Message-ID: <24651asstr$960811809@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: hick@main.jetnet.ab.ca (KNW) X-Original-Path: 207.153.6.11 X-Original-Message-ID: <39447bdf_7@news.oanet.com> Subject: {ASSM} A Story of the Wars - Of Orcs and Elves (MF, MMF, gang) Date: Mon, 12 Jun 2000 08:10:10 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, IceAltar The following is a story that takes place in a fantasy world and is obviously fictional. I hope ya like it, it's my first try. A Tale of the Wars, by KNW (c. KNW 2000) Ilion had been watching the orcish encampment for days. With breaks for sleep, food, and relieving herself, she had dedicated over twenty hours a day to it for the last week. Over the course of that time, her rudimentary knowledge of the gutteral orc tongue allowed her to gather information on what had been going on. And what that was, appeared to be very little. She had caught snippets of conversation between some officers about searching for the elven settlement in the area, but all that had resulted in was several dead recuits as the orcs stumbled over the many deathtraps the elves had arranged. As the week wore on, she had spend her time remaining very still and quiet, hidden under some brush with a good matting of bark and moss to render her invisible, stuck to her with tree sap. That sap had made everything stick to her. And it stuck everywhere. In her hair, on her face, over her naked body. Then, on the sixth day, something unforseen happened. In the early afternoon, on a hot summer day, an orc walked very near the bush she had been concealed in and began to urinate. She had heard tales of the mythical size of orcish manhood. They turned out to be true. As she gawked, the orc (an officer by his uniform), was at least eight inches in length semi-limp, and larger around than her wrists. He stood almost seven feet tall, and was dressed only in boots and pants. His deep olive skin shone with a light skiff of sweat and powerful muscles ripped beneath it. She became aroused immediatly, and hated herself for it. The orc whistled to himself as he pissed. Ilion's pussy was sopping wet and slowly washing away the bits of accumulation an sap she had applied. The orc sniffed the air, as though he were aware of her, glanced about with a puzzled look, and finshed his business. However, the whiff of juice was enough to arouse him as well. He looked down with an annoyed look as his penis swelled to ten inches long and over two inches across. He stuffed himself back into his pants and struggled away. Ilion was gasping for beath. She had begun to sweat and her cover was wearing off. She quickly dropped to the ground and silently began to try and remain hidden. She looked up, and the orc had joined a few of his troops. She learned his name was 'Suldug', and his men joked with him about his 'condition' "Oi, suh, looks like yuhz needs a visit from Mairek" the corporal laughed, the three soldiers snickered. "Gurruk's Breath, ah thinks ah duz.." Suldug responded, glancing back at a tent she hadn't paid much attention to. He walked towards it, and in short order, exited with someone in tow. Someone tall and shapely and covered from head to toe in a dull grey cloak. As he walked by his troops, the someone tossed off her cloak. She was almost as tall as he, and about as muscular. Her large breasts swayed as she swaggered. Her hips swiveled as she walked, totally naked except for a number of tatoos that adorned her breasts and inner thighs. The orcs stood stunned and speachless as they walked past and entered the bushes right beside Ilion. 'Damn' she thought to herself, 'there no way I can leave without them knowing'. Suldug stopped, and gestured at the gound, as if saying 'this will do'. The female, Mairek lightly ran her hands across his barrel-like chest and down the tight muscles of his abdomen. She was wetter than Ilion, and her musky scent pervaded the area. She dropped to her knees and began to undo his belt. His pants fell to his ankles as she caressed his penis with her large, thick hands. She licked the head lightly and he gasped. She ran her tongue down it's length and he hardened fully. 'she does not take him in her mouth' she noted, then realizing that protruding from her lower lip were the smaller versions of the tusks the males had. 'And for good reason, I see' Suldug laid down, and Mairek licked him for a minute more before mounting him. She lowered herself slowly, taking his full length. He placed his hands on her hips as she rose a few inches. He slammed her down hard. She gasped. She rose, they collided again. It took a few thrusts, but they finally established a rythm. He bared his teeth as he pounded into her, she cupped her breasts and gasped with each stroke. Ilion could not stop herself as her hand crept towards her own dripping pussy. She had not yet experienced this thing called sex yet. Soon, he arched his back, she threw back her head and keened a high-pitched wail. They came. The two orcs seemed to flex every muscle in thier bodies for a long minute before she collapsed upon him. Ilion's concentration was so intense, she failed to notice the orc until he tripped over her. She tried to skitter away, but ran into a pair of tree trunks wearing boots. She looked up as the orc reached for her. She tried to dodge, but her long hair whipped up and he grabbed a handful of it. Ilion shrieked in pain, and was quickly borne up by a thick pair of hands. "OI! Look what ah found!" the orc exclaimed, holding her aloft. Suldug and Mairek were still coupled and rather surprised as well. She was held by four sets of hands now, each on one of her thrashing limbs. "Good jab, boys! She's yers!" Suldug called out with Mairek still on top of him. They looked eachother in the eyes and rolled over as the four took her away. They arrived at the mess tent, her hands bound behind her and roped to her waist. The corporal tossed her onto a table and called for water. Two younger orcs brought out a tub, and she was dunked into it and scrubbed by rough brushes. Her camoflage was cleaned off and she was laid on a narrow table. "Ah claim first fuck!" the corporal shouted. The rest nodded; he had found her, even if it was by accident. He roughly grabbed her thigh with one hand while uncoupling his belt with the other. A thick slab of orc manhood came down upon her crotch, it's weight apparent. Juice still flowed from her hairless pussy as he guided himself to her. She heard a sound like cloth falling to the floor and as he pushed his head into her, she arched her back and caught a glimpse of the orc standing begind her. Another thick shaft fell upon her lips, but she kept her mouth shut. The corporal paused upon reaching a barrier. His eyes gleamed as he realized he was the first to tread upon this place. Ilion gasped loudly as he thrust himself into her with one mighty push. Pain exploded within her and she cried out only to have a thick penis thrust into her mouth. The head of the corporal's thick cock nudged her cervix. She was totally filled by him. The corporal gave a long 'AAAHHHHhhhh' of pleasure as Ilion's tight pussy fought against him. Inside her mouth, a thick cock pushed itself towards her tonsils. After a long minute, the pain subsided and he drew back half his length and thrust again. Her virgin pussy was alive with pleasure as she wrapped her lips around the cock in her mouth. She gave into her lust as she realized there was no use in fighting. She bucked and heaved against the corporal, cumming as he pounded into her. Her muffled cry could be heard around the thick shaft she sucked on. Soon, he twitched and exploded inside her, and she felt thick, gooey fluids floodding her vigin womb with blast after blast. As she caught her breath, she felt the one in her mouth twitch and figured out what to do, lest she drown. Hot, salty semen flooded into her mouth, More and more came, and she tried to swallow it all as it flooded out of her mouth and down her face. The corporal was gasping for breath while his cock shot a few more loads into her. She felt as though she had been filled to bursting with his seed. Ilion gasped for air as she was lifted into the air again. This time, of the the other soldiers brought her down on him the way Suldug and Mairek had coupled. She had been reamed out well, and felt no pain as he brought her down on his cock. As soon as she was settled, she felt something prod her behind. The soldiers were cheering as one the younger orcs spit into his palm and wetted the end of his penis. He was mucn younger than the rest, a boy of maybe 9 winters, but an adolescent in orcish years. He grabbed her hips and brought the head of his cock to her puckered asshole. He pushed slowly and she felt him enter her rectum. His length was enough to fill her there too. She felt the two cocks begin to move within her, and shortly another penis was thrust into her face. She felt extacy as the three seemed to fight eachother for her. Three cocks thrust into her at a time, and her head swam as though she was fevered. Through it all she felt the boy flood her ass with seed, pull out, and another, larger member intrude. Beneath her, someone grunted and poured forth themselves. She swallowed another mouthful of sperm and her ability to think faded away. She felt only orgasm after orgasm, load after load, and the thick taste of orcish cum in her mouth. She awoke. It was night. Through a haze, she saw the moon had passed through a phase, and somewhere the thought formed: 'four days'. She was sore everywhere. Above her, someone was speaking elvish. The words seemed to float as though on the breeze. She looked down at herself. She was coated in sperm. Her pussy and ass seemed to dribble forth more when she moved. Her nipples had been peirced and small chain links installed. Orcish tatoos adorned her breasts, her thighs, her arms. Small hands lifted her gently and set her in a hammock. She swang sligtly as they lifted her to the treetops. Days later, after she had been bathed, fed, and counciled, she looked into a mirror. Well-crafted tatoos had been done on her face, a red strip over each eyebrow, a red 'v' shape in the center of her forhead, white 'v's under on each cheek, and a red stripe from the base of her chin to her bottom lip. She looked at the rest of herself in the large, elegant full-length mirror. Her buttocks displayed vibrant red and black markings, her back was alive with stripes. She put her hands to her belly and wondered... wondered, if she would let it happen again. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+