LAURANA'S CAPTIVITY II

by PJ

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Laurana lay spread-eagled on the ground, surrounded by officers of the Blue DragonArmy. One broad-shouldered human male knelt near the young elf woman's head, holding her face against his crotch so she could suck on his throbbing cock. A second human, this one with short blonde hair, held Laurana's thin legs apart while he thrust himself into her bruised pussy. Yet a third male leaned over Laurana, sucking and licking her tits with wild abandon, his drool glistening across her creamy white flesh.

Laurana was numb from the abuse. She had been violated for hours, by a seemingly endless procession of male officers. The elf woman's tears had finally run out, she rested limply on the floor of the barracks, detached from the vile acts performed on her naked body.

The officer probing Laurana's mouth grunted deeply, his pulsing meat vomiting a thick stream of cum between the elf's lips. Laurana let the sticky fluid dribble down her smooth, pale cheeks, the reek of semen filling her small nose. The officer sucking on Laurana's breasts continued licking her stiff nipples without pausing while the soldier humping her cunt gasped, one last thrust propelling a blast of jism into Laurana's shuddering womb.

The two sated officers stood up and backed away from Laurana's still form, the remaining male licking her left side, lost in the taste of her warm skin. The gathered soldiers were so intent on watching Laurana that they didn't notice the Kapak draconian entering the barracks until he coughed sharply.

"What is it?" asked the broad-shouldered Blue officer gruffly.

"Sent to retrieve elf slut, I am," hissed the draconian.

"Damn! I wanted another poke at her!" laughed one of the milling officers.

"Take the elf whore!" replied the burly soldier, waving the draconian forward.

The draconian walked up to Laurana, placing his clawed hands beneath her armpits, jerking her to her feet, then letting her slump against him as he made his exit. Laurana didn't struggle, her body ached with more pains than she thought possible. She didn't even make a sound when the draconian's claws bit into her right hip, she just closed her eyes and tried to remain on her bare feet.

The draconian pushed open the metal door of Laurana's cell. He took care when he let her slump onto the straw-covered floor. Reaching into a shoulder satchel, the draconian left Laurana a flask and a cloth-wrapped bundle. Looking over the naked elf woman one last time, the draconian left the cell, closing and locking the thick portal behind him.

Sleep beckoned Laurana irresistibly, but she fought it back, dragging herself to the flask and bundle. She popped open the lid of the flask, moaning with ecstasy as the cool, clean water washed over her cum-stained mouth and down her sore throat. Laurana drank nearly all of the flask's contents, restraining herself from consuming it all until she had taken some food. She fumbled with the cloth wrapping, her trembling fingers clumsy as she tore the bundle open. She gratefully seized the bread roll inside the wrapping, taking large bites from it. Laurana washed the bread down with a sip of water, turning her attention to the fresh, juicy apple remaining within the cloth. Apple juice dripped down Laurana's chin, but she ate on unheedingly, swallowing the sweet, tart fruit.

Impossibly, strength returned to Laurana's abused body. She knew this was what the Inquisitor wanted, he wanted her to heal so he could inflict yet more tortures upon her. The elf didn't think about the future, she slid into her sleeping corner, covering her bruised flesh with a thin, tattered blanket, finally allowing sleep to drape over her.

The draconian returned, his gleaming, copper scales covered with a leather harness that had several sheathes for the creature's knifes and short swords. The draconian hunched down, his short copper wings pressed against his back as he grasped Laurana's right shoulder and shook her awake. The elf woman groaned, her limbs stiff and cold. The draconian stepped back, one hand resting on the leather-wrapped hilt of a short sword. Laurana let the blanket fall from her nude body. She stood up slowly, pressing her right hand against the cold rock wall for support. The draconian waited patiently, watching with narrow, reptilian eyes as Laurana shambled across her small cell to the open doorway. Prisoner and guard walked down a curving hallway lit by guttering, smoking torches. At an intersection, the draconian pointed to a hallway mouth on the right, and Laurana knew she was being escorted to the Torture Room.

Laurana slowed her steps until the draconian prodded her forward with the tip of one of his knives. The elf walked faster, entering a large, brazier-lit chamber.

The Grand Inquisitor glanced at Laurana before returning to his work, slapping a naked elf girl's back with a stiff, short crop. The elf girl shrieked with each strike, her back a mass of long, purple bruises.

"Bind her to the Pillar, Clawar," ordered the Grand Inquisitor, his bare chest glittering with perspiration.

The draconian grabbed Laurana's right arm, tugging her towards the cracked marble pillar in the center of the torture chamber. Four sets of chains and manacles dangled from the pillar, the shaft's surface scarred with streaks of dried blood. Clawar pushed Laurana's back against the cool, smooth stone, raising up her slim arms, snapping the iron manacles over her thin feminine wrists. Clawar's long green tongue flicked out, a single drop of his poisonous saliva falling onto Laurana's left shoulder, steaming as it ate into her skin. Laurana flinched, which made the draconian extremely pleased, it smiled at her, revealing his jagged fangs.

"You may begin the preliminary flogging," said the Inquisitor.

Clawar walked to a nearby table, picking up a long, supple, leather whip. Laurana tried not to show any fear, but her lips quivered uncontrollably as she watched Clawar raise the hated whip. The weapon snapped loudly, assaulting Laurana's sensitive ears before the leather bit into her flesh, leaving an angry bruise over her left thigh. Clawar hissed with laughter, his slitted eyes gleamed as he raised the whip again and brought it down. Laurana jerked to her right, her left hip throbbing. The flogging went on and on, Laurana screaming when the pain became too much. Bright red bruises adorned nearly every inch of the elf woman's skin, her body shuddered from the deep, endless agony. Finally, Laurana could take no more, she hung limply in her wrist manacles, her chin resting against her collarbone, her lank blonde hair covering her face.

"Enough," said the Grand Inquisitor, leaving his kneeling victim to look over Laurana. "Help me with this other one."

Clawar reluctantly set aside his whip, following his master to the shivering brunette elf, taking one of her arms and dragging her to a waiting long table.

The Baaz draconian watched the thin, black-robed human approach.

"I have been instructed by the Grand Inquisitor to bring the elf woman to him," said the hooded wizard.

"I do not have those orders," retorted the draconian, his right claw wrapping around his swordhilt. "Only Clawar is permitted to move prisoners."

"You dare to challenge me, lizard?" snarled the mage.

The draconian hissed, drawing his blade.

The wizard moved swiftly, his hands flashing in swift patterns, magic gathering on his fingertips before blasting towards the draconian. The soldier screeched when five glowing white darts slammed into his chest, hurling him off his feet. The draconian's wings fluttered weakly just before his entire body turned to stone. The wizard sketched an intricate rune upon the cell lock, whispering a single word of power. The large door snapped open, allowing the mage to walk inside.

Laurana sat in the far right corner, her blanket wrapped around her aching body.

"Get up," said the wizard crisply.

"Who are you?"

"Do as I say," replied the mage, tilting the tip of his black oak staff towards Laurana, the wood smoldering with purple flame.

Laurana clawed her way to her feet, then shuffled towards the waiting mage. The wizard tugged Laurana against him, holding tightly to her thin waist. The elf woman smelled the scent of herbs and aged flesh. The wizard tapped the bottom of his staff on the straw covered floor, the weapon radiating bright violet light that expanded to envelop elf and mage in a perfect globe. A loud, sucking sound filled the cell, then no one remained.

"Someone will suffer for this!" snapped Kitiara, her booted feet pounding the floor as she followed a jail keeper to Laurana's cell.

"A Black Robe must have taken her, one of our wizards detected the remnants of a Teleport spell," reported one of Kitiara's officers.

Kitiara glanced back at Lord Soth, who followed silently behind her, his visored face giving away nothing. The Dragon Highlord reached Laurana's cell, the door wide open, the dusty remains of her guard nearby.

"Who's missing?" asked Kitiara.

"Crosis."

"I knew he was too unstable to be useful!" whispered Kitiara, slamming her right fist into her left palm. "Soth!"

"My Lady," rumbled the death knight.

"Can you find Laurana?"

"I can find the elf woman," nodded Soth.

"Then track her and bring her back, quickly! The Grand Council will begin soon."

Lord Soth bowed briefly, then turned to stride silently down the torch-lit passage.

"You!" pointed Kitiara.

"Yes, mistress!" said the stiff backed jail keeper.

Kitiara drew her sword in one smooth motion, ramming the blade halfway into the jailer's gut. The young man spasmed on her sword until she kicked him off with her right boot. The boy clutched his gushing belly, blood spurting through his fingers to pool on the floor. Kitiara watched, a faint smile on her lips.

"Let's go," said Kitiara, leading the way down the hall, her officer glancing back uneasily at the dead boy left near the open cell door.

Laurana held the thick cloak around her shoulders, grateful for the campfire that warmed her chill skin. Behind Laurana lapped the black waters of the New Sea, washing over the shore of the southern New Coast. The wizard sat across from Laurana, his face concealed by his hooded robe, the silence occasionally broken by a harsh, dry cough.

"What do you want with me?" asked Laurana, her almond-shaped eyes attempting to pierce the shadows that concealed her companion's features.

"You will know in due time, elf."

Laurana sighed, digging her toes into the soft earth, happy to simply be free of her imprisonment.

"I am tired, I must rest," announced the wizard, his right hand dipping into a belt pouch. He crushed a red rose blossom in his hand, muttering softly as he let the petals fall through his fingers.

"Wait!" exclaimed Laurana, reaching out towards the mage, stopping when her eyes began to close against her will. She tottered, then fell onto her side, bound in magical slumber. The wizard watched the fluttering petals burn in the campfire. He wrapped himself tightly within his black cloak, letting sleep take him away from his pain-wracked body.

Lord Soth and his dark riders thundered down a narrow ravine within the Khalkist Mountains. Sanction lay to the west, its barrier of triple volcanoes smoking in the dusky morning light. The death knight and his skeleton warrior comrades rode relentlessly, not tiring, not slowing for one moment as they tracked their prey. A cloud of grey dust and ash billowed up behind the racing riders, veiling their passage through the sharp sloped ravine.

Crosis stood above Laurana's sleeping form. He gazed at her beautiful, heart-shaped face, the cascade of golden hair that flowed down to her waist, and her delicate, pointed ears. The black oak staff in Crosis' right hand vibrated, humming in agitation. The wizard knew what the staff wanted, and as always, he would give the staff what it required as payment for access to its power.

Crosis jerked away the cloak from Laurana's body, her pale, white skin gleaming in the warm morning light. He knelt near Laurana's feet, pressing the tip of his staff against the elf woman's ass. The staff glowed softly with purple light, its tip cracking as wooden tendrils broke free, caressing Laurana's buttocks, prying them open. The main shaft of the staff slid into Laurana's pussy, slowly delving into her warm vagina. Laurana moaned softly in her sleep, protesting as the staff writhed deeper into her, its tendrils fondling her clit, pinching it. Laurana grasped the shivering staff with her right hand, vainly tugging at the weapon while it burrowed itself between her sleek thighs. Laurana gasped softly, biting her lower lip, her cunt becoming wet with her musky nectar. Crosis licked his dry lips, watching avidly as his staff pulsed inside the lovely elf woman's womb, covered in her juices, wrapped in her soft, moist flesh. The staff flashed briefly, and Laurana moaned, her belly warm from the weapon's magic, her honey dripping onto the staff's surface, absorbed by the smooth, black wood.

Crosis gently pulled out his staff, the small tendrils retracting back into the main shaft. The staff hummed contentedly, recharged with magic. The wizard covered Laurana with her cloak, then returned to his place near the dying fire, calling the blaze back to life so he could prepare breakfast.

Laurana awoke slowly. She stretched out her arms, feeling more rested than she had been since her capture by Kitiara's forces. She clutched her cloak, aware of her nakedness, and the human male who regarded her across the crackling fire. She sniffed what was cooking over the blaze, several hot cakes on an iron skillet that rested on a wire grill over the fire. Laurana scratched her dirty hair, then pressed her hand over her crotch, her pussy still warm and wet from her encounter with the staff.

"What did you do to me while I slept?" demanded Laurana, her face dark with fury.

"Whatever I wished," shrugged Crosis. "Do not forget, you are my prisoner. You live on my sufferance."

"Why? Why did you take me?" shouted Laurana, her patience gone. She jumped to her feet, pacing in agitation.

"Your breakfast is done," replied the wizard calmly.

"Tell me!" screamed Laurana.

Crosis regarded Laurana without speaking, his wrinkled, craggy features betraying no emotion.

Laurana dropped onto the ground, snatching the spatula that Crosis offered her so she could take one of the hot cakes from the grill. She blew on the steaming cake before taking a tentative bite. Crosis watched Laurana eat, his black staff cradled within his thin arms.

Soth and his riders galloped along the New Coast, the sea crashing to their right. The elf bitch was close, Soth could feel her, hear the beat of her pumping heart. He lashed the ebony nightmare he was riding, urging greater speed. Soon he would have her.

Laurana and Crosis walked through the tall hills, moving northwest. Laurana did her best to keep her cloak shut, her feet protesting as she stumbled over loose rock and hard ground. Crosis walked sedately behind Laurana, his staff tapping the earth with each step.

"Can...can we rest?" panted Laurana, still weak from her imprisonment and torture.

The wizard halted, his face impassive.

Laurana lowered herself onto a small boulder, pressing her palms over her knees, her breasts heaving. The cloak slipped off of the elf woman's shoulders, falling around her curvaceous hips. Laurana glanced up sharply at Crosis, her face burning red with embarrassment. Crosis raked his eyes over the naked elf woman's form, his slit-shaped mouth curving slightly into a smile. Laurana snatched the cloak, quickly covering herself with it. Crosis' smile faded, he spun around, his staff tightly clenched.

"He's coming," murmured the mage.

"Who?" inquired Laurana.

The thunder of hoofs became louder, a cloud of dust announcing the approach of riders. Laurana stood up, her eyes wide with hope. When the elf could see who was coming, her hope died, her shoulders slumping with despair.

"Stay behind me," commanded Crosis before he strode forward, staff brandished horizontally before him.

Lord Soth reined in his black steed, his bearing proud and commanding.

"Return the elf, by order of Dragon Highlord Kitiara," declared Soth.

"No," replied Crosis simply.

"Then die," retorted Soth, drawing a black steel blade.

The skeleton warriors behind Soth imitated their lord, unsheathing their own swords.

Crosis closed his eyes, chanting, calling upon the magic held within his staff.

A wind blew into the small valley where the wizard and undead faced each other. The wind grew stronger, spinning, gathering until a small vortex formed in front of Lord Soth and his warriors. Crosis' staff burst with purple light, and the vortex advanced on the undead. Soth backed his nightmare away from the roaring wind, but two skeleton warriors didn't move fast enough. The warriors were sucked into the vortex, hurled into the air, spinning faster and faster until they couldn't be seen anymore. The sound of shattering bone filled the valley, followed by the flight of bone fragments out of the swirling vortex. Crosis' staff lost its glow, and the vortex unraveled, its trapped breezes scattering into the sky.

Lord Soth dismounted from his horse, he marched towards Crosis, his burning ruby eyes promising death.

Staff met sword, causing a crack of thunder that shook the walls of the valley. Laurana stumbled away from the duel, then fell back when the foes clashed again, the impact of their weapons shaking the earth around them.

"What is this weapon you bear?" snarled Soth, his sword hissing through the air, only to be blocked by the shimmering black staff.

"One of the staves of Fistandantilus," smiled Crosis before he smashed the head of his weapon into Soth's scorched breastplate. The staff crackled with violet lightning, hurling Soth away, an ugly rent burnt into his armor. Soth rose, his black cloak billowing around him, his sword shining with an oily sheen. The death knight made a throwing motion, and the air around Crosis exploded. The old wizard flew through the air, crashing into the unforgiving earth in a smoking heap.

Laurana hid behind a boulder, wondering if the black robe was still alive.

Crosis staggered to his feet, leaning heavily on his staff, blood staining his cracked lips. He glanced in Laurana's direction, then smiled wanly. A purple globe appeared around the wizard, and with an implosion of displaced air, he was gone.

Lord Soth searched the empty air with his burning orbs before reluctantly sheathing his sword. He motioned to his remaining skeleton warriors, ordering them to block Laurana's escape. The death knight climbed up the gentle rise, his tall, armored form blocking out the sun when he reached the crouched elf.

Laurana looked up at Soth, then slowly stood, glaring at him defiantly.

Soth drew a slender black dagger, placing it against Laurana's throat.

"I wish I could kill you now, elf whore," hissed the death knight.

"Then do it," retorted Laurana, her eyes bright.

Lord Soth ripped away Laurana's cloak, pushing her ahead of him towards the waiting horses. Laurana searched the hilltops, but could find no sign of the strange old wizard.

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