Chapter 2
Kim reluctantly unzipped the front of her flying suit, peeling it down below her navel. She struggled out of her boots, and pulled the suit down her arms and legs, trembling slightly. Her sense of vulnerability was growing by the second. She feared the sharp look in the Orcs’ eyes. This was not exactly working out like a textbook First Contact encounter so far.
She stood up again, left only in a sleeveless vest and skimpy black underwear. Her bare feet sank into warm leaf-mould. Insects? Snakes? Maybe not her most urgent problems. At least she was cooler now.
Kim adjusted the vest to cover herself slightly better, pulling back her hair and raising her hands again with a submissive smile, hoping to defuse the situation.
The Orcs studied the young woman, inspecting her athletic features, long brown hair, and bare legs. But, they were clearly fascinated by her chest. Kim tried to stay calm, but shuddered even in the humid heat.
One of them licked his lips. His hungry expression reflected more than just scientific curiosity, she thought.
"Nud! Nud!"
Oh crying Callisto! Please no, thought Kim.
"Nud!"
The leader impatiently gestured at her vest and growled again, nodding for emphasis.
"Nud slaagh."
Despite her dry-mouthed fear, the part of Kim that had earned her PhD wondered if 'Nud' should be interpreted as 'Strip' or 'Naked’? Phonetically, it was a coincidence, surely? She frowned quizzically. It was very odd, but--
There was growling, and a metallic gun-click from the Orcs.
Kim sighed. No choice, but to strip for them. Kim pulled the vest over her head and tossed it away carelessly.
There was silence.
Nearly naked now, she felt truly defenseless before their aggressive and muscular presence. Could these aliens actually be... ogling her? There you go, boys, never seen a nice Earth girl in her underwear before?
Kim held her breath, skin goose-bumping with prickly anticipation and adrenalin. Maybe they were just checking her for concealed weapons. Perhaps she wouldn’t have to strip down completely. Callisto, these Orcs are so big.
The leader pointed sternly at her neatly swelling black bra and barked, "Nud!’
Merciful Miranda, uncup her bare breasts? And then I'm a pussy-naked prisoner? Kim raised her eyes to the treetops, and prayed that the Academy psych-training would help her endure whatever humiliations and cruelty came next.
With her eyes on the pointed gun, the young pilot fumbled at her bra clasp, hands shaking. Kim bit her lower lip. She had never been naked in front of strangers before. A bikini on the Mars-Rec2 playgrounds was as undressed as she’d ever been in public.
The Orcs watched expectantly as she found her bra clasp behind her, gently lifting her shapely cups toward them.
"Slaagh…"
The bra clasp snicked out, and she held it in place for a moment, with a last silent prayer for mercy...
The silence was abruptly broken by distant and excited Orcish shouting.
Her captors froze, looking in the direction of the noise, somewhere back near the smoking crash site. Kim breathed again, and discreetly re-attaching her bra as the distracted Orcs exchanged terse but quiet exclamations. They were suddenly on alert, and focused not on her.
The leader issued rapid instructions to his team, and turned back to Kim.
He scowled narrowly at Kim, still in her underwear, as if to say, 'I won't forget, disobedient prisoner, we have unfinished business with you.'
But for now, he simply grunted and pointed to where an Orc soldier was pushing a path through the jungle, in a direction away from all the shouting.
Kim was to follow his team, with the leader bringing up the rear, gun at her back to make sure she did not stray. They moved surprisingly quietly and quickly for such large beings.
Kim was glad they soon found a proper path through the jungle, as the Orcs set a pace that was difficult to maintain in bare feet. Ferns and undergrowth scratched her bare legs and sides, twice snagging her skimpy underwear.
When she paused, the Orc behind motivated her with a stinging swipe on the rump. He chuckled quietly as she stumbled on more quickly, perspiring and panting.
From the direction of the sun, Kim reckoned they were heading away from the settlement she’d briefly seen from above. Interesting. That, and the furtive departure of her captors from the crash scene, suggested that they might be scouts or insurgents for someone hostile to the locals of that settlement. Perhaps that explained their aggression? Did they destroy the scout craft because they assumed it was an enemy asset? Hmm. And they’re taking me prisoner because... I must know lots of useful stuff. Uh-oh.
Ouch! Lo’s tits, these bushes will strip me naked even quicker than the Orcs!
They trotted through the jungle for hours. The Orcs relaxed a little as they got further away from the settlement, with quiet conversation breaking out among them. They stopped briefly for water, and to eat strange but palatable and savory biscuits.
The leader tried questioning Kim. He glowered, unsure if she really didn’t understand him, or if she was just playing dumb.
Kim shook her head, but started to worry about... more rigorous interrogation, when they reached their destination. And Great Ganymede, has this Orc never seen breasts before?
Kim tried to follow the soldiers' conversation, picking up words she heard, for food, water, move, hurry up, stop, yes, no, orc/soldier, and gun/weapon. She'd already learned strip/naked, but what about slaagh? Did that mean female, enemy, or prisoner? The leader's name seemed to be Xorag.
She pointed to herself and tried to communicate, “My name is Kim... Kim.”
Xorag blinked, and parroted back, "Keem?"
"Yes... Kim!”
The leader smiled a wolfish smile. "Yes, Kim slaagh.’
He amused himself by teaching her Orcish words for please, thank you, more, and enough, as he doled out her rations. And boss/Sir.
They pressed onward, until a little before sunset. Xorag and another Orc doubled back, checking for pursuers.
The other Orc soldiers stared at Kim for a while. They exchanged a few words, grinned, and raised their guns.
‘Kim... Kim slaagh.’ They leered and chuckled.
She tried to stay calm, as her wrists were roughly tied behind her back. Chin up, don’t show fear. Crying Callisto!
A hard rifle barrel lovingly stroked her bare stomach, and Kim recoiled. But the other Orc jabbed something painful in her back.
"No Kim."
She stifled a moan, as the metal gun barrel lingeringly raked her front and sides, her hip, and teased the inside of her thigh. Then the gun barrel was back to her stomach, slowly tracing the top of her panties.
"Kim strip/naked? Yes?"
Heart beating wildly, Kim shook her head. “No boss/Sir. Please boss/Sir."
Backed against a tree, she closed her eyes as the steel stroked her cheek, down her neck, to her cleavage. Then slowly, firmly and relentlessly, circled her breasts, nuzzling the soft outline of her bra cups. The end of the gun barrel found a provoked nipple to stimulate.
Kim did whimper aloud then, and the Orcs grinned in triumph.
Down the gun barrel slid, between her breasts, over her tummy and navel, and down over her thin panties, probing towards her... Oh Pluto, no not there...
“Please no. No boss/sir!”
The Orcs took turns, slowly teasing up and down her body with their guns. Her occasional squirming, and wide-eyed pleas added to their malicious entertainment. Kim’s legs started trembling uncontrollably.
Then there was a curt command from across the clearing.
Xorag had returned.
The Orcs stepped away from Kim nonchalantly. One of them winked at her as she almost sobbed in relief.
Kim was untied to eat, but still shaky and breathless from half an hour of spiteful teasing.
Relative darkness fell. Xorag set a watch, and the Orcs settled to sleep.
Kim stayed awake for a long time, her mind whirling over the long day’s events. In a few hours, she’d gone from being in command of a high-tech interstellar scout explorer, to a defenseless, stripped captive of brutish aliens, who possible had sexual designs on her. Her brain worried away at unconvincing escape plans. But she dozed off eventually, and awoke... happily unmolested.
They set off in early morning sunshine.
Climbing a small hill, Xorag took out a mirror and scanned the far horizon, before starting to flash sunlight reflections toward the distant hills.
After a minute, Kim noticed bright flicker answering in the heat haze. Heliographic signaling!
A chain of mirror operators could pass signals quickly over long distances. This was an early Earth technique, long before widespread EM Comms.
Kim lingered, not wanting to be out Xorag’s sight, after his subordinates teased and tormented her at gunpoint yesterday evening. It was a long message. Was he reporting in to home base?
After several minutes, Xorag grunted in satisfaction, and waved his team onward through the jungle.
Continued in Chapter 3...
First Contact - Chapter 2
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