Anya ran. She had no other choice the humans had attacked her fathers keep and were breaching the walls. She looked over her shoulder and saw them scaling down ropes into the courtyard as she closed the door to a secret passage very few knew of.
She blindly reached for torches she knew sat to her left as she grabbed one she used a small spell to light it. She looked around her, the tunnel was covered in webs and dust, the air was old and musty smelling.
Anya pushed back the disarray of long golden blonde hair behind her perfectly shaped pointed ears. Her soft green eyes scanned the tunnel as she quickly and carefully walked the corridor that led to the forests behind her father's dwelling.
She was not sad to see her father fall. He was a mean, heavy handed son of whore. More than once he had left his bruises on her face and body in the eighteen years of her life. She was sad for some of his slaves. They had no choice that they were there, however the humans would slay them all, or just offer them slavery in another place.
She walked for what seemed like hours and was becoming quite jumpy. She swore she kept hearing noises behind her. She would stop, quiet down and then listen. However silence was all she got.
"Get a hold of yourself Anya." She commanded as she trudged on. She finally saw the door that led to the outside. She had just put her hands against it to push out when she felt someone behind her. Before she could turn around a large hand ripped her magic component bag off her waist.
She then turned to see who was going to kill her. However it was no human or elven man standing behind her it was an orc.
One of the monsters her father bought to fight in the pit for his own entertainment. A slave of the house, one meant to fight and die. He stared down at her from his height of 6ft6. As she stood barely 5ft it was quite daunting to have to look up into his bright red colored eyes.
He took her torch and placed it in the wall holder "I am BloodLust of the Crimson Horde and you are now my captive as I once was your fathers."
Anya started at his deep voice and words spoken in elven. The past three months he had been captive he had not spoken one word. Not orc, not common and not elven. In fact he had looked at them like he had no knowledge of what they said as they spoke to him. His fathomless black eyes looked down into hers. His long black hair braided and beaded fell around his shoulders and stood stark against his dark green skin.
She was helpless without her component bag and he had it in his hand. He set it aside out of her reach on a small alcove she had not seen.
"We do not leave yet. They will have guards in the forest. We will wait little Annie. We will stay here a while. No one else will come I made sure the passage was blocked so we will not be pursued."
She swallowed and tried to bluff her way out. "You are not my captor. I am willing to let you go free, but you must return my items."
He looked at her and cocked one of his eyebrows. Perhaps his lips turned into almost a smirk but one of his bottom fangs popped out and it made him look quite dangerous. She then saw the large ax on his back and the bag he carried. Almost as if he had been ready for this attack. Guessing her thoughts he answered.
"No I did not know of the attack but I have been planning my escape. This was the opportunity I needed." He then turned his back on her and began unpacking and laying out a bedroll.
She turned and attempted to open the door while he was busy. Before she could pull he lifted her off her feet.
"Beautiful Annie. I have waited to claim you. I should give you time to adjust but I cannot. I must have you. I must spread you wide and thrust deep into your cunt. This is what we are doing. I know you will be frightened but you have no choice. You belong to me."
Anya looked at him in fear and disbelief and then tried to kick out so he would free her. She could not help that she blushed at his words. Her stomach tightened and she was sure this was of fear as well. "You will not touch me. You will let me go. Put me down!!" She yelled at him and missed in her kick because he quickly held her away from him.
Lust ignored her demands and laid her out on the bedroll her squirming and moving did not stop him. One hand held her down as the other stripped her of all her clothing.
She tried to buck away from him, kick him, hit him but it was to no avail. He ignored her struggles and ripped her shirt off her exposing her firm but large breasts. As she tried to cover them with her arms he grabbed her skirt and pulled it all the way off with her underthings exposing her fully to him.
Anya screamed her frustration and began to renew her struggles. She pressed her legs tightly together and beat at his chest with her fists. This made Lust laugh.
"Annie you are soft and I am strong the most you do is bruise your hands" He then took one of his hands and gathered both of her wrists in it holding them above her head. "Your body is made for me to fuck it Annie, and so I am going to."
With that his mouth came down over her right breast. He was not gentle, he immediately bit her nipple and sucked with wild abandon. His free hand went to her left tit and massaged and squeezed with force.
"OH GODS!?!" Anya did not know how to react, never had anyone touched her like this. She was a maiden waiting for her father to arrange a marriage. Untouched completely until this very moment.
Lust moved his mouth to her left breast and once again bit and sucked leaving quite the hickeys on her tits. He growled when he saw this bruising appear. "Yes you are mine and these marks prove it Annie." He moved his hand down to between her legs, she immediately squeezed them together tightly.
