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Subject: {ASSM} Dark Elf's Ordeal - By KNW.
Date: Fri, 7 Jul 2000 23:12:29 -0400
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The following story takes place in a fantasy world, and contains adult
content. All characters are quite obviously fictional.
Additional Note: The Semthak character's speaking parts are to be read with
a stereotypical British accent. This will explain how the word 'light' is
spelled 'loit' :)
A Tale of the Wars: Dark Elf's Ordeal - By KNW
Rhouzanthoun knelt before her lord, the inky black robes of her
profession covered her from head to toe. Beneath it, as was the custom, she
wore no other article. Deep below the surface of the world, she waited in
the same dimly lit chamber she had always waited in when summoned. With her
head bowed she waited in silence. Grauz-Il-Iuren would take his time, as
always, being the head of the Enclave's guild of assassins allowed him that
luxury.
After a short time, he entered the chamber. A stately and confident
elf, attired singularly in pitch black silk robes, his only other adornment
was a thin strand of gold which hung about his neck. His stark white hair
stood in complete contrast to the inky black of his skin, and was drawn back
into a light knot. He stood before her for a moment, choosing the words he
would use.
"Rhouzanthoun, " he started, pronouncing each syllable with a slow and
even tone, "thou art called before me and I am to assign you a difficult
task. Thine mission this time is not to slay, not to frame. Not the
slightest harm shalt thou bring to him."
She raised her head, and cocked it to one side, a confused look crossed her
finely angled face, and her deep red eyes looked squarely into her
superior's.
"My.. My lord..." she stumbled. Never before in all the winters she had
preformed for the guild had she been told to spare her target.
"Yes, I know this doth confuse thou, " he nodded as he spoke, "but this
task doth come from the highest of commands."
The single name did come to her: 'Thas-ko-Rask'
"The Cold One bids, and I shalt obey," she said in a quiet voice.
Regardless what action she was ordered, she must complete it, and she knew
this task would not be simple.
"Thou art familiar with the orc general, Semthak the Bloody-Handed, art
thou not?"
Rhouzanthoun was stunned. Semthak had been a target of hers many winters
ago when he was but a captain, and it was one of very few tasks she had not
completed.
"Aye, my lord. I do know of this orc. I failed to slay him ten winters
past."
"Yes, thou didst fail then. But it doth seem thine folly hath been for the
best. The Cold One doth require thou to seek this orc out, and parley him
into our service."
She thought back and remembered Semthak, recalling how he earned his title.
He had lead a company of perhaps a hundred orcs into the tunnels one night
to raid the subterranean village she had lived in. While his soldiers had
perished in the battle, Semthak had slain over twenty dark elf soldiers
before finally withdrawing to the surface with a handful of treasures. His
axe had cloven many an dark elven skull and he held it high above him before
he retreated. Elven blood ran down it over his hand and forearm and he
called out: "Let any who pursue me be prepared to have their blood on my
hand as well!" He made it out alive that night, and Rhouzanthoun had been
sent after him. She was waylaid by Wood Elves, and when she finally made
her attempt, Semthak caught her. Long was the night he toyed with her, and
longer still were the ten years she spent waiting for revenge. Now, her
chance at near, she fumed inside that she must stay the killing blow.
"Take this missive and deliver it unto the orc. Thou art to accommodate
him however required. Bring back his answer, in whatever form he doth
choose to send it. Now go as the Cold One doth command."
Rhouzanthoun left, and prepared herself for a foray to the surface of the
world.
The trek to Semthak's stronghold took a single night, and Rhouzanthoun was
careful to pass beyond the guards at the gate without their notice. The
moon was showing a mere sliver of itself against the stars, it's feeble
light was not enough to allow even the most eagle-eyed orc to spy her in the
stygian darkness. She stole over the rough-hewn bricks of the hold's walls
easily, and slunk across the courtyard silently. Grauz-Il-Iuren had
informed her of the layout of the fortification, and where she could expect
to find the orc at this hour. Quickly, she scaled the walls of the central
bailey and gained entrance through a window on its north face. With naught
a sound to betray her intrusion, she entered and allowed her dark-sight to
adjust to the unlit chamber. A voice in the corner startled her when it
reached her ears.
"Come ta git me, eh elf? Well, ye'll not take Semthak unawares in 'is own
'ome."
Her dark-sight let her see the warm bulk of the orc draw itself up from it'
s bed and reach for a cold axe at it's head. He knew she was there, but by
his movements, could not pinpoint exactly where her position was in the
room.
"I come not to slay you this time, orc," she whispered, then sidestepped to
make sure he could not hit her by simply swinging at the sound of her voice.
"Oh, ye don' say. 'old still an' let ol' Semthak take a swipe at ye!"
She noiselessly dodged the wild swipe of the axe and tried again to reason
with him.
"I come with a message from the Cold One, the darkest of dark lords." here
she dodged again, "he would have you read his words.
"Yeh, roit. Oi remembah yew, black elf. I remembah yew sneakin' inta me
tent inna noit. I remembah ye 'oldin' a stilleto to me throwt. I also
remembah how Oi punished ye." He chuckled as he made a few more swipes with
the axe, each time coming closer and closer. Without knowing it, he was
inadvertently backing her into a corner.
"Cease this, orc," she became angry with him, for both not listening to her
pleas, and for dredging up his violation of her a decade before.
"Heh.. come out, elf.. bring that tight black ass o' yers into the loit.
Oi swears I'll kill ya in one shot!"
He was now too close to her. One more arc with the axe and he would strike
her down. Her dark-sight had fully adjusted, and she saw that Semthak was
naked, and she figured out how to make him listen to reason. She dropped to
one knee and waited.
As he drew back to make his last attack, Semthak felt two small hands grab
at his testicles. Two small hands, and ten sharp nailed fingers held him
tightly. Too tightly. He gasped as he realized she had him quite literally
by the balls.
"Drop the axe, orc, or I'll neuter you where you stand." Her voice was
forceful, she detested touching his great, hairy sac, and wished so dearly
to squeeze with all her might those large two lumps that filled each of her
small, slender hands. His member hung warmly against her wrists, and seemed
to lengthen slightly with her touch. She cursed that meat, recalling how he
had drove it into her as she lay bound to a table, helpless.
"Uh.. well.. Oi suppose I could listen to ye.." said the orc, fearing this
elf would render him a eunuch if he tried to kill her right there.
"Fine, you great lout. I have a message from the Cold One, and it has your
cursed name upon it. Would that I were allowed to kill you, orc, you'd be
dead already, but my orders do not allow me such pleasures."
Semthak tossed his axe to the corner of the room. "Can Oi loit a lamp, so
Oi ken read this 'ere 'message'?" He pointed at the oil lamp above her
head, knowing she could see his every move with a vision that surpassed his.
She released him, and he struck iron and flint to light the battered bronze
lamp. A low light it admitted, but it was enough for his eyes to find her.
He smirked at her, kneeling in the corner, and made his penis jump. It's
ten inch length bobbed before her, and she frowned.
"'E remembahs yew too." he said with a toothy grin, placing his hands on
his hips. "Now, whot's this message Oi'm supposed ta read?"
She held the rolled up parchment to him, and he took it in a large palm,
grazing her fingers with his own. She recoiled in disgust and wished she
had a weapon with which to make her revenge.
The orc unfurled the scroll, and read it to himself, his lips moving as
each word moved through his mind. As he finished, he took a moment to
scratch his balls and think to himself. Rhouzanthoun felt insulted
witnessing this, wondering if he did it solely because she was there to
watch.
"So.." he began, scratching his stubble-ridden chin with the same hand,
"this 'Cold One' wonts an alloiance between black elf and orcs? Whoi evah
would 'e wont that?"
Semthak sat down on his bed and re-read the message. Struggling with his
thoughts, he weighted the benefits and the liabilities in his head. One one
hand, he could have an age-old enemy off his back; on the other, he could
wind up drawn into a war he may not want to fight. Semthak was nearing
thirty winters, middle age for an orc, and the bloodlust of his youth had
been tempered with caution. Could the dark elves be trusted? Would this
'Cold One' demand his army be used as battle fodder against a superior
enemy? How could he make sure this wasn't just a trap.
The orc rose, and stretched himself out with a yawn. With the message in
one hand he strode across the room to Rhouzanthoun and eyed her carefully.
"Yew came to deliver this, eh? Not ta kill me, not ta deceive me, but to
make sure Oi got it?"
"Aye, orc. Such are my orders," she replied, still crouched in the corner.
"Prove it, then," he demanded, standing very near her. His member jumped
and caught her in the jaw. Its seemed possessed of enough momentum to nudge
her entire head.
"You're not seriously asking what I think, are you, orc?" she said through
bared teeth.
"Yew bet, elf. This message says yew 'ave to, and Oi quote," he took the
message in his hands and read directly from it: "Accommodate the orc general
Semthak in whatever way necessary to gain his trust and his allegance."
She glared at him.
"And before yew start, git that robe off," he said, with another toothy
grin.
Rhouzanthoun burned inside. This orc who had taken her against her will so
many years ago would now have her again, this time by order of her own lord.
She rose slowly, turned her back to him, and allowed the robe to fall to the
floor.
She was perhaps two thirds his size, and he towered above her. As she let
her hands fall to her sides, he drew himself against her back. As his hands
found her small breasts, she felt his cock against her back. It was hard,
warm, and she hated every inch of it.
"Do as you please, orc," she reluctantly spoke aloud, "but do not expect me
to be much of a participant."
Semthak gave a low laugh, and brought his hands down to her hips. He pawed
at her buttocks, remembering how she had been so tight and warm so long ago.
With a quick, forceful move, he lifted her to the window and set her upon
the ledge, her legs dangling towards the floor.
"Oh, trust me, elf, Oi'll get you to act."
With her upper body outside the window, he knelt to bring his face to her
rear. He held the cheeks of her ass apart and worked the puckered nut of
her ass with a large, rough tongue. It grated over her skin like sandpaper,
and she gave a light squeal when he pushed it inside her.
He rose, spit into his wide palm, and smeared a glob of saliva over the
head of his cock. With one hand he held her hip, with the other, he guided
himself to her.
Rhouzanthoun tried to relax herself, knowing how it hurt when she fought
against him and how he enjoyed her screams and protestations. She felt the
head of his penis press against her asshole, and winced as it pushed itself
inside.
Semthak gave her every inch he had in one long, slow push. Her fingers
gripped the window ledge so tightly her knuckles showed white, and every
muscle in her small, black body seemed to tense. Then he withdrew and
pushed in again. He heard the dark elf grunt as he filled her rectum with
his penis, pushing against it's upper end. After a few slow strokes to ream
her out enough, he sped up his assault on her buttocks with fast, hard
thrusts.
Rhouzanthoun's eyes bugged out as he filled her with every stroke. He held
her hips so tightly she worried he would break her pelvis in his grip. She
felt his large balls slap against her labia, his hips collided with the
cheeks of her ass with every thrust. He sped up faster and faster, and she
felt herself squeal lightly as the pain continued.
Stroke after stroke, thrust after thrust, he fucked her ass for half an
hour while she dangled half-out the window. The sun slowly rose and she
screwed hey eyes shut as the first rays fell hot and searing upon her flesh.
The sun seemed to burn her from in front, and the orc made her ass feel as
though a thick hot poker was being rapidly moved about inside her.
The orc laughed and called her 'whore' and 'bitch' in his coarse language.
He slapped her ass with a thick, broad hand and she shrieked and began to
struggle against him. Semthak knew the black elves hated the sun, and that
it made their flesh feel aflame, and so he kept her in the light as he
ruthlessly pumped his long, thick, green cock in and out of her tight elven
asshole.
Finally, when Rhouzanthoun felt she would burst into flames from the sun's
rays, she felt the orc's member spasm and unleash a torrent of his seed into
her ass. He held her tight against her, filling her so much she thought his
gushing sperm had squirted it's way though the sphincter at the upper end of
her rectum. He spent a long few moments climaxing, and she felt ill as the
thick, white fluid seeped out between them and down her legs.
The orc released her, and sat back on his bed breathing deeply.
Rhouzanthoun set herself back down on the floor, her hands cradling her
tender buttocks. Semthak felt himself rise again watching his seed ooze out
of her abused anus, and considered his next move.
"Now.. " she said, short of breath herself, "now do you have an answer."
"Not yet," he replied, grinning an evil grin. "Bring yerself ovah here..
and crawl as ye do it."
Muttering to herself as she knelt on the rough timbers of the floor, she
got on all fours and made her way slowly to her. Dollops of cum fell out of
her onto the floor as she crossed. When she got there, he took her small
head in his hands.
"Open yer mouth, elf. Yew said yew wouldn't act, well, now Oi'll make ye
act. Open up!"
She swore under her breath, and as her teeth parted, he shoved himself
inside. She tasted his seed, salty and thick, and she tasted her ass as
well, the dull, sickening taste of her own feces.
He pushed himself deep, and she gagged lightly as he reached her tonsils.
"Now, now, elf. I know ye can do better than that. Show me whut that
guild o' black elven killers has taught ye."
She had been schooled in the ways of pleasure, but she loathed to use her
skills on him. But the command had been given, and so she must act.
Swallowing her pride (and the last of his spent orgasm), she guided him past
her tonsils and into her throat.
She bobbed her head slowly, taking his length as she could. But Semthak
wanted no slow pleasure. True to orc nature, he was impatient and demanded
things move at his speed.
He took her head in his thick hands and began to fuck her throat. She
gagged a couple times as he pushed his penis down her throat and put her
hands on his groin, trying to steady herself.
Rhouzanthoun found it hard to get a good breath with him forcing himself
into her so, and her head felt dizzy as he jerked it back and forth over
himself. She felt on the verge of fainting when a thick, salty glob of
sperm acquainted itself with the back of her throat. She backed off a bit,
and he gave her some room as he shot load after load of hot semen into her
mouth. It began to run out of the corners of her mouth when he took her
chin in hand and told her to swallow. The taste was horrible and she
refused. Her mouth was full of his seed when he slapped his palm on her
back, hard. A great blob of cum was sent searing down into her gullet as
she involuntarily swallowed it. He held her nose between two knobby fingers
and forced her to drink his seed.
She got his cock out of her mouth and looked to his face. Semthak seemed
strained, the thick veins of his neck stood out and he opened his eyes and
looked into hers.
And shot a final load onto the bridge of her nose.
The cum was hot against her face, and it splattered across her cheeks. She
went to wipe it off when he waved his finger at her.
"Now, now. You leave that roit where I put it.."
She was about to demand why she should let his sperm remain on her face,
when he stood himself up and glared down at her.
"There. That is me message to yer 'Cold One'. Tell yer superiors that
general Semthak follows no black elf, not now, not evah!"
He turned and yelled at the door. Two burly guards came in and saw the
dark elf kneeling on the floor, a large deposit of white sperm upon her
black skin, oozing down her face and dripping onto her chest.
"These are Harg and Grosh, me most trusted guards. They're gonna take you
back ta yer little warren with me message."
He turned and ordered the two to escort Rhouzanthoun back underground, and
not to disturb the cum on her face. Even if it meant shielding her from the
rain.
As the day wore on, Rhouzanthoun walked under the hot, searing rays of the
sun. The two guards walked just behind her, admiring how the cheeks of her
buttocks slid against each other with a film of orc seed keeping them
lubricated. Harg nudged Grosh in the ribs and said to him, "Hey, Semthak
said we couldn't touch her face, roit? Well, he never said nothin' about
her arse!"
Here, Rhouzanthoun stopped. She knew what was about to happen and did not
resist as Harg bent her over and pushed himself into her. She faced this
trial with the stern resolve that someday, somehow, Semthak would pay. As
Harg loosed his seed into her bowels and Grosh took his place, she began to
plan just how cruel his end would be.
"Would that I could have flayed the skin from his bones and carved my name
into them while he still lived. That I could have boiled him alive and
reduced him to vapours. Even if I had visited upon him all the tortures
of all the races underworlds, he could still not have suffered enough!"
Rhouzanthoun, Head of the Dark Elf Assassin's Guild.
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