Episode 2 - The Fall of Ilium
Cast:
Deimos, Second of the Broken Brotherhood, once-Terran, kodathropod, cunning tongue;
Killer, Second of the Broken Brotherhood, a bio-engineered weapon of mass destruction, Angry;
Chief Aganon, Orc Chief of Monstrum polis, leads the circumvallation of the polis of Ilium;
Cloeia, a mouseling slave, small black bob of hair Betty Davis style, slim frame, small breasts, spunky, property of Deimos;
Nausicaa, Princess of Vaultus, Youngest of seven daughters of Dwarven Lord Xerxes, Disowned by her father, naughty masochist;
Sarpion the Basilikian, Deimos's Friend, dew blade and venom sack, looks like a humanoid velicoraptor;
Sephora, his infernali slave, dressed only in bijoux, exotic sultry voice, and eyelashes as smoky as Hel itself;
Cassandra, Another princess, literally silver-haired, daughter of King Prium, youngest of five, Has been having bad dreams lately, but doesn't want to worry anyone;
Orcs, elvs and other fantastic creatures.
Scene 1
The force bulwark, shimmering like silk curtains, held fast as it had since Ilium's founding. It illuminated the colony in lambent gloam that gave the shield maidens Angelika and Elina an ethereal quality.
The two cloned elv sisters stood guard along the wall. The orc armada beyond the crackling aegis hovered above them, barely distinguishable from the cosmic stars.
"What do you think they are planning out there, sister?" Asked Angelika. She chewed her bottom lip.
Elina countenanced her fellow sentry's ghostly form. Tendrils of cold wriggled their way beneath her cloak. She wished she was back in the barracks with her lovely, submissive shieldmaiden.
Angelika was cute, as all elvborn girls were. She was not as eternally luminescent as the higher caste Starborn elvs with their platinum locks but lithe and nimble like a dryad with a slim runner's body and tawny, sun-kissed skin.
She wore her hair in a short messy bob like the majority of city guards, a faint constellation of freckles scattered across her pale face. Her lips, full and kissable, pouted in worry. The form-fitting silver cuirass and the plated skirt revealed her thin, coltish thighs.
Elina was dressed similarly. The only difference was the long ponytail that ran down her back intricately braided. Her bone structure was the same as her sister, as all Verdant elv clones were, a mixture of the seven beauties of the Dalish Moon. But there were personality differences too. Her face was sterner, her eyebrows arched, and her lips firm and resolute.
In the bedroom, Elina was the more assertive one. Most of the relationships amongst the female guard were like this, with one soldier taking the more dominant role over another.
Elini considered herself a big sister to Angelika, looking out for her. Still, the benefit for her was Angelika's willingness to do everything that she was told.
She enjoyed holding Angelika down, making her bite her lip in pleasure, as her clit was licked, trying to hide the sounds of her moans from the elvs in the other bunks. Elina explored her quim, wet and sweet like a peach, handling her roughly and making her whimper like a trapped kitten.
The siege had been demanding for morale, but she enjoyed getting out her frustrations on her younger, shyer lover. The commissary supply of sex toys, vibrators, and strap-on dildos, was almost always in use.
And when she got too frustrated, she would come up with some offense to spank her sister's ass until it had a healthy glow. Trapped behind the wall as she was, Elina found her fellow guard to be a healthy outlet for her aggression.
She supposed that meant that she had some matriarchal need to protect her beautiful smaller companion. Every elv sister had personality differences. She was the tough one, the fighter, and Angelika was the waif, nimble and sensitive to danger.
"Orcs cannot plan, little sis. They are animals, devoid of reason and leashed to their bestial urges. They are likely drinking, rutting, or sleeping off a drunk. If I was commander, I would have dropped our shield and attacked them now. We would have routed them long ago.
"Are you sure, Elini? They look terrifying. Piggish and fat and evil. Sometimes I hear the screams of their slaves--."
Angelika paused and shuddered.
Elina placed her hand protectively around her neck. She could feel the goose pimples on her skin.
"I forgot you have never seen one up close. Yes, the orcs are ugly to look upon and as slow and broad as the ass of an elephant. They make an easy target for our energy bows. Do not fear them, sis. A reinforcement fleet will come soon, then we will have them trapped between us, and we will charge down amongst them, pilums high, and they will be trapped between our fury and the approaching navy.
"What will happen to their slaves?"
"I imagine they will be thankful for rescuing them from their Orcs masters, and they will become slaves of Ilium, of course. Though they are of little value once their flesh has already been desecrated. Any elv among them will be brought to an asylum for ritual purification and modification to repair the damage Orcs have done to their mind and body. The orcs are cowards with degenerate urges. The mixing of their genetic code with other races is heresy. They break the commandments of the Immortia when they make war with elvkind."
"Degenerate, you mean they hope to rape us and make us slaves too, like the other races?"
Elina laughed. Even in the darkness, she could sense her fellow elv's skin flush.
"You and your devious little mind. Is that what you are worried about, little one, or are you one of those freakish maidens who read those trashy magazines and fantasize about such things. Rutting with one of the monstrum army."
"Elina, stop." Angelika giggled and blushed.
"Angelika, I won't judge. We all have our fantasies. If you fantasize about being ravaged, I can pretend to grunt like an orc. Stop bathing. Chase you around the barracks trying to whack you with the butt end of my spear."
"Do not laugh. I've heard that when orcs take elv women, their minds break."
"Haha. Where have you been listening to these stories? Come now, this silly rumor gets spread around the base to every fresh recruit. The veterans love to fill your naive heads. They tell you that an Orc cock reached a deep spot inside an elv girl where they had been cursed by the Immortia. The mind break. A cluster of pleasure cells turns off the cerebral mind, so the more primitive nymphomanic animal brain takes over. Elv girls lose their minds and bark and whine like bitches. Please, the stories are as sexist as they are ridiculous. We were cloned to be vestal maidens of the groves of Dalish. Why would anyone design us with such an obvious flaw."
"Do you really think so? When I was commissioned to the officer's quarters, some reports claimed that this new Orc chieftain had taken elv slaves and sold them in the Agora's of Monstrum. Dark Star spies claimed that elv women were leashed and walked down the streets like common bitches on their hands and knees."
Elini hated when Angelika mentioned her experiences with the Stellar elv officer, who took a liking to her and kept her as a concubine for a few weeks. Elini was a jealous sort. She knew that Stellar elvs had the privilege of choosing any verdant elv for bed duty. Still, she was disgruntled that one had taken Angelika away from her. Her tone grew cold.
"You have been reading those black market Elvporn mags from the commissary, haven't you? You know those things are patently false, with their weird fascination with xenophilic apostasy. Orcs were big and dumb and not nearly the threat the agora gossips claimed them to be. A wall maiden could easily dodge their blows and dispatch them. And any true elv maiden would kill herself before ever letting an orc--"
"Elini, look."
Elini turned away from looking at Angelika. One of the lights flickering past the force bulwark was getting brighter. The light continued to grow more radiant like a comet hurtling towards the two guards.
Elini opened her mouth to shout a warning. She heard Angelika scream beside her before the ball of energy crashed into the wall.
The bulwark shimmered and held. Elini laughed. "You should have seen the look on your face Angelika. Look, the foolishness of the Orcs to think their primitive weapons could harm our shielding."
She noticed Angelina was still staring up at the sky, mute. Elini looked back at where the light hit the bulwark. The bulwark was starting to glow, the light spreading outward like ripples expanding in a pool of water.
The night brightened until it was the day. Elini could hear the noises of Elv women leaving their homes to point up at the sky, crying out in fear. The force bulwark was glowing like a beacon.
"What is this?" She wondered.
Angelika heard her lover and protector, but she knew what this was. She had had bad dreams. Dreams of Elini, bound and gagged, her body violated by dark shapes, her angry eyes in tears. She suspected that it was a prophecy. Her genetic line had always had the gift.
She could soon see bluish cracks in the field, but soon the light inside of the dome became blinding. Everything around her was like the pure light that the priestess described as one entered Elysium. She heard the crackling of static above her and a sharp metallic wrenching. Then the floor shook beneath her, and she was flung to the ground.
She was blind.
She could hear the sound of ship engines above her, but how could that be? How could Orc armadas be inside the walls? Her brain was in shock. She struggled to get to her feet, stumbled, and fell. Something was on top of her.
Her eyesight was coming back as she heard a ship growl and land beside her. The ground was smoking with rubble. Tiny glowing embers of energy flickered around her. Orc barbarians were marching out of a ship bay. The weight of the ruins on her back held her down, helpless.
She whimpers and tries to hide.
