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RAGEFIRE CAPTIVE

by Merle

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Any creative criticism is much-welcomed! Please tell me anything that could use some work! Also, since no-one seems to be able to tell this - Jateej's name is pronounced "ya tee ya". I don't understand what's so confusing about it, it makes perfect sense in Elvish. :)

All characters are copyright me, but feel free to use 'em in whatever (just give credit where it is due, please). Also, please link me if you do, I'd love to see it!

Now, sit back and relax, and enjoy Ragefire Captive...(based on a true story!)

Part 5 - Duelicious

All Jateej could see was green.

She was lifted, a dozen hands sliding over her bare skin, groping and squeezing even as they held her fast. A knife sliced the bonds on her wrists, more eager hands grabbing at her arms and pulling them straight out; then, Jateej was lowered to the ground quickly enough for her head to knock painfully against the dark rock.

Before she could think of resisting, the elf was pulled spread-eagle; her hands still in the mitts, she could only squirm fruitlessly at the rough, warm stone pressing against her back. Her legs were pulled painfully wide apart, and when the warlock knelt between them with a savage grin, she could do nothing but snarl wordlessly through her gag.

The orc's muscular, dull-green form was bare, his robe gone; despite him having taken her mouth earlier, that emerald maleness of his stood proudly, looking far too big for the frightened, worn-out elf to take. Its tip brushed over her sex as the warlock leaned over her, and Jateej cringed, then cried out when he buried his teeth in her nipple once more. With a hard thrust, the orc pressed half his length inside her, at the same moment stretching her breast upward with a powerful toss of his head. Jateej's yelp ripened into a full-throated scream, her cunt stretched wide, but she was helpless to avoid the thick green shaft, or to free her breast from her tormentor's jaws.

Jateej herself was no virgin - she had enjoyed several liaisons with other Blood Knight recruits, even experimented with restraint once or twice. None of her previous experiences, however, could remotely prepare her for this, naked and thrown to a crowd, with the orc's member - thicker than that of any elf she'd known - taking her with absolutely no concern for her own comfort.

The warlock's second thrust forced him to the hilt within Jateej, his tusks drawing blood from the underside of her breast. A growl gathered itself in his throat as he twisted and pulled at her nipple, his cruel soul not satisfied until his captive was forced to howl in pain, her strained cunny striving to tighten around him, squeezing in sympathy as the rest of her body tensed. He withdrew slowly, releasing the trapped breast, and waited until Jateej's first pained sob had emptied her lungs before thrusting forward again, powerful muscles impaling the elf with his thick green shaft.

Jateej's eyes widened as the breath was driven from her by the orc, his balls slapping against her as the warlock began a quick, pounding rhythm. Desperately, she arched her back, whole body writhing as she tried to free herself, but with an orc holding each limb the single elf was far outmatched. The pounding maleness drove the breath from her each time the orc's hips slammed into hers, reducing the once-proud paladin to breathy squeaks and whimpers.

Slowly, Jateej began to adjust to the hard pace; her wide-stretched sex rippled around the orc, her mind trying to shut out the sensations as pleasure somehow began to mix with the discomfort, her sense of humiliation only seeming to intensify that shameful pleasure further. The elf's cries took on a different tone, as she still struggled to free herself but her hips began to rock as well, automatically attempting to match the warlock's thrusts.

That unwanted pleasure was driven from Jateej's mind when the warlock suddenly doubled the speed of his movements; thrusting madly into the elf, hilting himself deeply in her, he pressed himself to the limit in Jateej's cunny again and again. After a confused moment, the elf realized what was about to happen and managed to draw enough breath for a thin cry of dismay - her back arched tightly, every muscle pulling against the full weight of her captors - but could not even come close to escaping.

The warlock finished with one deep thrust, pressing so hard against Jateej that she was sure to bruise from that alone, and let out a full-fledged roar as hot, thick cum erupted into the unfortunate elf. She shuddered as that alien warmth pooled within her, and fixed her eyes on her captor - somehow, some way, she silently vowed, he would pay for degrading her like this.

With a wet sound, the orc pulled out; his shaft was just starting to soften, slicked with Jateej's juices and his own seed. The elf started squirming again when he stood, moving to straddle her upper body, but strong hands held her fast as he slid his cock between her ring-gagged lips. He didn't start thrusting again, but tilted her head back slightly and met her eyes, his semen-streaked shaft lying over her tongue. The elf tried to ignore the mingled taste of their bodies, of the orc's seed and her own unwilling arousal, but her self-control was long since shredded and she could not shudder of some unidentifiable surge of emotion.

Despite the grin on the orc's face, his eyes were dead and flat. He rocked forward, slowly, just enough to momentarily block Jateej's throat and let her realize that he could easily push into her mouth, her throat, cutting off her air and keeping her from breathing at all. With only a few inches' movement, she would strangle on a mouthful of cock.

"Clean it." The orc's words were clipped, brusque. Jateej hesitated for a bare moment, long enough to see his weight start to shift, then her frayed nerve failed her completely. The wide gag in her mouth prevented her from closing her lips around him, but her tongue was free - she saw the orc relax as she ran her tongue along what she could reach of his shaft, and almost went limp with relief, despite the shameful taste filling her senses. Death in battle, in combat, was one thing - but Jateej could not face the prospect of dying by that ignominious method. He would kill her anyway when he grew bored, and she knew that - but even a cut throat was preferable to the death she faced if she displeased him now.

After an agonizingly long time, Jateej managed to clean the warlock's spent member to his satisfaction; her face burned with shame, the taste of his seed lingering no matter how she tried to put it out of his mind. Even as it softened, the orc's cock remained thick enough that she had to strain to clean it, and her jaw and tongue ached. She felt a vague sense of relief, though - at least he would have to wait until his manhood rested before tormenting her further.

As he stood and walked out of Jateej's field of view, something nagged at her, tickling at the back of her mind - but she could not quite grasp it until her eyes focused on another orc, a battle-scarred warrior who had stepped from the crowd, as he doffed his armor and stopped between Jateej's spread legs. Part of her noticed that a long, serpentine tattoo spiraled up one leg and around his cock - a hissing, fanged head at the tip - but it was a distracted footnote as he knelt, ignoring her renewed struggles, and plunged into her - as upwards of thirty orcs, their leader no longer holding them back, watched all around her and and prepared to join in.