"Get those
men moving, Lieutenant!" Laurana yelled over the sounds of wounded
soldiers groaning and crying.
"Y-yes,
ma'am!" the lieutenant said, saluting before rushing back towards the long
line of injured soldiers stretching up through the trees towards the only pass
through this range of hills.
"General!"
an elven scout called out, shoving his way through the press of bodies moving
up the path. "General," he said more softly as he approached where
Laurana perched high up a tree, shading her eyes and peering eastward.
"What do
you have to report?" Laurana asked, still looking east. The setting sun
behind her added a copper glow to her golden hair and silhouetted her against
the hills beyond.
"We're
still being followed, just a couple platoons. But they're skirmishers and
they're moving fast through these woods, faster than we are," the scout
said. "They'll be on us in an hour at this rate."
"How many
scouts do we have left?" Laurana said, grinding her teeth at the distant
columns of smoke beyond the forest. The Whitestone forces had overextended
themselves, perhaps fatally, following the capture of Point Seven. Dragonarmy
forces had seemed to melt away before them, retreating pell mell towards the
safety of the occupied towns beyond the river to the west. She and the other
commanders had followed with troops, pushing them to their limit to gain as
much ground as possible before the Dragonarmy rallied from their last defeat.
It had seemed
like they might be in Neraka by the New Year. But that advance had cost them.
Their supply lines had stretched to the breaking point. There weren't nearly
enough troops to adequately guard the roads leading from the secured areas
around Point Seven to the advancing front. Supply wagons had been forced to
make the journey with only light escorts, if that. But it had worked, the
Whitestone forces had been nearly to the river when the executioner's blade
fell.
While most of
the Dragonarmy troops had retreated, they had left their most skilled
skirmishers behind, hidden in the vast plains and thin forest that covered most
of this area of Ansalon. And just as the Whitestone forces had reached the
river they had struck, severing supply lines, ambushing hospital caravans of
wounded, and throwing the entire advance into disarray.
Now she was
here, trying to get the wounded remnants of her troops back to the safety of
the Point Seven territory that lay beyond these hills. She had tried to outrun
the Dragonarmy forces that had sprung into a pincer movement but instead had
been trapped just a day's march from safety. Heavy shock units of Sivaks and
Kapaks had been able to cut them off from the road leading west to Point Seven.
If her soldiers hadn't managed to force a breakout to the south then
they would have all perished or been taken prisoner by the Dragonarmy. But now
instead of a flat road with wells and rest stops there was this dry scrub
forest. And instead of troops that were healthy and well-fed she had troops
that were wounded to almost the last man.
The good news was that they had made it this far. Messenger griffons
had brought word of Whitestone forces just across the hills preparing
fortifications and field hospitals. Her troops just had to make it that last
distance.
"It's just me, general," the elven scout said, wiping dirt
from his sweat soaked brow. "Amathon took an arrow in his eye as we were
heading back, everyone else is already with the wounded."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Laurana said, looking down at the
scout. She sat and then swung lithely off the tree branch, landing with a grace
that the scout could only envy. He felt a lurch of desire in his chest as he
looked at the Golden General. Even without the heavy armor and symbols of
authority she still glowed. And the light clothes she wore now made it even
easier to see the lush body that was normally hidden beneath plate steel and
chain.
"Yes, general, thank you," he said, eyes flickering to her
full, luscious breasts hidden behind a blouse of stained white cotton.
"Are there any men able to fight a rear guard action?"
Laurana said, looking towards the column of wounded.
"Uninjured? Just me and the lieutenant," the scout said,
nodding to the frantic officer trying to haul exhausted men to their feet
further up the hill. By all the gods, the scout thought, I'll do anything you
say, just let me touch those breasts, let me feel them before I die.
"Wounded capable of holding a weapon?" Laurana asked.
"Maybe a dozen, perhaps two. Uh, we took a real beating getting
out of that trap. And we haven't had water or food for a day now, that's just
making things worse."
Two platoons, Laurana thought as she watched the wretched survivors
struggling up the hill. The healthier ones, those with only an arm or leg
injured, helped the more seriously wounded. The worst off were being dragged
along on crude travois. None of them looked able to withstand an attack from
fresh draconian troops. It would be a slaughter.
"Give me your bow and arrows," Laurana said to the scout.
The scout watched wordlessly as she slung the quiver over her shoulders and set
out towards the lieutenant. "Lieutenant," she said, "keep these
men moving at any cost. If you don't get them through the pass then all our
sacrifices will be meaningless."
"Yes, ma'am," the lieutenant said, his face pale. "Yes,
ma'am."
"There are friendly troops coming from the other side of the
hills, you get over the pass and you'll be safe, it's your responsibility to
get these men to safety."
"I will, ma'am, I will. But, what about you? You're leaving
us?"
"I'm going to harass the Dragonarmy scum following us, if I can
kill a Bozak in the right place then I can slow them down long enough so that
you'll make it clear."
"Just you, ma'am? I-" the lieutenant stood stiffly, "I
can go. I'll slow them down long enough for everyone to get to safety."
"Lieutenant, I've seen you with a bow, you won't be able to hold
them long enough," Laurana said as gently as she could. "And you
weren't raised in the wood either, I've spent all my life in forests like
these." The lieutenant nodded slowly and looked at the scout.
"You'll need him with you to find the pass once it gets
dark," Laurana said. "Both of you work together and get these men
clear."
"Ma'am!" the lieutenant said, snapping off a parade perfect
salute. Beside him, the scout place his fist over his heart in traditional
Kagonesti respect.
"We'll send men back as soon as we can," the scout said.
"Good, don't dawdle," Laurana said with a smile. "You
know what to do, I have faith in both of you. Gods be with you." Then she
turned and began to lope down the hill, long, slim legs eating up the ground,
feet instinctively finding sure footing among the scree.
"You heard the General!" the lieutenant yelled to the men at
the end of the column. "No dawdling! We've got to get over this pass!
Sooner we do that, sooner we're back to killing Dragonarmy!"
Laurana smiled to herself at the sound of the ragged cheer from up the
hill. Let those skirmishers wonder what that's about, she thought as she
continued to slip through the woods. Truth be told, these woods were nothing
like the peaceful forests she had spent her youth in. The forest was thin and
dry from years of drought. Dead branches littered the ground and skittered and
snapped despite her best efforts.
Cover was also limited. There was little undergrowth and the bare
branches of the trees overhead did little to create pockets of shadow she could
hide in. But the skirmishers would have just as much trouble hiding from her.
And they couldn't move in the ground eating half-lope, half-flight that
required them to use their wings to glide.
In minutes she spotted them. Gods, they were that close? If she didn't
delay them, and delay them severely, there was no chance that her soldiers
would escape. They were all draconians, mostly Kapak with a pair of Sivak
officers. Each of the draconians was armed with a heavy recurve bow or a state
of the art Dragonarmy crossbow. Not that they'd need either against her wounded
troops, fang and claw would be enough for that.
Laurana crouched against a tree and looked from left to right,
searching for any additional cover. She was in luck, there were deep gouges cut
a few feet into the earth from some long dry creek that twisted among the
trees. She scrambled into the creekbed and nocked an arrow just as she hear the
draconians speak.
"I saw something up there," one said in a deep, rumbling
bass. "You, go up and flush it out."
There was no argument from the draconian ordered to advance, a sign
that this was an elite unit. Most draconians and humans in the Dragonarmy would
have balked at putting themselves at risk for the rest of the unit.
She peered out from the creekbed and watched as a Kapak crept forward,
carefully keeping to what little cover there was, his bow at the ready.
"Ambush!" he yelled, starting to throw himself to the
ground, but Laurana's arrow was already in flight and caught him in the muzzle.
His scream of rage and pain drowned out the hissing flight of dozens of arrows
and bolts aimed towards Laurana.
She darted a few feet to the side and nocked another arrow. Just after
another flight of arrows thudded into the ground and trees above her she rose
from cover and released her own arrow.
It missed any draconian and thudded into a stump. All of the draconians
had dropped into cover and there was the sound of digging as they used their
claws and feet to carve out shelter among the dead trees.
"How many?" motioned Druzz, Sergeant of the 23rd Recon
Talon, silently. From further up the hill one of his kapaks pointed towards his
eye and then raised one finger into the air in the sign for 'one seen'.
Druzz pointed to his second in command, the Sivak Corporal Lakar, and
a kapak, then made a chopping direction off to the left. With a nod, Lakar and
the kapak crept back down the hill and then began advancing up the left flank.
Just one, probably that same scout that they had chased off earlier,
Druzz thought to himself. Lakar would flank him soon enough and they'd have one
more elf spitted. Druzz had seen how fast the humans were moving, even with
this delay they wouldn't make it to safety. The elf had made a useless
sacrifice. He should have just left the pathetic humans and made his own way to
safety.
Laurana cursed herself silently as she saw the draconians slipping
around to her right. These were well trained soldiers, a far cry above the ones
she and the other companions had met and fought the year prior.
She fired off an arrow to the right and grinned as she saw the two
draconians forced to flatten to the ground. But there was no way she was going
to be able to hold them off and the ones who had darted up the hill while her
attention was diverted. They wouldn't even have to kill her, they could just
leave one of their number behind to make sure she didn't stray from cover while
the rest of them moved up the hill and slaughtered her soldiers.
Laurana's mind raced as she tried to think of how to stop them.
Retreat up the hill? Hope that she could avoid their arrows long enough to get
back to the men? Or try and slip past the draconians down the hill? If she did
that she might be able to find another way through these hills to safety. She
shook her head, that would mean abandoning her soldiers to death. Her heart
thudding in her chest, she suddenly realized how she could stop the draconians.
"I surrender!" Druzz heard the elf, a female, yell from her
hiding place. "I'm throwing out my weapons! Don't hurt me, I have
information that you can use!"
"Sir?" one of the kapaks asked.
"Take her," Druzz said with a nod. "We'll see what she
has to say."
"Hands
against the tree and spread those legs," the kapak snarled at Laurana as
he shoved her at the tree. When she balked he slapped her ass with the flat of
his sword, making her yelp and jump to get her hands on the tree.
"Search
her," a sivak said.
"Permission
to strip the prisoner?" the kapak said with an unmistakable leer.
"Granted,"
the sivak said, lips peeling back from his teeth in obvious enjoyment.
"I have
information! I can tell you where the Whitestone forces are and how they're
moving!" Laurana said over her shoulder, gasping as the kapak reached
around her and began undo her belt. "Please, let me-"
"We'll
interrogate you after we search you," the sivak said.
"No, wait,
it, it can't wait, I have to tell you now!" Laurana cried out, jerking
away from the kapak as he pulled her breeches open and began to slide them down
her long, slim legs. He snarled at her and motioned at the other kapaks and two
of them moved forward to pin her hands against the tree trunk. They leered at
her and one licked her arm with one long, slimy tongue, sending a shudder of
disgust through the elf woman.
There was the
sound of tearing cloth as the kapak sliced through Laurana's breeches and
tugged the shredded remnants off her legs, leaving her standing her
underclothes, her loose blouse, and her black leather boots.
"Oh gods,
no," moaned Laurana as the kapak tugged and her underclothes tore off her
body, leaving only the dangling tails of her blouse to cover her rear.
"You can't do this, you're supposed to take any information I have to your
commanders," she babbled as the kapak ran his clawed hands down her thighs
and legs, then back up the inside. With a shriek she hopped as his hand cupped
her quim and rubbed at the patch of golden fuzz.
"Heh, nice
try, slut," the sivak said. "I'm sure you do have some good
information. But we'll get it out of you sooner or later. And regulations do
state that we're supposed to interrogate all prisoners."
"D-don't-"
Laurana moaned as the kapak tore her blouse from her shoulders, leaving her
bare in front of the eyes of the assembled draconians. There were hoots and
whistles mixed with obscene comments about the taut firmness of her round ass
and the way her breasts were full and large, larger than most elf women they
had violated in the past.
Laurana bit her
lip and hung her head in shame as the kapak ran his hands up her belly, claws
lightly trailing across her skin and leaving tingling paths in their wake. Then
they were grasping her breasts, kneading and fondling them as she shuddered in
revulsion from the scaly touch.
"Haven't
found anything on her yet, sir," the kapak hissed with glee.
"Permission to perform a full cavity search."
"What?
No!" Laurana yelled, pulling at the draconians holding her hands against
the tree. She kicked at the kapak searching her and then flushed red as he
caught her ankle and lifted her leg high into the air, exposing her totally to
the eyes of the squad.
"Permission
granted, search her thoroughly," the sivak said as the draconians roared
their approval.
Laurana
struggled and writhed in the grip of the draconians as the kapak passed her leg
to another draconian and moved back behind her. Her eyes widened in terror when
she saw him opening his armor to free a massive cock that jutted towards her.
Drool ran from
his mouth as he placed himself at the entrance to her quim and slowly rubbed
himself against her. "No, no," moaned the elf woman as she struggled,
helpless, in the grip of the draconians. They were stroking her with their free
hands, rubbing her soft golden skin, caressing her dangling breasts and licking
at her back at neck with their writhing tongues.
Laurana cried
out and bit her lip as the draconian pushed himself into her, his clawed hands
pushing aside those of the other draconians to claim the prize of her heaving
bosom, then holding her in place as he pushed himself deeper.
Over and over
he thrust into her, grunting and hissing into her ear as his hands held tight
to her hanging breasts. Laurana's hands tightened on the trunk of the tree, her
mouth twisting in a moan of pain as the draconian reached up with one hand and
tugged her hair, yanking her head back.
"Elven
slut likes this, doesn't she?" he hissed in her ear as his hips pounded
against her. There was laughter from the assembled draconians as Laurana
sobbed. With a final thrust the draconian grunted, his hand tightening
painfully in Laurana's golden hair and the hot gush of his seed filling her.
"Nothing
found so far, sir," the kapak gasped as he pulled out of Laurana and
smacked her ass loudly. "I think someone else should try and finish the
search, maybe they'll find something I missed."
Laurana cried,
sobs wrenching themselves from her chest as she was forced to stand, one leg
high in the air, draconian come oozing from her quim down her thigh in plain
view of the entire assembly of soldiers.
"No, gods,
no," she whimpered as another draconian stepped up, his cock at the ready,
and shoved himself into her. Thrust after thrust shook her restrained body as
his hands dragged her ass back against him, the sound of flesh on flesh filling
the forest until he came with a roar and Laurana wailed in humiliation.
"Better
keep searching," a sivak said with a smile. "Bend her over and check
her out. I think everyone should search her, it's been too long since you men
practiced."
To the sound of
cheers and hoots, Laurana was pulled away from the tree and dragged through the
forest towards an ancient stump, smooth and worn by years of weather and rain.
It was a small stump, barely enough for even a slim elf maiden like herself to
sit on. But the draconians had no intention of making her sit.
Laurana sobbed
brokenly as she was bent over the stump, her upper body hanging over the edge
of the stump and then shoved down so that her head hung low, her golden hair
sweeping the ground. A clawed hand pinned her head against the stump, the bark
rough against her cheek.
She pushed and
struggled against the hand, her hands shoving at the stump and the ground,
trying to free herself.
"No,"
she moaned, a quaver of terror running through her voice as she felt another
draconian behind her, kneeling there, his hands starting to run over the curve
of her back to fondle her firm, shapely buttocks.
The elf maiden cried
out in panic as the draconian knocked her legs further apart, the dirt scraping
against her knees. "Oh gods, please, no," she whimpered as she felt
his cock press against her quim. A thunder of laughter filled the forest as the
draconian pushed into her and she wailed, her hands flailing wildly,
desperately trying to escape the pinning grip of the draconian holding her head
and the other one entering her from behind.
With each
pounding thrust Laurana grunted, the air knocked out of her as the draconian
leaned forward, pressing his hands down onto her back, holding her against the
stump as he hammered into her. She could hear herself whimpering and begging
for mercy as the unseen draconian ravaged her, pounding her into the stump, the
wood hard against her taut stomach.
A howl of
triumph and more draconian come pouring into her and Laurana sobbed brokenly as
the draconians cheered. A clawed hand slapped her ass as the cock withdrew from
her, a final spurt of hot come landing on her back.
Laurana lay still,
sobbing, hot tears running from her eyes. "Check her arse, see if there's
any intelligence in there," one of the sivaks chortled. Laurana's eyes
widened in terror. How much worse could things get? Was there no end to the
depravity of these beasts?
"Don't!
Please, don't, I'll, I'll do anything else," she moaned, a crushing wave
of shame filling her at the trembling of her voice. She was a general, the
Golden General, and now she was bent over a stump, surrounded by filthy
cheering draconians, their seed dripping from her abused quim down her thighs.
"Feh, they
always say that," a draconian said.
"Yeah, and
we make them do everything anyway, don't know why the whores bother,"
another replied.
"Yeah,
slut," one said. "Keep begging, we like that. But we're going to fuck
all of those tight holes of yours. Fuck them until you're full of come."
Laurana wailed
as she felt her buttocks parted by a scaly hands and the pressure of a cock
against her arse. With a wordless scream, she was violated there, her hands
flailing hysterically until they were grabbed and pinned behind her back. Her
squeals rose through the sky as the draconian continued to bugger her savagely,
laughing and roaring with pleasure as he thrust against her.
Over and over
they took her as she lay bent over the stump, her limbs writhing against the
grip that kept her captive and helpless. Cock after cock was forced into her,
between spread thighs or lewdly spread buttocks. With each of them Laurana
wailed and sobbed, begging for mercy though she found none. Until at last there
was a pause and respite as she was hauled from the stump and forced to kneel,
her body trembling from the terrible abuse it had endured.
"Now
then," one of the sivaks said as he stood before her, cock ready and
pointing at Laurana's tear streaked face. "Lets see what that mouth of
your's can do other than spew lies."
"Please,
please," Laurana whimpered, knowing that nothing she said would deter the
draconians. Then her pleas were stilled as the sivak shoved his cock between
her soft lips, Laurana's eyes wide with terror as he seized her hair and forced
her to fellate him.
"Yes, yes,
that's very good," the sivak rumbled as he fucked her mouth, laughing as
she flailed at him, her delicate hands slapping and beating at his body, trying
to keep him from violating her mouth. "Beg more, it feel so good."
Laurana's tears
ran down her cheeks as she sucked the draconian's cock into her mouth, his
hands tugging her head up and down the shaft. Her breasts bobbed and bounced
with the rough treatment as her entire body rocked back and forth, boots
scrabbling for purchase in the dirt as she tried to slow the lust maddened
thrusts of the sivak.
Come filled
Laurana's mouth and she swallowed, moaning at the foul taste and wincing as more
splattered onto her upturned face. Green eyes, filled with tears, looked up at
the other sivak as he waved his cock at her and rubbed it against her cheek.
He leered down
at her, licking his chops with a long, slimy tongue before forcing himself into
her mouth. Laurana closed her eyes as she serviced him, her tongue slithering
over his cock, her hands stroking his shaft. She cried out as his hands dug
into her hair and pulled her head down, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth
and then, ignoring her futile struggles and muffled pleas for mercy, down into
her throat.
The elven
princess gagged and writhed as she was violated repeatedly, forced to take cock
after cock into her mouth, a mouth only used for giving orders until her
capture. Each time they finished they would force her to swallow their seed,
laughing as she sobbed and tried to wipe the viscous come from her cheeks and
lips.
The draconians
surrounded her, trapping her and spilling their seed onto her face, into her
golden tresses, the hot fluid spurting across her gasping lips and dripping
from her finely shaped chin onto her shuddering breasts. They made her hold her
breasts together, pushing them up and forward, presenting them like royal gifts
to them as they shot their seed onto her tear streaked face.
When they were
done with that amusement they shoved her to the ground, forcing her onto her
hands and knees, her back curved, breasts thrust forward. Her cries continued
as she was mounted from behind and then silenced as her mouth was filled yet
again. Her violated and ravished body shuddered and jerked as the draconians
used her two at a time, filling all of her holes and dripping more come off her
shivering flesh until at last they had finished.
They left her
draped over the stump, on her back, her head hanging off the side, arms lying
listless, hands trailing in the dirt. She watched them with wide, barely
focused eyes, feeling their come dripping from her body and drying on her
flushed golden skin.
"We'd take
you back with us, whore," their leader said, leaning over her body and
studying her debauched condition with amusement. "But we've got some
killing to do and I wouldn't want to risk marring that lovely skin of
your's." He stroked her hair with one finger and grimaced, then wiped the come
off onto Laurana's lips.
"You stay
right here and we'll let you clean up when we get back. Try and run off and
maybe some other unit finds you, gives you the same treatment." He leered
at her. "And I want to be there to watch when we pass you around the
camp."
"I hope
she's still alive," the lieutenant said to the scout as they watched a
rescue griffon soar away from the relief camp. The griffons, even though they
were larger than a man and had wingspans longer than two men, could only carry
one person each.
There was no
way for a rescuer to ride the griffon and still carry the Golden General back
to safety. They would have to rely on the griffon's own intelligence and senses
to hopefully find their commander. Food and water had been tied to the saddle
in case hunger or thirst had finally overcome their general.
"She will
be," the scout said. "We'd be lost without her." He smiled.
"Maybe she's fought off the entire Dragonarmy and forgot to tell us that
she's chasing them back to Neraka."
The lieutenant
smiled back at the scout and then turned to the wounded. They were being tended
to by spell and bandage and most would survive. Instead of losing an entire
army, Laurana had saved most of them, enough to rally and return to the fight
against the Dragonarmy far sooner than would be expected. Kalaman would be
liberated and then, then on to Neraka. They would win this war.
The griffon
snorted and tossed its head at the reek of sex and come that filled the air.
Laurana stirred and blinked up at the griffon, head reeling.
"Who,
how?" she moaned as the griffon looked away and then sat on its haunches.
She groaned as she rolled off the stump and collapsed onto her hands and knees.
"Stay, don't go," she whispered as she crawled naked to the griffon
and clutched at the stirrup hanging from the saddle. She pulled herself up and
saw the stamp of the Whitestone forces on the saddle.
Sent to find
you, she heard in her head as the griffon eyed her with one beady, rolling eye.
Would have waited until you were finished mating, can come back later.
"No!"
Laurana cried as she hauled her aching body into the saddle and fumbled with
the straps meant to tie a rider securely. "Just take me back to camp. And
land outside. Where no one can see us."
Laurana endured
the flight back across the mountains mostly in silence as the rhythmic beat of
the griffon's wings rubbed the hard leather of the saddle against her abused
quim.
"Can-
gods, can you glide? Please?" she moaned. The griffon rumbled and began to
glide down the mountain towards the lights of the Whitestone camp. They landed
in a clearing about a mile from the camp, beyond any pickets or guard patrols.
Laurana half
fell off the griffon and fumbled with the waterskin strapped to the saddle.
With fistfuls of grass and water she scrubbed herself mostly clean of the
draconians' come until her skin gleamed in the moonlight. Now there was just
the matter of sneaking into her tent without her guards or anyone else seeing
her. And getting this griffon to avoid telling anyone else what he had seen of
her.
END