Melia - Chapter 4
By Darkage
(c) July, 2001


Chapter 4

Driven by bliss and exhaustion into a half-conscious 
state, Melia's head swam dreamily as she was carried, 
slung over the orc's massive shoulder, down a long, 
dark corridor. Torchlight grew around them and 
flickered before her eyes, and she sensed that the 
hallway had opened into a large cavern.

Aroash cast the greeting had signal to the guards, 
identifying himself as one of the tribe, as he strode 
into the chamber. They nodded in recognition and let 
him pass, eyeing the unconscious woman and mumbling 
amongst themselves as he passed through the chamber. 
He passed into another hall at the end of the chamber 
and walked down its shadowy length.

The echoing footsteps of her captor filled Melia's 
ears as she felt herself being carried through the 
dark. Through sleepy eyes, she saw the dark stone 
walls around them open into an enormous cavern filled 
with the warmth and light of fire. Thousands of 
torches burned upon the walls, and a number of 
bonfires blazed throughout the cavern. Noise began to 
surround them; strange, excited speech filled the air 
around them. There was something touching her, 
thousands of hands, hands upon her skin.

Aroash barked furiously at the orcs swarming around 
him and his capture. He glared and snarled at the 
lecherous beasts, his fellow people, as he passed 
through the crowd. A trail of aggression and jealousy 
followed him like a cursed tail as he strode deeper 
into the cavern. He knew it was a dangerous thing to 
bring such a catch back, especially one not concealed 
in a sack of some sort, but today he didn't care. He 
was angry for having been demoted to a tunnel scout, 
and cocky after his pleasure with the human girl. He 
swaggered through the sea of jealousy, unleashing an 
occasional fist where necessary, all the way to his 
abode. It was a humble, two-room clay hut. Though 
Aroash lusted after the impressive stone houses that 
housed his superiors, his was a far better dwelling 
than the tents and hovels most of the tribe lived in. 
Inside his hut, he dumped the unconscious maiden onto 
his straw mat and went to fetch the shackles. Finding 
them among a pile of old, discarded gear, he locked 
one end to the iron ring set into the floor (a not 
uncommon feature in an orcan dwelling, useful when one 
comes into the possession of a captive, a dangerous 
beast, etc.). Gingerly lifting the maiden from the 
mattress, he placed her on the fur rug at the foot of 
the bed and fastened the remaining end of the shackles 
on her right arm, locking it around her wrist. He 
looked down, hungrily, at the beautiful maiden 
sleeping upon his floor, and turned to attend to the 
rest of his day's duties.


In a strange and dark place, Melia awoke to the 
feeling of her blouse being torn off her body. Looking 
up in terror, she saw, against the firelight outside, 
the dark silhouette of some beast kneeling over her, 
tearing the clothes from her body. Squealing in 
terror, she locked her legs and tried to pull them up 
in a fetal position to protect her body. The beast 
grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide despite 
her resistance.

"NO!" Melia begged as the beast brought its large, 
erect member down to the lips between her thighs. 
Ignoring her pleas, he slid his penis into the warmth 
between her legs. She screamed as he jammed his entire 
length up into her. With her unshackled hand, she 
strained to push the beast away, pressing her hand 
against its thickly muscled stomach to no avail. Her 
whines and squeals filled the hut as he thrust himself 
into her with terrible brutality. She eventually 
passed out, and the beast continued to fuck the 
unconscious maiden.

Melia awoke with terrible pain all throughout her 
body, but especially between her legs. The night's 
rape had left her vagina filled with burning pain. To 
her surprise, the large orc who'd brought her hear 
after practically raping her (though far more gently), 
seemed distressed at her condition, and appeared to be 
tending to her. He was applying some cool ointment to 
her body, smoothing it gently over her skin. She was 
touched by such unexpected care, and a tear trickled 
down her eye as she attempted a smile up at the orc.

Aroash was, at first, infuriated when he discovered 
his maiden had been raped by another. Her terrible 
condition had evoked a sympathy that was rare among 
his people, especially toward a human. Nonetheless, he 
pitied the poor creature that'd given him such 
pleasure the day before, and set about to healing her. 
Having applied the first ointment the medicine man had 
given him, he began mixing up the internal medicine, 
mixing its contents in a small clay bowl. He then 
gently parted the girl's legs and dipped his finger 
into the medicinal bowl.

A little cry of pain escaped Melia's trembling lips at 
the touch of the orc's fingertip upon her labia. The 
ointment upon it was cool, however, and she let him 
smooth it over her. He dipped his finger again and 
brought it to the lips between her thighs. As the orc 
spread the cool ointment over her clitoris and the 
soft red flesh between her labia, Melia smiled weakly 
up at him and moaned in tender pain. The orc dipped 
his finger deeply into the little bowl of ointment, 
coating it thickly, and looked questioningly into 
Melia's eyes. Though the girl was still trembling, she 
nodded at Aroash; she was ready. She sighed quietly as 
the fingers of one hand gently parted her soft flower. 
He touched the tip of his ointment-coated finger 
between her inner lips, and Melia moaned softly as he 
gently slid his finger up into her soft vagina. Cool 
as the ointment was, she was terribly sore and tender 
inside, and tears began rolling down her cheeks. The 
orc slid his finger around just enough to apply the 
medicine, and then withdrew from within her body. The 
girl's sobbing subsided, and he looked sadly down at 
her. She looked up at him with wet brown eyes and 
placed the fingers of her free hand lightly on his 
thick forearm. "Thank you," she whispered.

"I...I'm sorry. I'm sorry thees happened."

Melia was still unsure how much of her language the 
orc understood. She looked anxiously at the shackles 
that bound her captive, then up at him with pleading 
eyes.  His head fell into his hands and he shook it in 
confused anger and sadness. "I'm sorry," he said again 
as he got up and turned to leave.

Before leaving the hut to attend to his duties, Aroash 
covered the maiden with the softest blanket he had. 
Despite the roughness of the material, Melia 
appreciated the gesture. Aroash left the hut, but kept 
a careful eye on the goings on around the 
neighborhood, determined not to let this happen again.

As he attended his daily duties, Aroash found himself 
filled with distressing, confusing feelings and ideas. 
He felt strangely protective towards the human girl. 
Not in the usual greedy, suspicious way, but in a 
caring, tender way. These emotions were very foreign 
to him, and plagued his thoughts endlessly. In an 
attempt to return to familiar mental territory he 
vowed to find the orc who'd raped her and kill him.

Melia was very scared that day, as she lay, vulnerable 
in the small hut. No one, however, assaulted her or 
even entered the home of her captor.


Melia again awoke to the large orc's tender hands 
smoothing the cool ointment over her body. This 
continued, everyday, for near a week. On the sixth day 
after the assault, Melia awoke feeling mostly pain 
free. She didn't, however, protest to her captor's 
tender care. She lay naked upon the soft fur rug as he 
caressed the soft lotion over the entirety of her 
body. He stopped to mix the internal ointment, and 
Melia found herself eagerly awaiting the soft touch of 
his finger inside of her. The orc was surprised to 
hear Melia whine as he spread ointment over her labia. 
Her soft cries of pain had mostly ceased recently. 
Nonetheless, she sighed tenderly as his fingertip 
applied the medicine to the soft flower between her 
thighs. His confusion ended, however, as he readied to 
apply the ointment inside her. He touched his finger 
to her, and it slid into her vagina with surprising 
ease. It was lubricated, he realized, with her own 
lustful fluids. Smiling up at her, he saw that her 
head was thrown back and her lips quivered in a silent 
moan of pleasure. He continued to lovingly apply the 
ointment to her soft love canal, evoking deep, panting 
breaths from her, then removed his finger.

Melia felt the orc withdraw his slippery finger. She 
sat up and looked into his eyes. He stared up into 
hers as he lowered his head down between her legs. 
Leaning back on her shackled hand and placing her free 
hand atop the orc's bald head, she sighed as he kissed 
her softly. She gasped and sighed as he teased her 
softly with tongue and teeth. Becoming weak with lust, 
Melia lay back on the soft carpet and spread her legs 
wide before the orc's mouth. Her groin grew hot 
beneath his sensuous kisses and she gasped with bliss 
as his long tongue slipped into her. Melia's pleasure 
mounted as the orc's astonishingly long tongue snaked 
its way deep into her.

As the maiden's sighs grew more frantic, Aroash 
withdrew his tongue from within her, wishing to 
penetrate her orifice with something more substantial. 
Feeling the orc withdrawing from between her legs, 
Melia looked up to see him searching a pile of items 
lying against the wall. He picked a large dagger and a 
small jar of white substance from the pile. Laying the 
dagger on the floor, he knelt between her legs and 
smiled at her as he unscrewed the jar. He dipped a 
finger into the jar and it came out coated with some 
oozing milky fluid. He pressed the slippery fingertip 
between her legs, tracing a line of fiery bliss down 
across her labia, along the rounded region beneath 
them, and over her anus. Melia sighed with aching 
desire as his fingertip slid over her anus, coating it 
in the jar's slippery contents. Aroash felt the girl's 
body tremble with ecstasy as he gently pushed his 
lubricous finger into her anus. He pushed it in 'til 
it would go no further, the pink entrance to her hole 
hugging his knuckle tightly. The maiden whined and 
squirmed, her body deep in ecstasy, as he caressed the 
inside of her taught canal, coating it with slippery 
fluid. He began removing his finger and she sighed 
softly as it slipped from inside her.

Melia's panting, already heavy with lust, grew quick 
with fear when she looked down her body to see the orc 
kneeling between her legs and lifting the large dagger 
from the floor. As he held the tip of the ten-inch 
blade just centimeters from the delicate flower 
between her legs, now dripping with her own fluids, 
she whimpered in fear. Slowly, the blade neared her 
vaginal lips. Finally, the orc touched its tip ever so 
lightly to her pink flesh and Melia gasped in 
expectant terror. He did not, however, impale the girl 
on the enormous blade. Rather, he flipped the dagger 
around and held it by the blade (which was actually 
quite dull). To her surprise, Melia felt the large 
pommel at the base of the weapon's handle press 
against her anus. Her panting again grew passionate as 
the orc pressed with increasing pressure, causing the 
entrance to her anus to spread, stretching to 
accommodate the smooth sphere of metal. Finally, the 
pommel slipped into her and she froze, trembling, a 
blissful sigh upon her lips, a handle between her 
hips. He pushed five or six inches of the smooth 
leather handle up into her, 'til the dagger's iron 
hilt pressed between her buttocks. The girl's body 
shuddered and come began dribbling from her vacant 
vagina.

Aroash took the empty leather sheath from his belt and 
sheathed the dagger, leaving its handle deep inside 
the maiden's trembling body. He stood and, looking 
down upon the human girl frozen in a state of ecstasy, 
he undressed himself.

Melia, panting in astonished pleasure at the anal 
penetration, opened her eyes to see the large orc, 
with his erection of equine proportion, bearing down 
on her. He spread her legs wide and gingerly pushed 
himself into her. She moaned with heavenly delight as 
he pushed himself deep into her, the lips between her 
thighs hugging his thick shaft as it slid into her 
body. Her moans grew to wails as he pounded into her, 
driving her to the edge of the cliff of ecstasy. The 
dagger's handle and the orc's penis pressed deep 
inside her body and Melia clenched her thighs tightly 
around his waist, her body shuddering in bliss, and 
sobbed with delight as she came, her thick milky 
fluids pulsing and dribbling around the shaft of her 
captor's member.


During the following days, Melia made an effort to 
converse with her captor when he was around. Their 
conversations were awkward, to say the least. She knew 
none of his rough language, and he had only a minimal 
grasp of hers. When he was off duty, they would spend 
time trying to communicate with each other, expressing 
ideas with the most rudimentary words and gestures. 
She managed to convince him to get her a pair of thin 
metal hair clips to clip up her long, black hair. 
Secretly, she worked at picking the lock in her wrist 
shackle with the clips. After a few days of struggling 
with the clips, she managed to pick the lock, 
releasing her wrist from the iron shackle. After a few 
minutes of freedom, she replaced the clips in her hair 
and the shackle on her wrist, half clipping the lock 
so she could easily remove the shackle though it would 
appear to be locked.

That evening, Aroash returned from his duties and 
began sorting through his pile of belongings. He 
pulled out the bronze and leather of a ceremonial 
garb. Melia tried to ask him what was going on, but he 
wouldn't respond. After donning the ceremonial gear he 
left the hut and she watched him walk off toward the 
center of the cavern, where a large group of orcs was 
gathering. The crowd grew, and the orcs milled about 
the central bonfire until finally, a large male orc 
covered from head to toe in glittering bronze armor 
stood before the fire and began speaking loudly to the 
group. Peering through the hut's small window, Melia 
watched, hypnotized by the orc's powerful silhouette 
making strong, sweeping gestures. When he had finished 
his speech, he grabbed a flaming stick from the fire 
and the rest of the orcs followed suit, reducing the 
bonfire to a small smoking pile. The orcs began 
walking towards the hut and Melia huddled in the 
darkness, terrified to think what the torch-bearing 
mob coming towards her meant to do. In the flickering 
torchlight she saw that the usually somber faces of 
the orcs were now filled with a terrible excitement 
and evil grins spread wide across many of their faces. 
Melia drew her knees up against her chest and 
whimpered in the darkness, too afraid to think. To her 
surprise, however, she heard the mob walk past and 
around the hut and continue on. Peering out the 
window, she saw that the entire village lay dark and 
empty. She could see the glow of the mob's torches 
reflecting upon the cavern ceiling and receding from 
the village. Removing the loose shackle, she 
cautiously peeked outside and slipped out the doorway. 
Sneaking behind the hut, she saw the mob walking off 
into the distance. Keeping in the darkness that 
followed their flickering torches, she crept along ten 
yards behind them to see what was taking place.

They walked farther and farther from the village until 
the torchlight began flickering off the facets of a 
huge stone formation that loomed before them. The mob 
stopped fifty feet from the stone wall that stood 
hundreds of feet high before them. The firelight 
illuminated an enormous and grotesque face carved into 
the wall. Its eyes were wide with terror, its nose 
wicked and sharp, and its mouth was stretched open in 
a silent scream, its bottom lip meeting the cavern 
floor. There was an impenetrable darkness that filled 
its open mouth. Melia strained her eyes and still 
could not see into it, as if it led to an utter void. 
Before the wall and to the right of the face was 
another formation. An X-shaped altar of carved stone 
lay upon the ground. With each crosspiece about 
twenty-five feet long, it was raised in relief about 
five feet above the cavern floor, which was lacerated 
with tiny cracks radiating from the X. Each leg of the 
X was about four feet wide, allowing an orc robed in 
black to stand upon each end. The four black-robed 
orcs chanted softly as they stood facing inward toward 
the center of the X, where a female figure lay nude 
with limbs outstretched. Straining her eyes Melia saw, 
to her horror, that the woman upon the X was Alara. 
She was spread upon the rock, her wrists and ankles 
shackled, one upon each leg of the X. She appeared 
rather faint, and her long blond hair flowed out 
behind her head and down over the edge of the rock.

The chanting grew louder as the entire crowd joined 
in. Melia found herself growing dizzy as the deep, 
steady chanting filled the cavern. The darkness in the 
stone face's mouth appeared to pulse rhythmically and 
a faint glow of pale light extended inward from each 
robed orc, meeting in a ball above Alara's body. The 
void in the wall throbbed with increasing intensity as 
the chanting grew. A shadowy form the size of a bull 
began to pull itself through the void, emerging from 
within the enormous mouth. As it emerged its body took 
the form of a four-footed, wingless, gargoyle-like 
beast. Its skin shone like black onyx in the 
firelight. Its pale yellow gaze scanned along the 
crowd of chanting orcs until it fell upon the 
illuminated X. Drawn by the light, the shimmering 
beast crept slowly toward the altar. Melia watched in 
terror as it leapt up onto one of the altar's legs and 
crept gingerly toward Alara's body. Shaking the 
dizziness from her head, Melia snatched a rock from 
the ground, ran towards the altar, and threw with all 
her might at the beast. The rock missed the beast 
entirely and struck one of the robed orcs in the head. 
The orc fell from the altar and the light running 
along his leg of the X disappeared. The force of the 
broken spell cast the other three orcs from the altar 
and the black beast looked up suddenly, no longer 
caught in the magical trance. It leapt from the altar 
into the crowd and tore viscously into the nearest 
orcs, slashing through ceremonial armor and casting 
blood in the air. Violent chaos erupted and the beast 
was eventually driven back towards the wall, where it 
turned and leapt back through the void whence it came.

Suddenly Melia found herself in the midst of an angry 
mob. Though a number of the orcs were fighting amongst 
themselves, many were coming after her, the disrupter 
of the sacred rite. She tried to escape into the 
darkness beyond the torchlight, but the crowd was too 
dense and she only crashed into the limbs of her 
pursuers. Hands grabbed her from all around and though 
she struggled, it was to no avail. She would have been 
torn apart if not for the intervening of a large 
bronze-clad orc. Melia recognized him as the one who'd 
stood and spoke in front of the bonfire. He tied her 
hands tightly behind her back with stiff, hairy rope 
and led her back towards the village as the rest of 
the orcs jeered and cursed at her.

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