The Final Ring - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Robyn awoke with a pounding in her head, and the feeling of being cold and wet. She could feel the moisture in her hair and on her face. "Uhhh," she groaned, rolling weakly to her side.

"I said get up!" shouted a gruff voice.

The command was followed by another bucket of cold water being splashed in her face. Shaking her aching head, she struggled to rise, but succeeded only in making herself sick. As she noisily expelled the meager contents of her stomach, her audience howled with coarse laughter.

Finally rising unsteadily, she opened her bleary eyes and tried to orient herself. As her gaze found the shaman, Tissmon, holding a crude bucket, her memory returned. Looking around, she could see she was in an orcish lair of some type. Surrounding her were perhaps some forty or so orc warriors, staring at her. With a start, she realized her clothes and weapons had been removed. Reaching up, she covered her breasts from their lustful stares, feeling the hard buds of her nipples rise in response to her fear and the cold.

"Oh, your precious rings are still there, my little flower," a regal voice informed her. "There was some argument about whether you should keep them or have them cut out. However, I felt it would be a shame to mar such perfect breasts so soon. There is plenty of time for that later."

The cruelty in the voice truly frightened the young girl and she felt her bladder go weak. She spun to face the new speaker, instantly regretting the quick movement, as her stomach threatened to betray her again. The ranger's eyes stared in disbelief at the figure seated on a throne made of bones.

"It can't be. What trickery is this?" she asked.

Seated on the throne was none other than Pelonar III, King of Wiltzford.

"What, no bow for your King?" he said mockingly.

"You're no king. Sorcery, magic, what type of illusion is this? The real king would never conspire with orcs or attack an elven princess." Robyn looked closely at the man, trying to find a clue as to his identity.

"You see, Princess... She figured it out much faster than you, when I took the form of your unicorn."

"Let her go, Blath Mord. She cannot hurt you." These words were spoken in a clear melodic voice that took Robyn's breath away it was so beautiful.

Looking to the side of the lair, the young girl was stunned to see the elven princess, locked in a large cage. The elven maiden still had her regal robes on, although they were beginning to look soiled and tattered from the abuse they had suffered lately. Her silvery hair was held in place by a platinum net studded with small sapphires. More sapphires adorned her delicate ears and hung from a necklace that rested between the firm mounds of her breasts. The squalid surrounds only served to accentuate her beauty. Robyn marveled at the fact that she had been allowed to retain her jewelry, then nodded, remembering the curse they surely carried. The princess stayed in the center of the cage, obviously avoiding the bars.

It must be cold forged iron, thought Robyn. The metal was poisonous to the magical elves, and served to weaken their arcane powers.

"Oh, she cannot hurt me, but I am sure her friends could. Let her go? Don't insult me, Princess. This little morsel would fly back to her nest and return with some very unfriendly people intent on saving you."

"Who are you?" Robyn asked, totally bewildered.

"My name is Blath Mord. It means 'Ivory Shade' in the orc tongue, and is my family name. You will address me as Lord Blath." With that he stood and his form began to change.

Robyn and Princess Delia both watched in amazement as the handsome man transformed into a hulking creature nearly twice as wide and half again as tall. Finally, the creature's form solidified into that of an ogre, with slightly different features than before. The monster's face was more human-like than a normal ogre, with a sinister evil cast to his features.

"What are you?" Delia asked in a fearful voice.

"I am an ogre-magi, from the jungles south of the Ba'brigsten Islands. Political...ah...difficulties within my homeland forced me to visit your little corner of the world. I do believe I can do well for myself; as well as for my loyal followers."

With these words, the orcs began to chant Blath Mord's name.

"Enough!" he commanded. "And I am so glad the two of you decided to join that band of followers."

"Get stuffed, Blath!" Robyn cried defiantly.

The ogre-magi nodded to someone behind her. Before she could react, a streak of fire ran across her back as Tissmon's whip lashed out at her.

"AHHHH!!" she screamed as the short orc delivered another blow, this one across the backs of her naked thighs.

"You were told to address me as Lord Blath!"

Robyn straightened herself and refused to acknowledge his command.

"Very well, break her," he said to the assemblage of orcs.

Robyn whirled and tried to fight them off as the horde of horny orcs swarmed over her. The sheer press of bodies worked against her and she felt her hands and feet become quickly held. The lustful monsters ran their filthy hands over her smooth skin, pawing at her. She could hear Princess Delia calling for Blath to stop this. Rough orcish hands grabbed her wrists and elbows. After she had managed to deliver several vicious kicks, she found her ankles and knees held as well.

"Stupid human!" one of the orcs she had kicked snarled.

With that he punched his fist into Robyn's stomach, causing her to double over in agony. Another orc wrapped her brown hair in his fingers and pulled her upright.

BLAM! Another fist struck her in the side of the face. Robyn saw stars and blacked out as the pain lanced through her head.

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When she regained consciousness, she found herself on her back, on the primitive table. Her hands were already tied tightly behind her. As she struggled, she felt coarse ropes wrapped around her ankles. The orc warriors had pulled her legs apart, stretching them as far apart as possible. The young ranger feared the savage monsters intended to pull her legs out of their sockets. The ropes were tied off, keeping her spread and exposed. Her hips hung over edge of one side of the table, her shoulders over the other side.

Knowing what would come next, Robyn struggled not to let her fear show. One of the largest orcs pushed his way between her legs and dropped his leather breeches. His greenish-gray cock was hard and the shaft was nearly a foot long. The knobby head was a darker green, and wider than the shaft.

"Gangus teach you how to fuck, human." The orc spit into his hand and rubbed the wet palm over the head of his green-gray cock.

She felt him position the fat head of his cock against her entrance and begin to push. He buried his cock in her defenseless pussy with one slow stroke. Then he pulled halfway out and thrust in harder. Pain ripped through her abdomen as he began to fuck her. With every stroke, pain filled her, and the tip of the orc cock pressed against her cervix. The monster leaned over her, putting his full weight behind each thrust.

Robyn moaned in agony, biting her lip to keep from crying out in pain. He reached down, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her onto his cock as he shoved and grunted. The rough surface of the wooden tabletop rubbed and chaffed as her back and buttocks were pulled back and forth across it. One of the orcs handed Gangus a goblet full of wine. He drank deeply, wine running down his chin to drip onto the agonized young ranger's chest and belly.

The worst part of the ordeal was the knowledge that Princess Delia could see her as the monster raped her. Robyn's humiliation was magnified tenfold as she turned to look at the Princess's face. The look of disgust and horror she saw on the regal elf's features cut her to the core and hot tears of shame rolled down the sides of her face.

After two minutes, she felt the cock within her throb. Gangus howled as his thick greenish-white cum filled the young woman's pussy. He pulled out and rubbed the end of his wet cock against Robyn's inner thigh, leaving a strand of cum that hung there. Then his place was immediately taken by another of the orc warriors. This orc cock entered easily, Gangus having provided the lubrication of his orc sperm. The new orc wasted no time in picking up where Gangus had left off, thrusting his greenish shaft into Robyn's reddened pussy. The young ranger's view of the Princess was cut off as Gangus stepped in front of her face. He held his shiny and still-hard cock in his fist. The shaft was smeared with his pasty greenish-white cum.

"Clean it, human," he ordered.

"Go to hell you bastard!" she yelled.

WHAP! A broad leather belt slashed across her stomach. Immediately, the skin reddened, leaving a livid welt.

"Owwwwww!" she cried. Robyn squirmed frantically, trying futility to evade the next two leather slaps on her breasts and stomach. Within seconds, her entire upper body was a crisscross pattern of red welts. Finally, sobbing uncontrollably, she opened her mouth to scream. As soon as she did, Gangus thrust his cock into her mouth.

"You bite Gangus, Gangus make necklace from your pretty teeth," the sadist orc growled.

The hulking warrior filled her mouth, burying the entire length of his cock in her throat. He smiled as he felt the young woman's throat gagging around his shaft. Robyn sobbed as she was raped at each end. The sour taste of the orc cum was in her mouth, and the stink of his unwashed pubic hair filled her nostrils as he rubbed the curly black bush against her face.

Other orcs groped the helpless ranger, pinching her nipples and pulling on her rings to stretch her breasts into cones before releasing them. After each orc raped her, another orc collected the cum that drained out of her pussy into a goblet. Robyn was forced to drink the slimy greenish-white goo. Afterwards, the orcs used the belts again, this time between her spread legs. Robyn writhed and screamed, struggling against her bonds trying to escape the burning lashes. Before long the lips of her pussy were a deep, livid purple. The bruised flesh was swollen and throbbing. Finally the agony was too much for her and she passed out. Next the lusty orcs untied her and turned her over onto her stomach. Her ass was their next target.

Blath Mord finally approached and lifted her head by the hair. He turned the unconscious ranger's face toward the Princess, the eyes puffy and swollen, cum running from her mouth and dripping off her chin.

"Princess, see the fate of those who oppose me?" He laughed and dropped Robyn's head.

The orcs began fucking her ass. Robyn woke couching and screaming, as dick after dick was crammed inside her gaping anus. Again she was forced to drink another goblet of cum, this one filled from her leaking ass. When she balked, the belts were used to force her submission, this time lashing her back and upturned cheeks. Finally she fell into a pain-filled stupor. Her glazed eyes stared out unseeing, her mouth slack and hanging open as the orcs would occasionally thrust a cock into it to be cleaned, after assaulting her ass. By the time the orcs had finished with her, she was again unconscious.

"Take her to the kennels and continue her education," ordered Blath.

The orcs untied the hapless young ranger and dragged her across the filthy, cum-stained floor. The Princess wept as she watched them remove her rescuer. The ogre-magi had taunted her all throughout Robyn's ordeal. The monster was determined to break the elf's resistance. He needed to keep her alive as a hostage, but he was going to ensure she revealed to him the defense secrets of the elven homeland.

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Robyn woke again just as the orcs were finishing tying her on her knees with her arms stretched put in front of her. She was kneeling in the mud and filth of the kennel yard where the orcs raised wolves. The huge beasts served as watchdogs and trackers for the orcs. Robyn struggled briefly until the kennel-master kicked her in the side. With her hands and knees stretched and tied to stakes in the ground, she could not move. Dazed, she cried out in pain.

"I teach you what it means to be a real bitch!" the kennel-master snarled.

Robyn trembled as she saw him lead a large wolf around her. The wolf sniffed her and growled deep in his throat, baring his fangs at her. The kennel-master slapped her bruised ass. Without warning the big wolf mounted her, his weight pushing her knees into the muck. She could feel the pointy tip of his hot canine cock thrusting between her legs as he sought to enter her.

"Owwwww," she howled as it poked against her bruised pussy twice before finding its way into her.

"Now you real bitch," chuckled the kennel-master.

Robyn felt the strong wolf clutching around her waist with its legs as it humped her rapidly. The wolf's knot pushed inside and the beast slobbered against the back of her neck as the red cock pulsed. After the first wolf had sprayed her insides with his cum, Verbuage yanked at the beast's collar. He forced the wolf to separate from the young ranger, pulling the knot out cruelly. She cried tears of agony as her ordeal continued.  This was too much and Robyn fainted as the second wolf mounted her. The rest of the pack watched with interest as they waited their turns. Verbuage placed a bowl beneath her, to catch the semen draining from her pussy after each wolf was finished. He was determined to keep the prisoner well fed while she enjoyed his hospitality.

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For the next four days, the orcs tortured the young woman. She was kept naked and abused at all hours of the day. The only food she was given was cum drained from her own body after each session. Occasionally she was given a cup of water or a piece of bread.  Her entire body was covered in bruises and welts. She no longer fought back. Her eyes were vacant and lifeless and she shambled around whenever the orcs took her from place to place.

Princess Delia was forced to watch much of the ordeal. The constant presence of the iron cage sapped her magical strength, and her spirit was being crushed by the cruel torments she was made to witness. Blath was pleased with the progress so far and had decided it was time to teach Princess Delia the advantages of submission. He ordered Robyn cleaned up and brought to him in the lair where the Princess was kept. The table was covered with a huge roast deer and assorted other foods. He sat in his throne as the broken ranger was led into the hall.

"Bring her to me," he ordered the guards.

The young ranger shuffled forward and stopped in front of the ogre-magi, her eyes on the floor in front of her. Her stomach growled, as she smelled the cooked food on the table behind her. The young girl trembled uncontrollably and she felt weak and dizzy. Every movement hurt, even breathing, as her battered body fought to stay conscious.

"Look at me, slave," ordered the huge monster.

He stared intently into her blue eyes. He smiled as he searched and failed to find a spark of life there. Without another word, he reached out and grasped her nipple rings. His arms flexed and he began to lift the rings higher and higher. He searched her face for any sign of rebellion. Robyn began to scream in pain as he lifted her onto her toes. Blath grinned, as she made no movement to stop him. Her hands remained at her side, loose and unclenched.

Blath continued to hold her up. The magic of the rings prevented them from pulling out, but did nothing to protect her from the pain the ogre was inflicting. Finally her voice cracked from screaming and her bladder broke, hot urine streaming down her thighs and calves. Sensing she was about to pass out, Blath lowered the sobbing woman to the ground. He was inwardly happy, knowing he had broken the ranger's spirit.

Robyn's legs refused to support her and she slid down to kneel at the ogre's feet. Blath stroked her head tenderly, almost lovingly.

"Leave us," he ordered the guards.

As they left the room, he turned back to Robyn and asked, "Are you hungry, little pet?"

"Yesss"

"What was that?" he asked angrily.

Wincing at the anger in his voice, she whispered, "Yes, Lord Blath."

"There, see how easy it was. You are ready to be a good girl now, little pet?"

"Yes, Lord Blath."

She raised up, eager to feel his hand stroking her hair. It was the first kind treatment she'd felt in days and it confused her. Blath rejoiced at her actions. He leaned over and ripped a leg off the roast deer, splintering the bone as he twisted it off the joint. He ate hungrily; watching the woman drool as she intently watched him eat. When he had eaten most of the meat, he held out the bone to Robyn.

"Want some?"

The young woman swallowed repeatedly, her mouth watering incessantly. She couldn't speak, she was so hungry; her eyes glued to the meat scraps hanging off the bone. She nodded so hard that it looked like her head would snap off.

"Beg, little doggie," commanded the ogre.

Robyn sat on her haunches, her hands hanging before her like a dog begging for a scrap of food. Blath laughed at her eagerness and tossed her the bone. The famished woman began to strip the meat off the bone with her teeth. Blath reached under her arms and lifted her into his lap. Robyn snuggled there, cuddling with the monster while she finished her meal.

"See, Princess, I can be kind as well."

The Princess just shook her head in horror at the sight of the young ranger's submission.

Robyn finished the meat and set the bone on the armrest of the throne. She snuggled on the ogre's lap. Blath noticed the way she ground her ass against his lap, eager to please him. It had been some time since he had enjoyed anything other than the occasional orc-slut or wolf-bitch. The bulge under Robyn's ass began to grow and twitch.

"Mmm. Take off my pants, pet."

Robyn slid off his lap and knelt between his legs. As the ogre raised his hips, she untied the string at his hips and pulled his pants down to his knees. She gasped at the sight that greeted her. The ogre's scrotum held three testicles, each the size of a small apple. His two cock shafts were a foot long and still growing. The cocks were almost as thick as her wrist. She pulled his pants from his feet and cast the garment aside. Then she leaned forward and took a greenish-gray shaft in each hand and began to lick the heads, alternating between the two.

"Oh yes, good girl," moaned Blath as he felt her hot mouth close over the head of his upper cock.

Robyn's hands were busy stroking the lower shaft as she sucked. Finally she switched, sucking the other until both cocks had grown to their eighteen-inch length. Robyn took a shaft in each hand and stroked lovingly while her tongue danced across the hairless sack holding the ogre's large balls. She sucked them into her mouth, bathing them in warm saliva.

Blath enjoyed her oral ministrations for a few minutes, until he felt he was ready for more. He pulled her up and effortlessly lifted her over his head. His long forked tongue snaked out to lick her bruised sex. Robyn spread her legs to place her feet on his shoulders and squatted onto his mouth. He held her by the waist, until the full length of his tongue was wriggling inside her. The battered human's heat and moisture surprised him. He slathered saliva against her pussy and sucked at her with his fat lips, feeling her juices run down his chin.

She placed both of her hands on his bald head and began grinding her pussy against his mouth. This is an unexpected benefit, he thought in amazement. Perhaps I would wait a while before he had her cooked. Besides, she tastes better raw, he thought with a smile as he heard the human gasp and felt her pussy clench around his tongue.

Finally he felt she was ready for him. He lowered her onto his lap, until the heads of his twin cocks touched her inner thighs. Blath positioned his lower cock against her anus, and his upper cock at the opening of her wet pussy. Robyn placed her feet on the seat of the throne to either side of his legs and squatted, trying to drive herself onto the ogre's dual cocks. She lowered herself as he held her hips, impaling herself on the twin shafts.

"Ughhhh," she groaned as the huge shafts penetrating her sore openings. She placed her hands against the ogre's chest and began to hump the large organs, moaning in pleasure.

Blath rocked his hips, driving his cocks up into her, delighted in his new pet. He could feel her inner muscles squeeze around his shafts as she began to spasm with an orgasm. The twin cocks pounded into her, filling her with both pleasure and pain. Blath closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the young human's silky orifices as they slid over him. The ogre released her hips to allow his pet to hump him at her own pace. He stroked her affectionately; caressing her breasts and rolling her pierced nipples with his fingertips.

Robyn's movements sped up and became jerkier as her passion mounted. Her increasing excitement affected Blath well. He could feel the cum inside his balls begin to churn, and his three-testicle sack drawing up as his orgasm approached. Soon the two were covered in sweat as they fucked each other with abandon. He pulled his new slave close and she began to kiss his chin and lips, and pushed her tongue into his large mouth.

As his climax began, Lord Blath whispered into her ear, "You will be my slave forever, little pet." His cocks began to twitch inside her, pumping streams of hot purplish-white cum into her pussy and ass.

Robyn rolled her hips and squeezed the ogre cocks inside her. "Yesssss!" She turned her head and licked the side of his face as she whispered venomously, "At least for the rest of your life!"

Blath was shocked at the rage in the young woman's voice. He opened his eyes as his twin cocks twitched one more time, spitting the last of his cum into her.

He gazed into her hatred-filled eyes as she drove the sharp, splintered end of the leg bone into the side of his neck with all her strength. Robyn ripped the bone sideways, opening a gaping wound. Black liquid jetted out, covering her arm  and breast in a spray of the hot blood. Blath convulsed, his actions driving the still-stiff cocks up into her.

As the hot blood ran over her clit, she broke into a screaming orgasm. "UGHHHHHH!!!!"

As Blath went through involuntary death throes, she writhed atop his twin cocks. Finally, her passion subsided and his body stopped moving. She pushed against his lifeless shoulders and straightened her legs, raising her bruised ass in the air. The two ogre cocks slipped from her holes and fell into his bloody lap as they began to soften. Her thighs were streaked with black blood, and purplish-white cum pouring from both of her holes. Robyn slid off the corpse and stepped off the throne.

The ranger lifted a pitcher of water from the feasting table before the throne and drank several gulps, then used the remaining water to wash off the black blood and ogre cum as best she could. She stuffed several baked tubers into her mouth and chewed.

Turning around, she searched the ogre's body until she found a small iron key tucked into his belt. Staggering to the iron cage, she unlocked the door and motioned for the Princess to eat and drink. The Princess just stared at her in disbelief, unable to comprehend the transformation she had just witnessed.

"Hurry... Princess... I can't do that again... We need to get out of here," she croaked with her broken voice.

The Princess stepped out of the cage and threw her arms around the human. Robyn hugged her back briefly, a single sob of anguish escaping before she could seal her lips.

"No time... I don't know how much longer... I can stay conscious... We need to get out of here," she rasped.

The Princess pointed to the wall behind the throne, "This way, there is a hidden passage. I have seen the ogre use it several times."  The elf stepped to the wall and twisted a rock.

With a quiet shudder a portion of the wall swung away, revealing a narrow tunnel.

Robyn felt a sense of hope, and then confusion. "How did Blath ever fit?"

"He's a shape-shifter, remember?"

Without waiting, the beautiful elf stepped into the dark passage. Robyn scrambled to follow her, her body aching with every step.

The tunnel continued for several yards before opening into a small cave filled with the ogre's personal belongings and treasure, and another passage beyond. She was delighted to find her short sword. The well-worn hilt fit her palm perfectly, and to have it in her hand cheered her tremendously. She used it to fashion a poncho from a filthy blanket. A strip of the blanket tied around her waist served as a belt. The remainder of a second blanket was quickly fashioned into a crude pair of shoes.

The two women made through the rocky passage until they arrived at the mouth of the cave and looked out into the daylight. The cave entrance was obscured by a few bushes and thin trees, and faced away from the main part of the orc compound. They waited briefly, while they tried to spot the most successful route of escape. Finally Robyn pointed to a small path skirting the settlement. Knowing it was only a matter of time before the ogre's body was discovered, they set out.

Stealthily, they were able to make it into the woods unseen. Robyn took the lead, heading north as fast as they could go. The way was rough and the rags on her feet offered little protection.

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After one league, she was limping and starting to slow. Spots of blood began to show through the wool as the rocks and debris began to take their toll on her feet.

They had eluded several patrols in the first hour, hiding in the bushes until they had passed. Robyn had just started to believe they would escape undetected when disaster struck. Rounding a hillside, they ran into three orcs.

The first orc charged them, swinging a morning star over his head. Robyn met his charge and rolled under his swing. Regaining her feet, she opened his back with an overhand stroke. A second slash across the back of his neck ensured he wouldn't trouble them further. Whirling, she groaned when she recognized the small spell-caster Tissmon. The shaman gestured at her and released a bolt of magical energy. The arcane fire sped at her and she dodged to hide behind a tree.

Suddenly, the Princess was beside her. The elf raised her right hand and the sapphire ring flashed brightly as the energy bolt bounced off of an unseen wall only an armspan away from the women. The energy did not dissipate, but seemed to seemed to bounce, and was suddenly speeding back toward the shaman. The short orc shaman gasped as the energy bolt struck him in the chest and exploded him to small burnt pieces.

The last orc dove into the bushes and ran for his life.

Robyn stared at the Delia, unsure of what just happened.

"Ring of spell turning," the elf explained.

"Handy." asked Robyn. "We better hurry, that last orc will bring others!"

The Princess retrieved the shaman's boots and offered them to the limping ranger. Delia winced as she watched the ranger peel off the crudely fashioned wool foot coverings to reveal the bloody condition of her feet as before she slipped on the boots.

"Are you sure you can go on, Robyn?"

"No choice. Come on."

Hurrying, they continued their trek northward.

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After a few hours, Robyn was barely able to keep up with the Princess. She tried to convince the regal elf to leave her, but Delia wouldn't hear of it. Shortly thereafter, the sound of baying wolves could be heard from the southern direction behind them.

"They have our trail. We need to reach a stream or river. We're close to where I was captured."

Delia agreed, "Let's hurry."

The women ran on, Robyn stumbling more and more often. Finally the ranger could feel herself slipping into a trance. She stopped, slapping herself to focus her awareness.

"You need to go on without me. I can't go much further. No more arguments, Princess."

Princess Delia looked at the ranger's face intently. She started to say something, then thought better of it. Nodding sadly, she acquiesced.

Robyn pointed to the northeast.

"Three leagues that way is the stream Glossamvin. You need to head that way. There's a family of bullywogs along it. If you can find them, they can help you."

The Princess nodded. She hugged the young ranger briefly and then dashed off.

Robyn looked around trying to find a place to make her final stand. She leaned against a tree, trying to summon her remaining strength. The problem was that there was so little left to draw from. She breathed deeply, trying to raise her energy.

She heard rustling in the brush behind her. Thinking that they'd circled around behind her, she spun around. Her heart leapt and her knees buckled as the familiar forms of her father, the Princess, Bowsar, Pa'Aey, Ruckee, and Troll ran towards her. Dingoo reached her just as she collapsed.

"No heroic last stand for you, little lady," he said as he scooped her up into his arms.

"Father..." was all she said before passing out.

"Bowsar, take the Princess to her people."

The mighty centaur nodded, holding his hand out to help the elf climb atop his back.

Bowsar proclaimed, "I'm no unicorn, but I promise you that if any orcs that try to stop us, they will not live to regret it."

The Princess jumped up and wrapped her arms round his muscular human torso. With a stomp of hooves he turned and sped off with his charge.

Dingoo handed the unconscious form of his daughter to the burly troll. "Troll, you can shadow-walk. Take her back to the compound please," he pleaded with the powerful creature.

Troll looked at the Ranger Master's fragile bundle in his arms. His heart was torn between caring for the young woman and the desire to punish those who had done this to her.

Dingoo sensed his friend's indecision. "Please, you're the only one who can get her back quickly. I need you to do this."

Troll blinked the sorrow from his yellow eyes. Nodding, he accepted the unconscious human woman into his arms. "Just save one for me, okay?" He stepped into a shadow and began to disappear from sight.

Dingoo smiled a very unpleasant smile. "I will try Troll. I will try."

Ruckee and Pa'Aey echoed the sentiment. Dingoo led the trio toward the sounds of the approaching wolves.

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Six Months Later...

Robyn was excited as she waited for the druid to lead her to the altar. She had recovered from her ordeal, with the help of the druids and a pair of elf healers that the elven royal court had sent to help. She had been quiet and withdrawn for several weeks. Finally one night in her father's bed, she had broken down and told her father of her torture at the hands of Blath Mord and his orcs. He held her as she tearfully recounted the details of her captivity.

The next morning she had resumed her duties. She threw herself into her work with a passion and diligence that surprised even the elder druids. She studied diligently, absorbing knowledge and practicing constantly. She drove herself relentlessly. Dingoo was concerned at first that she needed to relax. However the trio of Troll, Pa'Aey, and Bowsar made it their mission to ensure she still took time for fun. They constantly teased and taunted her, leading to many playful wrestling matches that led to activities of an intimate nature. She grew quite close to the three, especially the mighty centaur.

An emissary from the Princess brought her a new spear and a rare treasure that was the talk of the compound. The elves had sent a shimmering suit of elven chain-mail armor. This magical armor was exceedingly rare and for it to be given to a human was a sight seldom seen. She rarely wore the treasured gift. It was something that made her uncomfortable.

Now it was the night of the spring solstice. True to her word, she had earned the rank of Warden; the first of her peer group to do so. She waited impatiently as the two older Ranger Guides, Co'Lar and Tene' went through their own ceremonies of initiation. Both women had been flawless throughout the procedure. Robyn's heart beat wildly in her chest as she waited her turn.

Compounding her excitement were the magical unguents the druids had spread over the lips of her sex. They tingled and glowed. Her clitoris had swollen to its largest size, pushing it out beyond its hood further than she had ever seen. She squirmed and crossed her legs, feeling her wetness seeping between her legs. It took all of her willpower to keep from rubbing her hands between her legs and giving herself the relief she craved.

Finally the druid called her out and led her to the altar. Unlike the ceremony for her nipple rings, this time she was were left unrestrained. With all her friends watching, she sat on the edge of the altar and spread her dangling legs as wide as she could before laying back. Her inner thighs were wet and clear nectar ran freely from between the puffy lips to pool on the obsidian stone.

The elder druid took a red-hot silver needle and grasped her clit between finger and thumb. Robyn inhaled sharply, her brow furrowing with the effort of not climaxing right then. The druid pushed the glowing needle into the base of her clit and slowly began to push it through the base of her turgid love-bud. Robyn tensed as the fiery needle penetrated deeper and deeper. Finally, with a hissing noise, the tiny lance erupted from the other side. The druid withdrew the needle and picked up a gold ring. He reached down; preparing to insert it into the fresh piercing.

"Hold, Druid," commanded a new voice.

The crowd parted as the Princess Delia entered into the circle and stepped to the altar. "I am sorry to interrupt. Please forgive me." She smiled down at the trembling ranger.

"Princess, you honor us with your presence," the druid G'dfether stammered.

"Am I to understand that any ring will serve as the symbol of her rank?"

"Yes, your highness, that is correct," replied G'dfether.

"Then may I contribute a ring for the occasion?" The Princess removed the magical sapphire ring from her right hand and knelt between her rescuer's outstretched legs.

The crowd drew near, not believing the Princess was bestowing such a rich gift on the young woman. She ran her thumb up and down the length of the weeping fleshy flaps before her. At the top of her stroke she rubbed her thumb over Robyn's swollen clit, making the ranger gasp and buck in pleasure. Then the elf spoke a magic command and a small gap appeared in the circle of gold. She deftly threaded it through the piercing and again spoke the magical command. The gap disappeared, and the Princess straightened the sapphire bauble the hang from her clit.

The Princess remained kneeling as G'dfether spoke the magical chant that would strengthen and join the ring to the body. There was a bright flash as the magic of the ring combined with that of the druid's spell. The burst of eldritch energy coursed through Robyn's body, igniting a powerful orgasm that shook her hips.

G'dfether smiled and proclaimed the ceremony over. He gestured to Princess Delia and Robyn to remain where they were. Another druid lit the sacred brazier to burn sweet herbs in honor of Kaite, the Goddess of Lust and Fertility. The golden horns sounded, signaling the start of the Solstice Fertility Festival.

The elder druid pulled open his robe, revealing his erection. He stepped around to the back of the altar where Robyn's head rested. G'dfether grasped his shaft and rubbed himself across Robyn's chin and lips. She responded by opening her mouth and suckling greedily at the head of his cock. As she did, Princess Delia leaned forward and captured the new piercing with her tongue. The elf sucked at Robyn's swollen clit while inserting two fingers and pumping them into the ranger's overheated pussy.

Robyn reached out with one arm to grab the elder druid's ass, and pulled him against her face, taking his cock into her throat. Delia added two more fingers, finally folding over her thumb and slowly working her small fist into the ranger's pussy. Robyn moaned against the druid's cock as the fist stretched her. The Princess slowly pumped her wet fist inside the ranger, and watched the fleshy nether lips stretched around her slick wrist.

The elf waited until her lover was shaking on the edge of orgasm. Without warning, she bit into her clit and pulled on the ring with her teeth. Robyn's hips bucked and her hand clenched the druid's ass. Her free hand pinched one of her pierced nipples and she squeeled as the orgasm washed over her. G'dfether watched the young ranger writhe on the elf's fist and pull her mouth back to leave only the head of his cock between her lips so that she could catch her breath. He felt his own climax surge and his cock twitched, spewing strands of his seed into her suckling mouth. She tightened her lips around his shaft and swallowed his gift hungrily.

The elder druid stepped back and closed his robe to cover his glistening erection. Robyn wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and was able to look around. The solstice orgy was underway. From atop the altar she could see the revelers all around. Pa'Aey was playing his pipes as Co'Lar sucked the satyr's pointed cock. Tene' was crouched under the centaur Bowsar, fondling his equine penis while running her tongue over the flat head. Looking between her legs, she could see Princess Delia's grinning face hovering above her crotch as she held the edge of the altar with both hands. Standing behind the Princess and holding her hips was Ruckee, driving his studded cock into her royal pussy as she rocked back and forth. To one side, Robyn saw Kimi, the beast mistress laying on her back with her legs pulled up and spread. Her father, Dingoo was on his hands and knees with his face buried between Kimi's thighs. Kimi had his head in her hands, guiding his tongue for her own pleasure.

Robyn took in the orgiastic sight around her until the large form of Troll blocked her sight. She smiled up at him, and then glanced down to see his cock in one of his large hands. The round dome of his cock head looked shiny and she could see a pearly drop of precum oozing from the slit in the tip. She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head, collecting his precum on her tongue. Troll took a step forward and his large cock filled her mouth and began to push deeper. As she felt the shaft slide further down her throat, the Princess began licking at her pussy and newly pierced slit. Robyn cupped Troll's scrotum with one hand and felt the sensation of floating, as orgasms crashed one top of another. Troll's balls lurched up and down in her palm as his cock throbbed, squirting pearly cum into her gullet. Then she...

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EPILOGUE

...she sat up in the bed. With one hand she covered her mouth as her other hand bent over her mound. All four fingers pushed themselves, and her now-torn panties, deeper and deeper into her pussy. She tried to muffle her screams and moans of ecstasy as she came again and again from her erotic dream.

She fell back into the pillows, her breath and pulse racing as she came down from her sexual high. Listening, she couldn't hear her foster parents and she hoped they were out for a morning horse ride. Mindy and Jay frequently rode in the morning, enjoying the sunrise as it started the new day.

Teresa gasped and thought to herself, Get a grip, girl! Where are these dreams coming from?

This was the fifth time this month she had awoken from an erotic dream to find herself masturbating wildly. She hoped her new parents didn't discover her activities.

They'll think they adopted a nympho, she giggled.

She rolled out of the bed, rubbing her wet fingers together. She lifted her wet hand to her mouth and licked her fingers clean. Blushing at the erotic spectacle she presented in her vanity mirror, she peeled off her nightshirt and tossed it onto the rumpled bed. She groaned as she pulled down her torn panties. The fabric had been shoved deep inside her and was dripping wet. She pulled them down and stepped out of them, leaving them on the carpet at the edge of her bed. She paused to admire her body in the mirror. Her breasts were high and firm, large for a fifteen-year-old, and capped with wide pink nipples. The puffy aureoles sat like mounds atop the swell of her breasts. Her labia were a dark pink and still moist and swollen.

Teresa was naked except for a gold chain holding her most prized possession: a gold ring set with a sapphire, that had been inside her basket when the Sisters at the orphanage had found her. She had worn it for as long as she could remember. It reminded her of her dream and that made her pussy start to heat again. Giggling she ran to the bathroom to take her morning shower. With luck she could play with the water massage hose and have another orgasm before her parents got back.

As she left the bedroom, a pair of yellow eyes followed her hungrily from under the bed. They watched intently, following her naked buttocks as she ran out of the room. For a few minutes the house was quiet. Then the sound of the shower could be heard from the bathroom. The bed shifted slightly and the impossibly large form of Troll crawled partially out from the shadows beneath the bed. He snatched up the torn panties and brought them to his nose.

"Mmmm, so much like her mother," his deep voice rumbled. "Another one for my collection," He stuffed the wet fabric into his mouth.

As he tasted the fragrant juices soaking the cotton, he pawed his growing erection. Perhaps he would visit the mare in the stables before Mindy and Jay returned from their ride. Troll knew Teresa would soon turn sixteen. Then she could safely return to the other side.

He had brought her here to avoid a magical curse cast by the arch-mage Borchar. Troll and his friends had ensured the evil wizard no longer posed a threat. However, to defeat the curse she had to enter womanhood first. Since time passed more quickly in the earth realm, only two years had passed back home. Still, both Robyn and Bowsar complained of missing their daughter's formative years. Troll would be happy when he could reunite Teresa with her real family. As he listened, he could hear a moan as she entertained herself in the shower.

"So much like her mother," Troll chuckled and crawled back under the bed. As he opened a shadow gate to the stable, his deep voice echoed unheard through the house, "Here pretty horsey."

THE END

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