What happens in Desolace

Amonsine and Maluciel Mooncreek stalked along a ridge in the harsh land of Desolace, bows ready, eyes locked on the orcish warband below them. The greenskins were hunting centaur this day, not allaince, but it didn't matter to them. The night elf sisters, one silver skinned, the other purple, had dedicated their lives to slaying as many orcs as possible. They were both skilled rangers, Maluciel having taught her younger sister the ways of the wild herself. They were typical of their race, beautiful and exotic by most standards, their tall bodies firm and tone. Though not twins, with the exception of their skin color they were nearly idintical. Sought after by many young males, both elf and human, their hearts belonged only to eachother; they were partners not only in battle, but in bed as well.

Having taken up resedence in Nijel's Point for the passed few weeks, their orc hunts had been very successful. Using stealth, range, and hit and run tactics, they had cut down three Horde caravans in less than a month. The fact that these caravans were mainly made up of innocent commoners with only a handfull of guards didn't bother the elf sisters; if it had green skin and tusk, it deserved to die.

Tonight was different. Tonight was the first time they had dared to assault a fully armed warband on their own, even one as small as this. They weren't detered, their sting of victorous slaughters had emboldened the two huntresses. Neither of the sisters doubted that within the next few minutes, the orc warriors below them would be laying in lifeless heaps on the dirt ground.

Stopping at the edge of the ridge, they let the orcs continue forward for a short distance, letting them get into the ideal range for their arrows. The elven beauties pulled the well crafted bolts from their quivers. Stringing the arrows, they pulled them back and took aim, preparing to fell the unsuspecting warriors.

"Aim true, beloved sister." Amonsine spoke, her sensual voice little more than a whisper, easily detectible by her sister's ears.

"You as well, dear sister. Slay them all in the name of Elune." Maluciel encouraged her younger sister.

The two let their arrows fly, both black bolts finding their marks, one imbedding itself in an orc's skull, the other in another warrior's throat. The rest of the warriors turned to see their brother falling to his knees, then to the ground, coughing up black blood before life left him. The green skins drew there weapons and took defensive stances, looking around, unable to see their assailents.

The sisters smiled sadistically, watching the orcs clammer below them. Taking a moment to enjoy their fear and confusion before restringing their bows. Taking aim again, they prepared to fire, but Maluciel noticed a slight ticking sound behind them.

"Hold sister, do you hear-" She was cut off by the explosion of a goblin landmine behind them. The force of the blast threw the two from the ridge to the ground below, stunning them. both of their bows had been splintered in the fall, and as they struggled to pick themselves up, the first thing they saw through their blurry vision was the form of the greenskinned warriors charging them. Amonsine barely had the chance to draw her blade before a strong orc warrior knocked it from her hand with a swing of her axe, back handing her to the ground. Three orcs surrounded her, stomping and kicking her prone body.

Enraged by the sight of the orcs swarming her younger sister, Maluciel drew her twin blades and launched herself the orcs with wild abandon. Her swords didn't taste blood, though, as one of the orcs managed to grab her by both wrist, his strong arms holding her in place. Her glowing silver eyes met his dull red eyes as his bald head suddenly rammed into her face, and her world went black.

Hours later, Maluciel began to stir. Her head was pounding, her vision was blurry and the room she was in seemed to be spinning. She could feel dried blood and matted hair clinging to her face as she tried to figure out where she was. One of the first thing she noticed was that she was bound, her wrist tied and hanging from the cieling, her ankles tied and secured to the floor. The second thing she noticed was that she was completely nude. In a mild panic she shook her head to clear her vision. Looking next to her, she saw her sister in a similar state. Her eyes lingered on Amonsine's firm breast and perky nipples for a moment longer than she was proud of, but her lust allowed her to notice something that filled her with wrath, her sister's body was covered in bruises.

"Amonsine, Amonsine wake up!" She called out in a yelling whisper, not wanting to alert any guards that she had regained consciousness. She struggled against her bindings as her sister begain to stir. Taking a look around, she realized she was definately within an orcish building, most likely a fortress judging from the size of the room she was in. This simply rekindled her earlier panic,wounded, naked, and unarmed was no way for a female night elf to be in a fortress full of orc warriors. If they were just going to kill them, they would have done so by now. The greenskins had something much worse in mind.

The sister's struggling stopped as a piercing orcish warcry shot through the halls of the fortress. The doors at the front of the room swung open as a group of orcs poured in. The sister's eyes focused on the leader, and his eyes focused on them. He was thin for an orc, though still powerfully built. His reddish hair was tied back in a short ponytail, and his lower jaw was scruffy. His eyes were bright red and wild, and his sharp, yellowish teeth shown through his scowl. He wore leather armor with metal plates worked into it, and he carried a large axe. He wore the tabard of the Warsong Clan, one of the most fierce orc clans, and the most hated enemies of the night elves. The rangers eye's shot daggers at him, but this only served only to fuel the anger boiling below his surface.

"I am Drugor Battlebrand, lord of Thunder Axe Fortress." The orc spoke in the common tongue, his accent was rough, he obviously didn't speak it often, but it was clear enough for the sisters to understand. He reached out his hand, and another orc placed something in it. He walked over to Maluciel, holding the item to her face; two orcish tusk on leather strings. "You whores killed two of my men."

The elder elf spat in the orc's face, snarling."More than that, savage! We've killed dozens of you foul beast! Warriors, women, childr-" her defiant rant was cut off by an orcish fist colliding with her face. Still awake but stunned, her head hung limp as the orc wiped his face clean.

"Don't touch her, animal! I'll kill you if you lay another hand on her you coward!" Amonsine cried out, struggling against her bonds to get to her sister. Drugor walked over to her and raised his hand to backhand her, but stopped with his hand less than an inch from her face.

"Cowards are little women who hide in bushes with bows and arrows, slaying their enemies unseen. You'd do well to remember that, wench." He snorted, his hot, foul breath washing over her skin.

"The warriors' kinsmen have demanded to take vengance on you. I've seen no reason to stop them. I've told them not to kill you unless you give them need, I suggest you dobt, but it may be of mercy before they're done."

Drugor left the room, most of the orcs in tow. Four remained, two guards, and two shaman. The guards simply stood impassive, but the shaman held expressions that bordered between disgust and sadism as they looked at the night elf women, and began to disrobe. The elf women looked in horror and dismay as the half nude orcs aproached them. The struggled against their bonds, to no avail. One of the orcs grabbed Amonsine by the hair, pulling her face down near his."The spirits are angered by your slaughter of our brethren, they'll aid us in our vengance." With that, he blasted her with a shocking burst of frost, sending a frozen chill down to her bones. Her nipples hardened and breast tightened, perking out even more, and the orc began to roughly fondle them, pinching and twisting her nipples hard with his coarse, meaty hands as she shivered from the cold, whimpering.

As Maluciel watched her sister being fondled she began struggling violently against her bindings, spouting curses in her native tongue. Her thrashing only increased as the second orc thrust his hand into her crotch, two clawed fingers penetrating her nether lips roughly, his palm grinding against her clit, channeling the power of fire into his hand. As much as she struggled, she couldn't deny the pleasure she felt from the building heat of the hand on her pussy, as much as she despised it. Her pleasure was suddenly cut short as the orc channeled a lightning bolt through her pussy, the eletricity shocking her to the core. She let out a sielent cry before falling limp, no longer having the energy to struggle against the invading fingers of the orc.

Amonsine was fairing little better as the orc's sharp fingertips traced down her skin to her pussy. Everytime she made the slightest move agaisnt him, he would frost shock her into submission. His fingers teased her pussy for a moment, but continued further between her legs, finding her tightly closed anus. Her eyes widened, dispite her sister's wishes Amonsine had remained an anal virgin, she had wanted Maluciel to be the first to take her from behind but only when she was ready. This orc definately wasn't Maluciel and Amonsine definately wasn't ready. "No! Don't!" She cried out, only to be met with an invading finger carrying a lighting bolt into her virgin ass.

The orcs continued to violently finger their captives, offering only mocking laughter as the elves moaned in pain and humiliation. The orcs caste spells on them whenever they offered the slightest resistance, and eventually they relented, accepting their fates. After what seemed like hours, the orcs withdrew their fingers from the elves, licking the juices and a bit of blood from their hands. One orc took out a blade and held it to Amonsine's face, she wimpered in fear, remembering the first time she had seen one of her kinsmen skin an orc child, remember how much she had enjoyed the sight. She had always longed to skin an orc herself, but now it looked like one would be skinning her. A pinge of guilt hit her; maybe she deserved it. Before she could explore such thoughts further, however , the orc reached up and cut the rope her wrist bindings where hanging from, letting her fall ungracefully to the floor, landing on her face.

She picked herself up to her hands and knees, looking behind her at the orc, eyes wide with fear. He had removed his pants, his rough cock standing hard and fully errect, nearly a foot long, and very thick. She had only ever been penetrated by her sisters fingers and tongue, and just now the orc's own thick fingers. None of which prepared her for that beast that was being pressed against her asshole. Pressing his swollen head inside of her, she cried out, pain like none she had ever felt before coursing through her.

Maluciel didn't have time to focus on her sister's plight, for her tormenter had plans of his own. Unhooking the bindings on her ankles, he took out his own impressive member. She groaned as it quivered against her leg, she had been with elven men with longer cocks, but never one nearly this thick. And she hadn't been with a man in over a century. Her eyes focused on the thick member as the head pressed against her burnt, sore, soaking pussylips, crying out as he drove the cock in with a single, brutal thrust.

Amonsine's ass was stretched wider and wider as the thick, green cock forced its way deeper inside of her. She clenched everything, her eyes and mouth shut, her fist, every muscle, but it served only to increase the pain. But she'd rather bare this unbarable pain than for a moment let this orc think she was allowing him to fuck her. She pounded her fist against the stone floor as the cock invaded deeper,and as it did she realized that he must have been channeling the fire spirit into his cock, as it produced an unnatural warmth. She was disgusted that she found this pleasurable, and more so that the sound of her sister's cries not five feet from her only aroused her further. She'd fight this until she had no will left, but a part of her wanted to give in more than she had wanted anything before.

Her elder sister let out groans and cries of pain as the thick cock invaded her, her ankles held painfully and awkardly behind the orc's back. He shocked her with lightning wheneve he thrust in, to him it felt like a pleasurable tingle, and for some reason it served only to cause her pussy to lubricate more, gushing hot juices. She was furious at herself that she heard pleasure mixed in with her moans; the orc's cock had found her gspot and was assaulting it without mercy, mostly because of the sheer size of the thing rather than any skill or intention. She swore that she would take her own life after she killed every orc in this fortress, punishment for enjoying this humiliation. Her eyes met the orc's, shooting a furious threat. [i]Don't you dare stop.[/i]

The elves moaned as the orcs rammed their cocks in and out of them, their bodies filled with pain and pleasure, their minds filled with extasy and self loathing. The orcs let out savage, brutal grunts as they fucked the elves harder and harder, picking up speed with each thrust. The sisters began rocking their hips to meet the orcs' thrusting, no longer able to hide the pleasure they were feeling. The orcs began thrusting in harder, more violently, casting more painful spells on them. Before long, the elves bodies tensed, their pussy and ass contracting around the cocks invading them as they cried out in climax, Maluciel spurting her juices all over the orc fucking her, Amonsine spraying all over the floor the knelt on.

The orcs to began letting out deep, primal moans, and climaxed inside of the elves. The spray of hot cum against their gspots forced second climaxes from both of them, prolonging the climax of the orcs. When he was finally finished, the orc who had been fucking Maluceil simply pulled out, letting her go, leaving her to hang limply from her wrist. Amonsine's rapist however, chose to draw out her humiliation. Taking her hair in his grip and violently pulling her to her knees, he rubbed his thick cock, covered in his cum and her anal juices, over her face. The younger elf couldn't fight her desire anymore, and weakly licked the shaft when it passed over her lips, savoring the taste of his cum and her ass before swallowing.

Dropping the elf on the floor, the orcs circled, apparently to switch victims, their eyes flaring with more sadistic desires. Before they could, however, Drugor burst into the room, and the orc's eyes shot to him."We're under attack, throw the whore's in the dungeon. You can finish them after we send theses centaur to hell."

The shaman dressed, undied the elves and threw them in a cell in the dungeon. One of them threw down a healing totem, likely because he didn't want them to die of any internal wounds. Maluciel pulled Amonsine's head into her lap, coddling her younger sister as the girl began to weep. And her sister wept with her.

To be continued.