Throne Chapter 1: Capture
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Throne Chapter 1.
Anrea had awoken early to the clamoring and her village in an uproar, rubbing her eyes and quickly tying her blue-white hair back from her eyes, she quickly dressed, taking a lit torch from the wall near the entrance to her room and began to walk briskly down the stoney hall of her family's cave dwelling. The noise increased, shouts had become audible, but garbled amidst clashing of steel, yells and screams, suddenly alarmed her eyes widened as she entered the living hall then peeked from the entrance to their home to the chaos outside in the large cavern of their clans cave.
Men from above, soldiers with swords, armor glinting in the center hearths large fires light, she quickly looked about for her mother and father, Anrea's mouth went dry and was without words. Suddenly a pale man, human with a recent gash across his face fell against the stone wall, holding a hand against his chest as one of her clans warriors pierced his heart with his spear. The Warrior recognized her, grabbing her arm, saying:
"Anrea, you must get away from here, the Humans have just started attacking the village, I saw your Father fighting, over near there." The Warrior motioned towards the mass of Human and Drow soldiers fighting, at his words Anrea tried to lurch from his grasp, but he held her tightly as he fought or pushed his way through the bodies of fighting or dead men towards the escape corridor.
"Where is my mother? I ...I have to find her!" Anrea said, her voice cracking in anxiety.
" I will find her soon, I promise Anrea, quickly now..." Just then a blood spattered Human soldier with sickly pale skin dotted with blood and tissue, swung his large mace towards the Warrior, which in turn was able to shield Anrea with his body and deflect the humans blow with his spear shaft, though it splintered slightly under the weight of the mace.
"Run!" The Warrior growled out between clenched teeth to her.
Anrea wasn't a cowered, but she had never before seen a human, only heard of them around the hearth fires and stories told to her by her mother and father long ago. Anrea obeyed and found her legs, forcing herself to move she bolted towards the escape route, dodging men and leaping over carcasses, some still moaning, others oozing their innards onto the earthen floor. Anrea was almost home free, she could see the stream of light that accompanied the exit, when two large, rough hands grasped her waist dragging her backward, a voice laughing sadistically.
"Look'it here, boys! We got ourselves a right purty one, young too, probably never had a few cocks in'er." The Soldier who held her smelled as if he hadn't bathed for several months, his breath just as foul, though she couldn't see his face, as he was behind her, she saw the other three around her, two had been hiding behind a few barrels ale and sacks of food meant for storage, in ambush.
One had already untied his trousers, cock in hand, she scowled down at his member, it was a rite puny little thing she thought. Anrea had never seen a humans cock before, but by tales and rumors they were about the same as drow, only this humans cock was short and pudgy and he was fully erect! The other two soldiers were crowding in around her like hungry wolves ready to devour a trapped rabbit, one quickly grasped her breast, squeezing it as if it was a possession, she yelped in pain and tried to bite the mans arm, but he retracted it in time. The human holding her laughed loudly at his friends disdain:
" Fiesty little Drow isn't she? This may prove rather interesting, won't you say Gents?" The other chuckled, while the leader drug her into the dark corridor behind several crates, barrels and sacks to conceal themselves. The other soldiers had begun to shuck all their armor to become fully naked, the one with the short cock had begun to jack off while moving towards her, grabbing the sleeve of her tunic, he ripped it slighty then cursed as it didn't come completely off her chest.
" Damn, I can't do this one handed, Jurn, Hale, help me 'ere will ya?"
" Yea, you'm best keep yerself rite n' strong to fuck 'er, now Eddy." The soldier named Jurn, stated while he quickly shred one side of her tunic with his dagger, Anrea tried to move away from them but their leader held her firmly, his erection quite evident against the small of her backside, bile rose in her throat as she felt it. Her eyes caught the dagger in Jurns hand and an idea came to her, she didn't want to be the entertainment of the evening for these pale-skins. Tilting her head slighty, she then caught the sight of the leaders nose right behind her, a hint of a smile came to her lips as the men came around her, just then she lashed out with one foot catching the one called Eddy in the scrotum, his erection faltering as he slumped, grasping his groin as he fell to the floor, the other two looked at him then to her, just as she bashed her head against the bridge of the leaders nose, breaking it, shoving the broken cartiledge into his brain, he fell dead. Anrea took the chance and bolted past the two scrambling soldiers and raced towards that little stream of light, about to be home free, she grasped her torn tunic against her chest, her tie coming loose and letting her blue-white strands fly behind her, glinting silver in the wall sconce light.
Sir Cornal had been watching the Drow maiden for some time, as his soldiers fought the village, slaughtering all that they came in contact with, looting or taking their pleasures as they pleased. He was on direct orders from the King to erraticate all Drow in the land and to bring him the head of the dreaded and hated Minotaur that roamed this local area, seeing the little Drow maiden escape, killing one of his men interested him, smiling with sadistic glee, Sir Cornal motioned three of his guards and two of his soldiers to retrieve her for him, as he was nearer the entrance on horseback, he was unable to venture father into the cave. Obeying their Lords command the men quickly went after Anrea, just as she was reaching the escape exit, nabbing her legs just as she was crawling from the opening into the afternoon light, streaming through the trees above them.
"NO! No no no no...not again, I will NOT be a slave to you Pale-Skins!! Anrea grasped at everything she could, rocks, limps, roots and was able to grab onto a vine, holding onto it and pulling with all her might, but she was no match for the two guards and the other two soldiers pulling from the other end, she quickly lost her grip and was swallowed up inside of the dark hole, the humans caught her, all chuckling as she faught, clawed wildly at them, her eyes glaring and sparking fire within her dark amber eyes, her eyes were not the normal coloration of Drow, which made her special amongst them.
Anrea's hands were quickly tied behind her back and her feet were held, one leg to a soldier so that she was unable to kick any of them. She began cussing them in Elven, Drow and Orc, which only proved to amuse the men carrying her towards the entrance and the man upon horseback, staring down at her with his soulless eyes. Anrea glared at him, her eyes on fire with hatred as she was sat promptly upon her rump on the ground, the fighting had begun to slacken, as screams dissipated and the dying were groaning, the last of her clan, now, she stared over the massacre, watching several weary Human soldiers straggle back towards them, several holding wounds, some holding the severed heads of her clan members, some she recognized, one amongst them was her Fathers head. When Anrea caught sight of her Fathers decapitated head, her fury ignighted, eyes widening, she lurched up and bashed her head against the chest of one of her captors, knocking him back slightly, but only to have their hands holding her again, lifting her hands behind her, upwards in a painful position.
" Damn you!! I will kill you all for this, I will kill all of you Pale-Skins, starting with you!" she whipped around, wincing as her arm sockets pulled upward in her movements, glaring her promise towards Sir Cornal, who only met her gaze with evil, empty eyes, a slight smirk upon his lips, then he let out a small chuckle.
" Bring her, lets move out!" Sir Cornal stated flatly, as he turned his stallion, spurring it into submission, seeming to enjoy torturing the animal.
" So, you are also a slave..." she muttered as she watched the stallion jump at each spur, his mouth beginning to foam, eyes wide and ears back as Sir Cornal pulled harshly upon the reigns, the bit tearing into the sensitive flesh of the horses mouth.
Anrea followed them from the cave, unable to look back at the remains of her former life, she couldn't get the image of her fathers severed head in the hands of one of the Pale-Skins, tears began to fall, one by one, down her cheeks, her hair falling over her face so that no one would see, she was shoved along behind the stallion and the man upon his back, the two guards holding onto the rope that bound her. Anrea didn't dare think of what might have happened to her mother, maybe she escaped...then again, it was unlikely, she had been the only one in the corridor towards the escape exit.
The party had been traveling for several hours, through the woods she knew so well, past the stream where she played with some of the other children when they had surfaced in early summer so long ago, so many memories had flooded her then as she walked, it seemed all a blur until a shrill whistle jerked her from the bitter-sweet thoughts. Looking up, shaking the hair from her face, she saw the man upon horse raise his hand in a halt upon the hill in front of her, overlooking a large encampment of erected tents, a corral for the war horses, and a large center tent which was Sir Cornals. A sneer lit her mouth as she looked down in disgust at the scene, some of the forrest was cleared to make room for all of the tents, there were so many it looked like hundreds of sheep littering the valley below.
Sir Cornal motioned for the two guards to come near, they obeyed, shoving her towards their Lord and leader;
" Leave her to me, boys, get the rest of the men tended to at the healers tent and fed."
Saluting Sir Cornal, the guards tapped their swords against the chest of their plate mail, making a ~Clink, Clink~ sound as they did so, Sir Cornal took the rope from one of them as they began to bark orders and move the company down the hill towards the encampment. Turning in his saddle, he looked down at her, a slight amusement in his eyes, grinning maliciously, he said:
"Now, shouldn't you be thankful that I allowed you and only you to live?"
Anrea scowled up at the man, collecting a bundle of saliva in her mouth, she spit, it missed its mark, but hit the base of his chain mail shirt, snickering Sir Cornal wiped it away carelessly.
" See, that is why I allowed you to remain alive, little Drow, you have fire and something else....oh yes, a beautiful body that I will take as many times as I please." Sir Cornal smiled down at her as he lifted the rope attached to her wrists, gritting her teeth she didn't allow herself to whimper in pain, nor cry out, only reply.
" I would rather have died, than to be a slave to an ugly, limp, Pale-Skin!" Anrea was seething with hatred and anger as she glared up at the man, her eyes unwavering.
Sir Cornal glared down at her, his eyes hardening, something stirring in them, swirling as he heard her slight insult, then he tilted his head back and laughed loudly, to those who knew him, that was not a pleasant thing to hear, it meant that an undesirable punishment was at hand, usually a tortured death to most men. Leaning over he hauled her roughly, laying her belly first, prostrate over the saddle of the stallion he rode, tying the rope around the horn, spurring the stallion, Sir Cornal and his prisoner made their way towards the center of the encampment, towards his tent.
" Oh, little Drow, I will show you the opposite of limp very soon." Sir Cornal seethed as he smiled wickedly down at her backside, his hungry, lustful eyes taking in her round ass, long, muscular legs that came from benieth a finely woven cloth, making up her leggings, which had been torn on the left leg, to her hip, exposing her dark-blue skin and a hint of her rear beneith. Sir Cornal became hard instantly as he thought of ramming his cock into her tight ass, listening to her screams of pain, to him was pleasure.
Anrea lay across the saddle, her hair falling over her face, she took in the scent of the stallion, feeling the same as the horse, a slave...wanting freedom, she watched the ground move as they walked down towards the encampment, soon her eyes saw trodden down grass and bare patches of dirt where the grass had been worn away by boots and hooves. Coming to a stop, she turned to see the man dismount, leather upon leather creaking, Sir Cornal then turned towards one of his servants;
" Fetch me a bucket of water, never mind if it is warm, better yet, get me spring water. I have some cleaning to do, oh and some sackcloth,a horse-blanket, a bottle of rum and shackles." The servant nodded, he wasn't at all surprised by his Lords request, he did as bid and went off to find the requested items.
He then turned, reaching up, Sir Cornal untied the rope from the horn, grabbing her harshly by the arm, he yanked Anrea from the stallion, allowing her to fall forward onto the ground, her face smashing into it, all the while he held onto the rope as it pulled her arms upwards behind her back. Anrea bit back another yelp, but tears stung her eyes as the pain shot through her arm sockets, if felt as if he would rip them right out. She lurched forward, though unable to stand due to her position, she tried to bite his leg and in turn received a swift kick to her side accompanied by another sadistic laugh as he hauled her up and began shoving her before him, into the large tent.
" Tsk Tsk, little Drow. You will learn to obey your master, as you are now mine." He stated as he shoved her towards the large center post that held up the tent from within, tying her to it, back against the post, he stood back to observe her beauty. Shaking his head as he looked at her, she was scratched in several places from the briars and limbs that she had been drug, pushed or pulled through, several bruises had begun to develope on her arms and one on her leg. Just then the servant came through the opening to the tent with the desired supplies, a large wooden tub of water, a sackcloth draped over his arm, the horse-blanket over his shoulder and the shackles in his other hand.
" I have what you requested, M'Lord." The servant said, as he sat the supplies near Sir Cornal, never meeting his gaze, the servant kept his head low and eyes averted, lest he receive a punishing blow to the face, or worse. The servent was thanked with a rather harsh shove out the door. Turning back towards Anrea, he smiled, at the same time moving towards her, ripping the tunic and leggings from her body, revealing her completely. Though she was embarrassed, she kept her composure and stood stiffly as Sir Cornal tossed her clothes to the side and reached for the sackcloth, dipping it into the icy water, retrieving it he began to wash her roughly, making sure to hit every single open cut or raw sore she had on her body, making sharp stinging pain go through each wound. Now and again she would suck air through her clenched teeth, but kept watching the seeling as he finished his ordeal of "cleaning" her, and by the time she had finished her sores had begun to bleed again and the raw ones were worse than before.
" Awe, now look at that, you are bleeding all over that purty little skin of yours, well, I gotta do something about that quick, now don't I?"
He took the bottle of rum, uncorked it, took a long drink then doused her with it, the alchohol burning her sores and cuts, she couldn't help but whimper in pain as she grit her teeth and held back the tears, though as he was near enough, she lashed out and managed to bite his arm. Pulling back, the wound, blood trickled from a small cut she had made, laughing, he drained the rest and threw the bottle behind him;
" Oh, you will pay for that little Drow, in due time, you will pay for that." Sir Cornal then untied her from the center post, making sure to keep her wrists secure, he untied them, but replaced the rope with the heavy shackles. Anrea tried to struggle from his grasp, but her wounds were still stinging from the rum and it was useless, Sir Cornal was a large man in stature, his chest was broad, some thick hair protruded from his tunic, as he took off the chain mail and was now down to his boots, leggings and tunic. His face was square and thickly around his jaw, his eyes dark and empty, hair black with a few streaks of grey on the sides near the ears, his arms were well muscled and several runic tattoos adorned his right arm down to his knuckles. Anrea had been shoved down to her knees, she didn't know exactly what he was doing, but she knew that the exit and freedom was behind her captor and past all those white tents, hope still reigned as long as she had some way of escape.
Sir Cornal had unbuttoned the flap of his leggings, his erect cock protruding from the leather, he was large, about 9 inches and 2 inches thick, Anrea's eyes widened slightly as she saw his member directly in front of her, rearing like a poisonous snake ready to strike. Chuckling at her reaction, he said;
"Has no man taken you? No? Well, this is certaintly a nice spoil of war, I get to fuck a virgin slave!" He took his cock in his hand and pressed it against her tightly closed lips, moving the tip against her lips, as she stared, repulsed at it and the feeling of it against her lips, she wasn't about to taste his cock! Pre-cum beaded at the center of his cock, and he then wiped it on her cheek, Anrea moved away from his touch, much to his glee, he pressed harder into her mouth then, but since her teeth proved to be an inpenitrable barrier, he grabbed her throat and began to squeeze off the air to her lungs, at that her mouth opened gasping for air and he shoved himself roughly into her mouth, she was barely able to take him in as he began to move in and out, groaning as her mouth wettened his cock, even against her will.
Anrea had no choice, she thought, she had to comply with what he wanted for the moment, as his hand was about her neck momentarily, then he took her head in his hands, and begun to thrust repeatedly, at times hitting the back of her throat, she almost gagged. Anrea tried to pull away, but he held her head firmly in place, and she could do nothing seeing as her hands were shackled behind her back, but an idea came to her, she had teeth! She looked up at the man, as he kept thrusting in her mouth, his cock pulsing with unshed ejaculate, just then Anrea bit down HARD! Blood burst from her mouth and she kept her teeth clenched as she turned her head to the side roughly, tearing the mans cock from his base, Sir Cornals eyes widened as he felt an undescribable pain shot through his body, he quickly knocked Anrea across the cheek with the back of his hand making her spit out the barely attached member, as he dropped to the ground as blood began to sputter from the wound, she stood and bolted as Sir Cornal couldn't find words to summon his healer until she was out of the tent.
Then a terrible screeching yell could be heard, most of the men came running towards the tent of their Lord, seeing a large pool of blood coming from his body. One of his guards sent for the healer and looked about for Anrea, catching site of her flying past several tents far down the valley, the healer arrived and began to tend to their Lord, the guard began to bark orders for men to get the dogs and mount up. When Sir Cornal was able to find the words, he had begun to pale considerably, as his healer severed the rest of his member, leaving his scrotum intact, he winced as he carterized the large wound, the lord screamed and it could be heard throughout the camp:
"KILL THAT BITCH!!!"
Anrea had ran with all her might, she was just to the edge of the woods, as she heard the soldiers behind her, the yipping and howling of the hounds and the thundering of horses hooves behind her. Frantic to get away and not be caught again, she jumped into the brush and began to make her way through the thickets and underbrush which would be hard for the dogs and horses alike to follow. Ducking branches and bracing herself from falling against the trucks of nearby trees, her arms still behind her back, helpless. Anrea was breathing heavily as she cleared the thickets just as she heard the hounds howling and yipping behind her, the stallions crashing through the brush behind her, she turned in time to see one of the hounds crawl from beneith the brush, his teeth bared and drooling at the mouth.
Anrea kept running, but was thrown backwards to the ground as she ran into what felt like a stone wall, bracing herself on her shoulder, she shook the hair from her eyes and looked upwards to see what she had ran into, to find a large minotaur towering over her. Anrea's eyes widened, this creature was massive, at least 7 and a half foot tall, he carried a large double-bladed battle axe, wore a loincloth made of a wolves hide, the head of the wolf was empty and was wrapped around his waist to form what seemed a buckle. Leather pouches were attached to a thong string made of leather, he was barefoot, his calves as large as dinner platters, his thighs seemed to be tree trunks themselves, his chest was like a large fortress, rock hard and carved in detail. The minotaurs skin was a dark blue-gray, scars etched themselves along his chest and arms, his face was stern, ears were long and flopped to the sides, heavy benieth the large horns protruding from beneith his hair that lay untamed along his forehead and strands falling into his eyes, if fell wildly down the back of his large neck to stop just below his shoulders, several braids adorned the back as well, tied off with leather strips of hide.
Snorting, the minotaur looked at her, then to the oncoming hound, watching as it leaped into the air, in one smooth motion, he knocked the hound out of the air and against a nearby tree trunk, breaking its back, killing it. Anrea turned the best she could just then, as the soldiers on horseback came through the trees and brush to halt as they saw the minotaur before them, and then her, the leader had his hand held up clenched in a fist, halting the others.
" Well, well, just like killing two birds with one stone, eh Gents? The minotaur that we have been searching for and the Drow that almost killed our Lord, isn't this just our day." The leader stated, smiling in their fortunate luck.
The minotaur snorted again, his eyes narrowing as he moved infront of Anrea, his back now to her, arms at his sides, the axe lowered. Anrea tried to stand, but realized that she had sprained her ankle when she had fallen before, but was able to make it up on one leg, but soon toppled, she had no balance with her hands in the position that they were in. The lead soldier, whistled and the hounds lurched, teeth bared, one managed to bite into the minotaurs calf, a large bellow raged from the minotars mouth, he turned quickly and kicked the dog from his calf and stomped in one fluid motion, crushing the hounds skull benieth his foot, all the while catching two others in mid air, hurling them back at the soldiers.
While the minotaur fought off the hounds as if they were nothing more than mosquitos, the soldiers drew their bows and began to notch their arrows, at the creak of the bowstring, he turned towards them, then turned, sweeping Anrea up in one motion with one arm, nestling her in the crook of his arm, he held her, just as the arrows were released into the air. Arrows whizzed by them as the he sheilded her from the deadly air missiles, he began to run, the ground shaking as his hooves thundered upon the ground, grunting and snorting as a several arrows embedded themselves into his hard back and shoulders.
Much to Anreas surprise she couldn't hear the soldiers behind them, she could only hear the large thundering of the minotaurs hooves upon the ground, she saw the woods in a blurr as he began to pick up speed and run faster, his large heart thundering in her ear. She turned slightly to peer up at the creature, his eyes had turned from a deep blood red into a cool blue. Strange, she thought to herself, he didn't seem like a normal minotaur at all, perhapse there was something more to this creature than at first glance, would seem, but nevertheless, if he was helping her she was thankful, if not, she didn't know how she would get out of this one.
The minotaur had slowed slightly, occasionally looking back to see if they had been being followed, he suspected that they would be soon enough, Sir Cornals men had been after his hide for several years now. He looked down at the Drow woman in his arm, she was shackled and had seemed to have been tortured, her cuts were fairly new, he observed. Snorting, he walked into a small clearing amidst the forrest, it held a pool of crystal clear water, some fish could be seen near the waterfall that was feeding the pool and stream that seeped from it. Overhanging vegitation draped into the waterfall that flowed smoothly down over the bluff and rocks concealing a small cave entrance behind it, Anrea couldn't tell from this angle that there had been a cave behind it, until he crossed the stream and walked behind the waterfall, setting her gently upon a large rock; Anrea looked up at him and struggled with the shackles that still held her wrists, asking:
" I don't know if you understand common, but...could you take these off somehow?"
Grunting while nodding his head, that he understood, he went to her back and took the shackles in his large hands, after setting his axe to the side, he pulled and the sound of ripping metal was heard throughout the small cave and a final snap freed her hands. She moved slowly, as her arms were very sore, as was her wrists, looking at them know, she noted that they had begun to bleed due to the rubbing of the metal against her skin.
" Thank You, for helping me." Anrea said, as she rubbed her wrists, then realized that she was still naked, a slight blush enveloped her cheeks as she moved to cover herself, and she crossed her legs at the same time. Just then a large elk skin was thrown over her head, draping down to her thighs, sighing with relief, she pulled it from her head and nodding in appreciation. Anrea quickly wrapped herself in the hide, holding it with her hands about her chest.
The minotaur had walked outside to grab a few fish from a net that he had set earlier in the pool of water, as he lifted the net, taking three caught fish from it and setting it back as before, he began to think, wondering why a Drow was above ground during this season and what had happened to her. It had stirred him when he saw her in all her glory, there, helpless upon the forrest floor, his loins reacted as he thought of her body in the sun, its silken blue gleaming with sweat in the afternoon sun. Shaking his head and grunting, he tried to keep his mind from such things, it wasn't like him...well, not like him as he had once been long ago, to think of such things.
Taking the fish by the gills, he walked back behind the waterfall and placed them upon a flat rock, which he used often for such chores, then without talking, he moved to the back of the cave, Anrea could hardly see him, until she heard a few smacks of stone upon stone, and then sparks lighting the tender, he added a few small pieces of wood and then larger ones as the fire began to heighten and get brighter. Anrea was slightly surprised when he came back over to her, kneeled and then took one of her arms to inspect a rather large cut, after the inspection, he reached into on of the leather pouches at his waist and produces a pinch of herbs, after he sprinkled some on the wound, he went to the back of the cave again, rummaged and found a roughly carved wooden bowl, leaned out and gathered some water from the waterfall and poured some water over the wound and herbs slowly, as not to hurt her.
Then he offered some of the water to her to drink, in which she accepted in silence as she watched him tend to her wounds in like manner. Anrea looked about the cave, once it had begun to be lit by the hearth fire, she could see a large bedding in the back near the fire, some rolled hides, a few empty sacks, a woven grass mat and a few bone tools. Anrea licked her parched lips as she finished the remainder of the water and handed the bowl back to him. As he took the bowl, his large hand enveloped hers, she shivered as she felt his touch, then she looked at him, eye level, although he was kneeling down before her.
" I appreciate the help, I'm Anrea of...." she was about to say her clan name, but then it came back to her, that her clan had been massacred and so she was the last, she trailed of and averted his eyes, that seemed to be waiting for her to finish, odd, he seemed so polite, he was certainly not an ordinary minotaur.
He nodded and then stood, walking back to the fish, he took a small flint shard from one of the pouches at his side, and began to clean the fish, gutting it and lopping off its head. Once cleaned, he disposed of the innards and the head, by depositing it in the pool, letting the other fish feed off of the remains, after washing his hands he ripped a small limb from a local tree, sharpening the edge into a spit, he speared the fish and set the meat over the hearth fire to cook.
Coming soon, Throne Chapter 2: Altair