The sun glares down, I can feel it burning my pale blue skin, heating the hard packed earth beneath our knees. Three days. No sleep. No food. No water. Our group was set upon by Syrte, a half demon, half orc. An usurper to the orc throne. The true heir Zyre, a half orc, half fae is in chains facing me and my companion. What happened to the men in our band I know not. What matters now is how we are going to survive this. If Syrtes words come to pass, survival is unlikely.
"Analea. Ambassador and envoy. You thought yourself inviolate, sacred even."
He leans close taking my chin in his massive red skinned hand laughing..
"Nothing but a half breed elfin whore."
This is somewhat true, I am a half breed. Like the orc in chains behind him. I am half elf and half fae, a magical being to be feared. But not now. Chains bind our hands and feet, even tho my companion and I are in stocks, bent on our knees, stripped naked and exposed. The chains are charmed, demon or orc magic I know not. Only that I am powerless.
"After I kill this whelp behind me you and your companion will be nothing but whores in chains to be used by my band."
That arrogant sneer spreads across his face as he rises to his full height and drops his loin cloth revealing his huge member, hard as a rock standing erect before me, he takes it in his hand and puts it right in front me.
"You and your companion...."
He glances at my aide, Melee, a half orc, half human.
".... will be a fine entertainment. I claim first, then my men. What do you think? How long would you last fragile elfin?"
I wish I could answer but I cannot. Three days of deprivation I feel half dead already. Melee, however, being half orc has a greater stamina than I and answers, perhaps more boldly than she should; more to me than this gloating orc before us.
"Normally Mistress I might enjoy these circumstances audience and all, but now I cannot wait to get free from these bonds and end these bastards."
I almost laugh, remembering the time I found her in a local inn bent over a table, an orc burying himself behind her another in front ramming himself into her mouth and the absolute bliss she was in. But this was different. This was death. Syrte didn't appreciate her words. He grabs her hair in his fist jerking her head up to look her in the eyes.
"Melee, mighty warrior known throughout the lands, but better known as a whore. I know just how to silence you."
With a half snarl half laugh he thrusts his monstrous cock into her mouth jamming it down her throat. His sack slamming into her chin. He holds it there thrusting his hips into her face over and over. She only grunts and groans a little, taking all of him in her mouth with relative ease... she is well practiced. Pulling himself out before he cums his hard shaft is covered in her spit and drool.
"Rumors are true, a better cock whore than a warrior. Ha! Perhaps I'll keep you alive as my personal fuck toy after this is done."
"Let me live Syrte, and I'll take that cock and your head as my trophies."
"Defiant to the end I see."
