Dragonlance - Laurana: Enslaved in Icereach

by Eucher

Dragonlance - Laurana: Enslaved in Icereach

The clan yurt was thronged with ice folk murmuring in low voices. The earthy scent of the peat fire burning in the center mixed with that of unwashed bodies and stale furs.

There were more than two score of the ice barbarians, both men and women, clustered in the huge tribal tent that served as the central gathering place and what passed for a court of the clan's chieftain. This night, as with most nights, the Headman of the Winter Wolf tribe sat at the far end of the tent opposite the pelt covered main entryway, attended by his guards, clan elders, shaman and his youthful wife. Positioning himself so the large communal fire pit, burning in the middle of the tent, was between him and the entrance. This allowed the chief to observe and survey, over the flames, anyone entering while the subjects of his scrutiny adjusted their eyes to the firelight.

This night he had been expectantly watching the entrance since a watchman has reported to him of the party that approaches at the dwindling of dusk.

With the rattle of arms and armor, and a bark of orders the tent flap lifted.

A hush fell over the gathered ice folk as a tall muscular man entered. His rugged face was severe, his dark hair was lanky and spilled to his shoulders, and he bore himself proudly. Accoutered for war in typical ice folk fashion with an assortment of scavenged and salvaged armor, lined in fur where the armor was absent and bearing an assortment of deadly blades, a heavy sword, and a battle axe.

He was the leader of the Hunt, an amalgam of a hunting party and war band, to which all the warriors of the tribe nominally belong. He was the veritable war leader. Only second to the chieftain of the clan, and it was no secret that the Hunt Leader and their chieftain had little love for each other.

Four more warriors trudged in behind their leader. The braves of the Hunt were similarly armed and armored as the Hunt Leader. One of them bore with him a heavy sack which jingled, but more conspicuous was the sizable fur clad bundle half carried and half dragged by two braves, which seemingly was wriggling and a few close to it could hear some murmuring from inside.

"We bring you the tribute from our hunt O' Great Grey Wolf." The leader of the Hunt intoned the formal greeting, though there was a tenor of contempt in his voice that those familiar with the enmity between chief and Hunt Leader easily picked out. The stern war leader threw down the jingling satchel that burst open on the ground to reveal a glittering assortment of coins, jewels, and trinkets made of precious metals as well as a smattering of gems.

The crowd gasped drawn away from the wiggling fur bundled form by the riches laid at the chieftain's feet.

"And other spoils, supplies and trade goods await outside."

"I and the Winter Wolf clan welcome your safe return, and we are pleased by your successful hunt." The Headman replied affecting cheerfulness that was cold as the frozen wastes of Icereach.

The leader of the Hunt grinned beaming with a not so subtle arrogance and his eyes were not on his chief. The war leader's gaze was directed pass the shoulder of his clan chieftain, to the alluring tall woman that stood to the left of the aging Headman.

The chieftain suppressed his scowl, "You have brought the tribe great plunder, but you have yet to finish parading all you have taken from the invading caravan before us have you?"

"Of what does the chieftain speak of?" The Hunt Leader did not hide his scowl, and his severe face turned even darker at his chieftain's words.

"I speak of that thing which seems to have all of us wondering," the headman raised a finger to point at the writhing murmuring bundle behind the war leader, held down by two of the braves of the Hunt.

"This?" The leader of the Hunt paused then took hold of the fur covered bundle, and with reluctance hurled the wriggling form towards his chieftain.

The fur bundled form was thrown sprawling at the feet of the clan chief. Out from under the furs a mass of hair, thick honey blonde, spilled out shining like a fleece of aged gold despite the soot and grime that marred it. The leader of the hunt roughly pulled away the furs from the prone bundle, revealing an elf woman huddled underneath, striking and beautiful, and utterly naked stripped down to just a pair of calf hugging boots.

The ice folk were stunned, and stared in wonder at the huddled elf woman her lush nude body laid out for their appraisal. Despite her attempt at modesty, she was ineffective in denying the gathered barbarians abundant view of her naked sumptuous ass, bare firm globes of her buttocks converging to curvaceous hips, lithesome thighs. Nor was she adequate in concealing her ample bosoms, the sensual slopes of her generous breasts heaving underneath her huddled form.

The nude elfess shone with almost unbearable allure, her nubile exposed body supple and ripe, a piquant fruit ready for the picking, a poignant beauty that seemed to the ice folk like intangible riches that begs to be despoiled if only to affirm that they were not dreaming.

She began to stir and raised her graceful head with its natural shawl of golden blonde hair to speak. All the gathered folk finally caught a full glimpse of the beauty of her regal face.

"Please hear me out," the elf woman's sonorous voice lending a musical timbre to the common language, "I am called Laurana. I am an ambassador on behalf of Qualinesti and Solamnia. I came on a mission of peace and friendship, when your warriors unlawfully attacked our diplomatic-"

The Hunt Leader silenced her with a kick to her bare upturned ass, and then slowly but cruelly shoved his booted toe squarely between her quivering buttocks into that soft area between her closed thighs. Her open mouth issued a moan and lapsed into silence. The onlookers almost winced in sympathy.

The elf woman remained hunched over, and gathered her lithe limbs close to her body, covering her nudity as best she could. She remained in a crouch at the Headman's feet, but it was obvious to anyone close enough to see into her face that she wasn't cowering in fear, for there was a haughty contemptuous fire that burned behind her enchanting green eyes.

"This, you ask? This is an elven bitch," the warrior spat, "...only survivor taken from the caravan." The Hunt's leader's voice steadily rose as he spoke. "An elf cunt who is going to suffer, who will live in pain and fear for the rest of her short miserable life," spittle flew from the warrior's lips as he shook with rage.

"What did this elf do to earn your wrath Hunt Leader?" The chief asked patronizingly, barely suppressed amusement clear in his voice. "She seems weak and harmless."

The leader of the Hunt was barely containing his anger, "She's the one who slew four of my Hunt!" There was a collective gasp from the crowd, some taking an involuntary step back away from the naked huddled elf woman.

"Hrofl," the Hunt Leader named his fallen braves, "Eglar," there were heartfelt cries in the back of the tent, "Lethig, and Edrik," more sobs and wails joined with the shouts of anger as the family and relations of the fallen called out from amongst the stunned crowd, "she slew them all." The sullen warrior looked back defiantly at those villagers and elders who dared to look at him questioningly that four of the best warriors were bested by a weak elf woman. "With treachery and guile, trickery and elven sorcery of course," he said in a strained and flat voice, addressing their unvoiced questions and the dubious expressions. Then he proclaimed forcefully, "So I and my Hunt claim this elven cunt!"

"Claim you may have, but for what purpose?" The chieftain questioned his voice calmer then should be for a leader who just lost four of his warriors. Although the chieftain's calm demeanor came as no surprise for those familiar with the divisions inside their clan for the four fallen men were counted amongst those most loyal to the Hunt Leader.

"It is our right! This bitch owes my Hunt a blood debt." replied the Hunt Leader, his voice quivering with anger.

"What could you possibly gain from her?" The chieftain asked.

"We would make her pay. We would..." The Hunt Leader's voice tapered off at the end as the realization struck him he had walked into his Chieftain's craftiness.

"Make her pay you with her screams? Her tears?" The chieftain asked, "You have lost four braves, four of my warriors." He affected a show of anger to color his voice. "Sure she would provide pliant flesh under you, a pretty elf slut to satisfy your loins and warm your bed, but what of the lost of my warriors? What of their families and their need? Who will bring them meat to feed them, or furs to clothe them?"

The Hunt Leader opened his mouth, but then closed it again, knowing he had been out maneuvered. The severe warrior's gaze shifted back and forth between the chief and his denuded prize, staring with hatred and anger.

The chieftain allowed himself the briefest of triumphant smiles. Then he furrowed his brows as if in deep contemplation he bowed his head slightly and eyed the lush prize naked at his feet. Finally, with his face set grimly he looked up, letting his gaze pass over the Hunt Leader's face towards the gathered ice folk.

"I have decided." He intoned gravely, hiding a smile that crept up his lips under his thick beard when he saw the Hunt Leader flinch. "The spoils and riches, the treasures and coins the Hunt has given me as tribute will be returned to the Hunt to be divided and shared amongst the families and relations of my fallen braves, to provide for them since their sons, husbands, and fathers no longer could."

There were some moans of gratitude from the bereaved families. Caught up in the shock and the sadness little did they realize that the coins and treasures the Chieftain so generously pledged to them would hardly last them two winters.

"Only the supplies from the intruders will I keep," he paused for effect, "and that is so that I could store them against need and parcel out to the clan."

There were grunts of approval from all assembled, humbled by the generosity and wisdom of their chief. The Grey Wolf smiled anticipating the mood of his clan from his next pronouncement.

"Finally, this she elf, having invaded our land," the Headman paused to look at his scowling Hunt Leader, "she has offered open offense against our entire clan!" There were angry shouts of agreement from the crowd. "But she may no doubt be valuable, just the price of an elf and a comely one at that, to be wasted on mere revenge. I say, with her body she has violated our sacred soil, and so have forfeited herself to us. I declare it is only fitting that she'd be made a property of our entire clan! A communal chattel, slave to our entire clan, to be used by all!"

Most of the assembled people, especially the men, whooped in approval. The chieftain smiled inwardly hearing support for him from the vast majority of the tribe, only the warriors in the hunting party seemed to mirror their leader's dark mood.

"What of vengeance for the fallen? What of the restless spirits of my dead warriors?" The leader of the Hunt yelled out trying to be heard above the din.

"Do not forget yourself, you are leader of the Hunt, while I am chief of the entire clan. Those are my dead warriors, not yours." The chieftain raised his own voice. "And be assured vengeance for the slain braves will be meted out to this elf in her slavery. It won't be a few days of brutality and then a quick release of death for her that you have planned. Long will be her suffering and misery as a common slave to us all. When she is forced into lowliest of servitude, or used in the most degrading of fashions, great will be her suffering, and that will appease the spirits of the slain more then a quick death.

"Or is it that you worry less about appeasing the fallen, and more about appeasing your lust? On the three nights that took you to reach our camp from when she was taken, did you and the men of the Hunt not get a chance to ply her trough enough? Were those long hours of the night proved too short for you to take pleasure of her flesh whilst she writhed beneath you? Don't tell me you haven't touched her, sampled her flesh, we don't need to spread her loins and examine her well to smell the reek of sex on her." The chieftain waved his hand in dismissal at his scowling but silent war leader. "You're not losing her. Just sharing her with the rest of the clan, you'll have your turn with her."

There were calls of approval and mutters of assent amongst the crowd. The Headman of the Winter Wolf clan beamed as he bore the adoration and praise from his tribesmen. Only two pairs of eyes were cast on him without praise or adoration, that of the Hunt Leader, and the chief's own young wife.

Laurana couldn't tell what was being said as the ice barbarians have been speaking in their own language. For all she knew the chieftain may not even know common though the severe looking warrior that captured her spoke it. As predisposed to violence and anger against her as he was she doubted he would translate for her. Fear was in her heart, she would not let it consume her. Her experiences in the War of the Lance, from countless battles had taught her to make use of this fear, to use the heightened senses that came from fright to look for possible escapes.

The clan chief then said something as if giving instructions and the raucous roar of approval from the crowd in response chilled her blood. With despairing certainty she knew that the chieftain's declaration concerned her.

Laurana looked up in alarm as the men, mostly strong warriors, approach her prone form. She cast her eyes up at the chieftain who was looking at her with a lascivious grin.

"Please, you have to listen to me," she cried out desperately as the men were upon her, "you are endangering yourselves," she looked up pleadingly to the only woman close to her, the chieftain's young and beautiful wife, hoping to appeal to her sympathies as a woman, "Please...not this, I beg you."

The woman may as well have been chiseled out of the very ice the way she glared back impassively at Laurana. The blonde elfess cried out, eyes glistening with tears now as the men of the tribe hoisted her up off the ground denying her nude body the last vestiges of cover. As calloused hands pulled her straining arms behind her back the chieftain's wife stepped up before her to stand face to face with the struggling elf woman. Then with a slightly accented but otherwise perfect common the chieftain's wife spoke in a whisper meant only for the qualinesti's ears, "You deserve what's coming to you, you meddling elven whore. You shouldn't have come here, ruining everything. He should have killed you when he took you in the raid, but he does love a pliant pussy, especially the exotic ones. And nothing is more exotic then an elven cunt."

The words and the vehemence behind them left Laurana stunned that she momentarily forgot even to struggle.

The chieftain's wife took hold of Laurana's chin in a vice like grip. The elfess felt that the barbarian's hand was as cold as her countenance. The blue eyes of the human woman sparkled with hatred as she stared back at the qualinesti.

"I shall have to console myself by knowing you're going to be suffering for blundering into what I've wrought. The men are going to rape you, all of them, mount you like a communal whore...because that is what you are now. Then after that, if you survive, maybe I'll take a more direct hand in your misery." With that the chieftain's wife stalked off, leaving the naked elf woman wiggling in the grip of the ice barbarians.

Laurana was dragged towards what looked like a standing rectangular frame constructed of wood. It was a tanning frame she realized, having seen many such scaffolds where furs or hides were tied and stretched hung out to dry.

The elf woman was fighting, trying to kick with her feet and tried to flay with her arms, but to no avail. She felt hands all over her struggling body, rough hands that groped and fondled her lush curves, violating her nubile nude body as they propelled her towards the tanning frame.

They pushed and pulled her, half dragging half carrying her. Once she was shoved inside the rectangular scaffold her wrists and ankles were pulled to the four corners of the tanning frame until her limbs were stretched taut and she was left standing spread-eagled. The multitudes of hands upon her lifted up her besieged body until her feet were hovering off the ground. Her wrists were tightly lashed with leather strips to the opposing top corners of the tanning frame. Once she was secured the hands supporting her let go leaving her dangling suspended by her arms. The elf woman gasped from the pain that shot up along her shoulders as her weight pulled on her outstretched limbs.

The tribesmen roughly stripped her of her boots uncovering her ankles which were quickly tied with leather thongs. They pulled her dangling legs in opposite directions binding her ankles to the sides of the frame, spreading her thighs wide and leaving her blonde tufted crotch completely exposed.

Laurana waited with dread for what she knew was inevitably to follow. She hung by the straps starkly naked, completely defenseless and all her charms obscenely laid bare. Her heart thumping rapidly beneath her bare bosoms, the elf woman looked up to see the chieftain making his way to her.

The grizzled chief came to a stop before her. Though his hair was graying and his shoulders were now beginning to stoop with age, he was never the less still broad and tall. His demeanor left no doubt that he had been a mighty warrior in his own time.

The Grey Wolf stood before the stark naked elf woman appraising the prize he so cleverly took from his rival, the Hunt Leader. His cunning eyes roamed over Laurana's denuded form, a carnal tableaux hanging before him. Then he reached out for her, his hands ravaged where his eyes had roamed. Rough calloused palms seized the qualinesti's hanging heavy breasts, cupping the sizable spheres squeezing the milk sacs.

Laurana began to whimper as she had her bared tits humiliatingly fondled. The Chieftain's calloused fingers were mauling her mammaries crushing them painfully.

The captive qualinesti gasped in relief when the ice barbarian chief finally let go of her breasts. His hands wandered down her trim sides coming to rest on the firm mounds of her ass. He gave her exposed buttocks a thorough groping, taking his time to feel up her ass flesh, doling out some playful spanks.

Laurana shook in her bonds all the while pleading as the Headman's calloused hands pried her ass cheeks apart exposing her tight sphincter to the room. He said something in his barbaric tongue, and the large yurt, now occupied only by the men of the Winter Wolf clan, erupted in laughter.

The Chieftain then turned his attention to the tantalizing prize that had been dangled before his mind's eye all night. He traced a hand down the center of Laurana's taut abdomen, slowly feeling his way pass her waist to her muff covered mound. The headman's eyes were alight with amusement at the feel of the elf woman's neatly trimmed soft thatch of golden short hairs on his palm.

"Are you hot and plaint, slut?" He asked in thickly accented common.

"N-no, please..." Laurana managed to moan as he reached for her bare crotch, his rough hand salaciously pressed against her naked vulva. A part of her thought she would die as mortified with shame as she was from not only stripped naked and put on obscene display, but having her most intimate cleft so callously and churlishly fondled.

Then to her horror she felt the barbarian chief's fingers on her labia pushing them apart. Laurana's eyes snapped open when she felt a warm knob pressed against her moist fuck hole. Looking down she saw the chief's erect cock poised up at her pussy.

"No!" Laurana yelled, but her protest turned into a scream as the grizzled chieftain shoved his thick member into her plaint hole. The elfess felt like her whole world was spinning, and the oppressive heat inside the yurt and the press of bodies drowned out her senses as she was fucked by the first of assuredly many cocks she would be taking that night.

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After the men were finally done with her, they left her still tied to the frame. Sobbing and sore, Laurana hung by her wrists which were bound separately to the opposite top corners of the erect tanning frame, and her legs too were pulled to either side with her ankles strapped to the wooden posts of the scaffold holding her in a standing spread-eagled position. However, any illusions of respite she might have were dispelled as the women returned, lead by the clan chief's wife.

The raven haired woman approached the trussed up elfess. There was cruelness to the set of her jaws, and a sneer on her lips. She ran her hands through the blonde hair of the naked elf woman before curling her fingers around the golden strands. With suddenness the headman's wife pulled down on the hair painfully jerking Laurana's head backwards. The woman spat in the captive qualinesti's face.

"Whore! Look at you. You really enjoyed the attention of our men folk didn't you!?" She said in common into the elf woman's tear stained face. "We could hear your moans from even beyond the firelight of the camp." When Laurana just stared back at her from behind dulled eyes a rage overcame the barbarian woman. The chieftain's wife used her free hand to slap the captive elfess across her upturned face, and then she slipped behind the dangling captive, her hand moved down to the elf woman's unprotected bottom cheeks. After giving the elf woman's bared buttocks a firm grope the chieftain's wife began to apply stinging open-palmed spanks to Laurana's hapless lush ass mounds all the while still yanking on her golden hair.

Laurana wailed less from the pain and more from shame of having her naked ass spanked in front of all the tribe's women. After suffering over a score of stinging slaps to her bottom, she could hold back no longer and the elf woman began to beg her tormentor to stop.

The elf woman's pathetic sobbing pleas seemed to eventually calm the barbarian woman, who finally ceased her assault on the lush elven ass flesh. She released her hold on Laurana's hair, and took a few tired steps away, leaving the elf woman sobbing on the frame.

"Clean up this pathetic slut," she ordered.

At her command two young women came forward with a sloshing bucket of water. They positioned it between the elf woman's lewdly spread legs. One held up the bucket the other maneuvered it under Laurana's crotch and held it just beneath the qualinesti's ravished quim.

While one remained holding the bucket, the other maiden pried open the elf woman's reddened ass cheek eliciting a reluctant moan from the trussed up qualinesti. The young woman couldn't help but wince in sympathy as she eyed Laurana's well ploughed pussy. The elf woman's nether lips were red and swollen, drying cum still oozing out of her well used snatch.

The young tribeswoman used one hand to keep the elven captive's buttocks open. She hooked two fingers into the taut flesh of each of the elf woman's ass cheeks lifting them up, back, and apart. This left Laurana's intimate furrow opened for her other hand which was now splashing water into the exposed cleft.

Laurana couldn't help but yelp as she felt the cold water against her bruised vulva and inner thighs. With a cupped hand the clan maiden washing her began to sluice water down the valley between Laurana's ass cheeks. The elf woman felt the liquid trickling down the nestled furrow formed by her ass mounds soaking the sensitive flesh of her sore nether lips, labia and her inner thighs.

Only when Laurana's vulva was thoroughly awashed with cold water did the barbarian maiden stop splashing against the elf's crotch. The blonde elfess was left with droplets beading on her bruised mound, dripping from the petals of her pussy, and soaked in the fine thatch of golden short hairs crowning her cunt. Water mingled with the dried discharges of the men, loosening the globs and streaks of drying cum, washing away the stains of her rape. The befouled fluid that wasn't already dripping from her vulva to splatter wetly on the ground trickled down the inside of her spread legs leaving glistening trails along her inner thighs.

Then the elf woman heard the faint stirring of the water, like the sound of something being wrung out after being dipped. She did not have to wonder long before she felt the wet cloth between her splayed thighs. Despite herself she gave a low moan as the moist rag was pressed against her vulva. The hand that splashed her crotch with water was now behind, handling the wet rag as it wiped against her drenched pussy and sore petals. The cloth covered hand reached out from behind between the crux of her inner thighs, coming far up the front of her crotch to apply the damp rag to her mound and field of golden short hairs.

Laurana could only whimper in pain and humiliation as her cunt was thoroughly cleaned out. Every furrow, every nook and cranny, every slit and petal of flesh between her thigh was furiously scrubbed with the rough rag. Then as if the intense and humiliating scrubbing wasn't enough the captive elfess felt her bruised nether lips being parted as two rag-wrapped fingers pushed into her slit. Laurana gasped in air, too stunned to even cry out as her orifice was stuffed with the wash rag by the probing fingers. She felt the cloth covered fingers raking the walls of her well ploughed hole, gouging out her insides. Her once sacrosanct cavern was now being dug up by wiggling digits scooping out the thick cream left by the men.

"Frost take their cocks, but they filled her up good," swore the barbarian maid as she widened Laurana's abused fuck hole with her fingers holding back the elf's petals, and allowing the men's discharges to slowly ooze out of the captive woman's cunt. The viscous half-dried fluid plopped into water of the awaiting bucket in dollops.

"I hope she didn't get knocked up already," said another young voice, the one holding the bucket.

"I think we got out all that we're ever going to get out of this slut's gourd," said the rag wielder as she pulled her finger and rag out of the elf woman's splayed pussy with an audible wet plop.

After the bucket was taken away Laurana was left still bound and suspended spread-eagled on the tanning frame. Her pliant breasts heaving heavy and lewdly exposed, her lush spanked ass still acutely naked, and her pussy mound now cleaned glistening with water in the firelight openly laid bare. If she thought her torment was over though it was short lived as the chieftain's wife stepped up to her front. The elf woman noted through bleary eyes again how cruelty intertwined with beauty in the tall woman from her long dark silken hair, to the harsh edge of the human's jaw line and the radiant hardness in the cold grey eyes of the lady of the ice folk. All about her lean form was a reflection of the terrible harsh beauty of the Icewall nomads.

The barbarian woman stood poised imposingly before Laurana, raking the bound elf woman's naked body with those cold baleful grey eyes. Eventhough the captive qualinesti was hovering, hanging as she was suspended from the erect tanning frame, a head taller then the human woman, it looked to all gathered that their chieftain's wife was haughtily looking down on the trussed up elfess. Then the raven haired woman lifted a hand in a commanding gesture to the crowd which parted to allow a bent figure to come forth from its midst.

An old woman with a pinched weather beaten face approached the chieftain's wife standing in front of Laurana. The elderly woman, perhaps a shaman or wise woman of the tribe from the feathers in her hair and a cloying pungent herbal aroma that pervaded, was eyeing her, the elf woman realized, and she felt the ancient crone was sizing her up. In the old woman's gnarled and wrinkled hands was held a sizable box of rosewood stained dark and smooth with age. The elderly shaman raised the box to Laurana's dark haired tormentor and pulled back the lid with a gnarled hand.

The elf woman could not see clearly what the large box held for the hetman's wife obstructed her view, although she saw that her tormentor was looking into the open lid as if in thought. Laurana's mind was left wondering what sinister items were in the box, but whatever it was she was certain it would be unpleasant for her. As if coming to a decision the chieftain's wife nodded and took hold of something from it, almost reverently.

The headman's wife held aloft the item from the box. Laurana's heart fluttered in despair as the light of the yurt's fire caught on the object in the cruel woman's hand. It was a smooth ivory rod, a tusk of some kind the analytical part of Laurana's mind thought detachedly, the length of a woman's arm in its entirety and for the most of its length as thick as a haft of a battle-axe. It was gently curved and tapering to a dull point at one end with a leather wrapped handle plugged into the other end, and as she picked out the details of the shaft the elf woman realized that it wasn't smooth as she had thought, shallow grooves, like blood grooves on a sword blade, ran down the length of it all around the outer surface of the shaft.

Laurana had a fair idea, to her horror, what purpose the carved tusk served, and knew with dreadful certainty where it would be applied. The elf woman shook her head in denial, and whimpered, whispering "Please...please don't..."

The headman's wife paid the elf woman's soft protests no heed. She merely sneered and brought the ivory horn to the crux of the elf's splayed limbs, holding it erect tip up hovering just underneath the blonde elfess's sheltered sex. The woman reached between Laurana's spread thighs with her free hand stroking her captive's quim before she used her fingers to split open the elf's engorged petals. The barbarian, with her fingers, pinned Laurana's pussy lips against the elf woman's own outer labia holding them apart. She then brought the tapered end of the tusk to the elf woman's uncovered vulnerable hole, teasing the rim of the slit with the tip.

A shudder ran through Laurana when she felt the tip making her whimper out a plea, "P-please, d-don't do this...please don't." A part of her felt disgusted at how pathetic she sounded, but all she could think of now was the ivory phallus poised menacingly at her pussy.

With a final sneer across her otherwise beautiful features, the chieftain's wife tightened her grip on the handle and put the full force of her arm into an upward thrust of the phallus.

"No!" Laurana screamed, as the ivory tusk was rammed roughly up her pussy. The headman's wife pushed up on the handle forcefully, thrusting the grooved tapered rod hard and deep up her captive's cunt, making the elf woman shudder on the frame. >Despite the tight, the qualinesti was wet, and the fleshy walls of the elf woman's fuck tunnel was slick with her own juices, allowing the barbarian woman to bury the hand and a half span of the ivory rod almost to the hilt.

Laurana gave out a long drawn out sob as she felt the smooth tapered tip of the tusk grazing against the entrance of her womb deep inside her quim. The sensation made her heart flutter, made knots in her belly, and muscles of her loins clenched involuntarily. She could feel her star shaped sphincter tighten, and her nipples harden visibly standing tall and stiff.

The chieftain's woman held the long haft stuffed inside the elf woman for some time savoring the pain and the humiliation that washed over the face of her captive. Finally, only when the blonde elfess had recovered from the shock of violation and was panting hard again did the ice barbarian draw back on the handle letting the ivory phallus slide out until only its tapered tip remained inside the qualinesti's quim.

Everyone could see the ivory tusk was glistening in the fire light, slick with the elf woman's moisture. The raven haired human gathered strength in her arms again.

Laurana gulped in air, acutely aware of her big bare breasts heaving with the rapid rise and fall of her chest, and how the muscles of her naked ass were drawn taut with fearful anticipation.

All the warning the panting elf woman had was the tensing of the ice barbarian's shoulders and arms, before the rod was rammed back up her slick clenching orifice again.

Laurana jerked in her bonds, a despairing wail was involuntarily ripped from her throat as the phallus slammed into her tight cunt. The tusk's tip tapped against her womb's entrance again, and to her shame she felt unwanted but undeniable warmth spread from her carnal nexus.

The raven haired tormentor withdrew the crafted cock, pulling all the way out to just shy of leaving the elf's tunnel, then with force plunged the rod again hilting the captive elfess. The chieftain's wife repeated the recovery and forceful thrust again, and again, and then again.

Laurana was reduced to staccato barks of heartfelt whimpering moans as her pussy was pounded repeatedly and relentlessly. Laurana shuddered, her limbs jerking in their bonds pulling on the straps that held her spread-eagled. To the once proud elfess' horror she could feel the mental dam erected to suppress the pleasure from her forced fornications begin to unfetter with each cervix teasing contact with the phallus.

Laurana hated herself and a part of her was mortified as her body betrayed her and surrendered to pleasure. Unwilling but unable to quite control herself, the haughty elf princess found herself thrusting her naked pelvis in time to meet the thrust of the ivory phallus. Her moans have, unbeknownst to her, changed from that of protest to moans of unfulfilled need.

Though it became apparent to Laurana that she was not the only one impatient for her own release, as tormenting tribal hands soon joined her in her efforts. A pair of hands reached out from behind to take hold of her heavy heaving tits, fondling the hefty mammary mounds. More hands enveloped her breasts, cupping and squeezing her milk sacs. The elf woman could feel her nipples stiffen engorged with arousal. Standing erect upon the crowns of her bare assailed slopes, her breast buds provoked the attention of her tormentors. Her nipples were assaulted the engorged buds were flicked and rubbed, pinched and pulled, and even cruelly twisted until tears flowed freely down her cheeks.

All the abuse on her heaving adornments had made Laurana almost forget how vulnerable her palm reddened ass cheeks were until hands seized upon the lush inflamed expanse of her buttocks. The pain, as palms traversed her spanked slopes, flared up through her spine. Her taut ass mounds were again roughly spread, but this time instead of water or a rag fingers traversed down her carnal cleft. The tip of exploring digits brushed the puckered entrance of her anus. The elf woman had barely time to be alarmed before a stern finger penetrated pass her unsuspecting entrance and was shoved into her tight asshole. Instinctively she could feel her ass clench down, but to no avail as the finger burrowed insidiously into her warm rear tunnel. Soon a second finger joined the first burrowing into her back hole and before long the two invasive digits were being pumped in and out of her anal chute. Laurana felt the exquisite pleasure, unwanted but undeniable, each time the bony knuckles forced pass and rubbed against the rim of her tight anal ring. There was nothing the qualinesti could do but suffer in shameful delight having her ass finger fucked, and those hands groping her ass were soon subjecting the lush dangling globes of her bottom to further humiliating spankings.

To her despair, her body was wallowing in pleasure from the lewd attentions of the hands and fingers on her tits and ass, as they squeezed and spanked, fucked and fondled her. The fingers tormenting her nipples with pinches and pulls were supplemented by oral attention of the tribeswomen. Heads bobbed in, while hungry teasing mouths drew on her heaving breasts, as tongues darted in flicking her nipples and licking her areoles. Maidenly and matronly lips alike closed around the spherical summits of her gorgeous globes, forming fleshy seals against her skins as they sucked on her glistening mammaries. Teeth too teased her engorged nipples, clamping down on her stiff nubs and pulling at them. When mouths and tongues withdrew trailing saliva, fingers would continue the torment until more adventurous heads would dart in wanting a taste of the well endowed elven bosom.

The qualinesti's blonde tufted mound did not escape the attention of her captors either. For the tribeswomen who were accustomed to full bushes on their mounds, their elven captive's wispy patch was a thing of derision and amusement. A bold hand reached in from the side to stroke the golden thatch covered soft pad of skin. Fingers raking roughly through the moist short hairs giving her fine fleece a thorough tousling while the woman cooed mockingly like she was patting a pet to the laughter of the others.

Laurana felt her breaths coming harder. Her body was flushed red, enveloped with heat rising from her crotch radiating from her carnal nexus. Sweat drenched her body in a slick sheen, beaded on her brow and drops trickled down her temple pass her reddened face wending along the edge of her straining jaws and pointed chin to drip on the upper slopes of her breasts or into her cleavage.

All the while, the ivory phallus was continuing to plough Laurana's pussy, the hand pumping it merciless and forceful. The curved tapered rod kept battering aside the elfess's already sore nether lips which were now engorged again as the unwanted stimulation mounted. The phallus's grooved surface bored into her helpless hole, scraping against the slick walls of her sanctum building up the pressure and heat. As the ivory rod plumbed her moist depths, she felt the top side of the shaft's entire length rubbing against the front wall of her tunnel stroking where her most sensitive spot was located.

With every cruel stab into her tightening twat, the invading rod sent the captive princess higher up the slopes of pleasure that she could no longer suppress. Each fierce plunge left the dull smooth tip of the phallus grazing and scratching the entrance of her womb leaving the bound elfess writhing in ecstatic agony. Every time the thick ivory rod was pulled out she felt an aching concupiscent void in her carnal core that was begging to be plugged and filled again.

Laurana felt her stomach flutter, and knew she was no longer in control of her body as the mounting sense of pleasure and pain entwined to tear down the last vestiges of restraint in her mind. Her vulva was a blended prurient mass of desire and agony awaiting and welcoming each forceful violation. She could feel her clit was engorged and stiff and her hole, vigorously being fucked, was tightening against the invading phallus.

"Ha!" The chieftain's wife snorted. "Your cunt...it's getting tighter with each stroke," she grunted between her forceful thrusts, "I can feel you squeezing down on this shaft. You're ready!" With that, the barbarian woman picked up the pace and the forcefulness of her strokes, while her other hand reached the elf woman's clit. She pinched and pulled at the qualinesti's engorged bouton, then began to press it against the hardness of the plunging shaft underneath.

With the lewd attention of the fingers on her clit, and the shaft stroking her exquisitely sensitive spot on the inside wall of her tunnel Laurana writhed in her bonds, moaning loudly. Try as she might, Laurana knew she could not deny the sensations rippling through her body as hands mauled and kneaded her hefty bare breasts, tongues licked and flicked on her erect nipples, the lush mounds of her buttocks were slapped and groped, and her ass was stuffed by insistent pumping fingers.

Seeing that the resistant in her captive was waning, the chieftain's wife pumped a succession of a few more forceful of strokes. With one final brutal thrust she buried the ivory phallus up to the handle at the same time crushing the elf woman's clit against the hard shaft impaling her pussy.

The mounting pleasure proved too much for Laurana whose generous breasts heaved as she drew in a deep shuddering breath feeling something finally burst deep within her.

Laurana let out a long wail as she felt the pleasure explode in her. It felt like an almost unbearable lance of pleasure and pain pierced her pussy then shot up through her spine. The carnal heat flared through her entire body burning through her like flames of ecstasy. The vulgar exhilaration burst upon her nipples making them tingle, and she felt a blinding flash behind her eyes. The pupils in her almond shaped eyes rolled back in bliss. Her whole body went taut shuddering from pointed ear to curled toe. Her heavy breasts gleaming with sweat and saliva were quivering. She felt her puckered sphincter squeezing down on the fingers fucking her ass.

Laurana came hard with ragged desperate moans while her whole body shuddered in its bonds. Despite being restrained in her spread-eagled position, she could feel her hips bucking and jarring her impaled pussy against the unyielding phallus. Her taut buttocks were clenched, her crotch was in spasm her throbbing twat convulsing as the muscles of her pelvis tightened contracting in ecstatic and debauched synchrony. The elf woman could feel her pussy squeeze down on the ivory tusk trying to milk the solid shaft like she would a living cock but yielded nothing. Instead she herself was being tapped with the phallus serving as a spigot to her carnal cask.

Laurana was aware how she was squirting hard on the shaft with her juices dribbling pass her enflamed nether lips down the length along the grooves of the tusk. The nectar gushed freely from her shuddering twat, pumped out by the spasming muscles along the clenching walls of her cunt as they squeezed against the ensheathed rigid phallus impaling her. The humiliating eruption of the elf woman's pussy continued accompanied by her ragged moans as her viscous fluids cascaded down the ivory rod in glistening rivulets pass the handle drenching the tribal woman's hands.

With a final shudder Laurana's body slackened. Her spurting died down, the flow of her cum trickling then ceasing altogether. The haughty qualinesti returned from the peaks of her pleasure, leaving her hanging bound to the tanning frame drained and defeated gulping down air.

The chieftain's wife held aloft her hand, eliciting a shame filled groan from Laurana who saw the way her honey coating the human woman's hand glisten in the fire light.

The human woman brought her juice drenched hand to her cruelly smiling lips. Slowly purposefully the barbarian woman licked the qualinesti's nectar from her hand. With her eyes closed she savored the elf woman's flavor as if she was relishing a fine wine. Finally, the barbarian woman let out a sigh of pleasure as she slurped off the last remnants of the once haughty elfess's carnal cream.

"She maybe a slut, she may all too willingly spread her legs, and her cunt moistens easily, but this elf bitch squirts potent nectar!" The chieftain's wife declared with a raised hand, which was now glistening with her own saliva. The other tribeswomen laughed and voiced their approval drowning out the humiliated sobs of the violated elf woman.

Bound to the frame the erstwhile princess of the Qualinesti was made to ride the thanoi tusk by the women of the ice barbarian tribe. Still suspended spread-eagled on leather straps, the ravished elf woman could do nothing but endure the ploughing of her sore fuck hole. She moaned and sobbed, wept in shame while crying in pleasure. As the hours of the night stretched on, the handle of the long thick tusk plying her depths changed hands, but the plumbing of her hole continued, and they made her writhe in shameful ecstasy. Abusive hands mauled her hanging heavy breasts, while insistent fingers invaded her clenched anus, and her well was kept persistently flowing with nectar which was quickly gathered up in vials and tubes by the women. Laurana could only sob in despair strapped helplessly to the tanning frame, and endure the pumping of her captive pussy as the women of the tribe tapped her honey hole for its rich nectar long into the night.

The End...for now"