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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….….you
can 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 eyes
bore into the deep shadow of the robe I wore.. Children at least were more
honest in their reaction. The adults thought they were so subtle in their horror
"Sil….Sil….damn it… would you please wait up
you cantankerous bitch…"
The sound of the voice behind me made me just move a little faster…only
now I had a smile on my face…Findecano Tenehtele had been the bane of
my existence since, well forever I guess.
I didn't see the hand that reached out, one moment I was walking and
the next I had been spun to face a towering warrior… the cowl covering
my head thrown back…. In an instant the warriors eyes widened in shock
but the shock lasted only a heartbeat. It was replaced by the realization
that 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 wanted
to see. Some things never changed, in the largest of our cities or the smallest
village. His eyes were filled with pity for the creature before him. His head
turned, his eyes following the shaft of the arrow to piercing blue eyes filled
with total and complete resolve. The hand on my wrist loosened and I was free. "Fin
release him." Without another word I turned and was gone. I stopped listening
to everything around me. I didn't see the rage in Fin's eyes or hear the curses
as 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…'...nothing
human about her at all"….Why bother to listen at all, .I'd heard it
all before. Even in this backwater village where we were nothing more than
just strangers passing through, they knew…… "Silmarwen Elensar….She
who could not be… but is…."
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"…after the battle she was raped…even after seven
centuries a single human breeding and still they pay the price but don't
you think this is too much to ask… no one deserves to be burdened
with 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 believed
it or if she was just trying to convince herself or only me. Standing before
the quite pond, I look into the reflection. Letting the cloak float to the
ground, the hood that protects me most of the time gone. Before me is a woman
small yet deceptively strong. The lines of her body gracefully built. Eyes
the icy blue of her elfin heritage, ears with the typical point usually hidden
by the cowl, lips full and skin so smooth… so soft…the skin tone
so hideously Orcin ..
Raising my eyes I watch as the sun begins its final decent, kneeling I begin
my evening prayers…
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Nazbog Stormterror, the name echoed though the caverns. The legend
had not lied. As he walked among the restless horde, his low growl gave warning
to all he encountered. "Can you smell it?" his eyes searching those around
him. "The stink of Elven flesh . Tonight, as the clans join under a moonless
sky, we rid the world of a little more of it's stink" His laughter echoed
off the walls finding joy in the terror tonight promised. He had looked down
upon the elf village behind its high wall so far below. He had planned this
invasion. Tonight with the moon gone and the world covered in total darkness
they would strike. They would kill every man woman and child inside the walled
village. Through his will the Orc General had taken a disorganized horde
and turned it into a killing machine. He had through strength of will, brought
together clan armies and turned them in to a tool of his will "Tonight" the
thought filled him as he watched the last rays of the dying sun… tonight… victory
over his peoples enemies would belong to him…. "Tonight we move in
silence…" the bodies began moving out of the home camp caves into
the darkness of the world…
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Fin followed the path out of the city. The final rays of the dying
sun 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 puzzled
eyes 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 filling
my mind, then it struck me. It was not the sound of something it was the
sound of nothing. As the night had fully descended, the forest around me
had 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 forests
enveloping me. Even with the enhanced eyesight my Elvin heredity afforded
me, I didn't see what tripped me. One moment I was running full out, the
next I was flat on my face in the middle of the path. Turning my head I came
face to face with the sightless eyes of Fin. Rolling over I came to a sitting
position.. then start scooting back away from him as I took in the bloody
sight.. 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 full
armor….The last though I had as I felt the blow to the side of the
head was that I faced "He is Death incarnate ….."
Fire filled the sky… screams the air…. The sights, sounds and
smells 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 dawning
light…. 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 brought
up short…looking up from the ground I find myself meeting the eyes of
the 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 the
giant.
Looking down he could see the color of my eyes and the color of my skin. With
the 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 he
lifted 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 my
body to his gaze. Seams ripped loudly as the gown becomes nothing more than
a tattered rag at his feet. My reaction was without though, my hands tuning
into claws, I attacked him, my nails leaving long oozing gashes along his jaw
line. Retribution is swift and merciless as my world explodes in pain. I find
myself flying through the air, landing on the ground hard the air knocked from
me. Rolling to my side, I curl up trying to breathe, my arms crossing over
my breast trying to contain the pain where his fist had connected. My mind
lost in the haze of pain. There was no time for recovery as the monster reached
down 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 battle
fields. His chest wide and deep. All this registered in passing as his hand
reached out and grasp my breast and squeezed. His hold crushing the tender
flesh. My hand reaches out fighting his hold…fingers clawing … trying
to break his hold. With each passing moment his grip tightens. My breast crushed
in his grip. Every second a new study in agony. My tear filled eyes raise to
his, and find nothing there. There is no emotion in his face. For the first
time I realize that I had been protected as an honored daughter of a great
house. 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 compunction
about it. And there was nothing and no one to stop him. Looking he saw it in
my eyes. The realization that everything I was, everything I am, rests totally
and 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 could
feel the bruises forming deep in the abused tissue. I wore nothing now but
the single loin cloth. I felt the rope coming to rest around my neck. The loop
tightening, then being dragged, choked as the Monster pulls me over rock and
stick. Rolling I work to find my feet before I loose consciousness as the roped
tightens 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 raise
again to my feet only to be stopped short.
'She bitch you do not stand in the presence of your betters" laughter
rolls over the words as his foot comes down hard on the rope bring my face
to the ground. My breasts feeling the impact of the rocky terrain as nipples
feel the bite of sharp stones. My ass is high in the air as his hand swings
with 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 belly
bitch… I decide if you eat or drink… I decide if that slit
of your is full or empty…I decide if you breath your next breath… I
decided if you live or die…'
With that pronouncement the rope goes slack bending over with my head touching
the ground I draw in life sustaining air.
Before I was able to take even a second breath his foot comes from behind between
my legs catching my sex making my world turn into a world of fiery pain as
the 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 almost
to 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 a
dark 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 with
a Mithril cover inlayed with blue sapphire
His armor is unlike most of the others. It is well maintained and
finely made. The lettering on it decisively dwarfen in it origins. The surcoat
he wears is of a rich fabric. Dark green with threads of gold woven into
it. Human maybe.. Elven most probably… He was dressed in clothing
that kings would envy. Still he was nothing more than an Orc… nothing
more 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 threw
my 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 stay
warm, watching as he went about his work… My neck bore the bruises
from my latest mistake…
I was for the moment totally forgotten as he ate the rough
meal. More than once some luckless pig would pass to close and he would send
him reeling. Without thought, he would rub his filthy hands along the edge
of his fine coat ruining the fabric as it absorbed the grease. All I wore was
the rough rope around my neck. It hung loose but still it rubbed the skin raw
everywhere it touched. My hands had barely moved to touch it when I was jerked
forward, 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 my
throat raw. I don't know if it lasted a minute or a day or half of eternity
as I kneeled with my body open to his touch… teetering on the edge of
madness… a place of pain… a place of pleasure… living
on a knifes edge. As suddenly as it began it ended.
One of the Master's underlings had walked into this part of the cave
and I was forgotten for a moment as he release my clit and turned away seeing
to his duty. Looking around as he ignored me I looked to find a place to
relieve my almost bursting bladder. Finding a place that sat lower than the
rest… laying in the deepest part of the shadow I lowered myself in
to a squatting position. Just as the first drops of urine we released a hand
lifted 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 myself
comfort as my bladder screamed for release.
"Come here cunt." His voice sounded preoccupied as he rummaged though the pack at his feet. He lifted out a glass container. Lifting it to the light he 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 around
my wrists securing them to the back of my neck then runs the ropes down along
my spine to my ankles. Between my knees he used a leg hobble. I would not
be 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." As
he said that he opened the bottle and scooped out a large portion of it. "let
me explain how Rangor's Seed works. You see female of our kind have a tendency
to be very disobedient and this is a little incentive for them to please
us. Just the tiniest dab will keep them on the brink of an orgasm so that
even the tiniest touch will give them a rush of pleasure so strong they almost
pass 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 mixed
with any kind of liquid other than they natural lubricants common to all
pussies well then things really get interesting. They have been known to
go mad with the agony of it. I have heard stories of them pouring boiling
water over their cunts to get it off. Begging for death to escape the torture… and
you know what.. the only thing that will stop the pleasure or the pain is
lots of nice soothing Orc cum…flowing from that gapping cunt… so
lets find out the truth shall we… Are you Elf… or Orc… and
Would you rather have an Orc cock buried in your cunt or would you rather
die… " His smile was totally evil as he spread the cool gel over my
open sex. Making sure every part of it was totally covered." What ever you
decide is fine. Just let me know"
It began as just a tickling, nothing over powering. Just a simple hint of arousal
as tissue became engorged. The pale shell pink of my sex at rest became the
brick red of arousal. Lips soft and closed opened. Nipples became hard and
elongated. Hands wanting to touch were held tight by the rope. Legs, wanting
to close on the aroused flesh, were held open and wide. There was no relief
as day turned into evening.. I lay there as the need became stronger. Withering
in need and unable to do anything at all. I don't hear moans I make or feel
the tears as they flow down my cheeks uncheck. Everything in my universe is
a pin point of need dripping between open thighs. Hips undulate, begging in
silence but I refuse to give voice to it. I refuse to beg the monster for even
a moments peace..
Then it happens, my bladder can hold back no longer. Urine, hot and
strong pours over the hot aroused flesh. There is no easy transition. Moans
of wonton pleasure become cried of agony as the flesh began to burn. It was
not one or the other it was both. Pleasure and pain filled every pore of
my 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, "Gods
you 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 have
been a mile. Wiggling and squirming I make my way to him. The uneven rock
floor scrapping me. Leaving cuts and bruising in it wake.
"Master Terror. Please I need relief. You promised." My voice was
nothing 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. Nothing
did 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…thank
you for gi….giving me that. Please give me.. give my c…c…cunt
the 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 in
tight bondage…hands behind my neck… knees spread wide ankles
bound. My breast lay on the rock floor with my ass high in the air. Thighs
held 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 on
agonizing lunge. His cock ripping into my back passage giving my voice strength
once 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 was
ripping my poor ass open even as the touch of his balls brought me again to
the 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 brutalizing
kiss of his balls…Each word ended on an agonized scream until there
was nothing left of my voice and the screams were totally silent as they paid
homage 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.. and
hear 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 would
go. 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. "Well hell cunt… seems you've drained me dry. Ah well cunt … there's always tomorrow…"
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