Perversions of the Creacian Mines
Off the coast of Tenasia, the quiet lands of the halflings, is a small city of all woman-Rohan’s Garden. Their great church and peaceful ways rival the magnificent monasteries of even Horkandis himself. (In case you forget, he is the reason you can sip those wondrous wines -during your evening meal, of course- without fear that some malicious pixie will sour it while you are busy looking elsewhere.) Their message is not world spread and has never reached the many planes that worldly travelers may visit on any given day. However, Sir Robin knows their ways well.
It is rumored that Sir Robin himself built the church that houses the many women, and gave them the life they live today. Rescued, they say, from the Creacian Mines during an early adventure that lead him to the road of fame he travels today. However, I am sure you have all heard this one, even the bards sing of Sir Robin and the Mighty Glanalis who slew the dragon of the Creacian Mines and sent the Orcs to the hills of Rathmere. Of course, you will need to detain a barmaid or two to hear this version.
Many special thanks to the sweet Amareet, who kept my mug filled as she and Karisa astounded the patrons of Torlynn’s Inn with this tale.
Shackles cut cruelly into her hands as she awoke. A pounding throbbing headache rivaling the other pains that traveled through her body. Fog held her mind still and the rancid smoke that reeked of a dragon cruelly tried to close her lungs off. Her legs kicked slightly in the air as she tried to find the floor and found none beneath her.
Her eyes opened heavily to try to look at her surroundings. Focusing was a challenge cruelly interrupted by a hot callused hand that coarsely grabbed her hair and pulled her face up to look at.
Dizziness pulled the darkness in upon her eyes again as large gray breasts past her face and a large mole on her jailer’s chin came into view. The gruff voice sounded far away and of some sort of gibberish that held no meaning to her as she let her eyelids fall back into place.
Something cold and metal suddenly touched her thigh, wrapping around it tightly and clicking into place. She tried to struggle against it but found no energy to move, and the other leg received the same band before she even found the energy to open her eyes.
Suddenly, both legs were ripped into the air, spread wide and causing a small weak scream to escape her lips. She thought the muscles in her legs would tear and cold air flooded between her legs, warning her of her nakedness. Her eyes opened and some of the fog lifted for a moment. Desperately she tried to bring her senses to her. It was as if she was an observer. Nothing happening felt real; but somehow she knew it was.
As she watched, the monstrous female troll stuck her hand into a bucket that sat on a table surrounded by other odd shaped objects. Searching for her voice, she only found dryness in her mouth and throat. The troll approached her, a grin showing sharp crooked teeth, her large hand dripping a grayish thick liquid barely darker than her skin color.
Fear shook the chained elf, her bronze skin paling noticeably as she tried to move. The shackles were too tight, the chains too heavy, she could not find the strength to fight it. Her head fell back and a piercing scream broke from the cobwebs in her throat. Something warm and sweet poured into her mouth as she screamed; she coughed loudly as it tried to make its way into her lungs. She tried to see who had done that but as she pulled her head up, she saw the troll standing between her legs. It snarled as it laughed and lowered its hand to allow cold slimy wetness to slide down through the soft hairs between the elf’s legs.
Her mind screamed before the sound could escape the coughs that still spit liquids from her lungs. Suddenly large fingers pressed the wetness into the folds of her soft skin, working into ever inch. The elf’s scream broke free and her head fell back only to be roughly pulled back by her hair. "Look," the troll said with harshness in its heavy accented voice. "Watch!" It demanded.
The rough fingers pushed the lips open and the elf struggled and cried out. Begging her tormentor to stop. The fingers squeezed cruelly in her hair. "WATCH!" The liquid spread over her more and she saw and felt the warmth slowly spreading through her insides. Her screams would not stop, and had the troll not tugged forcefully on her again, her eyes would have closed. The large gray fingers rolled around her clit, the swelling increasing each time.
Her eyes stared in shock at the purples of her inner lips as the troll worked. "No, please no." Her voice a whisper as the weakness that had prevented her fights earlier returned. "I can’t, I can’t, no." Warmth began to climb into her stomach as the fingers pinched her clit and rolled it lightly. The troll turned to look behind her, grumbled something in its native tongue. It’s breasts heaved as it laughed to the response that came from across the room.
The elf heard none if, her body betrayed her, whatever was warming her insides came from the liquid that soaked her. Little spasms found their way into her muscles. The fingers working more swiftly over her as she shuddered unwillingly. The troll held her head up tight, "Look." This time nearly a whisper. Something large approached from behind the troll. It’s nearly black skin shimmering in the little light.
Fear froze the little elf. Her skin crawled with goose-bumps, and terror filled every inch of her form. Yet, still the warmth in the pit of her stomach climbed. Her voice still small whispered for them to stop. It stepped closer and her half-open eyes saw the mining orc that stood there. Its horrifying grin laughing at her. He looked down and her eyes followed his. In his clawed hand, he held a rigid object nearly the size of the small elf’s arm. Screams broke from her lips and echoed off the walls.
The troll let the girl’s hair lose and her head fell back. Gray fingers found the little nipples that stood out and begged for attention regardless of the screams of no. The large rigid form pressed itself to her swollen clit. Pushing gently at first. It cooed quiet noises of encouragement as she screamed.
The Orcs clawed fingers pressed into her hips pulling her to him. His large cock pressed firmly against her hole, pushing itself into her. Slowly, enjoying her pleas for him to stop, he pushed into her small hole. Tightness bringing pain to her as he entered. The fingers pinching and twisting her breasts left and were replaced by a warm mouth that encompassed them fully and sucked hard on her. A wet hand slid down her stomach and over her mound to take her clit between its fingers.
Her screams weakened, her mind trying hard to shut down. The warmth flooded over her at the touches while the pain of the large cock forcing it’s way into her brought tears to her eyes. Suddenly the orc seemed to lose patience. Pulling her roughly he slammed into her, pressing the trolls fingers hard into her clit and forcing his largeness deep into her. She felt as if she were being torn open, the coarse hairs that scratched at her inner lips added to the pain that filled her.
Fingers wrapped into her hair holding her head firmly as the orc began to pound himself in and out of her, the fingers playing with her clit moved faster and more firmly. The mouth freed her breast to suck her nipple nearly free of her skin. The sensations flooded over her in the forms of pleasure and pain and her mind tore itself trying to respond to either.
Suddenly it was as if her mind gave up, her screams breathless, weak moans. Her clit throbbing uncontrollably, her legs shaking, and her eyes rolled back into her head. The troll knew she would be unconscious very soon, but it was all right. The grunting of the orc told her that the he would be finished before then. As the troll’s lips left the girl’s breast the orc gave a massive growl, and hot fluids flooded into the little elf’s convulsing body. The troll watched with a content smile as her cries stopped with a violent shudder.
The orc pressed slowly in and out of the listless elf. His cock still shooting streams of his seed into her. His clawed fingers had dug into the girl’s skin and she bleed. The troll ordered him off her and examined the girl’s pussy. She would be fine, the solution had done its duty, no damage, and no blood She grumbled to a small purple skinned elf that knelt in the corner. Pulling the chains lose, she told the girl to ready the room for their newest member.
Small soft fingers were carefully massaging between her legs, and warm water bubbled around her ears. Her eyes came open with a start and she backed away quickly. Her back found the edge of the water just as everything came into focus.
