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RAGEFIRE CAPTIVE

by Merle

Tags: [straight] [lesbian] [belf] [orc] [rape] [oral] [bondage] [whipping] [rape] [humiliation] [cum] [gangbang] [anal] [lesbian] [drugs] [rape] [torture]

Any creative criticism is much-welcomed! Please tell me anything that could use some work! Also, since no-one seems to be able to tell this - Jateej's name is pronounced "ya tee ya". I don't understand what's so confusing about it, it makes perfect sense in Elvish. :)

All characters are copyright me, but feel free to use 'em in whatever (just give credit where it is due, please). Also, please link me if you do, I'd love to see it!

Now, sit back and relax, and enjoy Ragefire Captive...(based on a true story!)

Part 3 - Breakdown

Jateej blinked in the brighter light of the cavern and blanch, then flushed, as her eyes focused on the thirty or forty orcs ogling her naked body.

The elf was proud of her appearance, under normal circumstances; slim, but well-supplied with lean muscle, and small but perky breasts topped with rose-colored nipples, and her sex bare due to her elven heritage. These circumstances, though, were anything but ordinary. Hands tied behind her and immobilized in cloth mitts, hobbled, gagged, orc cum drying on her face and all clothing stripped from her, she could do nothing but blush and stare at the ground as the warlock pulled her over to a stone column standing in the middle of the area.

He fastened a chain to her arms, anchoring them to a pulley set high on the pillar; her ankles, he un-hobbled and forced her to spread wide, chaining them as well to posts in the rock. The orc took his own sweet time at the task, letting her cheeks and ears burn hotter as each lewd murmur from the waiting cultists joined the eternal soft growling of the lava pools. With the hobble on, she couldn't even try to escape at anything more than a waddling shuffle - and by the time he removed it, she was securely fastened to the heavy column. She knew that full well, but it still didn't take the sting out of her being forced to stand there, letting him secure her even more effectively.

Once the elf's legs were secure, her arms were hauled up further, the chain drawing tight. She was left facing the pillar, helplessly bent at the waist with her shoulders already beginning to ache from the strain, her ass and sex on obscene display to an increasingly eager audience.

Jateej twisted a bit to test her new confines, then shrieked in surprise and pain as a line of burning hellfire drew itself across her rear with a whip-crack! She lunged against her bonds, away from the pain - to the glee of the onlooking orcs - then swung back with a whimper. Another crack of a lash echoed across the chamber, leaving a stripe just below the first; it caught Jateej just as she started to relax from the initial stroke, sending the elf against the limits of the chains once more. An effort of will forced her throat closed, strangling off another cry, but a third stroke across her upper thighs extracted a sharp yelp, the elf rising on tiptoe as the pain resolved into tingling heat.

The warlock coiled his whip leisurely, pausing for a moment while Jateej struggled to slow her breathing. Before she could compose her self-control, though, he walked to her and ran the braided leather of his whip over her sex, pressing between her lips and forcing his captive up on tiptoe again as her chains clanked dully. Her faced burned to match the stripes while the warlock ground the whip into her, then pulled away with a wicked chuckle.

"The slut likes it!" He crowed to the onlookers' general merriment, displaying a telltale dark patch on the whip where the leather had been stained by her sex. Jateej herself slumped against the chains, aching to protest but knowing that her gag would make any attempt useless. She was distracted from her shame when the orc slashed his whip across her rear once more, from the other side this time; then, slowly, skilfully, he whipped her 'til her throat was hoarse and her ass glowed red, stripe overlaid on stripe to form a continuous spread of heat from the backs of her knees up over the curve of her bottom.

Jateej's tormentor was clever in the whipping; the orc varied the speed, the angle, randomly, even pausing every now and then for a few seconds to let Jateej start to collect her scattered wits. He never let her regain her composure, though, each time sending her thrashing and squirming against the chains once more with renewed vigor. Her cries progressed from shrieks of rage and garbled curses, to yelps of pain, to exhausted to whimpers and finally to sharp, animalistic grunts and yips as the fiery ache of the whip spread through her, punctuated by each new streak of burning agony.

She would never be sure, later, how long it took for him to break her; the scope of her awareness shrank to the heat in her ass, the pain in her shoulders, and the shame underlying it all - then the warlock gave the whip an odd little twist, its tip flicked up directly between Jateej's legs, and the elf let loose with a howl she had not known she still had in her.

Her lungs emptied, her vision swimming, Jateej went limp. Something warm ran down her legs - blood, sweat, piss or her own juices, or all of them, she had no idea which. She simply panted for breath, gulping in air, her mind empty. She had nothing left, not even shame - just the pain in her cunt and the approving, lustful roar of her captors.