The Great Orc - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Somewhere at the back of Iyana's mind she knew she was moving. She let out a tiny groan and squeezed her eyes shut. Her head was throbbing, and the bumping wasn't helping. After a moment of trying to manage the headache, she made an effort to roll over, but found she couldn't.

The shift of motion resulted in something slamming into her side. She grunted. Her eyes fluttered open and the situation became a bit more clear. Her hands were tied clumsily behind her, and she was lying uncomfortably across the back of an orcish riding wolf. The beasts fur was coarse and dirty, and it's sharp spine stabbed into her stomach.

"Hold!" a voice boomed beside. "Pen the wolves."

The wolf came to a stop and there was a shake as the rider dismounted. A few seconds later Iyana was pulled off and slung over a giant muscled shoulder, coming face to face with a heavily scarred green back. She shifted a bit but was still dazed, her whole body felt like it was trapped in slow spell, and her brain was working on a delay. In her stupor she was vaguely aware of being carried through an orc encampment.

Iyana was set down inside a tent, against a wooden pole. With her wrists behind her back, the bindings were undone and tied around the pole. She tried to lift her head and look at the captors, but the motion made the room spin and she slumped against the pole, unconsciousness again.

"Watch her." Gunag stabbed a thick finger against Iyana's shoulder. "Make sure she doesn't try to run."

An orc with a poorly made patch over his right eye, nodded and saluted. "Yes."

Gunag nodded and lumbered out of the tent. "Hmm." The great orc turned.

"I question your choices." Grizaag, the shriveled orc crone, hobbled to Gunag's side. Her black robed form was only half the height of the great orc.

Gunag frowned, "I don't remember asking your opinion."

"You should have killed them." She leaned on a gnarled dark wood walking stick.

"I gave them a chance to challenge me." He snorted. "Why should I waste my energy killing the weak? They're no threat."

She shook her head. "You waste energy fighting them."

Gunag looked down at her. "What does it matter? It has been months since anyone challenged me." He flared his piggy nostrils. "You promised the strongest warriors in the land would come."

"In time. We must build our strength first, create a name. Have patience."

The great orc lifted his arms. "Why should I have patience!? If we walked the land, razing villages, we would make a name faster than sitting in the forest for months!"

She shook her head, stringy white hair being sent adrift in the light breeze. "We must build a base." She sighed. "You should have collected the sheep we were owed."

"We don't need them." Gunag begin to walk off.

Grizaag chased after him. "We do."

"We have plenty of food." He snorted.

"Not for our whole army."

Gunag did not look at her. "If they are stupid enough to starve, waiting to be fed, they were not worth keeping alive."

The crone cackled, "And if they choose to stop following you? What empire can we have without an army?"

"You want an army, not me." He pushed aside the flap of his tent and dropped heavily onto his sitting log. "I don't care if these fools live or die. Everything they have was won by my strength. We don't need them."

She shuffled into the tent behind him and sat on another log. Her face looked like it was bearing the weight of all her years. "You shouldn't be so reckless." She pointed a thin hand at his chest. "Let me treat your injuries."

"No need." He stood grumpily, and stepped toward the tent flap. "No real warrior would die from these scratches."

"You should let me clean them." She stood slowly, leaning heavily on her staff. "What if your health fails?"

"I don't care." He turned and spat. "Don't pretend it's my health that you care about."

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"How far out do you think we are?" Jhase asked.

Garah crouched in the dirt, inspecting wolf tracks.

"Maybe another hour or so." He stood up and winced, clutching his chest. "Aah! Damnit!"

"You okay?"

Garah stood and grunted, rubbing his rib. "No. Are you sure he didn't break any ribs?"

Jhase shrugged, "I checked and so did the others. There are no broken bones, somehow."

"Well it has to be cracked or something. Augh! Gods! feels like I got kicked by a horse." He rubbed the side of his face and worked his jaw open and closed.

"If it hurts stop touching it!" Jhase shook his head. "They're just bruises, I have plenty of them too."

Garah continued walking. "Have you thought of a plan for dealing with that giant, when we find him?"

"No." Jhase followed. "I am thinking, but without knowing his weaknesses, there isn't much point in it."

Garah pointed into the distance, "So we're just going to grab Blue and run?"

"At this point, yes. With any luck, she will have learned something that will help us."

Garah laughed and shook his head. "Well that isn't the worst plan we've ever had. He stopped at a creek. "Gods damn."

Jhase stepped up to stand beside him. "What?"

"The trail stops here." Garah jumped across the width of the creek and inspected the mud on the other side. "They didn't ride across, and the trail doesn't pick up anywhere I can see here. They must have taken the creek for a ways, to throw us off."

Jhase squinted into the tree line. "It could take us hours to find their camp if we have to search the forest."

"Well..." Garah looked at the creek upstream. "Let's split up, I'll search up, you check down. Hopefully we'll be able to pick up the trail."

Jhase nodded. "Right. Meet back in say... twenty minutes?"

Garah nodded and began walking alongside the creek, heading upstream. "We're coming for you, Blue." He whispered under his breath.

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Iyana had been awake for some time now. She was trying to get her head on straight, vaguely remembering being thrown in the foght. She must have hit her head on the ground, because it was throbbing constantly.

Cautiously, she tested her bonds and found them loose and poorly tied. The would be easy to escapes, even without magic. She could make a run for it. The short orc guard nearby, wasn't much of a problem. The real issue was what lay outside the tent. She had no sense of how large the camp was, and with the tent flaps closed she had view. As powerful a sorceress as she was, the idea of throwing herself into dozens of orcs wasn't particularly appealing.

The tent flap rustled and another short forest orc entered.

"What?" The guard with an eye patch asked.

"Want to see elf." The new orc grunted. He walked to Iyana and crouched in front of her. He lifted her chin and turned her head. "Pretty."

"Yeah." The guard joined him.

The newcomer, who was missing an ear, released her chin and lowered his hand to Iyana's left breast. "Mmm. Soft." He quickly moved his palm and squeezed her other breast. "We bring her out for everyone?"

The guard shook his head. "Have to guard her."

"Can still guard outside." The one-eared orc challenged.

The guard considered for a moment, then nodded. "Okay."

They untied her wrists and bent her forward to rebind them behind her back.

Iyana didn't like where this was going, but it could be an opportunity to get the lay of the camp. She decided to go along for now.

The two orcs pulled Iayana to her feet and shuffled her outside. The nearest orcs turned and then followed the trio through camp.

Iyana pretended to be groggy and did her best to look around and map the camp in her head. It was surprisingly large, and appeared to be populated by close to thirty orcs. The tents were packed in semicircles of six, with space for paths, fire pits and weapon racks. There wasn't much hope of being able to make a break for it without getting spotted, not without a distraction. She was getting an idea, though.

"Here." The two orcs pushed Iyana to her knees on a wooden platform, at a clearing in the middle of the camp. The two orcs began to pull at her clothing, and within moments she was naked. A group of nearly twelve additional orcs had assembled to watch.

"Pretty....." The one-eared orc took hold of Iyana's chin again. With his free hand, he pulled at his waistcloth, and exposed a throbbing green erection aimed at the half elf's face.

Iyana cringed, and tried to pull away.

The orc released her chin and clutched the blue hair at the back of her head, and turned her to face his cock.

"Gloomhf!" Iyana groaned as the green phallus pressed against her lips. "Nneeeem!" She whined, trying to turn her head and not open her mouth.

The orc held her head and took a step backward, forcing Iyana to bend forward and off balance. Her center of balance caused her to press her face into the orc's crotch. Without gaining entrance, he began to move his cock sideways, across her closed lips.

The other orcs cackled with evil glee, crowding in to watch the helpless half elf.

The guard with the eye patch circled behind Iyana and kicked her feet apart. With a loud gleeful crow he whipped out his green manhood and spit into his hand. After coating the head of his cock with saliva, he clutched his shaft and began pressing against her asshole.

Iyana's eyes popped open and she let out a long whine. "Nnuuuuuugh." She wiggled her hips to evade the orc. With her wrists tied behind her back, her fingers could only claw at empty air.

The orc pushed his stiff cock against her asshole and finally penetrated Iyana. She gasped, providing an opportunity for the other orc to shove his stiff green cock between her lips. She squeezed her eyes shut and gasped for breath through her nostrils as her forehead pushed against the orc's belly.

The other orcs weren't satisfied just watching, and began to look for real-estate on what remained of her body. Two she couldn't see, untied her hands and held her wrists tightly and forced her smooth elven fingers around their hard green shafts. Other orcs grabbed handfuls of her long blue hair and wrapped it around their cocks, masturbating. Others grabbed at her hanging breasts, pinching her nipples. And another was stroking his cock against her back.

The half elf let out a loud whine and went limp, exhausted from struggling, and resigned to her fate.

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"How do you think Blue is doing?" Garah picked his way over a log then found more wolf tracks.

Jhase followed. "I don't know."

"They had better not hurt her." Garah followed the tracks.

"I somehow doubt they will."

Garah looked puzzled, "Why do you say that?"

Jhase looked thoughtful. "Just from the way the orc giant fought. He didn't seem interested in killing any of us, and he had the opportunity if he wanted to."

Garah furrowed his brow. "Are you saying you think he took it easy on us?"

"No, not necessarily. I was just saying he didn't seem to be fighting to kill us. Although now you mention it, maybe he was pulling his punches a bit."

Garah stopped and turned to face the monk in disbelief. "What the hells gives you that idea?"

"Well," Jhase put his hands on his hips. "It occurs to me that he left us in better shape than he could have. I mean look at us; neither of us have broken bones, no deep cuts, not even a dislocation. Someone with his strength should have done a lot more damage."

Garah groaned. "Are you telling me that thing destroyed the three of us without breaking a sweat, but was still holding back? Can we actually take this guy?"

"Maybe, but my point is, that anyone who fights like that wouldn't be the type to kill his captives."

Garah pushed a branch aside as he continued forward. "Well either way, I don't trust them with Blue and I don't think I'll be able to sleep until I know she's okay."

"Same here." Jhase followed.

Continued in Chapter 4...

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