Tefani and the Magnificent Flying Machine - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Tefani awoke atop a soft bed of dried blossoms inside a sturdy grass hut. She felt as though she had been searched over, and her helmet and goggles were gone, but her overalls and boots were still intact. She slowly sat up, feeling unsteady but at least fully lucid, and looked around to find Professor Durbyskine sitting on a wood and wicker stool that was too large for him, watching over her. There was a single door to the hut, partially covered by a hanging curtain of large, broad leaves that let in the faint light of near-sunset around the edges.

"Miss Brynall-Collingwood!" the Professor exclaimed. "I am most gladdened indeed to see that you are once again awake! And well, I presume? I saw no signs of great injury upon you."

"Professor..." Tefani murmured, shaking her head. Then she bolted up in a panic. "The orcs! The island! We crashed on the beach!"

"I feel that term does a disservice to the landing which I achieved, under highly adverse circumstances," Professor Durbyskine chided, "but apart from that you have the matter. Though I was unable to communicate through language during the time of your incapacitation, I managed through crude picture and gesture. The native orcs have taken us in with some degree of reverence and astonishment, and have expressed a strong desire to parley with you when you feel up to the matter. They gave us a good checking-over, however, and I'm sorry to say they removed a few items of little personal consequence or immediate use from our persons; however, it is a scant price to pay for their much-needed hospitality, given the time it may take us to repair the machine."

Tefani took a deep, shaky breath. "I suppose we'd better talk to them," she said. Among other talents, bards were expected to be capable linguists, and so as part of her education she had indeed learned the common tongue of orcs. She had rather enjoyed its guttural and frank character during her lessons, and her degree of knowledge gave her some reassurance as she prepared to talk to the natives, to find out if they were captors or saviors. Even so, she felt very vulnerable, very much like the scared young woman in a strange land that she was. She looked at Professor Durbyskine. "You'll join me for this, Professor?"

"By all means," Professor Durbyskine said, with a bow of the head. "You, my student and loyal assistant, are now marooned on a strange island because of your efforts in aiding my work, while taking actions which I directly compelled from you. As a gentleman of honor, it is only right that you command my utmost loyalty in this predicament until good fortune has landed us safe and sound on the mainland once more."

Tefani smiled weakly. "Thanks," she said. Then, with a deep breath, she went to the door of the hut they were in, pulled its leafy entrance curtain aside, and stepped out.

She found herself in a village of grass huts that straddled the border between the jungle and the beach, with a couple of roaring campfires illuminating the area. In the distance, the sun was just beginning to set behind the mountain, casting its light over the vast expanse of jungle that rose in the distance, dark and impenetrable. A crowd of native orcs, broad-shouldered and muscular folk with dark green skin that ranged from moss to olive in hue, stood awaiting her, dressed in hides and skirts of plant fiber. A shaman with white and red face paint and a staff adorned with small rattling bones and the feathers of exotic birds stood forward, and as the other orcs bowed down before her, the shaman approached with an expression of humble deference.

"Wonderful One, we are honored by your arrival," the shaman said slowly. "Long have the people awaited your coming, and now we rejoice at your presence."

That set Tefani back. "Um... thank you," she said in the orcish common language."Your... uh, generous and respectful welcome pleases me." Her mind raced quickly, trying to piece together what she was hearing and seeing. They must have thought her arrival was foretold by some sort of prophecy!

"As it is told in the tales, we will host you and your servitor cherub most graciously, and you shall not want for food and drink, nor comfort," the shaman said, "so long as you will then join us in acting out the Ritual of Prosperity, as it is told in the teachings."

"I am pleased and honored at your generosity," Tefani said slowly, "but I must confirm your knowledge of the sacred tales. Tell me now what you have told your people about my coming." This sounded like a situation that could work to their advantage if she played along, but first it was important to find out what sort of prophecy this was.

The shaman looked quizzically at her, but nodded slowly. "Very well," he said. "It is told that the golden-haired lady of prosperity will descend from the sky to the north, accompanied by her loyal servitor cherub, and that she will then join us in the Ritual of Prosperity, and live among us in happiness and fellowship until such time as she chooses to return to whence she came, leaving behind her blessings such that our people enter a new golden age."

Tefani nodded slowly, a smile spreading over her face. She had heard apocryphal tales, of course, of rituals with honored guests to a primitive people that ended in them being eaten, or sacrificed to a volcano. In this instance, however, the part about living in happiness and fellowship until she chose to leave seemed to be a pretty good indication that the Ritual of Prosperity wasn't going to be a deal-breaker. "You are correct, wise one," she said. "I will do these things, as it is told. You will, however, be personally in charge of the direction of the Ritual of Prosperity." She nodded towards the shaman. "What are you called?"

"My name is Lazguhr," said the shaman, "and these people, your loyal servants all, are the Clan of the Treecat." He bowed his head. "And what is the name of the most exalted golden lady of prosperity?"

"I am Tefani," Tefani said, "and my cherub servant is named Durbyskine." She smiled warmly, then leaned down to Professor Durbyskine, who was doing his best not to look apprehensive at the conversation as it unfolded.

"Excellent news," she told him in the language of the Western Empire. "They believe I'm some sort of prosperity goddess, and you're my servant, and they're going to host us as honored guests for as long as we like, providing I help them with some ritual that doesn't seem to be of any danger!"

Professor Durbyskine nodded slowly. "That is welcome news," he said. "In time we may recruit some of them as laborers to aid in the repair of our machine. I shall have to leave it to you to guide us in this matter, Miss Brynall-Collingwood."

"Well then, Tefani and Durbyskine," shouted the shaman, Lazguhr, "let us feast and celebrate your coming!" And at his proclamation, the orcs of the Clan of the Treecat rose as one with a cheer, then moved into activity throughout the village.

In no time, a splendid feast was set out for them all on wicker tables: an embarrassment of quantities of tropical fruit, along with two whole roasted boars, seasoned eggs of exotic birds, salads of strange greens and nuts, flavored with some sort of fermented herbed dressing, root vegetables roasted in a savory, nutty stew, and sweet nuts and fruits candied with honey. All members of the tribe ate vigorously, and Tefani and the Professor followed their example; their flight and the ordeal of their landing had been the occasion to work up quite an appetite! As the night drew on and the sky overhead shone with stars, Tefani was pleasantly full.

"I could get to like this," she told Professor Durbyskine with a smile, as she reclined in a wicker lounge seat near a roaring campfire.

"It is a pleasant diversion from the workaday world of civilization," the Professor said, patting his own belly in satisfaction, "though my thoughts do arrive already at returning home and documenting these remarkable circumstances in an exhaustive journal. I daresay there may be many who will never believe it!"

As they sat, Lazguhr approached her from the side, holding a wooden bowl containing some sort of thick, green fluid. "This is for you, Tefani," he said solemnly. "Drink."

Tefani was about to protest that she was already sated, but when she smelled the fresh, grassy scent of the fluid in the bowl, she figured that it was much like one of those grass juice drinks at the health food shops in Estendam meant to promote healthy digestion. That was a little different then. She had just filled up on fatty roast boar meat and unfamiliar fruits, and wasn't looking forward to waking in the middle of the night to squat over a hastily-dug pit in the sand while her stomach cramped with agony. This drink could only help. She drank it down and found it oddly sweet and richly flavorful, then belched in satisfaction and handed the bowl aside. "Thank you, Lazguhr!" she exclaimed.

Lazguhr nodded, a faint smile upon his face. "Um, yes, Tefani," he said. "But now it is time." He looked around at the gathered feasters and revelers, and raised his voice to a loud shout. "Women! To your instruments!"

"Huh?" Tefani exclaimed wisely. All around them, the female orcs rose and started retrieving instruments from the huts. Many had wooden drums with skins of animal hide; some had reeds carved into flutes or pipes, rattles made from gourds, or even crude tambourines made from seashells. There were even a few stringed instruments, made of sinew stretched over hollowed-out wooden chambers. The women started to play, a complex percussion beat coming in followed by the haunting wails of the flutes and pipes, and the piercing twang of strings. Still others sang in harmony, much more sweetly than one would have expected of orcs, a plaintive yet triumphant call into the night that rose above the magnificent music. It was a rough and primal, yet soulful performance.

"Oh, they're really quite good!" Tefani exclaimed with a smile, momentarily forgetting her role as the golden lady of prosperity. "Do you have any extra drums or string instruments? I'm a musician too! I can play, and sing!" She had never had a chance to play with an orchestra like this group of orc women, and even her appearances as a soloist or member of a smaller band had seldom commanded this kind of passion and energy.

Lazguhr chuckled. "No, Tefani," he said. "Your place is at the center of the Ritual of Prosperity." He looked around the tribe and shouted again, "Men!" You who would receive the blessing, clear the way, stand forward, and make yourselves ready!"

Abruptly, the adult male orcs stood, more than three dozen strong, and cleared away the wicker tables holding the leftover trays of food, and then brought forth a bed of flower blossoms. Lazguhr pointed to each in turn, and they formed into a curving line, and then he took Tefani by the hand and led her up and to the bed of blossoms. As one, the men cast off their hides, then reached down and removed their leafy skirts, leaving them standing naked in the night air. Many of them were half-hard, some fully erect, with large, thick cocks.

"Ohh shit..." Tefani gasped, in the Western Imperial tongue that seemed unknown to these orcs. It slowly started to dawn on her what the Ritual of Prosperity seemed to entail.

Lazguhr stood beside her, having also stripped down, his erect cock as large as any of them. "When you are ready, Tefani, remove your garment, assume the position of your choice, and invite them forward at your pleasure," he said. "If you should refuse any man your blessing, you must call out the cause of his unworthiness that he might be judged by all present, in keeping with our law."

Tefani trembled. Unless she misunderstood, she would have to fuck nearly forty orc men as part of this ritual! She looked around, saw the faces gazing at her with lust and expectation. The haunting, primal song played by the women rang out through the night. Her heart raced, but as the realization set in, she felt no disgust, no outrage, no sense of betrayal and violation. There was a feeling of trepidation, but also excitement, and a shameful taboo thrill at the very idea.

"Miss Brynall-Collingwood..." Professor Durbyskine said from her side. "Is this entirely what it appears to be?"

Tefani slowly nodded. "It would seem so," she said.

"Then... I understand that escape may be perilous," Professor Durbyskine said, "but nevertheless as I undertook your safety as my own responsibility, I am prepared to loyally support your efforts to preserve your honor against this barbaric violation. Tell me of your intended plans, and I will serve your ends to the utmost."

Tefani considered. The Clan of the Treecat did not seem to be a brutish or uncivilized people. It was entirely possible she could talk them out of this if she expressed unwillingness and told them the ritual was a sham. Fleeing did not seem advisable, and the only plausible scenario in which they could escape capture long-term on this island was one in which they were not pursued. Fighting them was utterly out of the question, and escape from the island, without at the very least a good, proper boat, was also unthinkable.

On the other hand, there were advantages to letting these primitive orcs believe she was a prosperity goddess to be pampered and treated well, and the potential consequences were minimal. As a young lady of a certain distinguished reputation, she wasn't about to be caught in scandal by letting others see her at the pharmacist's purchasing contraceptives, so she maintained an awareness of her body's monthly cycle which informed her now that conception should be virtually impossible for her at the moment. Nor were there any of her peers who would ever need know about this, so her reputation was secure; indeed, she sometimes relished holding dirty little secrets like this to herself. And then there was the way that her body grew aroused and wet as her eyes trailed over the bodies of all of the naked orc men, all with broad, powerful chests, rippling abdomens, and splendid, eager cocks.

"Why, Professor," Tefani said innocently, "I have given my word to aid these people in their ritual in exchange for their aid and gracious hospitality, and the only way I may truly preserve my honor is to live up to my word. As you told me yourself, a deal's a deal."

In the weeks that she had worked for him, despite her incessant teasing, Tefani had never actually exposed herself to Professor Durbyskine, and so she knew he was seeing her nude body for the first time when she stripped away her coveralls and let them fall, then slid her thong panties to the ground. His jaw dropped, and a gasp caught in his throat as he looked at her. Her breasts were buoyant and round, capped off with cute, perky nipples, and her belly was smooth and shapely but for the slight bulge of their delicious feast tonight. Her legs, long and shapely, were firm and well-toned thanks to her many hours pedaling the battery winding machine for exercise, and her nicely rounded squeezable bottom bloomed compellingly before her narrow waist. Her pussy, like the rest of her body below the neck, she kept utterly bare of unsightly hair with an alchemical salve, and between the smooth folds of the little crease, her inner flower was starting to bloom and glisten with arousal.

Professor Durbyskine's voice cracked. "My word..." he gasped.

Tefani lingered on him with a broad smile, thrilled at having so thoroughly captured his attention with her naked beauty, then turned and swayed over to the bed of blossoms. She beckoned the orcs, and a muscular, powerful young man, likely a warrior from the easy grace of his smooth muscles, stepped forward first. His cock was not the behemoth that some of them were, but nonetheless it was hardly small. As soon as he approached, she grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him down onto the blossom bed, and a raucous cheer went up from the other orcs gathered around.

As he climbed over her on the bed, she felt the shaking in his breath and a light tremor in his muscles. Clumsily, awkwardly, he positioned himself over her and then pushed forward, but his cock glanced off of her instead of entering at the correct angle. But in her time at the college, Tefani had ended the virginity of one or two nervous young men before, and so she quickly determined that this orc was of a similar status, and knew what to do about it.

"Like this," she said, and pushed on his hips, then scooted forward a bit and adjusted her own position. With his hands on either side of her, he pushed forward again, and this time she raised her hips up at an angle so that he pushed inside of her. He gasped and nearly fell forward onto her, his body pressed in against hers as he started to thrust, wildly and without much technique. Despite his awkwardness, the pleasure of his firm, strong body against hers, the satisfying feeling of fullness his cock gave to her, and the sheer naughty thrill of taking his virginity in front of everyone he knew made Tefani sigh happily with a big smile upon her face.

The orc had only been going about a minute when he pushed inside Tefani and she felt his cock twitch in orgasm, while his broad-featured, brutish face screwed up in a cute little expression of excruciating pleasure. She cooed and stroked his neck, letting him ride out the climax, but then caught a sheepish expression as he slowly withdrew from her, his cock softening and glistening with wetness in the light of the campfires. He started to draw away, the fierce young orc warrior looking vaguely embarrassed, but Tefani caught his hand, drew him in, and embraced him tightly.

"Hope it was good for you, baby," she said warmly into his ear. "I love your beautiful body." She traced her tongue along the young warrior's jaw as she drew away, and saw him gazing at her with a new sense of boldness and appreciation. It made her feel good to raise his spirits, and even aside from the significance of the ritual, it had to be good to personally win the goodwill of as many of the Treecat Clan as she could.

One down, nearly forty to go.

Continued in Chapter 3

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