First Contact - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

The next morning everyone seemed to be in a much better mood.

As they bloody well should be, thought Kim. On a positive note, I was able to get a good amount of protein.

Xorag was more tolerant of Kim’s slower progress through the jungle, and the Orcs’ conversation was almost jovial. Leering, they taught her a few additional words, including rod and cunny for genitalia, and scream and enjoy/orgasm for her performance tied to the tree last night.

 

Kim pretended to ignore their jokes about her, concentrating on clues about where they were going. The words Ur Ghorgord and Dumburz seemed to recur – was that their destination? Would they reach it today, or was she in for another night of recreational Orc-handling? And were her nipples crinkling up in fear or excitement at that last thought?

When they next stopped, Xorag tried to interrogate Kim with a mixture of pantomime and the few Orc words she understood.

 

‘Khirb? Khirbrul?’ He pointed at Kim and then back the way they had come.

She shook her head, nonplussed.

He made flying wings with his hand, acted out her crash-landing, and pointed at Kim again. ‘Khirb?’

Oh, does he mean the city I overflew? “No! No Kim Khirb. Kim Earth. Kim human, no Orc.” And she looked up to the sky above the jungle canopy. “I came from beyond the stars you can see. And I can’t get back now because you bastard aggressive oversexed Orcs destroyed my scoutship.”

Xorag couldn’t follow the details, but he got the exasperated tone. He was evidently thinking hard, like an Orc who was beginning to realize there might be a bigger mystery to solve here.

Before mid-afternoon, the path led them to a gateway of unusual construction, marking a large perimeter in the jungle.

 

Xorag nodded, "Ur Ghorgord. Kim obey Dumburz."

So this was their destination. Kim swallowed.

Her involuntary arousal from 'chill-pill' withdrawal was cooling, and she was relieved not to be kept for another night as prisoner-playmate of the Orc soldiers. But what might be in store at Ur Ghorgord? She guessed that Dumburz would be very keen to learn about her scout ship.

Xorag instructed, "Kim no talk, punish. Kim obey Dumburz, talk. Kim enjoy/orgasm Ur Ghorgord."

The other Orcs laughed at Xorag's rapier-like wit.

Crying Callisto! From the frying pan to fire?

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They entered the gate and crossed into Ur Ghorgord.

A new detachment of Orcs emerged from among the trees to hold an urgent conversation with Xorag, who hurried on ahead, leaving them to follow on with Kim and the soldiers.

The newcomers were a little smaller, a little more human-looking, and very curious about Kim. They too, Kim deduced, had never seen bare human female breasts before either. She strode on, trying to ignore the leering.

 

Behind her she could hear a few phrases as the soldiers bragged to the newcomers.

"Female Kim alone prisoner ... Orcs make strip/naked, happy female obey, strip/naked pussy … titty punish, spank, happy scream, ha-ha! … Kim beg please boss/Sir, Orcs finger cunny hard … happy slaagh scream, big enjoy/orgasm … slaagh obey Orcs, suck rods … "

The smaller Orcs sounded very interested in this account of Kim’s jungle sex party, asking several gleeful questions, and laughing triumphantly at the answers.

"Yes! Kim enjoy/orgasm scream!"

Oh pumping Phobos, thought Kim grimly, even though they’re not quite so big, I might be in for some hard work here.

 

After half an hour, the main sprawling complex of Ur Ghorgord came into sight, rising from the jungle.

Kim’s pulse quickened slightly – what was to be her fate here now?

She had no notion of it yet, but this place was to be her prison, purgatory, workplace and home for many years to come. Ur Ghorgord was the Orc's leading science headquarters and research center. Kim Corman was to be its permanent captive, prime experimental subject, and reluctant co-scientist.

They entered the building. Kim was unceremoniously ushered down concrete steps, and into a gloomy and forbidding set of holding pens. The heavy iron grille of her cell hammered shut; the local Orcs leered and waggled their long tongues at her lasciviously, but at least the metal protected as well as imprisoned her.

Kim glared back at them.

They stamped up the stairs again; she listened to the muffled sounds of the research complex above as the footsteps receded.

 

Across the courtyard, three large Orcs had observed through a window as the naked prisoner was taken down to the dungeons.

Captain Xorag was in conference with the white-coated lord of Ur Ghorgord, Dumburz the Learned, and a more sinister presence known only as The Colonel. They were taking Xorag’s verbal report on his exotic prisoner, and debating what to do with her next.

 

"Yes Lord Dumburz, the craft flew at very high speed. It crash-landed near Khirb where we were in deep reconnaissance mode. We assumed it was a Clan Khirban prototype, and broke cover to destroy it, capturing the pilot before we withdrew."

"That was excellent work Xorag, commendable initiative. But the identity of the craft, and its pilot?..."

"Yes Lord Dumburz. We stripped the pilot to check for weapons. They turned out to be female, but not of any clan I’ve seen in fifteen years as a Ranger scout. She acted dumb, unable to understand us, though I’m not so sure. Female, physically weak, pretty exotic appearance, as you saw just now. She is clever, and picked up our language a bit, with an accent I’ve never heard."

"So the origin of this craft is unclear. You did not observe take off from Khirb? And the pilot is not Khirban?"

"No Lord Dumburz. She’s not a Khirban, I guarantee it."

"A fascinating mystery then, gentlemen. Previously unknown technology, way beyond what any of the clans are known to possess. An exotic female pilot of equally novel origin, who does not speak our languages. And a strikingly unusual physique, with those prominent mammaries, despite the absence of offspring. This is quite the scientific puzzle!"

"Do you find this exotic female attractive, Captain Xorag?"

"Er – well, yes, Colonel."

 

"I heard the local guards saying your soldiers used the prisoner for pleasure. Is that true, Xorag? You had very specific orders. Lord Dumburz has important research to do here, and we can’t have common soldiers contaminating the work."

"No Colonel. That is... it was necessary to strip the prisoner naked to discipline her, but the punishment soon made her unexpectedly, er... excited. Those mammaries are surprisingly sensitive. And some firm handling even forced her to sing the wild song... three times... loudly. We did not plough her, Sir. It’s just, when we untied her afterwards... well, she quickly learnt some tavern-slaagh tricks to serve us, if you know what I mean. We've been away on patrol for a long time. Sir."

"Interesting, Xorag. She can be made to orgasm without copulation or conception? Hmm...unusual. A most useful asset for my research on inter-clan sexuality and breeding, as well as for her flight technology intelligence.  But of course, Colonel, the military will primarily want to gain the advantage of powered flight. Though I’m still convinced our long-term success will be best secured by increasing the clan’s birth rate."

"Yes, Dumburz. I recommend we begin severe interrogation routines immediately. It is likely that she is only pretending not to understand us. The Black Guard will surely strip away her resistance and loosen her tongue for you."

"The problem is, Colonel, that your severe interrogation routines are likely to be far too much for this physically weak female. We cannot have you accidentally damaging or destroying such a valuable source of information. And losing such a priceless experimental opportunity too. On the other hand, what if she is genuinely not pretending, and cannot answer questions yet. What if her origin is not even on Orcadia?"

"Fine speculation, Dumburz. But even if so, how will you get her to tell us what we need to know?"

"We must teach her our language first, Colonel. And persuade her to co-operate as best we can."

"Then let us begin slowly. Rely on the Black Guard to do its professional work, Lord Dumburz. Captain Xorag’s experience of her... arousal... does give us some opportunities, I must say. Pity she’s already used to being naked around us, but we’ll soon find other entertaining ways to make her feel vulnerable. Tavern-slaagh, eh, Xorag? My man will deliver her to the punishment chamber now."

 

Kim had a very bad feeling from the moment she was dragged from her cell and shoved down the corridor.

Two large Orcs took turns to scream questions in her ear. They were quite unintelligible, as she knew less than fifty words of their harsh language.

“I am Kim Corman, Lieutenant in the Galactic Exploration Service, I am from Earth, I am not an Orc! Kim Corman, no Orc, human Earth!”

 

They hustled her through a large door, and into a cavernous room. High windows gave some natural light, revealing ominous-looking metal frames, hanging chains and ropes, and industrial scale furniture.

Several more Orcs were already present, including an imposing figure in a white coat, with a black-suited figure glowering at his side. The black-suited figure snapped his fingers, and Kim's interrogation began.

Continued in Chapter 5...

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