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   Story codes: (M+/F, Minotaur+/Elf, n/c, bd) by KAIV ((kaivasstr AT gmail
DOT com)
Dragonlance: An Encounter With Minotaurs
Laurana's hair flashed golden in the sunlight as she jerked her horse's

head around and charged down the hillside towards the milling soldiers of
the Dark Queen's army.  She had gone with a small scouting party to this
ridge, partly to observe the distant enemy camp, partly to get away from
the duties of command for an hour.

   They had run into a scouting patrol from the army of Takhisis, most
likely performing the same duty that she was.  Both parties were about the
same size but the Dark Queen's had the misfortune to be at the bottom of
slope and vulnerable to a quick charge.

   The soldiers scattered like leaves in an autumn storm as Laurana and her
troops smashed into their center.  Shouts and screams came from around her
as she flicked her long sword across a charging soldier's neck.  Within a
few minutes the soldiers of the Dark Queen had scattered and were riding
pell mell back across the green plain towards their camp.

   "May all our battles be this easy," the leader of the scouting party
said as he reined in by her.  Just then another scout shouted a warning and
pointed towards the retreating enemy.  Coming towards them were the forms
of heavy cavalry, enough of them to easily overwhelm the small scouting
party.

   "Ride!" Laurana yelled.  "Split up and go through the forest!" She
snapped the reins and her horse bolted into a gallop towards the nearby
forest that grew along the other side of the ridge.  They'd have no trouble
eluding the enemy riders if they got into the trees.

   Thin branches slapped at Laurana's armor as she rode through the forest.
To her right she watched as the lieutenant turned to north and started off
on his preassigned route through the forest.  Each of the scouts had one
that would get them through the forest with the least amount of trouble for
them and the most for the enemy.

   Laurana turned her attention back to her trail and cursed.  In her
distraction she had strayed off of her path and was heading towards a steep
slope downwards.  She began to yank back on the reins but stopped once her
horse headed over the edge of the slope.  At the speed they were traveling,
any attempt to stop would mean a broken leg or neck.  All she could do was
hold on for dear life as her horse galloped down the lightly vegetated
slope towards a thicker portion of the forest in front of her.

   She ducked as thicker branches began to pass overhead as she rode into
the denser part of the forest, all the while hauling back on the reins. 
Finally her horse slowed to a stop in a tiny clearing in between the woods.
Laurana cocked her head and listened for any sound of pursuit, any cavalry
that tried to make it down that hill would sound like a baggage train going
off a cliff.  When she heard nothing she dismounted and began to check her
horse for any injuries, paying special attention to the horse's hooves.

   She had almost finished when she heard a small branch snap behind her.
The elf general spun, her sword sliding from her scabbard.  She watched as
a small gourd was tossed into the clearing to break open and release a
cloud of choking gas.  Laurana coughed and clutched at her throat as she
fell to her knees, her sword dropping to the ground.  The last thing she
saw before she blacked out was a pair of large cloven hooves.





   ***









   "What's a Qualinesti doing here, Motos?" Jithros asked, nervously
fingering his axe.  The younger minotaur had been increasingly nervous the
farther they got from their village.  Motos thought it was because he had
no intention of living up to his boasts of defeating the entire army of the
Dark Queen by himself.

   "She's probably with the army of the Golden General," Motos said as he
examined the elf woman's face.  He grunted and patted the neck of her
horse, still loyally staying by her side.  "We'd better get back to the
village.  It'll take a while to pack up and we want to be well away from
here before the battle starts."

   "She's pretty, isn't she?" Jithros said.  Like so many of the younger
minotaurs, he showed little control over his lust and didn't bother hiding
it.  "Wait, do you think she's the Golden General?"

   "Don't be ridiculous," Motos said, "a general would never be out without
an escort."

   "Maybe they were killed, those cavalry were chasing her."

   "She doesn't look like a general, look at her, she's probably someone's
concubine playing dress up."

   "Well, what are we going to do with her?  If we leave her here those
soldiers will find her," Jithros said, looking over his shoulder towards
the Dark Queen's camp.

   "So?" Motos said.  "We have no quarrel with either army, why should we
get involved?"

   "But think of what they'll do to her!"

   "Nothing you wouldn't do to her, eh?" Motos said, raising his hand to
placate the younger minotaur's look of anger.  "If you want to take her,
fine.  You're carrying her though and she'd better not bring down any
patrols on us."

   Motos smiled inwardly as he watched Jithros grin gleefully and pull some
leather thongs from his belt to bind the woman with.  Jithros quickly tied
the elf's hands behind her back and hoisted her over the saddle of her
horse.  When he was done, Motos motioned for him to follow and began the
long walk back to their village.





   ***









   The fire crackled cheerfully as Motos turned the spitted carcass of two
rabbits he had managed to trap.  Jithros was on the other side of the fire
removing the armor from the elf woman.  She was still unconscious from the
sleeping gas they had used on her.  Motos wondered if she would be all
right, the gas was almost never used on anyone not a minotaur and could
have side effects.

   "Look at her, Motos," Jithros said excitedly.  "She's beautiful!" Motos
glanced over and saw that Jithros had stripped the woman of her armor and
was running his hands over the thin clothing she wore beneath it.

   The elf was indeed beautiful in the firelight.  Her golden hair
shimmered as highlights played over it, a few loose strands falling over
her face.  Her body was superb, slender but with full breasts and long
legs. Motos looked back to the rabbits as he noticed Jithros rubbing his
cock through his loincloth.  Youth, he thought.  Well, the woman would get
a warm welcome back at the village before she was sent back to whichever
army she whored for.





   ***









   Jithros licked the last bit of grease from his fingers as his gaze
strayed back to the still unconscious elf woman.  Motos was asleep on the
far side of the fire, his back turned.  Jithros looked around and edged
over to the elf woman.  He licked his lips as he began to tug off her boots
and then began to unlace her breeches.  His breathing became deeper as he
pulled them off and stared at her legs.

   She moaned, causing him to look up fearfully, as he ran his rough hands
over her bare thighs.  When she didn't move further, Jithros reached up and
pulled down her underwear, almost laughing in joy as he spotted her golden
furred crotch.

   "Whhzzzgk," the elf woman murmured drowsily.  Jithros watched her face
carefully and then began unlacing her shirt.  "Hmmmg, Tanis..." she said
and shifted to a more comfortable position.  Looking nervously over at
Motos, Jithros untied her hands quickly and pulled her shirt off her before
retying her hands.  "Mmmg, kiss me Tanis," she murmured.

   To far gone with lust to care if she was awake or not, Jithros pulled
off his loincloth and rolled her onto her back.  For a moment he wondered
if he should retie her hands in front of her body so that she would be more
comfortable, but the sight of her breasts rising and falling with her
breathing was too much.  Jithros bent his head and began to suck at her
breasts, savoring the sweet taste of her skin as he ran his tongue over her
rapidly hardening nipples.

   Laurana opened her eyes slowly at the feeling of a tongue laving over
her breasts and hands clutching and squeezing them.  Her vision blurred and
she closed her eyes again, mind spinning and thoughts floating in and out
of her head like clouds.

   "Oh, Tanis, yes," she moaned softly as the mouth began to suck hungrily
at her breasts.  She tried to reach up to run her hands through his hair
but found them tied behind her back and pinned uncomfortably beneath her
back.  "Why don't you ever let me tie you up?" she said somewhat petulantly
as the hands squeezed her breasts hard, their thumbs rubbing over her stiff
nipples.

   Jithros marveled at his luck.  The woman thought he was someone else,
probably her current master.  Not one to miss an opportunity he crawled up
her body and presented his cock to her mouth.  "Suck me," he said, his
voice low and husky.  He groaned in pleasure as the woman lifted her head
and ran her tongue over his cockhead.  He watched as she opened her mouth
wide and rolled over onto her side to accept his cock as he pushed into her
warm and wet mouth.

   Locks of her golden hair fell over her face and Jithros lifted them out
of the way, wanting to see the motion of her cheeks as she began to move
her head up and down his cock.  Panting loudly, he sat back and pulled her
onto her knees, her mouth still sucking hungrily at his cock.  He watched
as her head bobbed over his crotch as she knelt before him, the rounded
curves of her ass sticking in the air as her upper body moved slowly up and
down.

   Jithros debated whether he should try to savor the exquisite pleasure
that the elf woman was giving him or to come quickly and enjoy her as many
different times as possible.  Deciding on the latter, he ran his hands
through her incredibly soft hair and took her head in his hands.  Hoping he
wouldn't hurt her too badly, he began to push her head down on his cock. 
To his surprise, the elf woman barely gagged as his thick cock pushed back
into her throat.  Groaning in pleasure, he began to thrust his cock upwards
as he forced her down, each time pushing his cock deep into her throat.

   Laurana's head spun as Tanis forced his cock deep into her throat, being
more forceful and demanding than she could remember.  Her nostrils flared
as she struggled to breathe as he pulled his cock out of her throat.  She
began to whimper, wishing he would put his cock to use somewhere else, as
her quim became unbearably wet.  Squeezing her thighs together in a vain
attempt to satisfy herself, she was surprised when he came in her throat.
His hands tightened painfully in her hair as he pushed his hips up and
forced her head down onto his cock, leaving his cock in her throat as his
come spurted.  He was acting so strangely, Laurana managed to think,
usually he likes it when I taste it.

   Jithros pulled his cock from the elf woman's throat and let loose a
final spatter of come in her mouth, watching with lust crazed eyes as she
swallowed it eagerly and let his cock fall from her lips, shining with her
saliva.  More roughly than he normally would be, he spun her around so that
the perfect curves of her ass pointed towards him.  He smiled lustfully and
slapped her bottom once, delighting in her loud gasp, before kneeling
behind her and pressing his cock to her quim.  To his surprise she lifted
her ass higher and moved backward, inviting him to mount her.

   The minotaur wasted no time in doing so, grasping the elf around her
slim waist and pulling her back onto his cock.  She yelled loudly in
pleasure and arched her back to force him deeper into her body.  "Tanis,
yess!  Harder!" she panted, so loud that he looked back at Mitos to see if
he had awakened.  Worried that the older minotaur might demand the elf
woman for himself if he did awake, Jithros snatched a handkerchief he had
found in the elf woman's things and stuffed it into her mouth, muffling her
cries effectively.

   Laurana whimpered in pleasure as Tanis pounded into her, his hands
gripping her waist tightly as he pulled her back onto his cock.  Her cheek
lay pressed against the dirt of the clearing as she pushed her ass back
onto him.  He was being so rough for today's game, she thought.  She
briefly wondered where their games would take them as he increased his
tempo, his crotch pounding against the cheeks of her ass.

   Tanis usually liked to pretend he was a highborn elven lord and that she
was a human girl he would ravish.  He seemed to take particular joy out of
making her ask for his cock, but with her mouth stuffed full of her
handkerchief, she was unable to oblige him.  Laurana's thoughts were cut
off as she felt Tanis' hands move from her waist to her hanging breasts,
kneading and fondling them in time with his thrusts.  She groaned in
pleasure and pushed back onto his cock as best she could, her hands
tightening and straining against the leather thongs that bound them behind
her back.  Laurana screamed into her gag as Tanis moved one hand down her
sweat slick belly to her clit and began to rub it firmly.  His fingers slid
and danced over it, occasionally moving further down to rub the lips of her
quim before rubbing again at her clit.  She closed her eyes and let out
another muffled cry as she came, tightening and spasming around his madly
pumping cock.

   Jithros was unable to contain himself as the elf woman came furiously.
He leaned back and roared in pleasure as he yanked her back against his
crotch, their flesh smacking loudly together.  Every muscle in his body
tensed as he rammed his cock deep into her and came, his come shooting into
her and filling her to the point of overflowing.  Exhausted, he fell onto
his side, the elf woman still pressed against his chest as he idly ran his
hands over her breasts.

   Laurana spat the handkerchief out of her mouth and licked her lips
contentedly as she pressed her back against Tanis' chest.  Strange, she had
never noticed how much hairier than other elves he was.
Dragonlance: An Encounter With Minotaurs, Pt.  2







   This story contains scenes of an exceptionally graphic and brutal nature
depicting a gang-rape.  Please, please do not read this story if the
slightest dislike of rape stories is in your mind.  This is mean, nasty
stuff.  Comments, criticisms, questions, or requests should be posted to
the message board or sent to kaiv@post.com.





   Laurana woke to the smell of earth and animal sweat.  She blinked
rapidly, trying to clear her blurred vision and gradually made out her
surroundings.  She was in a cabin or hut of some sort, furnished roughly
and floored in dirt.  Directly ahead of her as she sat up was a long piece
of fabric that served as a door.

   She felt a twinge of fear tug at her heart as she wondered if she had
been captured by the Dragonarmy, but that was dispelled as she took a
closer look at her surroundings.  They were built too large for any but the
tallest human to use comfortably and much too large for an elf.  She tried
to piece together the clues and determine where she was, coming to a
conclusion that left her heart racing.

   "Oh no," she whispered, "minotaurs." She choked back a moan of fear as
childhood tales of what minotaurs did to elves that they captured trickled
back into her memory.  Back then she had been told that minotaurs ate elves
and especially bad little girls.  All her life she had had an unreasonable
and paralyzing fear of the creatures.  Over the years she had heard
different stories from her companions and those elves who traveled outside
the forest realm of the Qualinesti.  Laurana shivered as she remembered the
stories that the adults told to each other, about the unlucky elf woman who
had been taken by a roving band of minotaurs.  They had- Laurana stopped
the thought.  If she dwelled on what had happened to that woman, she would
never get out of here before it happened to her.





   ***







   Jithros wiped his wands with a rag after washing them, eying the platter
of food and sweets he had collected.  They were the best in the village and
had cost him dearly, leaving him in debt to Kazar the smith and Orza the
shaman.  But he hoped with them he could convince the elf woman to leave
her current master and stay with him.  He would prefer to have her stay
willingly, he had no idea if she was too delicate to be taken by force and
didn't want to risk losing the sweetest bed partner he ever had.

   The minotaur shuddered in remembered pleasure as he reached for the
platter and started towards the back of his cabin where the elf still
slept. Of all the women of all the races he had coupled with, she had been
the best.  Her skin was so soft, feeling like the satins that he had once
guarded for a rich human merchant.  Her hair was like a warm cloud that
smelled of flowers.  Last night, after he they had arrived back at the
village, he had just lain next to her after he had finished, his muzzle
buried in her hair.  His mind full of fantasies and hopes, he stepped
through the curtain into the bedroom, not noticing the dagger at his neck
until he walked forward and nearly cut his own throat.

   "Who do you serve, minotaur?" Laurana asked in a harsh whisper as she
held the dagger to the minotaur's throat.  It was a risky maneuver, he was
much taller than her and she had to reach to get the dagger to his throat.
If he was brave enough to try to jerk away...





   ***







   Motos looked up from the bundle he was securing to the cart's bed
towards Jithros' cabin at the sound of a loud crash.  Around him in the
village square, the other inhabitants were assembling their belongings on
an assortment of wagons, cart's, and pack animals.  Most were minotaurs
like him, but there were a few of other races who had drifted in over the
years, seeking a place where they weren't hunted or despised.

   They weren't nomads, but with the very real possibility of a war
occurring just over the range of hills to the east, moving was the best
option.  Luckily for the villagers, most were minotaurs and could carry
loads that would crush a human.  At least nothing would be left behind but
the empty shells of the cabins and houses.  Most of the crops had also been
taken in already, leaving only a few late rising crops behind.

   "Motos!  Where's that student of yours?" Orza shouted as he stomped
across the village square.  "Get him and his captive, we need to get moving
soon!  The women have already left."

   Motos grunted and nodded his acknowledgement.  Student, he thought. 
Jithros wasn't much of a student now, too young and hot-headed to listen to
what those more knowledgeable had to say.  Motos supposed he should take
the elf concubine away from Jithros and hand her over to the elders, that
was what custom stated should be done.  At the very least, it would get her
away from the almost legendary lusts of the young minotaur.  Although, he
couldn't say he cared what Jithros did with the elf as long as it didn't
disturb the other villagers.  He didn't much care what happened to any elf,
for that matter.  But he obeyed and walked over to Jithros' cabin, stopping
to take a drink from the town well before entering.





   ***







   Jithros couldn't believe what he was seeing.  The sweet elven concubine
had turned on him and was standing over his kneeling body with a dagger at
his neck.  How could someone look so sweet and be so menacing?

   "Well, minotaur, who do you serve?" Laurana asked again, anger coloring
her voice.  She had the sneaking suspicion that her vivid dream of Tanis
wasn't so much a dream and her lack of clothing was making an unsavory
possibility very likely.  "Who?" she emphasized her words with pressure on
the dagger, pinking the minotaur's thick hide.

   "The village elders," the minotaur said carefully, his hands still
raised over his head.  "Sweet-"

   "Shut up!" Laurana hissed as she heard the front door of the cabin open.

   "Jithros!" she heard another minotaur yell.  "Finish up with the woman,
we need to get moving soon.  I hope you're enjoying yourself," There was
the sound of a chair scraping over the dirt and a thump.  "We can't afford
to take her with us anyway, it could be a while before we find another site
as good as this one and food may be scarce.  Jithros?" Laurana looked
around frantically, her hair whipping over the Jithros' face, searching for
another exit, and unaware of the quiet moan of pleasure that he gave as her
hair slid over his muzzle.

   "Jithros?" the other minotaur said.  Laurana heard him rise and walk
towards the curtain.  "Jithros, what are you doing-"

   Motos stopped when he pulled back the curtain and saw Jithros kneeling
in the dirt with the elf concubine behind him with a dagger to his neck. 
"What is going on here?" he asked.

   "Who are you?" the elf woman asked.

   "I am Motos of Stervah's Village.  Who are you?"

   "I'm asking the questions for now, where am I?"

   "Stervah's Village, it's-"

   "How far from the Dragonarmy camp?"

   "About a day's ride."

   "I want my horse and my armor, n-" She was interrupted by the crack of a
gourd flying through the curtain and smashing on the floor.  Laurana
clamped her mouth shut and dove for the door, trying to slip by the
minotaur and away from the gas.  Behind her she heard the smaller minotaur
fall to the ground.  The larger one grabbed at her and caught her bare
ankle as she jumped past him, pulling her to the ground as he fell. 
Laurana struggled to kick off his hand, trying not to breath the cloud of
gas wafting around her.  Her lungs burning, she was forced to suck in the
gas and felt herself falling, asleep before she hit the ground.





   ***







   She woke to the sounds of distant conversation and a fire.  Her head
pounding, she rolled onto her side and looked out through the bars of a
makeshift cage of wooden fence slats.  A good distance away she saw the
sitting forms of minotaurs gathered around a fire, eating and conversing.
She shuddered as she heard them talking about how to treat their new `pet'.

   Laurana sat up wearily, taking note that she was still naked although
there was a pile of thick blankets on the bottom of the cage.  She gathered
them around her, cursing the minotaurs for reducing her to the status of a
pet, and examined her surroundings more carefully.

   Apparently the cage was on the back of an open bedded wagon parked some
distance away from the main fires of the camp.  The forest was thinner than
it had been when she had first ridden into it, it showed signs of becoming
the sparser grasslands to the south.

   "You're awake," a form she recognized as the younger minotaur said as he
walked over.  He was standing outside the cage holding a large platter of
food and appeared oddly solicitous, as if he was waiting on an important
person.  "Eat up.  You'll need your strength."

   Laurana studied him, her eyes going from the tips of his horns to the
cloven hooves of his feet.  "What do you want from me?" she finally said.

   "Just eat, pet," he said passing the platter under the cage's door. 
"I'm Jithros.  What's your name?"

   "Laurana," Laurana answered, wondering if the gamble of telling him her
name was worth it.  If he was allied with her forces she'd be let go, but
if he was allied with the Dragonarmy...

   She watched him closely for a sign of recognition as she ate, picking at
the vegetables and and slices of what looked like some sort of game hen,
while he stared back.  Her brows furrowed as she saw him smile and lick his
lips, his eyes going from the bare skin of her legs to the swell of her
breasts under the blanket.  Laurana shifted nervously and tried to pull as
much of her body as she could under the blankets.  Grinning at her attempts
to hide herself, the minotaur reached through the slats of the cage and
stroked her hair posessively.  Laurana froze, her heart pounding as he ran
his hand through her hair.  Everything but a gut wrenching fear fled from
her mind, leaving her unable to do anything as he ran his hand down the
side of her face.  When his hand finally retreated through the slats of the
cage it felt as if a weight had been lifted from her, allowing her at last
to move and thnk.

   The touch along with his lecherous stare, and her throbbing headache,
was too much for Laurana's now fragile temper.  "What do you want, you
stupid cow?  Get away from me, by the Abyss!" she snapped shrilly realizing
too late that gravely insulting her captors was not a good idea.  She
watched the minotaur closely and was surprised to see that he seemed more
smug than angry as he stood up and stalked back towards the fire.





   ***







   "How's your pet doing?" Motos said, only half-joking, as Jithros walked
up to the fire and sat down.  His head was still aching from the gas he had
sucked in.  He supposed he should thank Orza for his quick thinking in
averting a possible crisis, but the throbbing in his head inclined him
against that.

   "She's fine," Jithros said morosely, his head aching after the elf had
screamed at him.

   "What's the matter?" Erzak, another minotaur about Jithros' age asked.
"Thought you'd be happier now that you've got a sweet little pet."

   "With claws," Tirkas said.  He was slightly older than Jithros and had
just begun training to be a warrior.  "I heard about how she grabbed your
dagger."

   "What's her name anyway?" Motos asked while he finished off his food and
set down his plate.

   "Laurana," Jithros said.

   Motos sat up straighter, careful to hide his surprise from the others.
Could she really be the Golden General?  If she was, the Dragonarmy would
pay a fortune for her, enough so that he could stop wandering around with
this village.  On the other hand, so would her army.

   There was quiet for the next few minutes as a large jug of homebrewed
whisky was passed around.  Normally the minotaurs wouldn't drink so much,
but the strain of moving had taken its toll on them.  Not to mention the
fact that all the women had left earlier and were camped over the next hill
range, leaving the youngbloods with nothing but their hands to amuse
themselves with later.

   "I hate elves," Jithros said, his voice a little wobbly from too much of
the homebrew.  "They think they're better than everyone else, especially if
you look different."

   "Humans ain't even as bad as them," Erzak said morosely.  "At least the
humans hate everyone who ain't human.  They're, they're-"

   "Fair," finished Tirkas.  "They don't go around saying how they believe
everyone is equal and should be treated fairly then run you off your land."

   Laurana pulled the blankets over her head and huddled down in the bottom
of the cage, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible and hoping that the
minotaurs would be passing out soon before they remembered they had an elf
to take out their frustrations on.  A childhood fear of minotaurs was
creeping back to her, making her nervous and stopping any chance at
rational thought.  She thought she had gotten over her fear decades ago,
but it was coming back with a vengeance.

   "-Snooty damn elves.  I like humans," Erzak said, his voice slurring. 
"Maybe we should go sign up with the Dragonarmy, there ain't no elves
there."

   "You're a stupid cow," Motos said drunkenly, "you think they'd treat you
any better?  You'd just be fodder to feed to the Knights."

   "Cow.  She called us cows," Jithros said suddenly.

   "Who?" Erzak asked.

   "Lau- Lau- Laurana," Jithros managed to say.

   "Who's that?"

   "My pet," Jithros said and stood shakily.  Laurana lay as still as
possible under the blankets as she heard him stomp over to the cage.  It
was like she was back in her childhood room, huddling under the blankets
while she waited for the monsters she saw in the shadows to go away.  "Wake
up!" he roared, slamming his hand into the side of the cage and rocking the
wagon.

   Laurana bit her lip and hoped that he'd run out of steam soon.  If he
decided that he was going to take her by force, there wasn't much she could
do.  The minotaur's skin was so tough that she had had trouble cutting it
with his dagger, much less biting or scratching him.  That left his eyes,
but they were set deeply in his skull and surrounded by a ridge of bone
that made it hard to get at them.  No, Laurana thought with a sinking
feeling in her stomach, if they try something, I won't be able to stop
them. She would give anything if only the minotaurs were something else. 
Draconians, hobgoblins, humans, anything but minotaurs.

   "You don't have a pet," Erzak said with a laugh as he walked over to the
cage and looked at the pile of blankets on the floor.  "There's no one in
there."

   "Yes there is," Jithros said angrily, reaching through the slats to pull
the blankets off.  Erzak and the other minotaurs who had wandered over
grunted appreciatively at the sight before them.  Laurana had to work hard
to stifle the scream that wanted to fly from her throat as she was
uncovered.  One of the minotaurs hooted appreciatively at the sight of her
bare breasts and stomach.

   Laurana scooted away from them, trying as best she could to cover
herself with her hands and arms.  Her heart began to thud against her chest
as she saw the group of minotaurs gathering outside the cage, each one of
them stinking of whiskey and with easily apparent erections.

   "I'm sorry, I didn't know what I was saying," she stammered out, feeling
her usual calm and control slipping away at the sight of so many hostile
minotaurs.  "I'm very sorry, sincerely sorry." Her eyes widened as the one
called Jithros moved around to the cage door and opened the lock.  "No,
please, I'm sorry!  I'm sorry!" she yelled as he reached in and grabbed for
her.  She managed to avoid his drunken groping for a few moments before he
leaned into the cage and caught her firmly around the ankles.

   Laurana tried not to scream and show her fear as the minotaur dragged
her from the cage and hoisted her in his arms.  She was trying desperately
to maintain the calm composure of the Golden General, but the presence of
so many obviously wanting to abuse her in the worst way filled her mind
with a terror she had never felt before.  "Please!  Please don't!" she
begged, hating the way her voice sounded as she was carried towards the
fire.

   Her hair shone in the firelight as the minotaur let her drop to the
ground, loose strands hanging over her face as she struggled to compose
herself.  For a moment she managed to regain her composure and felt her
heart slowing.  But then she saw Jithros carrying over a stool and rope
with an evil grin recognizable even on his distinctly unelven face.

   "What are you planning to do to me?" Laurana asked, managing to project
some of the cool self-assurance that she needed as the Golden General.  She
felt the facade of calm she wore crumbling as Jithros just laughed and set
the stool down in front of her.  She gasped in surprise as he grabbed her
hair and yanked her up and over the stool, laying her on it on her stomach.

   Before she could react, more hands grabbed her arms and pulled them
behind her back, quickly tying them with rope as others tied her to the
stool.  Laurana began to sweat nervously, her hair falling in a curtain
over her face to trail in the dirt.  She became acutely aware of how
vulnerable she was, on her knees bent over a stool and helpless to defend
herself.  Laurana bit her lip shook uncontrollably as she saw a minotaur
step up to her right side.

   Jithros approached the elf woman bent over and tied in front of the
fire, studying the soft curves of her back and ass, his eyes raking over
her slender waist and her long legs.  Her skin seemed almost to glow in the
crackling light of the fire, her hair seemed to be molten gold.  He reached
out and gathered her hair in one hand, savoring its softness before he
pulled her head back with it, grinning at her pained gasp.  He held her
hair in his left hand, using his right to reach under her and squeeze her
right breast.

   "You should have been there the night we found her," he said, squeezing
her breast harder until she moaned in pain.  "She was a whore, she begged
me to fuck her." He grinned widely as Laurana shook her head in protest and
began to say something.

   "No, I didn't mea-" she began, only to be silenced by a tug on her hair.

   "Let's show her how what type of cows we are," Jithros said with another
sharp tug on her hair.

   Laurana closed her eyes as Jithros moved closer to her and let go of her
hair, letting her head fall forward again.  She moaned as he began to knead
both her breasts, his rough fingers squeezing and jerking on her nipples.
She choked back a sob as she realized what he was doing, he was miming how
a farmer might milk his cows.  Her horror grew as she felt her nipples
hardening under his rough touch and the first twinge of excitement in her
quim.

   "No, please," Laurana begged as Jithros lay under her and began to suck
on her breasts.  She began to struggle against the rope tying her to the
stool, unaware that her struggles merely excited the watching minotaurs
more as her breasts began to sway.

   "Someone quiet her," Jithros said around a mouthful of Laurana's sweet
flesh.  He bit down on her nipple, causing her to gasp in pain.

   Laurana moaned as another minotaur grabbed her hair and lifted her head
until she was staring at his fully erect cock.  Her eyes widened at the
sight of it and terror overcame her as she realized what he planned to do.
"Oh gods, no!  Pleas-" her cries were cut off as the minotaur roughly
pushed his cock into her mouth, groaning as her tongue slid over the bottom
of his shaft.  She struggled furiously, rocking and nearly overturning the
stool, as she tried to get away from the minotaurs surrounding her.  She
grunted as the minotaur in front of her cuffed her sharply and tugged on
her hair until she groaned in pain.

   Laurana sobbed and felt tears welling up in her eyes as she felt the
minotaur push deeper into her mouth, his cock pressing against the back of
her throat and nearly making her gag.  She turned her deep blue eyes up
towards him, pleading for mercy and hating the weakness that drove her to
it.  The minotaur just stared back at her and grinned.

   Laurana's scream was muffled by the minotaur's cock as he buried his
hands in her hair and pushed his cock down her throat.  She squirmed
desperately, twisting her head from side to side in a futile attempt to
escape the invasion.  Tears ran down her face as the minotaur pressed her
lips into its bush of pubic hair, stroking her hair as her throat clenched
around his cock.

   Laurana gave a choked and muffled sob as the minotaur pulled back until
only his cockhead remained in her mouth.  Crying softly, she resigned
herself to her fate and began to minister to the minotaur's cock, hoping
that he would finish quickly and end her ordeal.

   "She likes it," the minotaur said as her tongue began to slide around
the swollen head of his cock before running down the bottom of his shaft.
Laurana felt anger rising within her but this was soon overtaken by fear as
another minotaur knelt behind her, his calloused hands rubbing and fondling
the perfect curve of her ass.  The cock in her mouth forgotten, she
strained to see what he was doing, blinking rapidly to clear her eyes of
the sweat trickling down her face.

   Her attention was jerked back to the minotaur in front of her as he
resumed his rough penetration of her throat.  Laurana closed her eyes and
tried not to give them the further satisfaction of hearing her scream again
as he slapped his crotch against her lips.

   She was unable to follow her resolution as the minotaur kneeling behind
her spread her thighs and drove his cock into her quim.  Her body jerked in
pain at the rough entrance, her hands clutching and tugging at the ropes
that bound them.  She heard laughing around her as both minotaurs began to
thrust into her, their ragged motions jerking her forward and backward and
rocking the stool she was tied to.

   The one in her mouth began to pump more rapidly into her, tugging on her
golden hair with each thrust.  She could hear his ragged breathing and knew
with dreadful clarity that he was close to coming.

   "You think we're cows, elf?" the minotaur said, his voice full of
contempt and scorn.  "Well here, have some milk!"

   Laurana moaned as he rammed himself down her throat and began to twitch,
his cock spewing his seed into her.  She cried in humiliation as he pulled
out of her throat and began to spray his seed into her mouth, quickly
filling it to the limit and pinching her nose shut to force her to swallow
it.  Reluctantly, she swallowed, feeling the minotaur's thick come sliding
down her throat.

   Laurana coughed, the minotaur's seed running down her chin, as he
withdrew his cock from her mouth.  She jerked back when he shot a last
splatter of his seed onto her cheek.  Laurana looked around herself with
tear filled eyes, cursing her weakness and praying for some sort of miracle
to end this torment.

   "No," she murmured as Jithros left her breasts and moved up before her.
Behind her the minotaur was still relentlessly pounding into her quim.  To
her great shame she felt herself gradually moistening and easing his
entrance.  "No!  Let me go!  I'm the-" Whatever it was that she planned to
say was cut off as Jithros pushed into her mouth, filling it again with the
rock hard flesh of his cock.  She realized that her dream of Tanis hadn't
been a dream at all, but had been this one taking advantage of her as she
lay asleep.  Her fury winning out over her terror, she bit down as hard as
she could.

   Hoping to hear his agonized scream, Laurana's heart sank when he only
gave a grunt of discomfort.  The skin on his cock was as tough as it was on
the rest of his body.  Her goal was partly achieved as he grew tired of
trying to force his cock deeper into her and pulled out of her mouth with a
parting cuff to her head.

   "You liked it last night," he said, seething with fury as he glared at
her angry, defiant, and scared face.  "You're going to regret that!" he
spat, filling Laurana with the sudden fear that he would find worse things
to inflict on her than accepting his cock into her mouth.

   She winced as the minotaur behind her bent over her body, crushing the
breath from her as he pinned her to the stool, and reached around to cup
her breasts.  She groaned, tossing her head from side to side in futile
denial, as she felt his hands gently rubbing her breasts and further
arousing her traitor body.  The stool groaned under their combined weight
as the rope tying her to it chafed against the soft skin of her lower back.

   The minotaur's breath was hot and fast in her ear as he squeezed her
breasts tightly and began to rapidly thrust into her, obviously near his
own climax.  Laurana shook her head, trying to keep her body from reacting
to him and further moistening her quim.  Too late she realized that her
grudging acceptance of the cock in her mouth had taken her concentration
away from controlling her body.  Now, freed of the restraints she had
placed on it, it was reacting to the minotaur's rape in a humiliating
fashion.

   Laurana could feel her skin flushing as the minotaur rapidly pounded
into her, her quim now so slick that he had no trouble.  She gritted her
teeth together and hung her head in shame as he grunted and roared his
climax, thrusting into her hard enough to tilt the stool dangerously far
forward.

   She stared at the ground listlessly as the minotaur pulled out of her
and collapsed on the far side of the fire.  A small shudder ran through her
body as she felt his seed dripping down the inside of her thigh.  How many
more?  she wondered, clenching her eyes shut as more tears threatened to
pour down her face.

   This was like some horrible perversion of the games she and Tanis had
played.  She had known that, no matter how much he yelled or what he said
while she was tied up, that he would never, could never hurt her.  That
safeness and familiarity was what had made the games exciting as they
played at doing things forbidden.  She whimpered softly as she pined for
his gentle touch and the knowledge that after the game was over they could
both lie under heavy comforters and cuddle until they fell asleep.

   "I think she's learned her lesson," Motos said as he watched the quietly
weeping elf girl.

   "No!" Jithros roared, his voice filled with drunken fury.  Motos
wondered what exactly Jithros felt, what would make him so bent on seeing
the elf humiliated?  "The slut will pay for insulting us!"

   Motos watched as Jithros moved over the elf and slapped her hard on the
bottom.  Her skin gleamed with a thin sheen of sweat, both her's and the
minotaur's who had fucked her.  Her golden hair lay plastered to her back
with a few loose tendrils stuck to her face or trailing in the dirt.  Her
blue eyes were rimmed with red from her crying and her cheek was still
covered with the sticky remnants of the minotaur's seed.  For a moment,
Motos almost felt sorry for her, especially after Jithros grabbed the
cheeks of her bottom and squeezed them until she moaned in pain.

   "She sucked my cock and swallowed my seed like a trained whore," Jithros
was saying as he continued to fondle her bottom, occasionally slapping a
cheek hard enough to leave an angry red mark.  "She got on her knees and
begged me to take her from behind like a bitch.  She thought I was her
master and called me by his name.  I want you to call me Tanis, whore."

   Laurana's gut churned as she felt sick.  Her shame was so great at that
moment that she would have accepted death.  How could she have done such
things for him?  And now he wanted her to call him Tanis.

   "No," she said softly, knowing that she was inviting further cruelties
by this drunken minotaur.

   "You will, whore!" Jithros yelled, leaning over to take one of her
nipples between his thumb and finger.  "Call me Tanis!"

   "No!" Laurana screamed.  She screamed again as he cruelly pinched her
nipple, smashing it between his fingers and twisting it until the pain
became unbearable.  She sobbed in pain as he did the same to her other
nipple, with each pinch ordering her to call him Tanis.  Finally, half out
of her mind, she did.  "Tanis, please stop!  Please!" she wailed, sobbing
and crying in shame as he stopped and stroked her hair like he would a pet.

   "Jithros, I think you should leave her alone.  It's one thing to enjoy
her, it's another to hurt her," Motos said.  He didn't care if the snooty
elf bitch got stuffed with cock, something she probably needed, but he
couldn't stand by and watch her tortured.

   "Be silent!" Jithros roared, his eyes red and maddened.  Motos recoiled,
the younger minotaur had worked himself into a rage.  Nothing but time or
death would bring him down from it, until then he was perfectly capable of
killing anyone who stood in his way.  Despite his years of experience in
advance of Jithros, Motos knew that attempting to stop him would be
tantamount to suicide, even if he was willing to kill the minotaur for the
sake of an elven whore, which he wasn't.

   Laurana's mind was in a daze from the effect of what had happened.  She
could barely think, barely move, as Jithros nuzzled her sweaty hair with
his muzzle and spread the cheeks of her ass.  She dimly realized that he
was going to do something to her that she hadn't even allowed Tanis to do
and began to struggle.  Exhausted as she was, her struggles did nothing
except rubbing her body against the minotaur's and further inflaming his
lust.

   "Don't, please.  I'll do anything else for you," she moaned.  She
waited, her body tense with fear and anticipation, as Jithros moved his
cock up to press against her ass.  She began to whimper in terror, begging
him to stop, promising to do anything and everything else if only he would
stop.  A part of Laurana's mind was filled with shame and humiliation as it
observed her making a pathetic spectacle of herself.  But most of her was
only concerned with the dreadful threat of the minotaur's cock.  It was a
nightmare straight from her childhood.  Only her nightmares had never been
this bad.  Minotaurs surrounded her, their beastly faces laughing and
smiling at her plight while another prepared to violate her in the most
painful way she could imagine.

   Laurana's pleas were for naught as she screamed in pain.  The minotaur's
cock seemed horrifically large as it pushed at her ass, stretching her to
the limit as it slowly penetrated her.  She thrashed from side to side,
trying to avoid the inexorable push of Jithros' cock to no avail.  Laurana
screamed even louder as the head of his cock entered her.

   She was near fainting as Jithros grabbed her hips and jerked her
backwards onto his cock.  But just before she would faint, he would stop
and let her slowly adjust to his cock until the pain faded to a bearable
agony.  Then he would thrust another few inches into her and stop, each
time seeming to savor her screams and gasping sobs.  After what seemed an
eternity, he was hilted in her, his crotch pressed against the silky skin
of her ass.

   Jithros hunched over his victim, toying with her hair and sniffing it as
he savored the feel of her tight around his cock and listened to her
crying. Alcohol and rage burned through his brain as he wrapped his hands
around her waist and jerked himself almost completely out of her, only to
thrust back in at the last moment.  His going was slightly easier this time
after stretching her out with his initial penetration, but judging from her
wails, the elf woman did not find the same to be true of her.  With a
grunt, he began to slowly pump in and out of her,watching her hands as her
fingernails dug into her palms almost to the point of drawing blood and the
muscles in her neck tensed as she tossed her head back to scream.

   One hand still on her waist, he reached up and grabbed her hair.  He
tugged it back cruelly and leaned forward until his muzzle slid along the
elf woman's cheek.  Laughing cruelly his turned her head and kissed her as
he fucked her ass, watching as he eyes went glazed with pain and fear. 
Nearly there, he let her head drop and began to ram himself into her,
watching as she shook her head in futile denial of what was happening. 
With a last roar, he climaxed, his seed shooting deep into her ass while he
listened to her agonized cry of shame and humiliation.





   ***







   Laurana woke in the cage, her entire body sore, especially between her
legs and her bottom.  For a moment she wondered how many of the creatures
had taken her after she had fainted from the pain.  She could feel the
crusted remains of minotaur come on her face and thighs and shuddered in
fear and revulsion as she tried to wipe it away with a corner of one of the
blankets.  The sun had risen high in the sky but the camp still showed no
signs of moving.  The minotaurs lay sprawled around the remains of their
fire, in a deep slumber induced by alcohol and activity.  Sitting up
weakly, she wondered what the day would bring.

   Comments, questions, compliments, or criticisms, to kaiv@post.com.

   An Encounter With Minotaurs, Pt.  3

   Story Codes: (M (draconian)/F (elf), n/c)

   Laurana swore quietly as she wiggled the long splinter of wood in the
crude lock keeping her in the cage.  This wasn't her area of expertise, if
Tas had been here he could have opened the crude lock in a few seconds. 
She had been trying for the better part of an hour.

   Wiping the sweat from her brow, she leaned back on the blankets in her
cage and stared at the slats making the walls.  Shaking her head at her
stupidity, she began to apply pressure to the slats with her hands.  They
were quickly nailed into place, meant to keep her from escaping without
drawing notice but no barrier to a determined prisoner.  Grunting, she
leaned back and began to kick the slats, feeling them move slightly.  She
kept her eyes on the sleeping minotaurs, watching carefully for any sign of
their awakening.  Grinning in triumph, she finally kicked out enough slats
to wiggle through.

   She dropped to the ground silently and reached back to grab blanket to
drape around herself.  A few seconds later she was creeping towards her
tethered horse and equipment.  She was reaching out to grab her sword when
a heavy hand dropped on her shoulder and spun her around.

   The older minotaur, Motos, was standing there, very much awake and not
appearing in the least bit intoxicated.  She kicked at his groin and tried
to lunge for her sword but he managed to twist his hip to take her blow and
jerked her off the ground.

   "Trying to escape, General?" he asked as she kicked and twisted as he
held her by the shoulders above the ground.  "The Dragonarmy is willing to
pay handsomely for you, Laurana," he grunted as he turned her around and
crushed her against his chest, one hand covering her mouth.  Grinning to
himself, he untied the horse and began to lead it away into the forest back
towards the village.





   ***









   Laurana struggled as Motos began to tie her wrists together, straddling
her thrashing body and pinning her to the ground.  She made a desperate try
to rake out his eyes but he easily caught her hands.  Her struggles slowly
weakened as she tired, still exhausted from the ordeal of last night.

   "My army will pay for my return," she said, panting for breath as Motos
stood and hauled her to her feet.

   "I'm sure they would.  But then I wouldn't get the satisfaction of
knowing that you're the prisoner of the Dragonarmy.  Gods, I hope what they
do to you makes last night seem like gentle kiss," he said.

   "Why do you hate me so much?" Laurana asked as Motos let her get to her
knees.

   "Why?  Why?  Because your kind drove my family from our village just
because they thought we were getting too close to their kingdom!  My wife
and children died from starvation after they chased us off!" Motos snarled.
"Now, you're going to pay."

   Laurana shuddered as Motos ran his hands over her naked body, squeezing
and fondling her breasts before pushing her down to the ground.  She
watched as he stripped off his loincloth and stood over her, knowing with a
horrible certainty exactly what he was planning.

   She winced as he roughly tied her wrists with a long length of rope and
pulled her back to her feet.  She kicked futilely as he lifted her arms up
and slid the rope over a tree branch, leaving her standing on her tiptoes
with her arms stretched above her head.  Laurana glared at Motos when he
laughed appreciatively and slid his rough hand up her side to cup her right
breast.

   He stood and admired her body, the way her breasts rode high up on her
chest, the graceful curves of her waist and hips, her long, slender legs,
and the fine bush of golden hair between her thighs.  Laurana shuddered
when he licked his lips and squeezed her breast hard enough to make her
gasp.

   "You are going to pay," he whispered into her ear as he walked around
behind her.  Laurana struggled to turn as he disappeared from her line of
sight.  Her eyes widened when she heard him break off a tree branch.

   "What are you doing?" she said in quiet dread as he swished the branch
back and forth behind her.

   "Preparing your punishment," the minotaur said with barely contained
glee.

   Laurana barely suppressed a yelp when his hand smacked against her ass.
He moved his other hand around to her stomach to steady her as spanked her
again.  This time Laurana did yelp, much to the minotaur's amusement.  She
bit her lower lip as he picked up the pace, smacking her harder each time.
Laurana began to swing forward with each blow, her breasts jutting out
wantonly before Motos pulled her back to spank her again.

   The golden haired elf blinked back tears of pain as the spanking
continued for what seemed an eternity.  When Motos finally stopped she
could feel her bottom burning.  Laurana moaned softly when Motos ran his
rough hand over her bottom, his callouses scraping against her tender skin
painfully.

   Laurana sighed in relief when Motos stepped back and away from her. 
Maybe he was finally done?  she hoped as she her body slumped.  Her only
warning of what happened next was the shrill whistling of the switch as
Motos whipped it across her bottom.  Laurana screamed in pain, her entire
body jerking in the rope, her legs flailing as she tried to get away.

   She could hear Motos laughing as he switched her bottom again.  With
each switch she barely managed to keep from screaming.  Her eyes were
streaming tears but she refused to cry out as Motos continued to whip her
with the thin branch.  Drops of sweat and tears slid down her face to
splash across her heaving breasts, coating them in a thin sheen of moisture
that glistened in the sun as Motos finally stopped his assault.

   "Did you enjoy that, elf whore?" Motos said smugly into her ear as he
stepped up behind her.  Laurana whimpered when he caressed her bottom with
his rough hands and slid the switch up between her legs.  He pressed the
tip of the branch against her sore quim, rubbing it back and forth, chafing
her sensitive and delicate skin with its bark.  "Did you?" he asked loudly
as he moved his other hand up her flank and cupped her left breast, his
fingers pinching and rolling her nipple.

   Laurana closed her eyes and remained silent, awaiting whatever torment
Motos would devise next.  Her eyes flew open when she felt his steel hard
cock pressing against the small of her back.  She bit her trembling lower
lip as he slid his cock across the soft skin of her back and down to the
crack of her ass.  Her heart skipped a beat when he slid his cock across
the screaming skin of her bottom and down between her legs.  "Did that get
you wet?" Motos snarled as he rubbed his cock against her quim.

   Laurana gasped loudly when Motos shoved himself into her, his cock
cruelly spreading her as he grabbed her hips and jerked her back towards
him.  She let out a low whimper as his crotch rubbed painfully against her
bottom, her face flushing in shame when she realized how weak she must
seem. She began to grunt softly, the air forced from her lungs with each of
Motos' vicious thrusts into her.  His cock plunged in and out of her quim,
forcing her to slowly moisten despite herself.

   "Ah, you like this," he grunted in between a particularly hard thrust
that sent Laurana lurching forward before he tugged her back.  She felt her
face redden further when she realized that body was betraying her as it
sought to reduce the discomfort caused by Motos' invading cock.

   "Go to the Abyss," she managed to gasp.

   Motos didn't respond with words.  He merely increased the speed and
force of his thrusts twofold.  Laurana was gasping, her voice high-pitched
and faint, with each of the minotaur's thrusts.  His hands tightened on her
hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, as he pounded away into her
quim.  Finally Laurana heard his breath rasping in her ear as he lifted her
body into the air by her thighs and began to drop her onto his cock.  She
turned her head and groaned in disgust when she felt his seed shooting deep
into her before it filled her to the limit and began to drip down her inner
thighs.

   She hung from the rope, her head down, as Motos pulled out of her
roughly and rubbed his oozing cock over her tender ass.  He grunted as he
pulled his loincloth back on and moved back around in front of her.

   "Don't think I'm done yet," he said with an evil grin.  "This is only
the beginning." Motos threw his head back and laughed loudly, his chest
shaking with mirth.  Laurana looked up at him and stared daggers as she
leaned back.  Her foot came up in a blurred arc before it smashed into his
balls.  Motos let out a high pitched whimper as he folded up on the ground.

   Laurana immediately began to work on the knots tying her wrists to the
ropes.  She had begun to work her right wrist free when a group of men in
dark armor rode out of the forest at a trot, crossbows and swords in hand.

   "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" the leader said with a broad
smile.  "You know," he said as he walked over to Laurana, "we have orders
not to molest the Golden General in any way.  But I don't think you're the
Golden General at all, the Golden General wouldn't be tied to a tree
fucking a cow."

   "Do we have any orders regarding prisoners?" another one said as Motos
was bound in chains and led back to a cage on wheels just emerging from the
forest.

   "No, we can use our own discretion," the leader said.  He smirked at
Laurana and reached up to stroke her hair.  His smirk broadened when she
jerked her head away and glared at him.  "Of course, if we did find the
Golden General we'd be well rewarded by the Highlord.  A shame that this
elf is just a camp whore."

   "So who are you?" the other soldier, a lieutenant, said as he walked
over and fondled Laurana's breasts.

   "I'm, I'm the Golden General," Laurana said slowly.  It wouldn't do her
any good to lie to the soldiers, she'd just be raped and taken back as a
prisoner before someone recognized her anyway.  At least this way she might
escape more abuse.

   "What?" the leader said incredulously.  "The Golden General was whoring
for a cow?  I can't believe that!" Laurana looked nervously at the other
soldiers who were going through her horse's saddlebags.  There were about
ten soldiers in all and she did not look forward to being used by each of
them.

   "Y-yes, I-" she started to say before she was interrupted by a whoop
from one of the soldiers searching her bags.

   "Look what I found!" he said triumphantly as he raised a piece of white
lace lingerie.  Laurana gasped in horror, she had been given a gift of
lingerie from some nobles in Kalaman after the liberation.  She had never
intended to wear it and had forgotten it in her bags.

   "Guess she really is a camp whore," the leader said with a grin.  "Oh
well, looks like we get to have her as a reward instead of a sack of steel
pieces."

   "No!  Wait, I am the Gol-mmph," Laurana was cut off when the leader
stuffed the lace panties her mouth.  She tried to spit the lingerie out but
was stopped when he tied it in place with the silk tie of a robe, another
gift from Kalaman.  Laurana shook her head desperately, her golden hair
flying around her face, trying to dislodge the panties.

   "So, who gets her first?" the leader asked, his hand on his chin. 
Laurana shook her head furiously and jerked futilely at the ropes keeping
her standing.

   "It would only be fair if the commanding officers got first crack at
her," the lieutenant said.

   "I guess that's you and me then," the leader said as he walked around
Laurana, his eyes raking over her naked and sweaty body.  "Front or back?"

   "Call it," the lieutenant said as he pulled a copper from his pouch and
flipped it.

   "Tails," the leader said.  "Tails it is," he said when the copper
landed. "I guess I get my choice.  Since her client seems to have used her
front already, I believe I'll take my pleasure from behind."

   "Mmmph, mmmph!" Laurana said, her head shaking as the leader stepped
behind her while the lieutenant stepped in front.  She whipped her head
back and forth as they opened their crotch pieces and pulled out already
stiff cocks.  No matter which way she moved they were there, their cocks
rubbing against her skin as they fondled her body.  "Mmmmphhh!" she
screamed into her gag as the leader spread her cheeks and pushed the head
of his cock into her ass.  It slowly penetrated her, each inch a terrible
pain to her.  Laurana's head tilted back as he grabbed her hair and jerked
backwards, his tongue licking the side of her neck as he used his other
hand to pull her onto his cock.

   "Mmrrghh!" Laurana groaned as the lieutenant knocked her legs apart with
his foot and pushed his cock into her quim.  He slid in easily, the mixed
moisture from Motos and herself allowing him to shove nearly his entire
length into her with one quick thrust.  Laurana moaned and gasped into her
gag as the two men worked together to shove their cocks deeper and deeper
into her until they were finally buried to the hilt within her.  Laurana
gasped for breath, her nostrils flaring as they began to fuck her, their
hips smashing into her as they used her for their own pleasure.

   Already humiliated by the soldiers' use of her, Laurana felt a further
wave of shame and horror when she saw that Motos was watching her abuse
with obvious glee.  He laughed and settled back to watch as two other
soldiers grabbed her legs and pulled them up into the air, dropping her
down onto the soldiers' cocks with a muffled scream.

   Laurana grunted, her face damp with sweat and her eyes closed, as her
legs were lifted higher, forcing her down onto the invading cocks and
making her shoulders burn with the strain of supporting her.  Her body
swung back and forth as the two men pounded into her, their grunts and
gasps of pleasure echoing in her ears.  She whimpered in shame when she
realized that Motos' seed and her own juices were letting the lieutenant
fuck her easily.  To her futher horror she realized that her body was
reacting to him and that she could feel an orgasm slowly building inside
her.

   The one in her ass reached down and spread her cheeks even further apart
as he leaned forward and began to hammer his cock into her ass, the pain
too much for her as she began to yelp with each of his thrusts.  The
lieutenant began to thrust into her faster as well, his hands reaching up
to squeeze and knead her breasts as he licked her cheek.  Laurana groaned
in revulsion again as the leader dug his fingers into her ass painfully and
shoved his cock into her one last time, his seed spurting out deep into
her. She groaned in self-loathing when she felt herself come, not hard, and
certainly not with much pleasure, but it was an orgasm all the same.

   The lieutenant gasped at the feeling of her quim tightening around him
and wrapped his arms around her waist as the leader pulled out of her. 
"She's really enjoying this," he groaned as he rutted into her dripping
quim.  The soldier penetrating her from the front gave one last convulsive
jerk before he came inside her and added his seed to the mix dripping down
her thighs.

   "That fuck was worth a sack of steel pieces," he said, his breathing
heavy, as he tucked himself back in his pants and stood back to watch as
Laurana sagged in her bonds, her legs weak as water and failing to support
her.

   "It sure was," the leader said as he stretched.  "It's going to be a
real deal for the men." He laughed at the horrified expression on Laurana's
sweaty face as she looked around at the soldiers closing in on her.

   Laurana felt lightheaded as the men surged up to her and cut the ropes
holding her up.  The gag was pulled from her mouth as she was forced onto
her back on the grass, a soldier pinning each of her limbs to the ground
spread eagle.  Not that they needed to, she was so weak from the day and
night of abuse that she was nearly unconscious.  She finally gave in and
fainted when the first soldier crawled on top of her and pushed himself
into her quim.

   ***

   Laurana moaned quietly when she came to in the cage.  "Ahh, you're
awake," the leader said from outside.  "I'm so sorry, Golden General.  We
really had no idea who you were until we found your armor on your horse."
He smirked again.  "We are truly very sorry.  We are so sorry that we used
you in every way possible," he said with a leer.

   "We are so sorry that we fucked your mouth, quim, and ass at the same
time," the lieutenant said.

   "We are so sorry that we turned you into a toy for us to do with as we
pleased," the leader said.

   "And we are very sorry that we came on your hair, face, and body.  Here,
take this damp cloth and clean yourself," the lieutenant said.  Laurana
took the cloth and snarled when she realized how filthy she was.  Their
come was crusted all over her face and between her legs and ass.  Her hair
was a matted mess and she could still taste their come in her mouth.  With
the soldiers' laughs ringing in her ears, she took the cloth and began to
clean herself as best she could.

   ***







   Laurana huddled in the corner of the cage, watching Motos' unconscious
form warily.  The Dragonarmy soldiers had been on a sweep for potential
slaves when they had learned from the scouting party that she had been
separated from her escort.  It had taken them a day to track her down, but
they had finally caught up to her near the minotaur's camp.

   Now she had a day or so to get out before they reached the camp of the
Dragonarmy.  After that- She didn't want to think of what would happen to
her then.  If the looks that the soldiers were giving her were any
indication, it would make her afternoon with Motos and the soldiers seem
pleasant.

   She had her knees pulled up close to her chest and was resting her arms
on them as she watched the forest pass by.  She groaned as she let her head
fall forward to rest on her arms, feeling dark despair wash over her.  How
much more can I take?  she wondered.  She felt the urge to cry welling up
in her but forced it back down, knowing that if she started she might never
stop.

   Hours later they stopped for the night.  The soldiers set up a crude
camp and began to roast the carcass of a deer they had shot during the
day's ride.  Ale began to flow and Laurana became increasingly aware of how
some of them were leering at her as she ate.  She watched in dread as one
of the more drunk ones staggered over to the cage and leaned against the
iron bars, the reek of alcohol on his breath.

   "Want to have some fun with us?" he said drunkenly, reaching through the
bars to paw at her hair.  Laurana looked coolly back at him with far more
confidence than she really felt and slapped his hand away.

   "I do not care to join you in your festivities," she said and turned
back to her food.

   "You stupid elf slut," the soldier growled.  "We'll show you who's-"

   "Away from the cage, soldier!" snapped the commander as he walked over.
"You know the orders regarding the Golden General, no soldier touches her
except for the Highlord." He smiled.  "Besides we've already had our turn
with her."

   The drunken soldier seemed to think of the consequences of defying the
Highlord for a moment and then staggered away from the cage.  "Of course,
the orders don't say anything about fellow prisoners touching you," the
commander said to Laurana, a sadistic gleam in his eyes as he looked
towards the still unconscious body of Motos.  With that, he splashed a cup
of water onto the minotaur's head and stepped back.

   Motos shook his head and pushed himself up.  He growled as he saw he was
still in a cage and roared in anger at the man standing outside.  He
slammed his fist against the bars, rocking the cage but not shifting the
bars.  Eyes red, he turned to Laurana and snorted.

   "You bitch," he said furiously, "you got me captured." His lips curled
back in a snarl as he rose, hunched over with his horns scraping the
ceiling of the cage, and advanced towards Laurana.  "You're going to pay,"
he hissed.

   Laurana scuttled away from him until the chill bars of the cage pressed
against her back.  She glanced from side to side and saw that the entire
patrol had gathered around to watch the show.  She glanced towards the
commander and saw that he was apparently not worried about her being
ravaged by the minotaur.  There was a round of drunken cheering when Motos
pulled off his loincloth.

   "Don't you have any dignity?" Laurana said quietly.  "You're performing
like a street whore for them." Motos hesitated as his hand closed over her
shoulder.  "Is this what the minotaurs have become?  Nothing but groveling
slaves performing for their-" She stopped and bit her lip at the sight of
Motos' eyes narrowing.  It was taking all of her control to keep from
screaming at his presence.  Her childhood nightmares were constantly
surfacing in her mind like some horrible vegetable in a pot of soup. 
Laurana let out a wavering sigh as Motos slammed his hand into the bars
beside her head and pulled his loincloth on.

   "Pray they keep a close watch on you, elf," he growled as he sat down at
the far end of the cage, much to the disappointment of the watching troops.
There was some scattered hooting and a few jeers.  Laurana tucked her knees
in front of her and laid her chin on them, watching Motos as the soldiers
slowly dispersed to their posts.





   ***









   Laurana moaned in her sleep as she dreamt.  A minotaur was chasing her,
its maw distorted and twisted by the massive pointed teeth that protruded
from its jaws.  Acidic spittle dripped from its mouth to eat into the floor
as it stalked her through the dark corridors of Pax Tharkas.  She was back
in the catacombs beneath the fortress, naked and cold as she crept through
the chilling stone halls.  She paused and listened for the snarling threats
of the minotaur, threatening to violate her horribly before it tore her
limb from limb and sucked the marrow from her bones.

   Her heart was pounding as she listened, hearing only the distant
dripping of water and the flapping of bat's wings.  She sighed in relief as
she stood and walked down the corridor, hoping to find the exit before the
minotaur caught her scent again.  She froze helplessly when she turned a
corner and saw the minotaur standing in front of her.  She screamed as it
reached out, its loathsome paws scraping over her skin as it raised her and
opened its mouthLaurana jerked herself awake with a strangled scream.  She
looked around wildly and saw that she was still in the cage.  She sat up
quickly, forgetting her nakedness in her alarm.  Motos was crouched in the
far corner of the cage, watching her with slitted eyes.  She kept her eyes
on him as she brought her legs up to cover herself.  Her head turned as she
heard the flapping of bat's wings again.

   "Sivaks," Motos said quietly as Laurana studied the draconians standing
by the fire talking to the commander.  One of them had just launched
himself into the air, his wings pumping steadily as he disappeared into the
night.

   She stiffened as one of them turned and approached the cage with a few
of the human soldiers.  If they're here to take me-, she thought, preparing
to make a break for it.  Maybe if Motos distracts them I can make the
forest.

   Laurana tensed as the Sivak stood by the cage's door and motioned for a
soldier to unlock it.  She was surprised when the soldiers motioned Motos
out and led him to another cage on the far side of the clearing, leaving
her alone.

   "The Highlord doesn't want any damage done to her prize," the Sivak
grinned as it took up position near the cage.





   It was near the middle of the night but Laurana was still awake.  Most
of the soldiers guarding the camp had fallen asleep, leaving only a few
Sivaks to watch her and the rest of the prisoners.  Only one Sivak stood
near her cage, he was leaning on the bars while paring his claws with his
dagger.

   Laurana slid silently over to the bars and reached out for the key
hanging at the Sivak's belt.  She had almost reached it when he shifted and
caused her hand to brush against his scaled side.  Laurana jerked back as
the Sivak whirled, his hand on his sword.

   "What are you trying to do?" he snarled quietly.

   "I-I'm sorry," Laurana said, keeping her eyes wide and innocent.  "I
just wanted to touch you."

   "What?  What are you talking about?" the Sivak asked.

   "You remind me of the dragons.  I guess I have a thing for them,
whenever I'm riding one I get so...aroused.  Wings and scales are just so
amazing," Laurana said, trying her best to sound convincing.

   "You like riding dragons, eh?"

   "Y-yes, but you're so much more manly and strong than they are.  I'm
sorry, I just couldn't resist touching you." Laurana paused and looked
around nervously.  "Could I please just touch you?"

   The Sivak looked around at the other draconians scattered around the
camp.  None of them seemed to be paying attention to him or Laurana.  He
flicked his long, serpentine tongue across his snout and turned back to the
fire.  "Touch all you want," he said.

   "Thank you," Laurana said softly as she approached the bars again.  With
one hand she began to caress his neck and shoulders, feeling the warm, dry,
but soft feel of his scales as she ran her hand down his back.  She licked
the fingers of her other hand and moved them between her thighs.  She began
to rub herself there, doing her utmost to arouse herself.

   The Sivak sniffed the night air, the faint smell of Laurana's arousal
floating to him.  He turned slowly and took her hands and brought them to
his nose.  He could easily smell her on one of her hands.  "What have you
been doing?" he asked.

   "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself.  You're just so...sexy," Laurana
said, hoping her attempt at seduction would work.  "Can I keep touching
you?"

   The Sivak looked over its shoulder and nodded, turning its face to her.
She smiled at it and began to move her hands over and under its
breastplate, then down to the chain mail kilt that it wore.  She began to
rub breasts and quim with her free hand as she reached up under the kilt
and stroked his cock.  "You're so big," she said softly, "and hard."

   The Sivak groaned softly and looked over its shoulder again.  It seemed
to make a decision as it pulled away from Laurana and ran around to the
door to the cage.  It fumbled with the lock for a moment and yanked open
the door.  Laurana thanked the gods as it motioned for her to leave the
cage and then took her arm.  She smiled hungrily and pressed herself
against it as the Sivak led her out of the clearing and into the forest.

   "Stay quiet or I'll say you tried to escape," the Sivak hissed as they
stopped in the forest, the fire a distant flicker.  Laurana nodded and
leaned forward to kiss the Sivak.  It returned her kiss hungrily and ran
its tongue around her mouth, letting it flick and slide over her teeth
before dancing with her tongue.

   They were both gasping as the Sivak pulled away from her and pushed her
down to the soft layer of leaves and dirt lining the forest floor.  Laurana
licked her lips and slowly turned, falling forward onto her hands as she
presented her bottom to the Sivak.  She heard its breathing get deeper as
it removed its armor and she lowered herself to her elbows and wiggled her
bottom at it.

   The Sivak was on her in a flash, its hands clutching at her waist as it
prodded her with its cock.  Laurana obliged it and spread her legs wider,
gasping when the Sivak shoved itself into her.  She grimaced as he
tightened his grip on her and pushed in deeper, she wasn't as wet as she
hoped and his cock was uncomfortably thick.

   Still, she moaned loudly, feigning pleasure as she pushed herself back
onto his cock.  She lifted one hand and began to massage her breasts,
tweaking and pinching her nipples as the Sivak ran its tongue over her
shoulder blades.

   The Sivak was soon hammering into her, its breathing loud in her ears as
it leaned forward and ran its tongue over the pointed tips of her ears
before pushing her head to the dirt.  Laurana kept up her stream of moans
and gasps as her cheek rested on the forest floor.  The smell of damp earth
filled her nostrils as the Sivak grunted loudly and grabbed her hips.  Its
thrusts increased in tempo and it moved its hands to her thighs, spreading
her even wider as it yanked her back with each of its desperate thrusts. 
Finally, Laurana felt him tense and slam himself home one last time, his
seed flooding her and dripping down her thighs to wet the ground.

   She let out a shuddering breath as he pulled out and stood.  "Come one,
we've got to get back before you're missed," he said huskily.  Laurana
turned and knelt before him, reaching for his softening cock.

   "Please," she said, "just let me taste it, just once." The Sivak seemed
all to eager to let her as he leaned back against a tree and began to
stroke her hair.  Laurana screwed up her face as she took the Sivak's cock
into her mouth, licking and sucking at him until he was hard again.  She
looked up at him and saw that his head was thrown back in pleasure as he
pushed his hips forward and tugged her head down his cock.  One of
Laurana's hands went to cradle his balls, lightly stroking them with her
fingertips before rubbing them more firmly.  Her other reached down for the
dagger that lay beside her on his belt.  Her hand was just touching it as
the Sivak began to madly thrust his hips, forcing his cock into her throat
and nearly gagging her with each motion.  Laurana struggled to breathe as
he rammed the full length of his cock into her and gasped.  She felt his
seed shooting into her throat as he pulled back, then her mouth was full of
his strange tasting seed.  She swallowed quickly, watching his expression
as she reached for the dagger.  A trickle ran out of the corner of her
mouth to drip down her chin and splash on the top of her right breast.

   "Ah, you're a good slut," he moaned, "we're going to have lot's of fun
before we get you to the Highlord." He shook his head and pushed away from
the tree.  "Let's get going-" He gasped and gurgled as Laurana shoved his
dagger into his heart, twisting it once and pulling it out.  He stared at
her in amazement for a moment before toppling forward.  Leaves exploded
upward with the force of his body hitting the dirt.  Laurana watched as the
corpse began to change until it resembled her in every way, an exact
duplicate.  That was the power of the Sivak's, in death to confuse and
demoralize the enemy as they took the identity of their killer.

   Laurana smiled as she tied `her' corpse's wrists together behind its
back and scraped out a depression in the earth with the Sivak's sword.  She
rolled the corpse into the depression and tossed dirt and leaves over it.
The soldiers would find it as soon as they began to search, but hopefully
they'd think that she had been killed by some drunken soldiers or
draconians and not think she had escaped.

   Cleaning sword and dagger on the Sivak's cloak, she wrapped it around
her and snuck back to the camp.  She spotted her horse and equipment tied
to a picket line and unguarded.  In a few minutes she was off, following
the stars back towards her camp.





   ***









   "By all the gods!" the lieutenant cried out as Laurana rode up to her
tent.  "What happened?  We've been searching for you for the past two days!
We thought you were captured." He stopped and sniffed the air.  "What's
that?  It smells like a herd of cattle."

   Laurana blushed and turned her face away.  "I had to, uh, hide among a
herd of cattle to keep from being spotted.  Send for a bath, would you?"
she said.

   The lieutenant saluted and ran off leaving Laurana alone in her tent. 
She thanked him when he returned with her bath water and slid into the tub
with a hot cloth on her forehead.  Well, she thought, that's the last time
I let myself get captured.





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