A Drow in Exile - Episode 5

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Sy'lathris chafed under the hold of her geas; she would have returned to exact revenge on the village of the farm boy who'd defiled her and thence to her underground dominion, but the spell forced her onward. Her back had been slow to heal from the mark left by Roithujgah's hoof, but at last it had faded from a constant pain to a faint ache. At least she had her strength and agility back; wandering brigands and forest creatures soon found that she was an unwise target to attack, and those who did generally did not survive long enough to learn from their mistake.

It had been about a fortnight since the spell had been placed upon her, and she wandered under its command, slowly wending south. Settlements were scarce this far into the forested lands, but she stole a voluminous cloak to cover her scant leathers as soon as she was able, as well as food any chance she got to augment the dried travel food the witch had given her. Using a hood and a cloth across her nose and mouth to help disguise herself, she asked from time to time where to find her destination, Melcadia, where, she soon gathered, lay the ruins of some legendary temple. Perhaps it was in that temple that she would find the skull the witch had desired.

Sy'lathris trudged wearily onward, following the hints she'd gathered to point her on her way, slumped a bit as she brooded over dark inner thoughts. The dusty path crunched beneath her feet as she moved, the pulse of that foreign influence in her mind the only indication she had that she was making any progress at all. Suddenly, those thoughts were interrupted as the sound of rowdy chants and quarreling reached her sensitive pointed ears. She tensed with a hiss. A travelling band of orcs was approaching down the path, seeming in high spirits—never a good sign when it came to orcs. Darting to the nearest tree, the drow attempted to hide herself in its branches as the bestial troops' march brought them nearer and nearer. Clutching her weapon, she glared down at the path as the creatures came into sight, her teeth gritted with hatred.

The band was halfway past when Sy'lathris felt her grip slipping, and with a scramble she tried to hold both the blade and the branch, but tumbling down, found herself hanging one-handed from the tree, dangling just within reach of the orcs like a black, shiny forbidden fruit.

"Hoy, what's this now?" barked a particularly crusty and porcine orc.

The band of orcs halted and looked up at Sy'lathris, who hissed, making her most threatening grimace and waggling her dagger, looking to aim its point at any orc hand that might come too close. The beasts were too many for her, though, a good two dozen or so, and soon she was seized by the ankles and hauled crashing to the ground, strong orc hands pinning her arms and legs to the ground and disarming her. Even with her body restored, she was no match for the strength of so many orcs, though she struggled and spat with all the vehemence she could. Still, she was dragged from the road and soon thrown onto her back in a small clearing a little ways off the beaten path.

There, they stripped her, leering and chuckling at the sight that was revealed. Once her cloak was off, her scant leather armor was all too easy for the beasts to remove, and they pawed her, leaving her in naught but her silky ebon skin and defiling her with their dirty hands and tongues, delighting in her smooth body. Rough orcish lips chafed at her tits and her ass, and orcish teeth bit teasingly, just enough to make the writhing drow yelp with pain. She could see that they were beginning to disrobe now, rumbling hungrily as their bestial orange eyes gazed at her lithe, naked black body with unconcealed lust.

One by one, vicious orc cocks popped free from armor, leathers and britches, the stiff shafts surrounding her as the cruel beasts crowded in. Their horny hands threw her back down when she attempted to struggle to her feet, their thick, ragged-nailed fingers digging into her silky flesh as their grip clamped down on her. Rough leather thongs were tied around her wrists and ankles to hold her, digging into her skin as she continued to struggle. Thick orc fingers grabbed her nipples and pinched them, using them as handles to tug roughly on her breasts. She screamed, and immediately wished that she hadn't, as a ring gag was brought forth to force her jaw open, jammed roughly between her naturally glossy black lips so that her mouth was open painfully wide to accomodate the girth of an orcish cock. Any thought of biting was easily defeated by the sturdy device, ugly but durable orc-work. An orc approached, and one massive hand was laid roughly on the back of her head, dirty fingers tangling in the white spider-silk of Sy'lathris' hair, bracing her as the first shaft slammed into her helpless mouth with typical orcish impatience, immediately beginning to pump.

Sy'lathris gagged at the foul taste as she was forced to chug thick orc cock, the shaft making her smooth throat bulge as it was filled. The vigorous rubbing soon made her violated throat sore, and the orc's sweat-stinking balls smacked her chin with every inward thrust. Soon, he moved his hands to seize her head with both hands, just behind the ears, and began to force her back and forth roughly along his shaft, rocking her neck as her mouth was slammed down the length of his foul orcish cock again and again. She could feel his thick cock-head force into her throat each time, chafing her tonsils with its hot, lusting girth. So strong were his movements that she barely noticed the other orcs gathered around her, eagerly jerking their foul cocks as they grunted and leered down at the tormented drow.

Soon, though not half soon enough for the tormented drow, the orc in her mouth tensed and roared out. His cock jammed deep into her throat, the drow could feel it pulsating as thick streams of his seed jetted down her gullet and into her belly. The bestial creature held his hips close against her face for a moment, then jerked back with a satisfied grunt, stepping away from the humiliated drow as she sputtered, drooling through the opening of the gag.

Immediately, two more orcs came forward, jerking their gnarled cocks furiously before howling as they poured thick gushes of seed onto the drow's smooth ebon face, a wad of goo hitting her right in the eye while sluggish rivulets of slime covered her features. While she was still trying to blink the goo out of her slimed eye, another orc cock slammed into her mouth to take the place of the first, pumping in and out vigorously as the warrior snarled and pulled her hair roughly. Another of the orcs grabbed her firmly in his rough hands, digging his dirty nails into her smooth skin and snorting with amusement through his piggish nose while her mouth was raped. Popping his cock free, the orc who was enjoying her mouth took aim right at her face, and her eyes crossed as she saw him jack himself, then she closed them, remembering what had happened before. She struggled against the strong arms that held her, groaning against the gag as the humiliating white seed gushed forth onto her glossy black skin, trickling down her chin and the curves of her breasts in slimy rivulets.

The torment continued until the orcs had their fill, and many loads of stinking orc semen poured over her elegant features in great splatters, the white contrasting starkly on her black skin for a while, until her face was so plastered with goo that little black showed through. Her ears drooped with utter humiliation as the orcs' spermy glop slid down her face and neck to defile her pert breasts, a thick gob of stinking seed perched upon one jet black nipple. Then she was hoisted by burly orc-arms and hauled off at a brisk march until the troop reached a quickly running stream. Unceremoniously, the orcs plunged the drow into the stream, cold water making her every muscle tense at the sudden shock of it. Bubbles flowed from her mouth as she let out an involuntary scream and wondered if she was going to be drowned, but a second later she was heaved back out of the river, the running water having washed away much of the filthy seed from her skin, though she still felt sticky all over from the remnants, wishing for a proper soaping. Hefting her from the stream and laying her on the grass nearby, the orcs untied her ankles, prompting a new round of kicking and cursing, her dainty feet striking against leather and orc-hide with little more effect than to annoy the bestial troopers.

As they held her down, Sy'lathris saw what awaited her. Standing between two rows of his troops, an orc more massive and hideous than the others stood, glaring at her with a fire of lust and hate in his eyes, the two feelings seeming to fuel each other as a sadistic grin spread across the beast's face. Coming forth, the leader of the orcs dropped his britches and stroked his foul cock, the dark, warty flesh soon swelling to a vicious shaft. Grabbing Sy'lathris by the hair, he rammed his eager cock through the ring gag and into her soft, warm mouth, roughing up her already raw throat with another vigorous pumping. His yellowed teeth grated on each other as he growled with pleasure, holding the back of the drow's head tightly to pound his gnarled cock into her mouth, the thick veins pulsing on its surface as it scraped against her unwilling tongue. Sy'lathris felt breath denied to her by the plugging of his thick cock, little gasps taken in through her nose when she could, though she began to grow dizzy under his onslaught.

Soon, though, he relented, only to throw her roughly back to the ground and straddle her, his cruel cock throbbing with bestial lust above her before he leapt down upon her. Grabbing her ankles to force her legs wide apart, the orc penetrated her with an eager grunt, his fat cock digging in between her ebon nether lips, stretching her wide as he pushed himself into her to the hilt. Growling, he began to hammer into the drow's silky cunt, eyes rolling back with pleasure as she struggled helplessly beneath him. His thick shaft hurt her as it forced deep inside, greasy and knobby against her soft inner walls. Faster and faster the orc began to pound, licking the drow's humiliated face as he violated her exquisite black body. She tried not to look at him; his face was ugly to begin with and it didn't help matters that it looked as if it had at some point been smashed with a mace. Yet, it was hard to keep her eyes closed as he pumped eagerly into her, biting and licking, his dirty nails digging into her skin as he gripped her shoulders. Every pump pushed deep into her silken sheath, the orc leader's grunts and growls loud in her ear as his lustful shaft defiled her.

Halting again, the orc drew out and then rolled the violated drow onto her belly. Screwing her eyes shut tight, Sy'lathris prepared herself, guessing by now what was to come. She'd almost come to expect this, no longer shocked at the tight ring of muscle being violated, only suffering the pain of the rough entry. Rough it was, this time, the orc drooling a wad of slimy saliva from his tongue onto the drow's puckered anus as he spread her buttocks wide, then he brought his cock to bear, the lubrication far from sufficient to make it comfortable for her even were his penetration not so rough. With a whine of pain, she felt the orc's massive cock force its way into her rectum, throbbing with pleasure and desire as it filled that most intimate sheath and began to pump. The warrior's bestial shaft quivered with delight as it raped the silken tunnel of Sy'lathris' bowel, tears of pain and humiliation flowing down her cheeks as she was helplessly sodomized by the huge orc. Every spearing jab of his thick shaft drove his warty glans deep into her ass, stretching her with his cruel girth as he groaned and drooled with pleasure. His harsh hands gripped her shoulders tightly as he rode her, her lithe black body writhing in torment beneath his triumphant frame, his body bucking jerkily with every brutal thrust as he raped the drow's beautiful anus.

It seemed to take all too long for the tormented drow, but finally she felt his movements growing more and more urgent, until finally the moment was upon him. With a howl of ecstasy, the orc arched his back, his cock pulsating with pure pleasure in the embrace of Sy'lathris' tight and silky bowel as torrents of hot orc seed surged into the depths of her intestine, filling those soft, secret ways with the thick, virile glop of his orgasm. He remained inside her for a few moments more, then yanked free, shoving his cock through the ring gag and into her mouth with a triumphant grunt, her features wrinkling at the taste upon her tongue as she choked on his thick shaft. When he was done, he seized the drow by the hair and hoisted her to her shaky feet, displaying her before his band of warriors.

"Keep 'er or dump 'er?" the band leader boomed.

"Keep 'er! Keep 'er!" the orcs cheered in response, waving their fists in the air gleefully.

Sy'lathris' heart sank as the slave chains were brought forth and she renewed her struggles against the steely orcish thews that held her. Her hissing and thrashing was to no avail, though, and soon she was being dragged away, gagged and chained, behind the band of orcs. Was this to be her fate, then? To fail her geas and wither away while being raped raw by lewd orcs? Biting hard on the gag, Sy'lathris twitched her ears with annoyance. Another obstacle. But she would bide her time, as before...

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