The Defeat of the Silver Witch - Chapter 1 - Part 2

Chapter 1: Betrayal - Part 2

The rain continued to fall and she began to shiver with the cold. Wouldn't it be ironic if I died of exposure before Mortok got a chance at me?

But that was not to be. The engine turned toward the mountains and rolled into a canyon similar to the one where she and her warriors had been ambushed. It rumbled along, winding its way around boulders, fallen trees, and splashing through a stream swollen by the rain.

Where am I being taken? Mortok and Edmund had disappeared, leaving only the procession of Orcs acting as her escort. The pelting rain had ended most of the taunting, but the Orc army plodded along in in front of the engine and behind. Finally just ahead Kiara could make out a dark shape. In grew steadily larger, finally revealing itself as the mouth of a large cave. Within it she could see the glow of a large fire and as the engine entered the cave she could see that it was filled with hundreds of Orcs.

Situated on a makeshift throne atop a large boulder that appeared to have fallen from the ceiling of the cavern, was Mortok and beside him, refusing to meet her eyes was Edmund. Her appearance was greeted with a shout from the assembled horde. They danced toward her waving their weapons and shouting insults. Mortok frowned and rose from his throne. "Silence," he bellowed, his voice echoing through the cavern.

Instantly the prancing shouting mob that constituted an Orc army quieted and Mortok spoke. "Welcome Silver Witch. It is my pleasure to see you prepared. You will be stripped of your powers and then I will tame your wild spirit and breed you like a prize mare." He motioned to the Orcs guarding Kiara. "Bring her."

As the chains holding her arms to the posts were released Kiara made one last desperate attempt to escape. She jerked on the chains, her unexpected strength actually jerking the Orcs that held them toward her even though they had been expecting just such a reaction. But there were three Orcs on each chain and despite her frantic efforts they pulled her arms out to each side. Another Orc clambered onto the platform and looped another length of chain around her neck, choking off her breath. Between the seven of them they managed to move her from the platform to a ramp leading to the cavern floor.

She was dragged down the ramp and then across the cavern to a space between two giant boulders, just a short distance from the fire. A heavy ring had been driven into each of the boulders at just above shoulder height. Kiara's struggles were ended when her chains were secured to each of the rings, once again drawing her arms out to the side.

Mortok stood next to the fire, his eyes fixed on Kiara. Beside him was a group of seven Orcs dressed in the robes of Orc shamans. Each of them held in his hand a metal bar. "Begin," Mortok ordered.

One of the shamans stepped forward and thrust his iron into the fire and began to chant in some forgotten language. He continued as the iron heated and then withdrew it from the fire. Still chanting he approached Kiara, the red-hot iron held toward her. Realizing his intent, she began to struggle once more, jerking frantically at her chains, but they held fast and she was helpless as the shaman placed the first mark upon her.

The iron hissed as it was pressed against the flesh of her belly. She gritted her teeth against the agonizing pain, biting down hard on the gag, refusing to scream, and then the first mark had been made, branding her flesh with some arcane symbol. The pain was brutal, but even worse, as her body was marked she felt some of her power drain away. And then it was the turn of the second.

Seven times she was branded; each time seeming more painful than the last. And each time she felt some of her power being stolen from her. She was screaming loudly at the end, in spite of the gag. She screamed in both pain and despair as she realized that her mystical powers were being taken from her. At the end she could barely stand and she clung to her chains, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"It is done, Lord," the last shaman said as he stepped away from Kiara's quivering body. "Her power is gone. She is now no more than a normal Human."

Mortok approached the trembling warrior. Reaching out he removed her gag. However, it made little difference; her tongue was so swollen she could barely speak and so exhausted that her legs would no longer support her.

Her stared at her for almost a full minute, his eyes devouring her body. "I want her healed," he said. "She is of little use to me in this condition. Attend to her and then have her brought before me. Make sure she is heavily chained."

The seven shamans formed a semicircle in front of Kiara. Extending their arms toward her they began to chant again, using different words than before. A strange tingling spread through her body especially concentrated in the cruel burns on her stomach. For a few moments bizarre euphoria clouded her mind and she thought she was going to faint. And then her strength returned as if she had never suffered the brutal ordeal she had experienced over the last few hours.

But she was still completely helpless. She could do nothing as Mortok's orders were carried out. She was removed from her place between the giant boulders her arms still shackled by the heavy chains on her wrists. However, her escort took no chances. An iron collar was placed around her neck and four chains were attached to it; each held by one of the Orc guards.

Mortok had returned to his throne, a vantage point in the cavern that placed hum in full view of the thousands of Orcs and Humans that crowded the canyon. Kiara was half-dragged half-walked up a crude wooden staircase that had been constructed to access the throne. She was brought before him and forced to her knees. One of the Orc guards pushed her head down in a position of subservience. A great shout went up filling the hall with echoing sound as the huge throng caught sight of her. From thousands of throats a chant began. "Mortok! Mortok! Mortok!"

With a smile Mortok got to his feet and raised his hands. Almost immediately silence fell over the assembled horde. "My soldiers," Mortok shouted, "you see before the last obstacle to our final victory, an obstacle that has now been removed. The Silver Witch is no more, instead you see before you the defeated figure of the Silver Whore."

This last remark brought more cheering and once again Mortok raised his hands. "My once powerful adversary is now nothing more than a spoil of war and one that I intend to use as a woman should be used, beginning now."

While the cheers once again echoed through the cavern Mortok seized Kiara's hair and forced her head back. "You will pleasure me, witch and you will do it now, before my army."

In full view of his army and with the assistance of two servants Mortok removed his clothing. Although half Human he had inherited certain Orc characteristics such as his height and musculature. He stood close to seven feet tall and was powerfully built, with broad shoulders, a deep chest, and powerfully muscled legs and arms. But it was another part of his anatomy that drew her full attention.

He's monstrous. No woman would be able to walk after having that shoved into her. But at the same time a conflicting feeling came over her. One of the things she had enjoyed most about Edmund was that he was unusually well-endowed for a Human. She knew that in a truly skilled lover size made little difference, but the sight of her lover with a full erection had always fully aroused her. Now she felt some of the same feelings stealing over her. By the gods, he's only semi-erect. What will it look like when he's fully aroused?

Then it struck her that she was not going to have much choice when it came to finding out just how impressive Mortok's erection would be. His words left little doubt that he intended to use her now and use her in the most humiliating fashion.

On her knees before the Orc Lord, his phallus dangled just a couple of hands' breadth from her eyes. She could make out every vein on the organ as it grew toward full majesty, a glistening bead of dew slowly forming on its tip. Without thinking she swallowed and licked her lips.

"You like what you see don't you Silver Whore? I can see that my new name for you is well chosen. Now you will pleasure me and pleasure me well. And do not think of using those fine teeth if you want to keep them. I will have them extracted right where you are if you attempt any treachery."

"Treachery is a word that better fits you, Mortok," she replied. The words did not come out as strongly as she would have liked due to the dryness of her throat, but Mortok glowered at her nevertheless.

"That is the last time you will speak to me without permission," Mortok said. "And you will address me as Master."

"By the gods I will...."

"Hold her," Mortok interrupted. He stepped toward her and thrust a metal rod toward her naked breasts. A jolt of pain shot through her that was so intense an involuntary scream burst from her lips. Her mouth gasping for air she managed to suppress a sob.

"You cowardly, cur," she moaned. "You will not beat me. You can brutalize me and torture me, but I will not be truly defeated until death claims me."

"We will see," Mortok responded. "Perhaps a stronger punishment will show you just how beaten you are. Bring me the whip."

While she stood helpless her arms were pulled tight out to either side and the chains attached to her collar were tightened, pulling her to her feet and holding her where she was. Unable to move more than half the width of a hand she watched in growing apprehension as Mortok was handed a long-handled whip. The end of the whip was separated into several separate metallic strands, each ending in a small metal ball. She had seen such an instrument before although she had never seen it in use. It was an electric flail, imbued with the same sort of energy that was in the rod he had touched her with.

Fear gripped her belly, but not fear of the pain that would be inflicted upon her, but fear that she would shame herself during the ordeal. "You are a coward," she gasped. "I will never surrender to you."

"We will see about that," Mortok retorted. He brought the whip down across her breasts and belly.

She had expected the whip to be painful; after all it was designed to inflict maximum pain without damaging the victim; but what she experienced was so intense that she could not hold back a shriek of agony. Not only that but she writhed in pain, unconsciously trying to pull away from the next blow.

Mortok took his time with the whip, savouring her torment. He varied his targets, sometimes striking her thighs and at others her breasts and torso. He even moved behind her so that he could flog her back and buttocks. Regardless of the place he chose each blow brought excruciating pain and an accompanying scream. By the time he was satisfied she was screaming even before the blow landed.

However, he had more in mind for her than merely punishing her physically. With each blow he delivered he became more and more aroused, until he was almost groaning with desire. Finally, he could stand it no longer. He tossed aside the whip and moved to take her.

Kiara's body shook from the painful ordeal. Only that fact that the pain ended as soon as the beating stopped prevented her from fainting. She had never experienced anything so intensely painful, but she was about to find out that there are worse things than mere pain.

Mortok moved between her legs. He had thought to humiliate her further by forcing her to take him in her mouth, but his need was too urgent for that. His erection was so hard and strong that it was actually painful. Without bothering to jeer at his quivering victim he ripped off the scrap of cloth that had been left on her and moved between her thighs, not even bothering to admire the perfection of her womanhood as he placed his hands on the back of her thighs, lifted her lithe body and thrust into her almost in one motion.

Kiara cried out once more at the power of Mortok's first thrust. He penetrated her almost half the length of his thick shaft. It was so sudden and so shockingly painful that she could not help but writhe on the end of his phallus. Whimpering she tried to somehow to twist her body away from him, but the chains and his hands held her fast while he continued to plunder her.

Withdrawing slightly he thrust again, this time piercing her even more deeply. Kiara could not stop the cry that burst from her throat. She had never suffered anything like what has happening to her. The Orc chieftain's shaft was huge and it took considerable effort to force it into her. Each thrust brought forth a gasp of pain as he slowly penetrated her. He could not possibly fit all of himself inside her, yet each movement of his body took him deeper and deeper. All the while Kiara moaned and whimpered, utterly defeated and humiliated by her ruthless conqueror, and then something strange began to happen. Unbidden, her body began to respond. Perhaps it was some sort of defence mechanism to protect her against the savage violation of her body, or perhaps it was something else. Whatever the reason she began to feel something besides pain.

It still hurt; how could anything as large as the Orc chieftain's phallus not hurt? But now there was a hint of pleasure mixed in with the pain; a sensation that increased with every thrust, until she was not just moaning in pain, but in sexual pleasure so intense that she could not help but respond to it. Her body bucked, riding the Orc's huge shaft and her mouth opened in cries of desire. Her hair flew wildly, droplets of sweat sprayed from her body, and her firm rounded breasts bounced to the rhythm of the forced lovemaking.

No, no, no, she thought. It was the ultimate in degradation. She was responding with pleasure to an ordeal that should have been utterly horrifying. Mortok had taken her body and now thanks to her weakness he had taken her pride as well. His hips jerked, and he grinned down at her as he finished inside her. "You are beaten Silver Witch; beaten so easily. You are now mine to do with as I wish."

A shudder ran through Kiara's body as she followed Mortok's orgasm with one of her own. She bowed her head, his words echoing inside her mind. She was utterly defeated, forced to surrender to him both physically and mentally. As he pulled out of her a sob of defeat escaped her lips.

The End

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