Amariels Adventures Chapter 1 A Treat for the Orcs
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The Orc's Plaything
"Oooooooh mommy what is it?"
"It's a… I mean she's a mix breed…. She is Human and….….youcan tell by…."
I watched as the elven child scuttled behind the robes of her mother legs.As I moved on though the crowd, the whispered words followed my path as eyesbore into the deep shadow of the robe I wore.. Children at least were morehonest in their reaction. The adults thought they were so subtle in their horror
"Sil….Sil….damn it… would you please wait upyou cantankerous bitch…"
The sound of the voice behind me made me just move a little faster…onlynow I had a smile on my face…Findecano Tenehtele had been the bane ofmy existence since, well forever I guess.
I didn't see the hand that reached out, one moment I was walking andthe next I had been spun to face a towering warrior… the cowl coveringmy head thrown back…. In an instant the warriors eyes widened in shockbut the shock lasted only a heartbeat. It was replaced by the realizationthat he was about to die…
"You will unhand her….Now" the quiet conviction in the voice left no doubt
in anyone's mind that the speaker would do whatever it took to see that his order
was obeyed…
As I looked into the eyes of the fair warrior, I saw more than I ever wantedto see. Some things never changed, in the largest of our cities or the smallestvillage. His eyes were filled with pity for the creature before him. His headturned, his eyes following the shaft of the arrow to piercing blue eyes filledwith total and complete resolve. The hand on my wrist loosened and I was free. "Finrelease him." Without another word I turned and was gone. I stopped listeningto everything around me. I didn't see the rage in Fin's eyes or hear the cursesas he gave the elf my identity or the low spoken apology for bothering me.I didn't hear the whispering awe echoing through the crowd…'...nothinghuman about her at all"….Why bother to listen at all, .I'd heard itall before. Even in this backwater village where we were nothing more thanjust strangers passing through, they knew…… "Silmarwen Elensar….Shewho could not be… but is…."
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"…after the battle she was raped…even after sevencenturies a single human breeding and still they pay the price but don'tyou think this is too much to ask… no one deserves to be burdenedwith that…"
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"…should have just killed it…"
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"Momma, why do people hate me?"
"Sil, baby, they don't hate you. They don't even know you."
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Thinking back on her words I wonder if she truly believedit or if she was just trying to convince herself or only me. Standing beforethe quite pond, I look into the reflection. Letting the cloak float to theground, the hood that protects me most of the time gone. Before me is a womansmall yet deceptively strong. The lines of her body gracefully built. Eyesthe icy blue of her elfin heritage, ears with the typical point usually hiddenby the cowl, lips full and skin so smooth… so soft…the skin toneso hideously Orcin ..
Raising my eyes I watch as the sun begins its final decent, kneeling I beginmy evening prayers…
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Nazbog Stormterror, the name echoed though the caverns. The legendhad not lied. As he walked among the restless horde, his low growl gave warningto all he encountered. "Can you smell it?" his eyes searching those aroundhim. "The stink of Elven flesh . Tonight, as the clans join under a moonlesssky, we rid the world of a little more of it's stink" His laughter echoedoff the walls finding joy in the terror tonight promised. He had looked downupon the elf village behind its high wall so far below. He had planned thisinvasion. Tonight with the moon gone and the world covered in total darknessthey would strike. They would kill every man woman and child inside the walledvillage. Through his will the Orc General had taken a disorganized hordeand turned it into a killing machine. He had through strength of will, broughttogether clan armies and turned them in to a tool of his will "Tonight" thethought filled him as he watched the last rays of the dying sun… tonight… victoryover his peoples enemies would belong to him…. "Tonight we move insilence…" the bodies began moving out of the home camp caves intothe darkness of the world…
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Fin followed the path out of the city. The final rays of the dyingsun had long since passed from sight.
"Damn her, she will be the death of me ye…..…"
It was the last though he was to every voice as he looked down with puzzledeyes at the shaft of the arrow protruding though his chest…
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At first I couldn't place the sound. The last words of my pray fillingmy mind, then it struck me. It was not the sound of something it was thesound of nothing. As the night had fully descended, the forest around mehad gone silent. Something was wrong. I had to get back to the village. Now!Throwing the cloak around me I started running. The darkness of the forestsenveloping me. Even with the enhanced eyesight my Elvin heredity affordedme, I didn't see what tripped me. One moment I was running full out, thenext I was flat on my face in the middle of the path. Turning my head I cameface to face with the sightless eyes of Fin. Rolling over I came to a sittingposition.. then start scooting back away from him as I took in the bloodysight.. My retreat is stopped by the feel of two muscular legs at my back.Looking up my eyes encounter the soulless pitiless eyes of an Orc in fullarmor….The last though I had as I felt the blow to the side of thehead was that I faced "He is Death incarnate ….."
Fire filled the sky… screams the air…. The sights, sounds andsmells of battle raged though the night…I never heard any of it…
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"Besides still alive, what the hell is it?"
The kick to the ribs and the sound of the hoarse voice woke me to the dawninglight…. I could smell blood and flesh burning on the morning breeze.I rolled away from the foot as it tried to catch me again only to be broughtup short…looking up from the ground I find myself meeting the eyes ofthe monster from last night…
"What it is, is Mine... Does anyone have
any questions as to what that means?"
The other ones pulled back mumbling their answers as they retreating from thegiant.
Looking down he could see the color of my eyes and the color of my skin. Withthe ease born of experience I could read it in his eyes. I was an abomination.An insult to whatever God he worshipped and now I was his. Reaching down helifted me by the hair bringing me off my feet to dangle in the air before him.One massive fist reached out, ripped the front of my gown open exposing mybody to his gaze. Seams ripped loudly as the gown becomes nothing more thana tattered rag at his feet. My reaction was without though, my hands tuninginto claws, I attacked him, my nails leaving long oozing gashes along his jawline. Retribution is swift and merciless as my world explodes in pain. I findmyself flying through the air, landing on the ground hard the air knocked fromme. Rolling to my side, I curl up trying to breathe, my arms crossing overmy breast trying to contain the pain where his fist had connected. My mindlost in the haze of pain. There was no time for recovery as the monster reacheddown and again lifted me by my hair. Shaking me like I weighed less than nothing.Maybe to him I did.. He was massive. Arms bulging from years spent on battlefields. His chest wide and deep. All this registered in passing as his handreached out and grasp my breast and squeezed. His hold crushing the tenderflesh. My hand reaches out fighting his hold…fingers clawing … tryingto break his hold. With each passing moment his grip tightens. My breast crushedin his grip. Every second a new study in agony. My tear filled eyes raise tohis, and find nothing there. There is no emotion in his face. For the firsttime I realize that I had been protected as an honored daughter of a greathouse. They may have hated me. They may have abhorred everything I represented,but they would never have dared act up on it. This thing before me had no compunctionabout it. And there was nothing and no one to stop him. Looking he saw it inmy eyes. The realization that everything I was, everything I am, rests totallyand completely in the realm of his whim. The whims of a monster.
With that he dropped me, where I crumpled into a heap of abject misery. I couldfeel the bruises forming deep in the abused tissue. I wore nothing now butthe single loin cloth. I felt the rope coming to rest around my neck. The looptightening, then being dragged, choked as the Monster pulls me over rock andstick. Rolling I work to find my feet before I loose consciousness as the ropedtightens with each step he takes. Fighting I gain my feet only to be back handed.My senses reel as I again hit the ground. I raise to my knees trying to raiseagain to my feet only to be stopped short.
'She bitch you do not stand in the presence of your betters" laughterrolls over the words as his foot comes down hard on the rope bring my faceto the ground. My breasts feeling the impact of the rocky terrain as nipplesfeel the bite of sharp stones. My ass is high in the air as his hand swingswith full punishing force driving my even harder into the stone.
"Lets see what we have here" I can feel his filthy hands on the cloth that covers
my most private possession then I hear ripping as I feel the air touching me.
My neck is held tight as my body twists trying to escape. His laughter at my
feeble attempt fills the night. He steps off the rope wrapping it around his
fist as he brings me to heel at his side. The lead only inches from his hand.
In a blind panic I try to retreat. I have to escape the thing that has me. Pulling
on the rope I don't care that it is tightening until I realize I have lost the
ability to breath. I try and move forward now to loosen the rope only to have
his hand raise. He will not let the looped rope release its death grip on me.
As I reach the point of passing out his words begin to register…
"…I decide if you crawl on your knees or slither on your bellybitch… I decide if you eat or drink… I decide if that slitof your is full or empty…I decide if you breath your next breath… Idecided if you live or die…'
With that pronouncement the rope goes slack bending over with my head touchingthe ground I draw in life sustaining air.
Before I was able to take even a second breath his foot comes from behind betweenmy legs catching my sex making my world turn into a world of fiery pain asthe kick lifts me.
"Right bitch?"
It takes everything that I am to get the words past my lips…
"Yes" I knew it was the answer he wanted….
"YES???? You crawling slithering hole… You talk to ME like that????"
He comes to stand behind me. Feet parted widely holding my knees wide apart,he reaches over my back to my hair jerking my head up and twisting it almostto breaking to bring my eyes to his.
He lets me taking in the vision that is him…
He is enormous, well over six and a half feet. His body is pure bone and muscle.He is a by any standard a warrior. His skin is hard and rough. It's such adark gray/green in anything but the brightest light it would appear black.His eyes blaze red in a face surrounded by a long black mane of coarse hair.Protruding from his lips are twin tusks The tips of each Tusk is adorned witha Mithril cover inlayed with blue sapphire
His armor is unlike most of the others. It is well maintained andfinely made. The lettering on it decisively dwarfen in it origins. The surcoathe wears is of a rich fabric. Dark green with threads of gold woven intoit. Human maybe.. Elven most probably… He was dressed in clothingthat kings would envy. Still he was nothing more than an Orc… nothingmore than a monster.
"I am not some stinking, pretty Elven warrior pussy. You are not my equal in
anything. When you speak to me you fucking cunt, you will address me as is my
due…I am Hordemaster Nazbog Stormterror…. You stinking half breed
bitch shall call me Master Terror…."
His laughter shook the rafters of my universe as he released my hair and threwmy head to the floor.
"Yes Master Terror" and in that second I knew beyond all else that it was a title
he would more than earn… and he would wear it with pride…
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I sat with my back to the cave wall, knees to my chest trying to staywarm, watching as he went about his work… My neck bore the bruisesfrom my latest mistake…
I was for the moment totally forgotten as he ate the roughmeal. More than once some luckless pig would pass to close and he would sendhim reeling. Without thought, he would rub his filthy hands along the edgeof his fine coat ruining the fabric as it absorbed the grease. All I wore wasthe rough rope around my neck. It hung loose but still it rubbed the skin raweverywhere it touched. My hands had barely moved to touch it when I was jerkedforward, dragged by the neck to his feet.
"Did I say you could remove the rope?" his voice was totally calm and contained…
My voice was breathlessly low, "no Master Terror"
He leaned back where he sat, eyes staring down at me.
"Up…" a single word that shot through me. Even as the instincts of a pampered
daughter told me to rebel, the survival instinct overrides the command. I found
myself coming to my knees before him.
"Arms up. Hands behind your head" I paused for only a moment but it was long
enough to find myself laid out with his hand print on my face, his fist lifting
me by the rope.
"Arms up. Hands behind your head" compliance was instantaneous.
"Knees wide apart." I did not hesitate. His laughter grated along my nerve endings.
His hand reaching out, fingers running along the slit, tickling the flesh with
his rough fingers, spark off little unanticipated fires. My body reacts despite
my mind. The nub of flesh coming to attention. His questing fingers encircling
it, crushing it…
My hands never leave my neck as my whole being arches. A scream leaving mythroat raw. I don't know if it lasted a minute or a day or half of eternityas I kneeled with my body open to his touch… teetering on the edge ofmadness… a place of pain… a place of pleasure… livingon a knifes edge. As suddenly as it began it ended.
One of the Master's underlings had walked into this part of the caveand I was forgotten for a moment as he release my clit and turned away seeingto his duty. Looking around as he ignored me I looked to find a place torelieve my almost bursting bladder. Finding a place that sat lower than therest… laying in the deepest part of the shadow I lowered myself into a squatting position. Just as the first drops of urine we released a handlifted and spun me.
"What kind of filthy cunt bitch fowls it's own bed? Loose even one drop with
out MY permission and I will burn it shut and let the others bet on how long
it will take before you explode and die"
I was a study in personal misery. My body hunched over, rocking to give myselfcomfort as my bladder screamed for release.
"Come here cunt." His voice sounded preoccupied as he rummaged though thepack at his feet. He lifted out a glass container. Lifting it to the lighthe looked though the pale blue glass. "Do you know what this is?"
"No Master Terror"
He sets the bottle aside, taking the rope he passes it over and aroundmy wrists securing them to the back of my neck then runs the ropes down alongmy spine to my ankles. Between my knees he used a leg hobble. I would notbe closing them on anything to come.
"Do you believe in Magic cunt?"
"yes Master Terror"
"Good cause this is a magic potion that is going to decide your fate." Ashe said that he opened the bottle and scooped out a large portion of it. "letme explain how Rangor's Seed works. You see female of our kind have a tendencyto be very disobedient and this is a little incentive for them to pleaseus. Just the tiniest dab will keep them on the brink of an orgasm so thateven the tiniest touch will give them a rush of pleasure so strong they almostpass out from it. It can also be used as a punishment when that rush is denied.On the other hand when this same potion is applied to an elf cunt and mixedwith any kind of liquid other than they natural lubricants common to allpussies well then things really get interesting. They have been known togo mad with the agony of it. I have heard stories of them pouring boilingwater over their cunts to get it off. Begging for death to escape the torture… andyou know what.. the only thing that will stop the pleasure or the pain islots of nice soothing Orc cum…flowing from that gapping cunt… solets find out the truth shall we… Are you Elf… or Orc… andWould you rather have an Orc cock buried in your cunt or would you ratherdie… " His smile was totally evil as he spread the cool gel over myopen sex. Making sure every part of it was totally covered." What ever youdecide is fine. Just let me know"
It began as just a tickling, nothing over powering. Just a simple hint of arousalas tissue became engorged. The pale shell pink of my sex at rest became thebrick red of arousal. Lips soft and closed opened. Nipples became hard andelongated. Hands wanting to touch were held tight by the rope. Legs, wantingto close on the aroused flesh, were held open and wide. There was no reliefas day turned into evening.. I lay there as the need became stronger. Witheringin need and unable to do anything at all. I don't hear moans I make or feelthe tears as they flow down my cheeks uncheck. Everything in my universe isa pin point of need dripping between open thighs. Hips undulate, begging insilence but I refuse to give voice to it. I refuse to beg the monster for evena moments peace..
Then it happens, my bladder can hold back no longer. Urine, hot andstrong pours over the hot aroused flesh. There is no easy transition. Moansof wonton pleasure become cried of agony as the flesh began to burn. It wasnot one or the other it was both. Pleasure and pain filled every pore ofmy being as I lay there twisting and turning trying to escape. Cries of agony,pleas for release became one.
"Gods….please no more… please Gods please… anything….
I will do.. be anything you want. Please Gods please make it stop.. Gods you're
killing me…Please…" on and on the words flowed from my lips as
the flesh of my cunt burned. Burned for the soothing release he had promised
me. This was unlike anything I could have imagined. It was all encompassing.
Each second of it was like newly discovering it. There was no way for my body
to accept it. There was no retreating from it or hiding. Time looses all meaning.
I could have been there an hour, day or week.
My voice is raw from begging, from screaming… from pleading, "Godsyou promised release if only I would ask… you …"
His laughter bounced off the rock walls of the cave…
"Rangor's Seed promised you many things. The other Gods, well those promises
are between you and them cunt. Now if you are talking to me…" his voice
was full of amusement. "then I suggest you afford me the reverence of using my
title. Oh and maybe you should come over here where I can hear you properly."
The distance between us is just a few feet but truss up as I was it could havebeen a mile. Wiggling and squirming I make my way to him. The uneven rockfloor scrapping me. Leaving cuts and bruising in it wake.
"Master Terror. Please I need relief. You promised." My voice wasnothing more than a raw whisper…
"Still the haute half breed elf bitch. Look at you. I don't think I have ever
seen anything so nasty in all my life." Leaning forward his fingers reach out
and just brush my open leaking sex, A butterflies wings would have been more
noticeable but the potion had done its work well. My entire body arched in an
equal mix of an orgasm of pain but there was no release from the potion. There
was no recovery because the grip the potion held me in never lessened.
"You know I think your poor abused throat needs my soothing cum first. What say
you cunt? Besides I think I need a little encouragement if you expect me to put
this into that."
In his hand he held onto his raging cock. Like the rest of him it was massive.There was no way my body could accommodate him but it didn't matter. Nothingdid but finding a way to end the torture.
"yes Master Terror…Please give my throat the warm soothing balm of Your
cum" the words had barely left my mouth before I was lift to a kneeling position
and his cock was filling my mouth and throat. My lips were stretched to the point
of tearing at the corners to accept his girth. My lack of experience meant nothing
as he fucked my face. His cock forcing its way deep into my already abused throat.
His hands in my hair driving my face into his groin as his cock All I was to
him was hole to be filled as again and again he drove deep. All my choking meant
to him was a tighter hole and more pleasure for him. Lack of oxygen was making
my body go slack as muscles gave out.
His sadistic laugh filled my ears…
"No cunt you will not leave me to finish this alone" with that his foot came
between my wide spread thighs and with just a flick of his toe my entire being
was as tight as a bow string as the scream of pain… the scream of release
vibrated around his cock as he exploded….
"Cunt that mouth of yours needs a lot of training but it should be feeling a
little better"
It was everything I could do to answer him. My throat had been destroyed.
"Yes Ma…. Mas…. Master Terror… tha…thankyou for gi….giving me that. Please give me.. give my c…c…cuntthe same relief."
"Cunt I would but damn you are ugly with those ears, eyes and hair. I don't know
if I can get it back up if I have to look at you. I know lets flip you over and
see if that works…"
Moving me as if I am nothing I find myself on my face. My body still held intight bondage…hands behind my neck… knees spread wide anklesbound. My breast lay on the rock floor with my ass high in the air. Thighsheld open giving him full view and access to my gapping cunt.
"Yeah I think I can manage to forget long enough to take care of this problem
for you cunt" His hands on my hips held me tight as his cock came to rest against
the opening… then he moved forward but he didn't enter me. His cock became
one long agonizing stroke against my clit and lips. I lost all touch with reality
as I was rocked with an orgasm so long and powerful I thought I would die. As
I was rocked with the all consuming agony of the fire his touch brought…
"oops.. I think I missed… let's try again shall we?" He held himself totally
still waiting for me…
"please Master Te…Te…Terror. Please try again'
His voice was a purr of satisfaction as he reared back and entered me in onagonizing lunge. His cock ripping into my back passage giving my voice strengthonce more.
"Damn the luck cunt… I missed again" His voice just a low growl as he
bent over my back. His lips just a behind my head. His tusk grazing my hand. "Hold
on cunt. This is kind of nice. What say you we let your ass feel the pleasure
of my cock? And your cunt…well it can feel the loving kiss of my balls?" his
hips arching just slightly as his cock rested deep.
I couldn't speak. I had no voice as my world was again rocked. His cock wasripping my poor ass open even as the touch of his balls brought me again tothe pinnacle of agony and ecstasy,
"No…. opinion… cunt… good… then… I… will… chose… for… you….
I… know… you… so… well… by… now….
You… wouldn't… want… this… fun… to…end… to… fast...
Hell… we're… just… starting… the… fun… aren't… we… and… a… cunt… like
you…well "
Each word ended on a lunge. Each word ended on my cunt feeling the brutalizingkiss of his balls…Each word ended on an agonized scream until therewas nothing left of my voice and the screams were totally silent as they paidhomage to the Orc God Rangor….
"Cunt, you still with me here…yeah I can see you are" His head lay between
my thighs.. he let the hard tip of his tusk torture my open gapping cunt. To
his eyes the lips were drenched and red but little else gave sign of the effects
the potion was having on me. Hours had passed now. Hours of games… hours
of begging…hours of promising my soul for even a moment of relief.
"Cunt I think I like you….you play this game so well… I think maybe
its time for you to get a little relief." With nothing more than that he had
me turned over. His cock plunging deep into my pussy. Pounding me… torturing
me…stretching me to the point of tearing… but it didn't matter..
the only thing that mattered was that I could feel his cock building to an orgasm.
His balls tightening…
"Come on cunt… I know you can do better than that. Use that pussy to beg
me. Show me that you want what I have to offer."
My hips rock back taking him deep. Muscle lining the walls tighten and release.My voice is gone but still my body finds a way….then I feel it.. andhear it… like I had so many times… he was finally going to release..I pushed back with all my strength… needing him as deep as he wouldgo. Then I felt it… the rhythmic pumping as he came… as he…
"NNNNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnnooooooooooooooo!"
There was a sleepy quality to his voice as his weight rested on me. "Wellhell cunt… seems you've drained me dry. Ah well cunt … there'salways tomorrow…"
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