The
Elven Chronicles
Episode
Three
The
Fugitive Bride
Chapter
10
Prisoners of the
Grothargs
The march to Iron Hand rivalled
anything that Honoria had yet experienced, and it was not just because of
what was done to her and Ralasharia on the
way. She and her Elf companion
were placed at the end of the line of other
prisoners. All of them were Grotharg
bitches of various ages, from seasoned warrior to immature
females. She had no idea what
young girl Grothargs were called and it really didnt
matter. The youngest were placed
at the front and the oldest at the rear.
As a result Honoria and Ralasharia were forced to walk in the dust
of the other captives.
In spite of the fact that
many of the marchers were very young the column of prisoners moved along
at a lively clip. Hampered by
their bonds both Honoria and Ralasharia found it hard to keep
up. Even the Elf stumbled and
fell on occasion as her hobbled ankles got caught up with one
another. Purposely kept sort
of water, no doubt to weaken their desire to escape, or perhaps just because
their captors found it pleasant to torment them in that way, both Elf and
Human arrived in a state of exhaustion at the end of the first
day. But that did not stop the
shaman from involving them in the first of his arcane
rituals.
They were fed and watered
first along with the other prisoners.
Then the Grotharg guards came for
them. They separated Honoria
and Ralasharia from the others and marched the two women to an area away
from the camp. Honoria was beside
herself with fear. All she could
think about was the huge sex organs of their captors and what she had seen
them do to the female Grothargs at Red
Stone. Adding to her terror was
the sound of screaming from behind her as the Iron Hand males once again
assaulted the captive females.
Whether Ralasharia felt
fear Honoria could not be sure, but the Elf was breathing heavily, her perfect
breasts rising and falling as they were brought to a halt before the
shaman. They were in a small
clearing beside which ran a rocky stream that formed a dark pool a few yards
downstream. The shaman sat on
a rock before them. You
filthy, he said. You
must be clean to serve me. Take
dem to pool and wash dem.
Still tethered to one another
Honoria and Ralasharia were forced toward the
pool. At the edge a further
humiliation awaited them, although Honoria doubted that Grothargs were at
all affected by human nudity. She
and Ralasharia were stripped of their remaining
garments. The Elf had already
lost her wings and the quiver that went with
them. Now her revealing skirt
and her boots were removed. As
for Honoria every garment was taken from her leaving her as nude as the day
Ralasharia had found her. They
both shivered in the cool autumn air and then they were driven into the
pool. The shock of the cold water
took Honorias breath away.
Still bound to the staff,
neither woman could wash herself
and so a young captive bitch
was produced to do it for them.
Armed with a cloth, the bitch, who stood almost as tall as Honoria,
removed all of the dust and dirt that covered them and with the aid of the
tharg guards ducked them beneath the frigid surface of the
stream. And then they were dragged
from the pool and taken before the
shaman. Both women stood there,
shaking from the cold, their breasts quivering as they shivered and their
nipples hard as cork.
It was a vision of indescribably
beauty; the tall Human female with a body like a goddess and hair like obsidian;
and beside her the fire-haired Elf, slightly taller and no less perfect in
her physical charms. Their bodies
trembled as they fought approaching hypothermia, but the shaman had thought
of the perfect way to warm them up.
Now you serve me,
he said, tapping each of them with his
staff. I take your
magic. Elf virgin
first.
Virgin.
Honoria had never thought of Ralasharia as a
virgin. The Elf had always seemed
in command of every situation and she had guessed her age at twenty-five
years. It seemed only natural
that she had experienced the knowledge of the
flesh. Ralasharias face
showed that it was not so. For
the first time Honoria saw something cross the Elfs perfect features
that resembled fear.
Ralasharia fought desperately
to preserve her virtue, but her body was arched against the staff that fitted
into the hollow of her back and she was held by two huge Grotharg
males. Either one would have
been more than a match for her in her captive
condition. Honoria watched in
horror as the struggling Elf was held by one of the males and the other removed
the tether and spread her legs.
Ralasharia screamed in
panic.
No!
she cried as she was lifted from the ground and the tip of the
Grothargs phallus was pressed against the lips of her
vulva.
Slowly, the
Grotharg shaman cautioned.
Take her slowly. The
greater the pain the more of her magic becomes
mine.
Grotharg males were not
normally given to acts of restraint, but the one thrusting into Ralasharia
obeyed exactly. Placing his clawed
hands on the Elfs tight backside he slowly impaled her, a fraction
of an inch at a time, drawing out the violation for as long as
possible.
Ralasharia writhed, her
face contorted by fear and pain, her head thrown back and her body arching
unconsciously. Her breath came
in agonized gasps, but she did not scream at least not for the first few
inches on penetration. But then
she gave in to a long drawn out moan.
Stop, she begged.
Please stop.
The shaman gave a short
harsh laugh. You suffer
Elf bitch. Give up your magic
to me. The Grotharg penetrating
Ralasharia gave one more small thrust and then the Elf maiden
screamed.
Honoria wept as Ralasharia
was violated, experiencing in her mind everything the Elf was
enduring. She watched as the
red-head arched her back against the staff, her entire body quivering in
pain, the huge phallus penetrating her, threatening to rip her
apart. Her screams were horrific
and then at a nod from the shaman the Grotharg ravishing her began to pump
brutally in and out of her ravaged
vagina. Ralasharias screams
and cries became completely incoherent and then her assailant exploded into
her, his thick cream spurting out around his now shrinking
member.
As Ralasharias assailant
stepped back, the shaman moved in, holding a cup beneath
her. Into it dripped the semen,
vaginal juices, and most importantly, the blood generated by her
ordeal. As the Elf sobbed noisily
the shaman raised the cup to his lips and
drank. Now I have Elf
power, he chortled.
Honoria
wept. She had never witnessed
so terrible a scene, and then her blood ran cold as the shaman fixed his
eyes on hers. Now your
turn Human bitch.
But I have no
powers, Honoria wailed. Her
legs were trembling so badly she could hardly stand, but hardly
mattered. The Grotharg who had
held Ralasharia while she was raped removed her tether and then lifted her
from the ground, spreading her legs as he did
so. The Grotharg who had enjoyed
the Elf now took his turn behind Honoria, gripping her arms and holding her
torso off the ground.
The Shaman came close to
her as she struggled to escape, kicking her legs
frantically. You have more
power dan you know, he hissed, but it will soon be
mine.
No! Honoria screamed as the Grotharg
stepped between her thighs. Out
of the corner of her eyes she could see Ralasharia kneeling on the ground
her hands pressed against her abdomen and her face a mask of
pain. She no longer wept aloud,
but her tears still flowed freely and then Honorias attention became
firmly fixed on her own ordeal.
Slowly, like the
Elf, the shaman said.
Honoria twisted her body
to escape, fighting harder than she had ever fought in her
life. Even the hideous ordeal
she had suffered at the hands of the bandits and the savage shock of her
wedding night could not compare with
this. Like Ralasharia she arched
hr back in a desperate attempt to pull her body away from the Grothargs
huge member, and like Ralasharia she moaned as the lips of her vulva were
forced apart and the giant organ slid into the tight confines of her
vagina. The Grothargs phallus
throbbed as it entered her, veins the thickness of her little finger standing
out on its surface. Honoria gasped
as it penetrated her, each tiny thrust forcing apart her pelvic
bones. To make penetration easier
the Grotharg had smeared his phallus with some sort of grease, but it still
took a great deal of his strength for forced his way
in. His hands gripped Honorias
buttocks so tightly that he left bruises the shape of his fingers on her
tender flesh. It was incredibly
painful, but she endured the pain almost as long as Ralasharia before finally
giving in and shrieking in agony.
The Grotharg grinned at
the sound, displaying his huge fangs and thrust even deeper into
her. Honorias entire body
shuddered in pain, her firm breasts quivering and sweat decorating her satin
skin in spite of the coolness of the autumn
air. She managed to look down
and saw to her horror that the Grotharg had penetrated her to only half the
length of his thick shaft. What
she had hoped was coming to an end was only just
beginning.
Again and again he thrust
into her each half in gained increasing her agony until she thought she was
going to pass out from the pain.
But she didnt. Some
level of endurance she did not know she had kept her conscious until the
Grotharg had buried his immense organ within
her. Then, as the other Grotharg
had done with Ralasharia, he began to thrust in and out of her, each stroke
gaining in speed until he was hammering her with the rapidity of a blacksmith
pounding iron.
Aaagghh!
Honorias screams could probably have been heard throughout the Grotharg
camp, even over those of the young Grotharg bitches who were once again serving
their new masters. And then just
as she was on the verge of passing out the Grotharg grunted and shot a jet
of his seed into her. There was
so much of it that, as in Ralasharias case,
the semen gushed from around the edges of his
phallus.
As before the shaman rushed
forward, catching in his cup Honorias vaginal blood, and then raising
the cup to his lips. Now
I have power of Human witch, he declared, smacking his
lips. Honoria, barely conscious,
was lowered to the ground.
A few feet away she heard
a scream. The
Grothargs who had raped her and Ralasharia had
now turned their attention to the young Grotharg bitch
who had helped bathe
them. By the Goddess,
she moaned. Will this never
end?
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