust into her,
obviously near his own climax. Laurana shook her head, trying to keep
her body from reacting to him and further moistening
her quim. Too late she realized that her grudging acceptance of the
cock in her mouth had taken her concentration away from
controlling her body. Now, freed of the restraints she had placed on
it, it was reacting to the minotaur’s rape in a humiliating
fashion.
Laurana could feel her skin flushing as the minotaur rapidly pounded
into her, her quim now so slick that he had no trouble. She
gritted her teeth together and hung her head in shame as he grunted
and roared his climax, thrusting into her hard enough to tilt
the stool dangerously far forward.
She stared at the ground listlessly as the minotaur pulled out of her
and collapsed on the far side of the fire. A small shudder ran
through her body as she felt his seed dripping down the inside of her
thigh. How many more? she wondered, clenching her eyes
shut as more tears threatened to pour down her face.
This was like some horrible perversion of the games she and Tanis had
played. She had known that, no matter how much he
yelled or what he said while she was tied up, that he would never,
could never hurt her. That safeness and familiarity was what
had made the games exciting as they played at doing things forbidden.
She whimpered softly as she pined for his
gentle touch and the knowledge that after the game was over they could
both lie under heavy comforters and cuddle until they
fell asleep.
“I think she’s learned her lesson,” Motos said as he watched the quietly weeping elf girl.
“No!” Jithros roared, his voice filled with drunken fury. Motos wondered
what exactly Jithros felt, what would make him so
bent on seeing the elf humiliated? “The slut will pay for insulting
us!”
Motos watched as Jithros moved over the elf and slapped her hard on
the bottom. Her skin gleamed with a thin sheen of
sweat, both her’s and the minotaur’s who had fucked her. Her golden
hair lay plastered to her back with a few loose tendrils
stuck to her face or trailing in the dirt. Her blue eyes were rimmed
with red from her crying and her cheek was still covered with
the sticky remnants of the minotaur’s seed. For a moment, Motos almost
felt sorry for her, especially after Jithros grabbed the
cheeks of her bottom and squeezed them until she moaned in pain.
“She sucked my cock and swallowed my seed like a trained whore,” Jithros
was saying as he continued to fondle her bottom,
occasionally slapping a cheek hard enough to leave an angry red mark.
“She got on her knees and begged me to take her from
behind like a bitch. She thought I was her master and called me by
his name. I want you to call me Tanis, whore.”
Laurana’s gut churned as she felt sick. Her shame was so great at that
moment that she would have accepted death. How
could she have done such things for him? And now he wanted her to call
him Tanis.
“No,” she said softly, knowing that she was inviting further cruelties by this drunken minotaur.
“You will, whore!” Jithros yelled, leaning over to take one of her nipples between his thumb and finger. “Call me Tanis!”
“No!” Laurana screamed. She screamed again as he cruelly pinched her
nipple, smashing it between his fingers and twisting it
until the pain became unbearable. She sobbed in pain as he did the
same to her other nipple, with each pinch ordering her to
call him Tanis. Finally, half out of her mind, she did. “Tanis, please
stop! Please!” she wailed, sobbing and crying in shame as he
stopped and stroked her hair like he would a pet.
“Jithros, I think you should leave her alone. It’s one thing to enjoy
her, it’s another to hurt her,” Motos said. He didn’t care if
the snooty elf bitch got stuffed with cock, something she probably
needed, but he couldn’t stand by and watch her tortured.
“Be silent!” Jithros roared, his eyes red and maddened. Motos recoiled,
the younger minotaur had worked himself into a rage.
Nothing but time or death would bring him down from it, until then
he was perfectly capable of killing anyone who stood in his
way. Despite his years of experience in advance of Jithros, Motos knew
that attempting to stop him would be tantamount to
suicide, even if he was willing to kill the minotaur for the sake of
an elven whore, which he wasn’t.
Laurana’s mind was in a daze from the effect of what had happened. She
could barely think, barely move, as Jithros nuzzled
her sweaty hair with his muzzle and spread the cheeks of her ass. She
dimly realized that he was going to do something to her
that she hadn’t even allowed Tanis to do and began to struggle. Exhausted
as she was, her struggles did nothing except rubbing
her body against the minotaur’s and further inflaming his lust.
“Don’t, please. I’ll do anything else for you,” she moaned. She waited,
her body tense with fear and anticipation, as Jithros
moved his cock up to press against her ass. She began to whimper in
terror, begging him to stop, promising to do anything and
everything else if only he would stop. A part of Laurana’s mind was
filled with shame and humiliation as it observed her making
a pathetic spectacle of herself. But most of her was only concerned
with the dreadful threat of the minotaur’s cock. It was a
nightmare straight from her childhood. Only her nightmares had never
been this bad. Minotaurs surrounded her, their beastly
faces laughing and smiling at her plight while another prepared to
violate her in the most painful way she could imagine.
Laurana’s pleas were for naught as she screamed in pain. The minotaur’s
cock seemed horrifically large as it pushed at her ass,
stretching her to the limit as it slowly penetrated her. She thrashed
from side to side, trying to avoid the inexorable push of
Jithros’ cock to no avail. Laurana screamed even louder as the head
of his cock entered her.
She was near fainting as Jithros grabbed her hips and jerked her backwards
onto his cock. But just before she would faint, he
would stop and let her slowly adjust to his cock until the pain faded
to a bearable agony. Then he would thrust another few
inches into her and stop, each time seeming to savor her screams and
gasping sobs. After what seemed an eternity, he was
hilted in her, his crotch pressed against the silky skin of her ass.
Jithros hunched over his victim, toying with her hair and sniffing it
as he savored the feel of her tight around his cock and listened
to her crying. Alcohol and rage burned through his brain as he wrapped
his hands around her waist and jerked himself almost
completely out of her, only to thrust back in at the last moment. His
going was slightly easier this time after stretching her out
with his initial penetration, but judging from her wails, the elf woman
did not find the same to be true of her. With a grunt, he
began to slowly pump in and out of her,watching her hands as her fingernails
dug into her palms almost to the point of drawing
blood and the muscles in her neck tensed as she tossed her head back
to scream.
One hand still on her waist, he reached up and grabbed her hair. He
tugged it back cruelly and leaned forward until his muzzle
slid along the elf woman’s cheek. Laughing cruelly his turned her head
and kissed her as he fucked her ass, watching as he eyes
went glazed with pain and fear. Nearly there, he let her head drop
and began to ram himself into her, watching as she shook her
head in futile denial of what was happening. With a last roar, he climaxed,
his seed shooting deep into her ass while he listened
to her agonized cry of shame and humiliation.
Laurana woke in the cage, her entire body sore, especially between her
legs and her bottom. For a moment she wondered how
many of the creatures had taken her after she had fainted from the
pain. She could feel the crusted remains of minotaur come on
her face and thighs and shuddered in fear and revulsion as she tried
to wipe it away with a corner of one of the blankets. The
sun had risen high in the sky but the camp still showed no signs of
moving. The minotaurs lay sprawled around the remains of
their fire, in a deep slumber induced by alcohol and activity. Sitting
up weakly, she wondered what the day would bring.
Laurana swore quietly as she wiggled the long splinter of wood in the
crude lock keeping her in the cage. This wasn’t her area
of expertise, if Tas had been here he could have opened the crude lock
in a few seconds. She had been trying for the better
part of an hour.
Wiping the sweat from her brow, she leaned back on the blankets in her
cage and stared at the slats making the walls. Shaking
her head at her stupidity, she began to apply pressure to the slats
with her hands. They were quickly nailed into place, meant to
keep her from escaping without drawing notice but no barrier to a determined
prisoner.
Grunting, she leaned back and began to kick the slats, feeling them
move slightly. She kept her eyes on the sleeping minotaurs,
watching carefully for any sign of their awakening. Grinning in triumph,
she finally kicked out enough slats to wiggle through.
She dropped to the ground silently and reached back to grab blanket
to drape around herself. A few seconds later she was
creeping towards her tethered horse and equipment.
She was reaching out to grab her sword when a heavy hand dropped on
her shoulder and spun her around.
The older minotaur, Motos, was standing there, very much awake and not
appearing in the least bit intoxicated. She kicked at
his groin and tried to lunge for her sword but he managed to twist
his hip to take her blow and jerked her off the ground.
“Trying to escape, General?” he asked as she kicked and twisted as he
held her by the shoulders above the ground. “The
Dragonarmy is willing to pay handsomely for you, Laurana,” he grunted
as he turned her around and crushed her against his
chest, one hand covering her mouth. Grinning to himself, he untied
the horse and began to lead it away into the forest back
towards the village.
Laurana struggled as Motos began to tie her wrists together, straddling
her thrashing body and pinning her to the ground. She
made a desperate try to rake out his eyes but he easily caught her
hands. Her struggles slowly weakened as she tired, still
exhausted from the ordeal of last night.
“My army will pay for my return,” she said, panting for breath as Motos stood and hauled her to her feet.
“I’m sure they would. But then I wouldn’t get the satisfaction of knowing
that you’re the prisoner of the Dragonarmy. Gods, I
hope what they do to you makes last night seem like gentle kiss,” he
said.
“Why do you hate me so much?” Laurana asked as Motos let her get to her knees.
“Why? Why? Because your kind drove my family from our village just because
they thought we were getting too close to their
kingdom! My wife and children died from starvation after they chased
us off!” Motos snarled. “Now, you’re going to pay.”
Laurana shuddered as Motos ran his hands over her naked body, squeezing
and fondling her breasts before pushing her down
to the ground. She watched as he stripped off his loincloth and stood
over her, knowing with a horrible certainty exactly what
he was planning.
She winced as he roughly tied her wrists with a long length of rope and pulled her back to her feet. She kicked futilely as he lifted her arms up and slid the rope over a tree branch, leaving her standing on her tiptoes with her arms stretched above her head. Laurana glared at Motos when he laughed appreciatively and slid his rough hand up her side to cup her right breast.
He stood and admired her body, the way her breasts rode high up on her chest, the graceful curves of her waist and hips, her long, slender legs, and the fine bush of golden hair between her thighs. Laurana shuddered when he licked his lips and squeezed her breast hard enough to make her gasp.
“You are going to pay,” he whispered into her ear as he walked around behind her. Laurana struggled to turn as he disappeared from her line of sight. Her eyes widened when she heard him break off a tree branch.
“What are you doing?” she said in quiet dread as he swished the branch back and forth behind her.
“Preparing your punishment,” the minotaur said with barely contained glee.
Laurana barely suppressed a yelp when his hand smacked against her ass. He moved his other hand around to her stomach to steady her as spanked her again. This time Laurana did yelp, much to the minotaur’s amusement. She bit her lower lip as he picked up the pace, smacking her harder each time. Laurana began to swing forward with each blow, her breasts jutting out wantonly before Motos pulled her back to spank her again.
The golden haired elf blinked back tears of pain as the spanking continued for what seemed an eternity. When Motos finally stopped she could feel her bottom burning. Laurana moaned softly when Motos ran his rough hand over her bottom, his callouses scraping against her tender skin painfully.
Laurana sighed in relief when Motos stepped back and away from her. Maybe he was finally done? she hoped as she her body slumped. Her only warning of what happened next was the shrill whistling of the switch as Motos whipped it across her bottom. Laurana screamed in pain, her entire body jerking in the rope, her legs flailing as she tried to get away.
She could hear Motos laughing as he switched her bottom again.
With each switch she barely managed to keep from screaming. Her eyes
were streaming tears but she refused to cry out as Motos continued to whip
her with the thin branch. Drops of sweat and tears slid down her
face to splash across her heaving breasts, coating them in a thin sheen
of moisture that
glistened in the sun as Motos finally stopped his assault.
“Did you enjoy that, elf whore?” Motos said smugly into her ear as he stepped up behind her. Laurana whimpered when he caressed her bottom with his rough hands and slid the switch up between her legs. He pressed the tip of the branch against her sore quim, rubbing it back and forth, chafing her sensitive and delicate skin with its bark. “Did you?” he asked loudly as he moved his other hand up her flank and cupped her left breast, his fingers pinching and rolling her nipple.
Laurana closed her eyes and remained silent, awaiting whatever torment Motos would devise next. Her eyes flew open when she felt his steel hard cock pressing against the small of her back. She bit her trembling lower lip as he slid his cock across the soft skin of her back and down to the crack of her ass. Her heart skipped a beat when he slid his cock across the screaming skin of her bottom and down between her legs. “Did that get you wet?” Motos snarled as he rubbed his cock against her quim.
Laurana gasped loudly when Motos shoved himself into her, his cock cruelly spreading her as he grabbed her hips and jerked her back towards him. She let out a low whimper as his crotch rubbed painfully against her bottom, her face flushing in shame when she realized how weak she must seem. She began to grunt softly, the air forced from her lungs with each of Motos’ vicious thrusts into her. His cock plunged in and out of her quim, forcing her to slowly moisten despite herself.
“Ah, you like this,” he grunted in between a particularly hard thrust that sent Laurana lurching forward before he tugged her back. She felt her face redden further when she realized that body was betraying her as it sought to reduce the discomfort caused by Motos’ invading cock.
“Go to the Abyss,” she managed to gasp.
Motos didn’t respond with words. He merely increased the speed and force of his thrusts twofold. Laurana was gasping, her voice high-pitched and faint, with each of the minotaur’s thrusts. His hands tightened on her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, as he pounded away into her quim. Finally Laurana heard his breath rasping in her ear as he lifted her body into the air by her thighs and began to drop her onto his cock. She turned her head and groaned in disgust when she felt his seed shooting deep into her before it filled her to the limit and began to drip down her inner thighs.
She hung from the rope, her head down, as Motos pulled out of her roughly and rubbed his oozing cock over her tender ass. He grunted as he pulled his loincloth back on and moved back around in front of her.
“Don’t think I’m done yet,” he said with an evil grin. “This is only the beginning.” Motos threw his head back and laughed loudly, his chest shaking with mirth. Laurana looked up at him and stared daggers as she leaned back. Her foot came up in a blurred arc before it smashed into his balls. Motos let out a high pitched whimper as he folded up on the ground.
Laurana immediately began to work on the knots tying her wrists to the ropes. She had begun to work her right wrist free when a group of men in dark armor rode out of the forest at a trot, crossbows and swords in hand.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” the leader said with a broad smile. “You know,” he said as he walked over to Laurana, “we have orders not to molest the Golden General in any way. But I don’t think you’re the Golden General at all, the Golden General wouldn’t be tied to a tree fucking a cow.”
“Do we have any orders regarding prisoners?” another one said as Motos was bound in chains and led back to a cage on wheels just emerging from the forest.
“No, we can use our own discretion,” the leader said. He
smirked at Laurana and reached up to stroke her hair. His smirk broadened
when she jerked her head away and glared at him.
“Of course, if we did find the Golden General we’d be well rewarded
by the Highlord. A shame that this elf is just a camp whore.”
“So who are you?” the other soldier, a lieutenant, said as he walked over and fondled Laurana’s breasts.
“I’m, I’m the Golden General,” Laurana said slowly. It wouldn’t do her any good to lie to the soldiers, she’d just be raped and taken back as a prisoner before someone recognized her anyway. At least this way she might escape more abuse.
“What?” the leader said incredulously. “The Golden General was whoring for a cow? I can’t believe that!” Laurana looked nervously at the other soldiers who were going through her horse’s saddlebags. There were about ten soldiers in all and she did not look forward to being used by each of them.
“Y-yes, I-” she started to say before she was interrupted by a whoop from one of the soldiers searching her bags.
“Look what I found!” he said triumphantly as he raised a piece of white lace lingerie. Laurana gasped in horror, she had been given a gift of lingerie from some nobles in Kalaman after the liberation. She had never intended to wear it and had forgotten it in her bags.
“Guess she really is a camp whore,” the leader said with a grin. “Oh well, looks like we get to have her as a reward instead of a sack of steel pieces.”
“No! Wait, I am the Gol-mmph,” Laurana was cut off when the leader stuffed the lace panties her mouth. She tried to spit the lingerie out but was stopped when he tied it in place with the silk tie of a robe, another gift from Kalaman. Laurana shook her head desperately, her golden hair flying around her face, trying to dislodge the panties.
“So, who gets her first?” the leader asked, his hand on his chin. Laurana shook her head furiously and jerked futilely at the ropes keeping her standing.
“It would only be fair if the commanding officers got first crack at her,” the lieutenant said.
“I guess that’s you and me then,” the leader said as he walked around Laurana, his eyes raking over her naked and sweaty body. “Front or back?”
“Call it,” the lieutenant said as he pulled a copper from his pouch and flipped it.
“Tails,” the leader said. “Tails it is,” he said when the copper landed. “I guess I get my choice. Since her client seems to have used her front already, I believe I’ll take my pleasure from behind.”
“Mmmph, mmmph!” Laurana said, her head shaking as the leader stepped behind her while the lieutenant stepped in front. She whipped her head back and forth as they opened their crotch pieces and pulled out already stiff cocks. No matter which way she moved they were there, their cocks rubbing against her skin as they fondled her body. “Mmmmphhh!” she screamed into her gag as the leader spread her cheeks and pushed the head of his cock into her ass. It slowly penetrated her, each inch a terrible pain to her. Laurana’s head tilted back as he grabbed her hair and jerked backwards, his tongue licking the side of her neck as he used his other hand to pull her onto his cock.
“Mmrrghh!” Laurana groaned as the lieutenant knocked her legs apart with his foot and pushed his cock into her quim. He slid in easily, the mixed moisture from Motos and herself allowing him to shove nearly his entire length into her with one quick thrust. Laurana moaned and gasped into her gag as the two men worked together to shove their cocks deeper and deeper into her until they were finally buried to the hilt within her. Laurana gasped for breath, her nostrils flaring as they began to fuck her, their hips smashing into her as they used her for their own pleasure.
Already humiliated by the soldiers’ use of her, Laurana felt a further wave of shame and horror when she saw that Motos was watching her abuse with obvious glee. He laughed and settled back to watch as two other soldiers grabbed her legs and pulled them up into the air, dropping her down onto the soldiers’ cocks with a muffled scream.
Laurana grunted, her face damp with sweat and her eyes closed, as her legs were lifted higher, forcing her down onto the invading cocks and making her shoulders burn with the strain of supporting her. Her body swung back and forth as the two men pounded into her, their grunts and gasps of pleasure echoing in her ears. She whimpered in shame when she realized that Motos’ seed and her own juices were letting the lieutenant fuck her easily. To her futher horror she realized that her body was reacting to him and that she could feel an orgasm slowly building inside her.
The one in her ass reached down and spread her cheeks even further apart as he leaned forward and began to hammer his cock into her ass, the pain too much for her as she began to yelp with each of his thrusts. The lieutenant began to thrust into her faster as well, his hands reaching up to squeeze and knead her breasts as he licked her cheek. Laurana groaned in revulsion again as the leader dug his fingers into her ass painfully and shoved his cock into her one last time, his seed spurting out deep into her. She groaned in self-loathing when she felt herself come, not hard, and certainly not with much pleasure, but it was an orgasm all the same.
The lieutenant gasped at the feeling of her quim tightening around him and wrapped his arms around her waist as the leader pulled out of her. “She’s really enjoying this,” he groaned as he rutted into her dripping quim. The soldier penetrating her from the front gave one last convulsive jerk before he came inside her and added his seed to the mix dripping down her thighs.
“That fuck was worth a sack of steel pieces,” he said, his breathing heavy, as he tucked himself back in his pants and stood back to watch as Laurana sagged in her bonds, her legs weak as water and failing to support her.
“It sure was,” the leader said as he stretched. “It’s going to be a real deal for the men.” He laughed at the horrified expression on Laurana’s sweaty face as she looked around at the soldiers closing in on her.
Laurana felt lightheaded as the men surged up to her and cut the
ropes holding her up. The gag was pulled from her mouth as she was
forced onto her back on the grass, a soldier pinning each of her limbs
to the ground spread eagle. Not that they needed to, she was so weak
from the day and night of abuse that she was nearly unconscious.
She finally gave in and fainted when the first soldier crawled on top of
her and pushed himself into her quim.
Laurana moaned quietly when she came to in the cage. “Ahh, you’re awake,” the leader said from outside. “I’m so sorry, Golden General. We really had no idea who you were until we found your armor on your horse.” He smirked again. “We are truly very sorry. We are so sorry that we used you in every way possible,” he said with a leer.
“We are so sorry that we fucked your mouth, quim, and ass at the same time,” the lieutenant said.
“We are so sorry that we turned you into a toy for us to do with as we pleased,” the leader said.
“And we are very sorry that we came on your hair, face, and body.
Here, take this damp cloth and clean yourself,” the lieutenant said.
Laurana took the cloth and snarled when she realized how filthy she was.
Their come was crusted all over her face and between her legs and ass.
Her hair was a matted mess and she could still taste their come in her
mouth. With the soldiers’ laughs ringing in her ears, she took the
cloth and began to clean herself as best she could.
Laurana huddled in the corner of the cage, watching Motos’ unconscious
form warily. The Dragonarmy soldiers had been on a
sweep for potential slaves when they had learned from the scouting
party that she had been separated from her escort. It had
taken them a day to track her down, but they had finally caught up
to her near the minotaur’s camp.
Now she had a day or so to get out before they reached the camp of the
Dragonarmy. After that- She didn’t want to think of
what would happen to her then. If the looks that the soldiers were
giving her were any indication, it would make her afternoon
with Motos and the soldiers seem pleasant.
She had her knees pulled up close to her chest and was resting her arms
on them as she watched the forest pass by. She
groaned as she let her head fall forward to rest on her arms, feeling
dark despair wash over her. How much more can I take?
she wondered. She felt the urge to cry welling up in her but forced
it back down, knowing that if she started she might never
stop.
Hours later they stopped for the night. The soldiers set up a crude
camp and began to roast the carcass of a deer they had shot
during the day’s ride. Ale began to flow and Laurana became increasingly
aware of how some of them were leering at her as
she ate. She watched in dread as one of the more drunk ones staggered
over to the cage and leaned against the iron bars, the
reek of alcohol on his breath.
“Want to have some fun with us?” he said drunkenly, reaching through
the bars to paw at her hair. Laurana looked coolly back
at him with far more confidence than she really felt and slapped his
hand away.
“I do not care to join you in your festivities,” she said and turned back to her food.
“You stupid elf slut,” the soldier growled. “We’ll show you who’s-”
“Away from the cage, soldier!” snapped the commander as he walked over.
“You know the orders regarding the Golden
General, no soldier touches her except for the Highlord.” He
smiled. "Besides we've already had our turn with her."
The drunken soldier seemed to think of the consequences of defying the
Highlord for a moment and then staggered away from
the cage. “Of course, the orders don’t say anything about fellow prisoners
touching you,” the commander said to Laurana, a
sadistic gleam in his eyes as he looked towards the still unconscious
body of Motos. With that, he splashed a cup of water onto
the minotaur’s head and stepped back.
Motos shook his head and pushed himself up. He growled as he saw he
was still in a cage and roared in anger at the man standing
outside. He slammed his fist against the bars, rocking the cage but
not shifting the bars. Eyes red, he turned to Laurana and
snorted.
“You bitch,” he said furiously, “you got me captured.” His lips curled
back in a snarl as he rose, hunched over with his horns
scraping the ceiling of the cage, and advanced towards Laurana. “You’re
going to pay,” he hissed.
Laurana scuttled away from him until the chill bars of the cage pressed
against her back. She glanced from side to side and saw
that the entire patrol had gathered around to watch the show. She glanced
towards the commander and saw that he was
apparently not worried about her being ravaged by the minotaur. There
was a round of drunken cheering when Motos pulled
off his loincloth.
“Don’t you have any dignity?” Laurana said quietly. “You’re performing
like a street whore for them.” Motos hesitated as his
hand closed over her shoulder. “Is this what the minotaurs have become?
Nothing but groveling slaves performing for their-”
She stopped and bit her lip at the sight of Motos’ eyes narrowing.
It was taking all of her control to keep from screaming at his
presence. Her childhood nightmares were constantly surfacing in her
mind like some horrible vegetable in a pot of soup.
Laurana let out a wavering sigh as Motos slammed his hand into the
bars beside her head and pulled his loincloth on.
“Pray they keep a close watch on you, elf,” he growled as he sat down
at the far end of the cage, much to the disappointment
of the watching troops. There was some scattered hooting and a few
jeers. Laurana tucked her knees in front of her and laid
her chin on them, watching Motos as the soldiers slowly dispersed to
their posts.
Laurana moaned in her sleep as she dreamt. A minotaur was chasing her,
its maw distorted and twisted by the massive pointed
teeth that protruded from its jaws. Acidic spittle dripped from its
mouth to eat into the floor as it stalked her through the dark
corridors of Pax Tharkas. She was back in the catacombs beneath the
fortress, naked and cold as she crept through the chilling
stone halls. She paused and listened for the snarling threats of the
minotaur, threatening to violate her horribly before it tore her
limb from limb and sucked the marrow from her bones.
Her heart was pounding as she listened, hearing only the distant dripping
of water and the flapping of bat’s wings. She sighed in
relief as she stood and walked down the corridor, hoping to find the
exit before the minotaur caught her scent again. She froze
helplessly when she turned a corner and saw the minotaur standing in
front of her. She screamed as it reached out, its
loathsome paws scraping over her skin as it raised her and opened its
mouth-
Laurana jerked herself awake with a strangled scream. She looked around
wildly and saw that she was still in the cage. She sat
up quickly, forgetting her nakedness in her alarm. Motos was crouched
in the far corner of the cage, watching her with slitted
eyes. She kept her eyes on him as she brought her legs up to cover
herself. Her head turned as she heard the flapping of bat’s
wings again.
“Sivaks,” Motos said quietly as Laurana studied the draconians standing
by the fire talking to the commander. One of them had
just launched himself into the air, his wings pumping steadily as he
disappeared into the night.
She stiffened as one of them turned and approached the cage with a few
of the human soldiers. If they’re here to take me-, she
thought, preparing to make a break for it. Maybe if Motos distracts
them I can make the forest.
Laurana tensed as the Sivak stood by the cage’s door and motioned for
a soldier to unlock it. She was surprised when the
soldiers motioned Motos out and led him to another cage on the far
side of the clearing, leaving her alone.
“The Highlord doesn’t want any damage done to her prize,” the Sivak
grinned as it took up position near the cage.
It was near the middle of the night but Laurana was still awake. Most
of the soldiers guarding the camp had fallen asleep,
leaving only a few Sivaks to watch her and the rest of the prisoners.
Only one Sivak stood near her cage, he was leaning on the
bars while paring his claws with his dagger.
Laurana slid silently over to the bars and reached out for the key hanging
at the Sivak’s belt. She had almost reached it when he
shifted and caused her hand to brush against his scaled side. Laurana
jerked back as the Sivak whirled, his hand on his sword.
“What are you trying to do?” he snarled quietly.
“I-I’m sorry,” Laurana said, keeping her eyes wide and innocent. “I just wanted to touch you.”
“What? What are you talking about?” the Sivak asked.
“You remind me of the dragons. I guess I have a thing for them, whenever
I’m riding one I get so...aroused. Wings and scales
are just so amazing,” Laurana said, trying her best to sound convincing.
“You like riding dragons, eh?”
“Y-yes, but you’re so much more manly and strong than they are. I’m
sorry, I just couldn’t resist touching you.” Laurana
paused and looked around nervously. “Could I please just touch you?”
The Sivak looked around at the other draconians scattered around the
camp. None of them seemed to be paying attention to
him or Laurana. He flicked his long, serpentine tongue across his snout
and turned back to the fire. “Touch all you want,” he
said.
“Thank you,” Laurana said softly as she approached the bars again. With
one hand she began to caress his neck and shoulders,
feeling the warm, dry, but soft feel of his scales as she ran her hand
down his back. She licked the fingers of her other hand and
moved them between her thighs. She began to rub herself there, doing
her utmost to arouse herself.
The Sivak sniffed the night air, the faint smell of Laurana’s arousal
floating to him. He turned slowly and took her hands and
brought them to his nose. He could easily smell her on one of her hands.
“What have you been doing?” he asked.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself. You’re just so...sexy,” Laurana
said, hoping her attempt at seduction would work. “Can I
keep touching you?”
The Sivak looked over its shoulder and nodded, turning its face to her.
She smiled at it and began to move her hands over and
under its breastplate, then down to the chain mail kilt that it wore.
She began to rub breasts and quim with her free hand as she
reached up under the kilt and stroked his cock. “You’re so big,” she
said softly, “and hard.”
The Sivak groaned softly and looked over its shoulder again. It seemed
to make a decision as it pulled away from Laurana and
ran around to the door to the cage. It fumbled with the lock for a
moment and yanked open the door. Laurana thanked the
gods as it motioned for her to leave the cage and then took her arm.
She smiled hungrily and pressed herself against it as the
Sivak led her out of the clearing and into the forest.
“Stay quiet or I’ll say you tried to escape,” the Sivak hissed as they
stopped in the forest, the fire a distant flicker. Laurana
nodded and leaned forward to kiss the Sivak. It returned her kiss hungrily
and ran its tongue around her mouth, letting it flick
and slide over her teeth before dancing with her tongue.
They were both gasping as the Sivak pulled away from her and pushed
her down to the soft layer of leaves and dirt lining the
forest floor. Laurana licked her lips and slowly turned, falling forward
onto her hands as she presented her bottom to the Sivak.
She heard its breathing get deeper as it removed its armor and she
lowered herself to her elbows and wiggled her bottom at it.
The Sivak was on her in a flash, its hands clutching at her waist as
it prodded her with its cock. Laurana obliged it and spread
her legs wider, gasping when the Sivak shoved itself into her. She
grimaced as he tightened his grip on her and pushed in
deeper, she wasn’t as wet as she hoped and his cock was uncomfortably
thick.
Still, she moaned loudly, feigning pleasure as she pushed herself back
onto his cock. She lifted one hand and began to massage
her breasts, tweaking and pinching her nipples as the Sivak ran its
tongue over her shoulder blades.
The Sivak was soon hammering into her, its breathing loud in her ears
as it leaned forward and ran its tongue over the pointed
tips of her ears before pushing her head to the dirt. Laurana kept
up her stream of moans and gasps as her cheek rested on the
forest floor. The smell of damp earth filled her nostrils as the Sivak
grunted loudly and grabbed her hips. Its thrusts increased in
tempo and it moved its hands to her thighs, spreading her even wider
as it yanked her back with each of its desperate thrusts.
Finally, Laurana felt him tense and slam himself home one last time,
his seed flooding her and dripping down her thighs to wet
the ground.
She let out a shuddering breath as he pulled out and stood. “Come one,
we’ve got to get back before you’re missed,” he said
huskily. Laurana turned and knelt before him, reaching for his softening
cock.
“Please,” she said, “just let me taste it, just once.” The Sivak seemed
all to eager to let her as he leaned back against a tree and
began to stroke her hair. Laurana screwed up her face as she took the
Sivak’s cock into her mouth, licking and sucking at him
until he was hard again. She looked up at him and saw that his head
was thrown back in pleasure as he pushed his hips forward
and tugged her head down his cock. One of Laurana’s hands went to cradle
his balls, lightly stroking them with her fingertips
before rubbing them more firmly. Her other reached down for the dagger
that lay beside her on his belt. Her hand was just
touching it as the Sivak began to madly thrust his hips, forcing his
cock into her throat and nearly gagging her with each motion.
Laurana struggled to breathe as he rammed the full length of his cock
into her and gasped. She felt his seed shooting into her
throat as he pulled back, then her mouth was full of his strange tasting
seed. She swallowed quickly, watching his expression as
she reached for the dagger. A trickle ran out of the corner of her
mouth to drip down her chin and splash on the top of her right
breast.
“Ah, you’re a good slut,” he moaned, “we’re going to have lot’s of fun
before we get you to the Highlord.” He shook his head
and pushed away from the tree. “Let’s get going-” He gasped and gurgled
as Laurana shoved his dagger into his heart, twisting
it once and pulling it out. He stared at her in amazement for a moment
before toppling forward. Leaves exploded upward with
the force of his body hitting the dirt. Laurana watched as the corpse
began to change until it resembled her in every way, an
exact duplicate. That was the power of the Sivak’s, in death to confuse
and demoralize the enemy as they took the identity of
their killer.
Laurana smiled as she tied ‘her’ corpse’s wrists together behind its
back and scraped out a depression in the earth with the
Sivak’s sword. She rolled the corpse into the depression and tossed
dirt and leaves over it. The soldiers would find it as soon
as they began to search, but hopefully they’d think that she had been
killed by some drunken soldiers or draconians and not
think she had escaped.
Cleaning sword and dagger on the Sivak’s cloak, she wrapped it around
her and snuck back to the camp. She spotted her
horse and equipment tied to a picket line and unguarded. In a few minutes
she was off, following the stars back towards her
camp.
“By all the gods!” the lieutenant cried out as Laurana rode up to her
tent. “What happened? We’ve been searching for you for
the past two days! We thought you were captured.” He stopped and sniffed
the air. “What’s that? It smells like a herd of
cattle.”
Laurana blushed and turned her face away. “I had to, uh, hide among
a herd of cattle to keep from being spotted. Send for a
bath, would you?” she said.
The lieutenant saluted and ran off leaving Laurana alone in her tent.
She thanked him when he returned with her bath water and
slid into the tub with a hot cloth on her forehead. Well, she thought,
that’s the last time I let myself get captured.
END