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Iceflame Withering	By : Ertamar Category: A through F > Forgotten Realms Views: 12198 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Backstory: After Thousand Orcs came out, many people, including several forum residents of RA Salvatore fansite that shall remain nameless complained about Bob babying his characters, particularly taking the issue with the scene where Cattie Brie falls into orc ambush… only to be predictably rescued by Wolfgars miraculous, oh-so-predictable last-second intervention. The moderator of the site not to be named scoffed as the complaints, resorting to the “Try writing something on your own before criticizing the work of others”. And write we did (I can’t claim all the credit of work, as it was collaborative “writing by committee” effort). Long story (heh) short, after a few weeks the thread containing the story was deleted and several people where banned from the forum. (Un?)fortunately, the text was timely saved.
Description: This is the first chapter of the story described above. If you are looking for sophisticated character development, look elsewhere, as plot doesn’t really emerge until later chapters. This particular part is extremely violent and since it focuses on graphic rape is surely disturbing and disgusting to many. Turn away now if you are offended by this sort of writing. Depending upon the reception, I may post the other chapters.

Chapter I: Wicked Grin of the Red Skull

Every movement was in desperation then, more desperate than Catti-brie had ever been. It occurred to her, somewhere deep in her swirling thoughts, how close to the edge of disaster she and her friends had been and for so long. She noted then, in a flash of clarity before the club hit her again, sending her stumbling to her knees as she tried to run across the camp and leap away into the dark night, how a single mistake could prove so quickly disastrous.

She went down hard to the stone and noted Khazid''hea, not so far away. It was out of her reach, might as well have been across the world, the woman realized as the orcs closed in. She rolled desperately to her back and began kicking out and up at them, anything to keep their weapons away. She saw one of the orcs grab her sword, victorious grin lighting the creature’s ugly face.

A massive battle-scared orc, obviously the leader of the group stepped forward. He was clad in a polar bear hide mantle so large it wrapped twice around its 7 foot frame. His hands held a massive orc axe. The leader barked some guttural command, and to Cattie-Brie’s surprise the flailing of weapons stopped at once as orcs stepped back, forming a tight ring around her. Using the respite, she immediately jumped to her feet and glanced around, searching for opening in their ranks; she couldn’t find one as more then a dozen beasts surrounded her three-rank deep. She looked at the orc commander, trying to guess his next move.

The orc intently stared back at her. His features were slightly unusual for an orc – the forehead was less sloping, while the large pointy ears somewhat resembled those of an elf, with the exception of stiff, sharp lobes. The long, jet-black hair was bundled in a single thick braid. She quickly noticed that these attributes were shared by the most of the orcs surrounding her. Neither the clan sigil, a red pendants shaped in the form of a cyclops skull nor their dialect were familiar to her. “What God-forsaken corner of Spine of the World die Obould dreg ye our?” Cattie-Brie silently mused as she examined the band around her.

Apparently, some of the orcs were as surprised by the order to halt as she was. Bloodshot eyes beamed hate at both her and the commander; their think arms grasping eager weapons, ready to slash and crush her at any second. The leader barked another order, and their demeanor of the orcs immediately changed. Cattie-Brie saw a sea of toothy, excited grins surrounding her, as orcs quickly sheathed or tossed aside their weapons. At once, the ring closed and they were upon her again, their long arms reaching and grabbing at her. “Prisoner” flashed through her mind. “They intend to capture me”.

She crouched and leapt, driving her heel in the exposed knee of the nearest attacker while putting the elbow into the nose of another beast, all in a desperate attempt to avoid capture. But, there simply were too many. She felt strong arms close around her right elbow, at least two orcs grabbed her left arm and several more held on to her legs. With a sudden jerk, she managed to free her left leg with and is such closed quarters had no trouble putting it to good use, driving her knee in the crotch of the surprised orc next to her and then hitting the beast in the face as he doubled over in pain. The effort proved of little use, as more powerful fingers quickly grabbed onto her limbs, her clothes, and her hair. Cattie-Brie was rendered completely immobile, unable even to fall as she was tightly held in place by two dozen rough orc arms that seemingly latched every inch of her body.

The orc that took an elbow to the face regained his footing and approached her again. Blood was running freely from its smashed nose and dripping onto the snow. With a growl, the orc raised a fist to strike her to in the face, when the familiar commanding growl stopped him in its tracks. With great effort, Cattie-Brie was able to turn her head a few inches to the side and saw the commander, standing with his green muscular arms crossed on its naked chest and grinning wildly at the spectacle of his helpless prisoner. His massive axe has been thrown aside and its enormous coat spread at his feet over the snow like a giant blanket.

In a blink of an eye, her body was lifted off her feet and placed on her back the fury cover amid wild howls and laugher. Taulmaril quiver flew aside and fell in the snow. One orc held her feet together and pinned them down under his weight while two others pulled prisoner’s arms above her head. Her fine methril chain mail, a gift from her father, was pulled over her face and then off and the orc spread her arms to the sides, pinning them down. Orc cries and howls intensified as her shirt and tunic were torn to pieces and the woman loudly gasped as cold winter air hit her large perfect breasts, instantly turning her nipples to stone.

Cattie brie suddenly felt nauseous as she realized what was about to happen. With a surge of all her strength, she tired to pull away, to free from her their grasp; her futile effort only yielding another blast of wicked laughter from her captors. The belt that held Khazid''hea sheath was unbuckled, the boots, socks were all half-pulled off, half-torn away. The only article of clothing that remained were panties she bought from a Silvermoon merchant, a small, faint pink number with a mark of maker, a white lily, embroiled on the front.

The commander stood aside, an obvious fire of dark lust burning in his eyes as he regarded his prisoner. Very few humanoids in the realms could look at Cattie-Brie’s nude body and not have their hear skip a bit. Few strands of luscious auburn hair lay across the face so stunning that even orc’s warped sense of beauty could not deny its charms. With summertime tan long-gone, her perfectly toned body, from the straight columns of her long, shapely legs, to the exquisite curve of her hips, to a flat stomach with a hint of well-tones abdominal muscles all the way to the large, heaving, teardrop-shaped breasts – all of it was porcelain-white. Only the pink of an occasional scar, the underwear, the dawn of red hair and wide open sky-blue eyes provided the contrast for the white of her skin, the snow and the bear fur, with the notable exception of green-brown hands that tightly grasped her limbs.

She saw orc commander raise its hand and suddenly the cries and howls seized. In silence interrupted only by deep, lustful breathing and sound of snow compressed under heavy footsteps, he approached Cattie-Brie and leaned over her prone form, with drops of eager drool sipping between his fangs and dipping briskly onto the white fur. “Me Edur SwiftAxe of Red Skull” he said in accented goblin, pointing to his chest. “Obould call, Clan Red Skull go many days to king. Clan Red Skull, great warriors”. A loud cheer broke as thumbed his broad chest with a fist. “You, daughter of dwarf Bruenor, king Mithirl hall”. Loud hissing and roawling roared at the mention of the hated name of the dwarven king. Edur’s raided hand quieted the crowd as he continued. “Today great for Red Skull. Today, we take Bruenor daughter slave, punish the dwarf. Gruumsh be pleased”. He drew a sharp knife as he finished the speech.

Cattie-brie felt a lump form in her throat. Oh, he she wanted to cry, to yell out on top of her lungs for help. “Ye stop it!” she silently scolded herself. “Don’t ye give them the satisfaction of seeing ye growl and thresh in panic. Don’t let the bustards see ye fear or suffer” she thought as she steeled herself.

Yet, her whole body involuntary shuddered as she felt the cold of steel slowly slide between her tightly held tougher inner thighs. Edur carefully slid the clamped blade half-way buried between her legs upwards along her skin, until the knife reached the surface of her panties. Her sensitive skin could feel the hard cold blade through the fabric, as it pressed against the folds of her sex. Holding the knife by the tip of the handle, the orc slowly pulled the blade out from between her thighs, moving farther upwards along her body. The point of the blade skipped along the fabric of her underwear, until it came to rest under her navel, slightly poking her stomach.

Slowly, making sure not to cut her, he slid the tip of the knife under her panties and carefully pulled to the left as the tension formed in the delicate eleven fabrics. With a slight flick of his wrist, the sharp blade sliced through. Feeling the sudden tension of clothing disappear along her left hip, Cattie-Brie fought hard to suppress another shudder. Meanwhile, the cruel knife slowly slid to the right hip, similarly slicing through the fabric along her right leg. With lust burning in his eyes, the orc chief used the tip of the blade to peal away her ripped panties, revealing a thick growth of short red hair. He grabbed what remained of the underwear, pulling if from under her and tossing it aside.

Having so removed the reminder of her clothing, Edur straightened up and motioned another orc to approach. The one tightly holding Cattie-Brie’s legs moved over, now only holding her right ankle and the newcomer grabbed the left one. She gritted her teeth, tensing every one of her powerful muscles but despite her effort the orcs slowly moved to the sides, pulling her legs wide apart and pinning them down. She now lay spread-eagled, her sex fully exposed to cold winter air and borrowing gaze of lustful eyes.

The orc commander slowly walked around her, coming to stop between her spread legs. As he moved, she for the first time noticed a large and growing bulge is his crotch. Grinning, the orc unbuckled his massive belt and let the rawhide pants slide down to his ankles, fully revealing himself to the prisoner. As she lowered her gaze to his midsection, Cattie-Brie’s eyes suddenly turned very wide. Having lived and fought among men all her life, she has seen her fair share of male genitalia; but never did it look so erect, so big, so… evil. The size and color made it seem like some outstretched demonic arm. It must have been at least 14 inches, as long as her forearm, with brown-tinted green shaft as thick as her wrist. The bulging, crimson red head was the size of a clenched dwarven fist.

She saw the orc move closer, saw him drop to his knees, positioning himself between her legs. Even form a distance of several inches, her sensitive skin felt the heat coming from the enormous head, propagating through the cold winter air. She closed her eyes, uttering a silent prayer to Mielikki. She felt it touch her thigh, sliding along her sin and rest on her stomach, with in her naval. If offered, she would have gladly chosen the touch of drow death lance over the hot, firm orc flesh. “Gods, how heavy is it?” though Cattie-brie, as she felt the weight of orcs massive cock move again, sliding down her stomach, over her pubis finally coming to rest at her crotch. She gritted her teeth as she felt its warmth press ageist the entrance into her body.

But the expected intrusion did not come, as the massive head slowly slid down along her labia all the way to the carpet and then up again, rubbing against her flesh. Under any other circumstances, the sensation might have been pleasurable, but all she felt now was the cold of the winter air, the heat of the orc flesh and utter hatred for her tormentor. “He is torturing me” she thought. “Waiting for me to let down my guard, to it on his terms”.

Edur SwiftAxe was a wise chief and experienced warrior, hardened by both the constant strife and harsh climate of the North. In his years, he had many females, but never before has he felt as exited as he did now, kneeling between the wide spread legs of this beautiful woman. And to think, she wasn’t even an orc! Her tension, the torment in the anticipation of the inevitable assault felt almost as good as the ticklish prickling of the short hairs on her pubis and the smooth velvet touch of the fleshy skin folds between her legs. It took him great effort to pace his lust and control his desires, so much so the despite being fully naked in the midst of Dale winter beads of sweat have appeared on his forehead.

He looked at his prisoner, noting her closed eyes and clenched fists, felt the taught battle-toned muscles of her legs, saw her chest rhythmically heave up and down. The movement of her breasts mesmerized him. Large and heavy, they held they shape remarkably well as she lay of her back, rising and falling with each deep breath. He stopped rubbing against her, leaned over as he reached for them with both hands, grasping and squeezing them as he rolled her granite-hard nipples between his thick fingers. The flesh felt so soft, yet so firm that he almost lost the control as more beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Despite her best effort to black out, to withdraw from the horror surrounding her, Cattie-Brie involuntary recoiled from the touch and open her eyes to regard the orc foundling her. Edur paid her no heed, seemingly driven into hypnotic trance by the feel of her flesh. Finally an incredibly loud, lustful breath behind his back distracted him from the task. For the first time in what seemed like hours he noticed the presence of the dozen orcs that surrounded him and prone victim. He regarded his clan mates, noticing the bloodshot eyes and faces thence with desire, eager droll running down their chins. “Chief, can me?” asked the nearest orc in his native dialect, pointing towards the chest of the prisoner. Edur briefly considered the request and nodded. “Very careful” he added. “Me see marks on her skin, me cut off figures that made them”.

He released her breasts and moved back, watching as eager hands of other orcs quickly grab and squeeze them. He settled back between her legs, examining her exposed vagina. With amazement he observed how small the strip of pink flesh seemed, even for a human, and how tightly shut the inner lips were despite the fact that the legs were spread out wide. He waited enough, now he could no longer contain himself. The chieftain fell on his knees, pushing away the orcs holding prisoner’s legs. His strong arms wrapped around her thighs as he effortlessly lifted her lower back off the floor, aligning her lips with his bulging member.

It all happened so quickly. She felt hands grasping her ankles suddenly relent, she felt the as arms of the surrounding orcs playing with her breasts suddenly pull away. She felt a firm, iron grip around her legs above the knees and felt the ground instantaneously disappear as her buttocks were lifted off the ground. The familiar sensation of heat suddenly rushed towards her. She felt his massive member press against the labia between her legs, the felt the pressure that immediately turned into pain as the orc struggled to penetrate her unwilling flesh. For the first time, she considered the physical implications of the being impaled by the massive orc and the very real risk of serious injury such assault entailed

Mad with desire and drunk with lust, orc commander pushed as hard as he could. The most narrow tip of the head has entered her as the flesh formed a tight ring around it, squeezing it the force of a python suffocating its prey. The sensation, just a hint of what were to come, was incredible. Yet, for all his efforts, Edur could not move any further. He felt as is he was trying to push his thumb though and eye of a needle. The heart, overdriven with lust and frustration pounded in his chest, seeming ready to explode. He pushed again, but the stubborn flesh would not bulge. “Hold her like that” he ordered and two orcs quickly moved in and grabbed Cattie-Brie’s legs, keeping her back bent and her buttocks suspended above the ground as their commander released the prisoner and reached for the rawhide pants he discarded seemingly an eternity ago.

From the secret pocket inside the pant, he produced a large flask filled with a clear substance. Prior to his departure for the Dale, he had paid a small treasure to a powerful fire giant priest for this flask and the incredibly potent healing potion it contained. However, right now Edur was in no mood to consider the expanse as he poured the viscous, oily liquid onto his palm. He rubbed the fluid up and down the shaft and the cockhead until the entire member had a shiny, glossy look. He poured out some more, rubbing the second portion between the spread legs of Cattie-brie. Satisfied, he slid back into position, grabbing her things once more as the orcs released her.

Cattie-Brie resisted the temptation to laugh as the orc was unable to complete his foul deed. While the aborted intrusion was somewhat painful the ache was minor. As the frustrated orc moved away, she opened her eyes and examined him with interest. She saw him produce a bottle of some liquid and she watched him rub it on himself her mood immediately darkened. She felt as he rubbed the liquid between her legs. To her surprise, the unpleased sensation left after his prior attempt disappeared almost immediately. However, the woman had no time to consider the implication as the orc once again assumed the position behind her.

Taking hold of her legs once again, he leaned forward, spreading them wider and wider, until her toes touched the shoulders of the orcs holding her arms. The orc took a second to ponder the amazing flexibly of the woman, and then resumed his gruesome task. At first, it seemed futile, with him unable to move in any further. He grimaced and pressed harder, his oversized member bending under the effort. Suddenly, he felt it start moving in deeper, forcing her open. Very slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time, he was sliding inside her. He heard a groan and looked up. Cattibe-bire was clearly in agony, her wide-open eyes staring the sky, her knuckles were white as she tightly held handfuls of the white fur. The inner lips of her sex formed a ring around his intruding cockhead, a ring that changed color from pink to bright red to purple-red. Her clitoris pressed against his phallus and felt like large pebble stuck in a shoe. Her unwilling flesh was squeezing him very tightly as if it was trying to crush the intruder. The head was now almost halfway inside her, having reached its thickest part.

He moved back and in one overpowering swinging motion plunged inside her. The head disappeared completely between her legs as he penetrated several inches at once. His cry of triumph was drowned out by a primal yell of agony. Startled, he looked at his victim. Cattie-Brie quickly recomposed herself, although large tears were running down her cheeks and faint traces of blood could be seen where she bit into her lip. She felt the massive shaft push against her insides, felt her flesh stretch to the braking point. Gods, he was going to tear her in two! Erud suddenly felt a strange warm sensation against his skin, and pulled out of her. His member was smeared in blood, which ran freely from between her now wide open lips and dripped onto the white carpet.

A smile lit up his face as he realized what happed. A virgin! No wonder it is so tight. He laughed out loud. Not only is he ravishing the daughter of orc’s archenemy, but he has deflowered her as well! How delightful. He slid back into her. Now that he established the foothold inside her tight flesh, there was no turning back. Instead of slowly pushing in, he rocked back and rammed forward in powerful strokes that rocked her entire body. Despite her best effort, she groaned as with each stoke as he plunged and tore deeper and deeper inside of her, the mixture of healing potion and her own blood serving as a lubricant.. 5 inches of him disappeared inside of her, then six, then seven, his massive phallus now halfway in.

He pulled out and examined his work. Her flesh, once so tight and pink, hung in large stretched and mangled dark red folds, hot and swollen. With large dark hole gaped between her legs; orc leader commander grabbed the flask latterly poured the lubricating potion inside the wide chasm of her vagina, watching the liquid disappear inside of her. He resumed the attack, each powerful motion tunneling deeper and deeper inside of the prisoner. He persisted until finally he could feel the scraping of her spine; with each stroke he felt his scrotum slap against her buttocks, glistening with steaks of potion running down them. He was fully inside of her, he has conquered her. No longer ramming his way through, his speed and intensity picked up.

Half-conscious, Cattie looked on as the with each thrust the bulge travel up and down her stomach, as the muscles moved in unison with the massive organ inside. It moved faster and faster, as he picked up speed, her entire body shaking with each stroke. Suddenly, she felt the orc against her stiffened, his grasp on her legs redoubled. A sudden warm sensation touched up and spread around inside her, filling all the space not claimed by the massive orc cock. Unable to maintain her compose, Cattie-Brie sobbed loudly.

The massive orc remained frozen, his eyes fully glazed, features distorted by a horrific grimace. She felt that the pressure from his cock, still fully buried inside of her, has diminished. The orc finally returned to his senses. He pulled his partially flaccid member out of Cattie-Brie, as he lowered her back to ground and leg go of her legs. A stream of grey liquid, mixed with some blood and healing potions was oozing from her a large open black whole of her sex onto the carpet. Edur didn’t care. He tired to get to his feel but stumbled and felt on his back into the snow, breathing heavily.

/End Chapter I
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