First Contact - Chapter 5

Chapter 5

More questions were barked from either side. Kim simply shook her head, and repeated her mantra, “Kim Corman, no Orc, human from Earth– “

Without warning, she was thrown on her knees. A large Orc stood over her, carrying a thick rope. This one spoke more softly, and at length. When he had finished, the room waited silently.

“I don’t understand. I am Kim Corman– “

 

The Orc snarled at her, and swung the rope, catching Kim on her side and shoulder. She bit her lip and stifled a cry.

The Orc nodded, and walked around behind the kneeling young woman.

Kim held her breath, fingers digging into her bare thighs.

Crying Callisto! The rope thudded bruisingly across her bare back.

And again. And again.

Kim gasped, arching at the blows.

Shoulders again, thighs, bare buttocks, sides… the Orc was swinging lazily so as to bruise, not break the skin, but it was still like being punched. Kim bowed her head and moaned quietly at the beating.

The Orc laughed triumphantly. "Punish Kim, Kim obey!"

Yes, she understood that bit.

The interrogators pulled Kim dizzily to her feet. She was made to stand hands on head, legs slightly apart, while they slowly circled like wolves.

They looked her naked body up and down, leering nastily.

Kim’s heart thudded loudly. Predatory hands grabbed her bottom and cupped her breasts with a coarse chuckle.

"Punish Kim titty?"

“Kim Corman, human, Earth– OWW!... Neptune's nipples!”

 

They watched her for signs of weakness or fear, reinforcing her sense of vulnerability, with occasional random blows of the rope-end on her aching body. Kim did her best to remain impassive, but her parted legs were trembling and cold perspiration beaded her front and back. Suffering Saturn, how far were these bastards going to go?

As they talked amongst themselves, she understood a few of the words.

"A pretty thing, Lord Dumburz. I see why Xorag was tempted. You will have a lot of pleasure from her in your laboratory once she is co-operative."

"I was thinking, Colonel... is it not curious that we find her exotically attractive, but she does not seem to reciprocate, judging by her reactions now?"

"Well, Xorag forced her. Maybe her clan appreciates rape? I told them not to grab her pussy too soon, best give her something to look forward to. Fear is the interrogator’s friend, Dumburz."

The questioning went on and on. Kim stood naked in the middle of the room, Orcs circling, sometimes shouting, sometimes speaking softly, unexpectedly jabbing her, then stingingly spanking.

The light dimmed as evening fell outside. The interrogators ceased the blows with the rope, but deployed a new torment instead; repeatedly doused with freezing cold water, Kim was soon trembling and shivering uncontrollably. She gave up trying to answer them in her few Orcish words.

 

‘Interesting. He spoke to her in the Khirban dialect for the last twenty minutes. Asked her calmly which district she’s from, what month it is. Why she’s not confined in the caves, ready to serve in the upcoming Conjunction festival. Did she enjoy stripping naked for Xorag. And finally... which limb she’d prefer to have hacked off in the morning. Not a flicker of an eyelid. She is either a very good actor, or she doesn’t know Khirban at all.’

As night fell, the interrogators took a rest, but Kim was given no mercy.

They let in the local guards, who had been so excited by Kim’s arrival. This was very bad. The withdrawal effects from her mind-altering travel medication had all but evaporated, and even for Orcs, these guys were just not her type. Kim thought that compared with Xorag’s elite Rangers, these Orcs were ill-disciplined and generally vile creatures. They jostled around her.

"Kim slaagh! Punish, Kim obey Orcs!"

The ugly pack closed in.

 

She screamed defiance and fought momentarily, but they soon overpowered her, tired and trembling as she was.

They gleefully restrained Kim, and took long, humiliating and very uncomfortable turns exploring her exotic nude curves. Hell-bent on stimulating her, rough hands competed to fondle, grope, slap, rake, squeeze, twist and probe their squirming prey.

The lengthy abuse yielded only stifled grunts, which puzzled them. The Orc Rangers had led them to expect a much more enthusiastic reaction. But they still took their time, eager to force yet more of her satisfying little writhing moans.

"She will soon see, Lord Dumburz. We tire her out, inflict enough unpleasant surprises, in the end even the brave and clever are worn down."

The guards eventually finished their sadistic tag-team groping, due to Kim's muted reaction spoiling some of their fun.

Aching, exhausted and hungry, she was returned to her cell for the night. She got very little rest. Every so often one of them returned to bang on the bars, leering and jeering and thrusting his groin at her, to ensure she got no sleep.

 

Elsewhere, the Colonel and the scientist confered.

"Lord Dumburz, we need one of your laboratory probes to assist with the interrogation."

"What? Oh, well... but they are all rather robust, for such a small prisoner, I would have thought. May I remind you, that she is not to be damaged in any way, Colonel? You know my research goals."

"Of course, Dumburz, but do not worry. Here... this one will do very well. She is harder to arouse than Xorag claimed, at least for now. So we can use this, as another way to uh... impress her."

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In the small hours, Kim was abruptly bundled out of her cell, and strung up from the ceiling. The largest interrogator looked intently into her eyes. In his hand, oh Callisto, no... was a large, shiny, ribbed steel... oh Deimos, that’s so big!

 

The Orc placed the against her lower lip.

Kim closed her eyes, trying to calm her breathing.

He gently ran it down her neck, detouring to circle her breasts. "Kim obey?"

Her nipples were teased erect with the cold steel. He gently stroked her long hair with one hand, and slowly, slowly but firmly, inched the ribbed steel down, over her stomach, down further...

Kim, eyes were still closed, and she couldn’t hold back a faint whimper of intimidated anticipation.

"Oh... Kim enjoy/orgasm? Kim obey Orcs, punish cunny enjoy/orgasm?"

He growled and kicked her legs further apart.

The probe slid to rest between her open thighs, nuzzling her most sensitive parts.

She gasped as it began to gently stroke her there. Despite her fear, Kim realized with horror that she was becoming a little... horny. No, don’t give him the satisfaction, keep those hips still girl… punishing Pluto, it’s not even the drugs this time… It's so big…

The interrogator spent a long time lovingly teasing Kim’s trembling, sweat-sheened body with the probe. His free hand roved provocatively, as he watched keenly for her reactions.

The meaning was clear, despite the limited language... 'You will submit to me soon, in any way I choose.'

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Next morning, the interrogation continued just as it had left off. It became a nightmarish blur for Kim, as she was sleep-deprived and still reeling from the sustained punishments and humiliations of the previous day and night.

 

She was subjected to hours of more shouting, more carefully calculated chastisement, more freezing cold water, and more lewd handling from the brutishly randy guards.

She was threatened with a real whip today, and got a knee-trembling reminder about the steel dildo.

Kim’s head dropped. No amount of maltreatment was going to help her to make these brutes understand any better. What could she possibly do now? For the first time, Kim began to give up hope.

"Ah! It looks as though we’re nearly there now, Lord Dumburz. She is nearly ready to surrender, and just needs a final shock to encourage her. We have found another ingenious prototype device in your laboratory. With your permission, of course?’"

They tied her with arms outstretched; Kim was so exhausted by the hours of torment that her legs could barely support her.

She heard a muttered conference behind. Then there was a sudden burst of electric crackling. Terrifying Triton, what was this now? A whiff of ozone was in the air…

 

The lead interrogator stood behind her.

Kim refused to turn her head.

He spoke for a minute, asked a long question.

Silence.

"Punish."

Another crackling burst, so close that Kim felt the heat of the electric discharge at her hip. She twisted sharply and tried to pull away.

That was a lot of power. Too much. Oh Jupiter, she was going to die in here, and nobody from Earth would ever know what had happened to her.

“Stupid, stupid bastard Orcs!” yelled Kim, as the still-hot shock-probe was placed against her naked flank.

She clenched her teeth, hung her head, and waited for the pain.

The Orc exhaled and casually repeated, "Punish."

"STOP!... Enough!"

 

Kim heard the urgency in the voice of the scientist, and almost sobbed aloud with relief as the shock probe was removed from her bare flank.

"You have done your job, Colonel, but I will take over from here. Let us try other tactics. Perhaps she understands the price of not co-operating now... thanks to your diligent efforts."

‘You there... Take the prisoner back to the cells to rest. Unmolested. Feed her and let her clean up. I will interview her in my offices later this evening. Let us test if she is as clever as Xorag said, and willing to learn more of our language. She is clearly not from Khirb, but from where? Hmm, that is indeed the interesting question."

The Colonel gave a tight-lipped 'my superiors won’t like this' kind of nod, but he knew he was outranked.

"Yes, Lord Dumburz."

Kim was taken to a bigger cell on the ground floor, and allowed to wash with water that wasn’t freezing. She was fed, and left in peace.

Aching massively from her ordeal, Kim’s mind was whirling to process the gruelling events. So when she lay down, sleep did not come at once.

Despite the awfulness of the last twenty-four hours, she had not cracked, and for that she was proud. Her instructors at the Academy would have been proud too, she thought. Now there was an opportunity if the white-coated Orc in charge was more kindly disposed to her. She would have to do her best to forge a relationship with Dumburz. One day at a time...

There was also the little detail of her body’s reaction to being restrained and teased by the lead interrogator. Kim couldn’t quite figure that out. It was not the drugs this time. So intimidating, but... exciting too. Crying Callisto, what happened to me there?

 

Exhausted, eventually Kim slept for several hours, until she was roused for her interview with Lord Dumburz.

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Lord Dumburz, chief scientist to Duke-General Turbag of the mighty Clan Kaarsh, received Kim in his office above the main laboratory.

He let her sit down, pausing for a moment to appraise her calmly. Dumburz had put thought into how to converse without a shared language, though he knew she had learned a smattering of words from the soldiers. He pointed to the blackboard and chalk.. Good, she knew that basic technology.

A peculiar conversation, like a form of charades with chalked cartoons, ensued over the next few hours, with excitement growing on both sides. Dumburz had guessed Kim might be from the clans of the far South of Orcadia, but she said no, play acting and drawing flight, sky, and celestial bodies.

Dumburz was astonished! The exotic creature was from one of Orcadia’s three moons? Amazing!

 

Kim was desperately relieved to be making progress at last, but struggled that apparently, the Orcs knew little or nothing of space beyond their own solar system. They certainly knew nothing outside the enveloping Ork Nebula.

But eventually, with a suspicious frown, Dumburz got it...

“Kim human, from Earth... Beyond Nebula!... Beyond other stars?!”

The grave Orc looked dumbstruck, and perhaps even a little frightened.

To be Continued...

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