Melia - Chapter 3
By Darkage
(c) July, 2001


Chapter 3

Melia awoke hours later. A chill had filled the 
passage. She slid her torn black skirt on and pulled 
her tattered blouse about herself for warmth. Using 
her night-sight in the dark passage, she found her way 
down to the main tunnel and continued. The air grew 
colder the further she went, the heat of the steaming 
water becoming but a memory. After uncounted hours, 
Melia slumped against the tunnel wall, her body 
exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep.

She awoke feeling rested but sore. The cold rock was 
not a pleasant thing to sleep upon. After a couple 
hours of walking, the stiffness left her body, but she 
was trembling with cold in the dark tunnel. The air 
was cold and dead still. Her tattered clothing 
provided little protection against the cold of the 
underearth passage.

Melia suddenly felt the darkness around her grow warm. 
Warm air eased the numbness in her limbs and far down 
the tunnel she saw firelight flickering. The air 
continued to warm as she approached the light.

Suddenly a pair of cold, strong hands grabbed her from 
behind, one clamping over her mouth, the other holding 
the steel blade of a knife against her soft throat.

"Coome weethe mee, preetty," a gravelly voice 
whispered in her ear. The strong hand muffled Melia's 
squeals and she was dragged back, away from the 
firelight, into a room concealed behind the tunnel 
wall.

"Yoo make noize, I cut yoor throate," the voice 
whispered into her ear. The hand on her mouth released 
but the cold steel remained upon her throat. As 
Melia's eyes searched the concealed room, she heard 
sounds behind her of the creature rummaging through a 
bag. The room was small and dank. Damp stone walls and 
odds and ends lay around its periphery and a large 
round table took up most of the floor space. The 
rummaging ceased and Melia felt a cloth pressing 
between her lips. The cloth was pulled back and tied 
behind her head, gagging her tightly. The knife blade 
was quickly replaced upon her throat.

"Now joos relax," the rough voice whispered into her 
ear. Melia twisted her head to see the creature that 
held her captive. To her horror, it was a large orc. 
Returning her gaze ahead, she felt her knees becoming 
weak with terror. She felt its slimy tongue play along 
the inside of her ear and she began to pant with fear, 
recalling all the horrid stories she's heard of orcs' 
cruel lust and their taste for human women. The orc 
moved her to the edge of the table, one hand holding 
the knife, the other pressed against her breast.

"Eef yoo a goood girl, I won't bring yoo too thee 
jailer."

His hand left her breast and reappeared with a bit of 
thin rope. He grabbed her wrist and quickly tied the 
rope around it with his free hand. He then tied the 
rest of the rope to a table-leg, just beneath the 
tabletop. His free hand then reached across her front, 
grabbed her other wrist and performed the same 
procedure, wrapping her wrists together and binding 
them firmly to the table. A metallic clang rang out as 
the knife dropped to the stone floor.

Melia stood with her head down, full of fear, pressed 
between the large orc and the table to which she was 
tied. She stormed for ideas of escape. It was 
hopeless. Her hands were both securely tied to the 
thick table-leg and the orc's strength surpassed hers 
by tenfold. Her foul captor slid his clawed hands 
along her body. Through her tattered blouse she felt 
his hot breath moving down her back. His breath moved 
down along the beautiful curve of her buttocks, held 
securely in her black skirt. It continued down the 
backs of her legs, then up again. She trembled as his 
smooth face and the cold curves of his canines slid up 
the backs of her thighs, his head sliding beneath her 
skirt.

"Eeeyes!" he growled softly as he pressed the ridge of 
his nose up into the crevice between her buttocks. He 
licked the backs of her thighs and then withdrew from 
her skirt. Wrapping an arm around her thighs and 
placing a hand beneath her breasts, he lifted her up 
and lay her face down on the table. Melia felt the 
wooden table shake as he climbed up behind her. 
Grabbing her ankles, he pulled her body towards him. 
She slid easily on the polished wood and her arms 
stretched out past her head, bound at the wrists to 
the edge of the table.

With a razor-sharp claw, the orc tore her blouse down 
the centerline of her back, exposing her smooth, 
olive-brown skin. He then made a cut down the center 
of her tight black skirt in the same manner, revealing 
her firm, round buttocks and two smooth thighs. 
Kneeling above her prone body, the orc waved a black 
wooden billy club before her eyes. A guard's weapon, 
it was nearly as thick as a quarterstaff.

He untied the gag and tossed it aside saying, "I wanna 
hear yoo squeeels."

The orc swept Melia's long black hair over her naked 
shoulder and placed the billy club on the back of her 
beautiful neck. Melia trembled, her body shuddering as 
the smooth, cool club slid down her neck and along the 
centerline of her back. The orc chuckled as the club 
pressed between her round buttocks, its hard tip 
sliding along her taught, smooth skin. Melia sighed as 
the cool tip slid over her anus.

Feeling the stiff hairy rope around her wrists, the 
smooth polished wood beneath her body, and the smooth 
club sliding between her legs, she forgot her peril 
and she sighed with delight. The club slid into the 
crevice between the tops of her thighs, sliding 
lengthwise along her labia. Melia opened her thighs 
wide as it slid up beneath her belly. It slid 
underneath her stomach until the perpendicular handle 
pressed up against the soft lips between her thighs.

With Melia on her stomach, legs open wide before him, 
the orc pulled the club from beneath her belly, placed 
a strong hand upon her lower-back, and proceeded to 
slide the club's wide tip between her swollen pussy-
lips, sinking its smooth shaft into her. She moaned as 
it penetrated her, sliding deep into her vagina. The 
hard polished wood slid into her again, this time not 
as deeply. In and out it went, and Melia's breath came 
in heavy sighs. The orc pulled the club out of her 
body. The shaft was shiny with her juices, and fluid 
seeped out of her onto the table. Her body aching with 
unsatisfied lust, Melia heard the lighting of a lamp 
and a dim yellow light filled the room.

"Now, sweetie, let's 'ave a loook atcha."
She felt the orc's large hands grasp her sides and 
roll her onto her back. A dirty lamp flickered behind 
the large, green-skinned orc standing over her supine 
body. Her arms stretched above her head by the 
bindings on her wrists, she smiled nervously up at him 
as he pulled her blouse open wide and looked hungrily 
down at her beautiful breasts, the lamp light 
highlighting them with gold, her red-brown nipples 
pointing at the ceiling.

His fanged mouth grinned and a string of saliva fell 
from his lip, dropping to the hollow of her chest. 
Melia arched her back, moaning as the drop rolled down 
the centerline of her stomach, collecting in a pool at 
her navel. Her knees raised, she slid the insides of 
her thighs along each other and her head fell back in 
a lustful moan as the orc slid the come-coated tip of 
the club down the soft curve of her belly, through her 
curly black pubic hair and between her smooth thighs. 
The club rubbed up and down between her thighs and 
Melia's pleasure mounted, her breath becoming loud and 
heavy.

The orc withdrew the club and knelt before her raised 
knees. He grabbed her ankles in one large hand and 
raised them high, stretching her long, beautiful legs 
up towards the ceiling. A mischievous grin upon his 
face, the orc flipped the club in the air and caught 
its rounded tip. Her ankles held high in his hand, he 
gazed upon the backs of her beautiful legs. Holding it 
by the shaft, he brought the club's handle to the 
swollen lips between her thighs.

Melia gasped with ecstasy and arched her back as the 
club's bulbous pommel pressed against her sex and 
slipped between her soft, swollen lips. She sighed as 
her labia parted around the smooth, polished wood. The 
pommel stretched her entrance and she moaned as it 
slid into her. Her entire body shuddered as the 
textured grip of the handle rubbed past her clitoris, 
sliding into her body. Slippery with juices, the lips 
between her thighs hugged the club's handle, caressing 
it and covering it in her slickness. The orc sneered 
and pushed it deep inside her. The handle disappearing 
completely into her, Melia arched her back and let out 
a shuddering moan as the perpendicular handle pressed 
up against her clit.

Her eyes shut tight, Melia's body trembled with 
tingling pleasure as she felt the textured handle 
being slowly pulled out of her. Her mouth stretched 
wide open in a blissful sigh as the large round pommel 
slid out from between the slippery lips of her vagina.

Melia lay on the table, her body still trembling, and 
a drop of saliva glided from her quivering lips down 
her cheek. Time seemed to have slowed. Her head swam 
amidst a sea of sensuality. She felt the orc's strong 
fingers release her ankles and her legs descended 
slowly, as if falling through water. Her feet landed 
on the table planted wide apart. Her legs lay spread 
before the big orc, her knees bent toward the small 
chamber's ceiling. The orc touched a callused 
fingertip to the lips between her thighs and Melia 
moaned softly with delight as she felt him push his 
finger up into her warm slippery hole. Her nostrils 
flared and she inhaled deeply with pleasure as the 
finger slid from inside her. She felt the come-coated 
fingertip slip from between her labia and begin 
sliding easily, down her smooth secret region, toward 
her anus. For a moment, the memory of being anally 
raped on the rock pile broke painfully through her 
pleasure. It quickly faded, however, as she found 
herself begging the orc to slip its thick, warm finger 
into her hole, pressing his hand between her buttocks. 
Pleased with her panting pleas, the orc slipped his 
fingertip into the taught entrance of her anus, 
causing Melia to gasp with bliss. She began a long 
whining moan as he slid his slippery finger up into 
her anus. Her moan grew to an ecstatic squeal when the 
knuckle at the base of the orc's finger pressed 
against her ass, his finger pushed deep into her anus. 
He wiggled his finger inside of her, and she began to 
come, delirious squeals of bliss accompanying each 
pulse of come that spurted from her vagina. Her 
trembling body paralyzed in the thralls of delight, 
Melia's lips quivered in a silent scream of ecstasy, 
releasing only a shuddering sigh as she climaxed.

The orgasm left Melia delirious, and her body squirmed 
upon the wooden table amidst a drunkenness of erotic 
delight. The orc watched her, lying on her back, as 
her head began to clear and she whined confusedly 
tugging at her bonds. The rope held strong, binding 
her wrists to the table and stretching her arms out 
above her head, leaving her in a deliciously 
vulnerable position, the orc thought to itself.

Opening her eyes, Melia looked down her naked body to 
see the large orc standing at the end of the table, a 
sinister grin upon his face as he removed his tunic.

"Oh, we're not done quite yet, me girl," the orc 
chuckled as he pulled off his leather belt. "I've got 
whatchye'll be wantin'," he growled as he stripped 
himself of his breeches.

Looking between her legs, across the table, Melia 
gasped at the sight of the orc's enormous penis. She 
feared whether she would actually be able to 
accommodate such a member. It dangled nearly a foot 
long and two or three inches thick between his legs. 
She shuddered with fear and desire at the thought of 
its size when erect. Even as the orc began to approach 
the table she lay upon, it began to come to life, 
growing thicker and extending to terrifying lengths. 
By the time he crawled onto the table, it had swelled 
to full rigidity, a 14" spear of love, over 3" thick, 
extending from between his legs. Melia was reminded of 
the time when she saw a pagan fertility rite, years 
ago, in which a local princess had taken a full-grown 
stallion inside her.

Melia could see the orc's terrible hunger for her in 
his dark eyes, and she smelt it upon his body as he 
lowered himself over her. His hands planted to either 
side of her torso, his strong arms were the only 
things holding his large body above her, keeping his 
enormous weight from crushing her. He buried his face 
between her full breasts and Melia sighed with 
pleasure as he mouthed the hollow of her chest with a 
delightfully long tongue. He traveled down her 
stomach, and arching her back, Melia gasped, "ooooh!" 
as he gently kissed her belly. She sighed with desire 
as his mouth kissed its way down the curve of her 
belly, descending into the soft forest of hair between 
her thighs. She ached to be filled with him. The touch 
of his mouth upon her labia sent shivers up her spine, 
and she sighed deeply as his tongue slipped between 
her lips and up into her body. She moaned loudly as 
the orc probed her with his long tongue, tickling the 
insides of her aching tunnel, teasing her wet canal. 
He withdrew his tongue and Melia cried out in pleasure 
as it slithered from within her. She opened her legs 
wide before him, allowing him to tease the smooth, 
tight hole between her buttocks. She grunted with 
satisfaction as she felt his tongue slide up into her 
anus.

Melia breathed hard with heated pleasure as the orc's 
tongue slid from within her anus. Opening her eyes, 
she smiled up at him as he crawled up on top of her, 
his threateningly large member sticking, stiff as the 
wood upon which she lay, from between his muscular 
legs. She was, by now, already panting with arousal. 
The sight of his cock sent her into a heated lust, her 
face flushing red, and her pussy physically aching to 
be filled with his manhood. Closing her eyes, Melia 
sobbed with desire at the feel of the head of his 
penis touching her pubic mound. As her vaginal lips 
parted around the large, wedged head of his member she 
clenched her thighs around his waist and pressed her 
heels into his buttocks, urging him into her. Her legs 
wrapped tightly around his body, Melia's mouth opened 
wide and released a low moan of blissful satisfaction 
as the orc slid his thick cock into her.

Her arms stretched out above her head by the ropes 
upon her wrists, she strained to look down her body. 
What she saw filled her with both fright and forbidden 
erotic desires. Only six or seven inches of the orc's 
enormous cock had slid into her. He was just about 
halfway insider her and she already felt deeply 
penetrated.

The orc grinned upon seeing her terrified expression. 
"We've still got plenty for yah, me dear," he laughed. 
She clenched her thighs hard around his waist, trying 
to prevent him any further entry. It was futile. The 
orc's strength surpassed hers by far and she was tied 
in such a vulnerable position. Though Melia squeezed 
in vain to stop him, the large orc pushed his enormous 
penis up into her. She gasped as she felt it's wide 
head pressing depths of her vagina that had never 
before been touched. Her head fell to the side and she 
screamed through clenched teeth as he slammed his 
enormous cock all the way into her, his balls slapping 
against her buttocks.

The orc began thrusting vigorously inside her, 
pounding the depths of her taught vaginal canal, his 
balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. Melia 
squealed with ecstatic pleasure each time he slid his 
14" penis into her. As her panting grew to loud moans 
and wails, her pussy becoming increasingly lubricated, 
the huge orc let up. She whined with hunger as he 
withdrew, ten inches of his thick cock sliding from 
between her swollen lips. She moaned in pain, aching 
to be filled again, and her inner vaginal muscles 
massaged the remaining four inches of cock he'd left 
to tease her with.

"Ooohhh! MORE!! Give me mORE! Give it back plEASE!," 
Melia cried as her pussy sucked on the head of his 
enormous member. She sighed in drunken pleasure as he 
slid half the length of his rigid cock back into her 
soft flesh. Looking up, Melia saw the orc's eyes 
become wild as he pushed the entire length of his cock 
into her body. She gasped and moaned as he began 
thrusting hard and fast inside her, and her passion 
mounted. Finally, Melia clenched her thighs around his 
waist and screamed in ecstasy as he thrust into her 
relentlessly. She came, her milky fluids pulsing from 
her swollen vaginal lips and flowing down around the 
thick shaft of the orc's penis.

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