The Great Orc - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Iyana collapsed, coughing. She spit out a nasty mouthful of orc cum. Her whole body had been pumped full of what felt like buckets worth of warm orc semen. Even as she lay there wheezing, the half elf couldn't help but think that the scene would be so much more pleasant if it had been on her terms. Nothing they had done was far outside the realm of what she could enjoy, but the selfish meatheads had no regard for her sexual needs, ignoring her most erogenous spots and not offering proper lubrication. Gods, was her ass sore.

"Heh heh."

She looked up to see the orc guard with the eye patch. He had been somewhat reluctant at first, but seemed to enjoy himself more than any of the other orcs, and apparently was ready to go again. She let out a weak moan and didn't resist as he lifted her head up by the hair and invaded her mouth. She closed her eyes.

"Tog!"

Iyana's eyes snapped open, with her mouth full of the orc's cock and her nose pressed against his hairy crotch. She looked sideways to see Gunag storming up to the platform. His beady red eyes fixed on the orc he called "Tog."

"Ha!" Tog continued to hold Iyana by the hair, with his stiff cock in her mouth. He turned to face his commander. "Boss! Come join! Girl good."

Gunag stepped onto the platform and towered over his subordinate.

Tog looked up at him and smiled as he leaned back a little, as if to show the great orc that he had his cock in the captive's mouth.

The massive orc looked down at Iyana, examining her naked body and hair, splotched with wet and dried patches of semen. He glared at the small horde of orcs gathered around, with their cocks in hand, and turned back to Tog.

Iyana's couldn't see what happened next. One moment, and the short forest orc was smiling up at Gunag. The next moment, his head was rolling across the wooden platform and the hand at the back of her head released her hair. She lurched back as the erect orc cock withdrew from her mouth and the headless body of the orc fell backwards and landed on the platform.

Gunag turned to the gathered orcs, holding one axe that dripped with fresh orc blood. "This isn't why we brought the elf!" He roared, sending his subordinates scampering backwards in terror. "Anyone touches her again, gets the same!" He flicked his wrist and blood splattered from the axe onto the motionless body. "Clear out!"

The orcs clutched their pants and sprinted for cover, not looking back lest they catch the attention of their leader.

"Pick yourself up." Gunag barked at Iyana.

She moved slowly, and grabbed her clothes.

"Come." The great orc grabbed her roughly by the arm, and half dragged her though the camp. As they passed the smaller orcs, they disappeared into tents or ducked behind cover, even those that had only observed the event. They entered the large tent that seemed to belong to Gunag, and the large orc shoved her to the base of the pole. He snatched a piece of rope and bound her forearms to the support pole again. After satisfying himself that she was tied securely, he sat on the flat sitting log, and retrieved an unfinished meaty bone from a makeshift table.

They sat in silence for a long several minutes before Iyana worked up the nerve to try speaking. "My friends are going to come for me, you know."

"Hmpf." Gunag snorted. "For all you know, they're both dead."

A cold shiver ran down Iyana's spine. She hadn't actually considered that. And given she was unconscious for most of the fight, she really had no way of knowing what had happened to her two companions. She couldn't believe they were really dead, she had a feeling. "I know they're not." She said, trying to sound more confident than she felt. "They'll come for me."

"What if they do? They're too weak to challenge me." Gunag chewed at the bone.

"That's what you think. I'm sure now that they've already fought you, they found your weak spots. You may be strong, but compared to them . when they're determined and have a strategy--"

Gunag sprung to his feet, and slammed his meat bone against the table so hard that the wood cracked. "Strategy!" He roared. "That's all you whelps care about! You're too weak to win your own battles so you need tricks!" He whirled on Iyana, face contorted with fury. "What does strategy matter when you don't have the strength to win the battle? You think you're so clever, but all your scheming means nothing to a real warrior! Split your forces however you want, ambush me, surround me, corner me! What does it matter, when none of your warriors can slay me!? Drop rocks on me! Try to drown me! I will drink the rivers and swallow the rocks! Break your 'legendary' blades on my body! Burn me with your magics! You parasites are helpless against a true warrior, because none of your useless tricks can substitute for real strength!" He sat down, breathing heavy with rage.

Iyana had cowered from the orc's tirade. With the end of it, she began to regain her bearings. She watched him silently, his giant chest heaving, and suddenly became aware of how terribly scarred he really was. His face had been the most noticeable when they first met, but as she looked at him close up, his body was really no better off. She caught herself feeling a twinge of pity this orc who had clearly fought on every battlefield and sacrificed every inch of his body to his craft. But as his outburst seemed to signal some kind of burning emptiness eating away at him.

The half elf looked at the ground, and asked quietly, "Why did you help me back there?"

He grunted and didn't look at her.

"I- I want to thank you, but... why did you do it?"

Gunag waved dismissively. "I said, that isn't why I brought you here."

Iyana glanced up, "I heard that, but why didn't you just... join in."

He huffed.

Iyana probed, "Do... you not like females?"

He shot her a glare.

Iyana turned away. "Sorry. Not that it would be a problem if you did. It's just..." She trailed off silently for a moment before something occurred to her. "Do you like... Anyone?"

He didn't respond, and rose from the log. Then he walked outside. "I'm going hunting." She heard him grunt at a guard outside. "Watch her."

The tent flap parted and the old orc witch walked in. Iyana hadn't gotten a good look at her before, but she was just as unpleasant to look at, as the scarred behemoth that had just left. Her skin looked like it was stitched from moldy forest moss. Her face sunken and bony, with deep set eyes. Her hair was so thin, she looked bald against the light. What hair existed, hung in disheveled clumps.

"Hrr." The witch growled. "Guard duty. Me! Who does that big oaf think he is?" The old hag looked down at Iyana. "Eh, at least you look in good condition. I'm sure you'd sell pretty well to the right buyer." She sighed and looked up at the tent ceiling. "Not that he cares about money."

Iyana looked at the witch. "You don't seem to like him very much."

She looked back at Iyana and scoffed. "Nothing of the sort. He's my ticket to a better life." She laughed. "Why am I defending myself to you? As far as I'm concerned you're no better than the sheep we were supposed to bring back."

Iyana wasn't willing to be brushed off that easily. "What do you mean?" She knew that the longer she kept talking to these orcs, the more time she gave Garah and Jhase to find her, and maybe learn something that might help. "I can feel the magic on you. Why do you need someone like that, to get a better life?"

"Have you seen him!?'" The crone exclaimed. "That's the most powerful orc of our time. There is only so much I can do with magic, but him..." She looked wistful. "He can build an empire. If only he cared enough to plan anything."

"How did you two meet?" Iyana inquired.

The old orc crone looked offended. "What do you by that?" She added, "I'm his mother."

"Oh!" Iyana's eyes widened. "Sorry I... don't see the family resemblance."

The orc sighed. "He doesn't do enough to protect the face I gave him. Still, I'm not too surprised you couldn't tell. I changed his name, you know. I didn't think 'Gunag, Son of Grizzag' was proper for a conqueror. Now, 'Gunag the Blood-Drinker', will send the peasants scattering." She chuckled. "Even if he doesn't like drinking blood."

"I see." Iyana nodded and tried to keep the conversation going. "So has he... uh... always been this strong?"

Grizzag smiled. "Yes and no. He was always a strong boy. Such apowerful body would make any orc mother proud. A few years ago, I hear rumor that someone is looking for strong orcs, like my Gunag. To create the perfect army of orcs. Well, I brought my son, just to see what it was all about. It turns out they had some special method to turn normal orcs into real engines of war. Now I never saw who was behind it all, but they must have had a real talent for magic. More than I ever did. There was a cauldron, large as a house. And it was full of this magic brew that looked like blood. It was dark, black, and purple, and smelled like death, but it gave off a strange heat. But here was no fire under the cauldron. It just felt like pure hatred." She shivered.

"They had all the orc boys step into that cauldron. Now I've done some horrible things in my time, but I'll never forget what that did to those young orcs. It burned them, but not really burning, like I said, it wasn't real heat. It melted their flesh and bone, turning then to slime and they sunk to the bottom with the most horrible screams you ever heard. Some tried to escape, but it was like the brew knew what they were trying to do and seemed to pull them back from the edge of the cauldron. I was afraid for him, but my Gunag didn't run. He stayed there, looked like he was fighting with every bit of his being to stay alive. It burned his skin horribly, but he lived! When he stepped out of that cauldron, it was like he was a different orc. He couldn't feel pain, and he grew bigger over the next year than he had in the last ten." She smiled a mouthful of jagged teeth. "That's when I knew he was my reward. The one that would finally bring me out of the caves and into the palace I deserve."

Iyana was still taking it all in. "That's... quite a story."

Grizzag nodded happily.

"So he doesn't feel any pain?" Iyana asked.

The crone shook her head. "None. Stab him through the chest, or flick his ear, it's all the same to him. He also seems to heal a cut in hours, though it always leaves a scar."

"I see." Iyana rubbed her fingers together behind her back, testing her magics. Her powers hadn't been as responsive before, when she was still groggy. But now that she was alert, and knew the camp layout, as well as some information on the giant orc, it seemed like the perfect time to make a move.

Iyana spoke to distract the crone from noticing her movement. "I was wondering, how powerful a witch are you?" The half elf summoned a small flame on her fingertip, and held it against the rope on her wrist.

"I was the strongest shamaness in my village, before Gunag and I left. ButI haven't had to use my magic in weeks. He just takes care of everything so effortlessly. We're going to cut a path through the kingdom of men, and build a new empire on the wreckage, with me as it's queen!" The crone lifted her staff triumphantly.

"Good luck with that." There was a burst of flame behind Iyana, and the half elf scrambled to her feet. Charred remains of rope fluttered to the ground.

"What!?" Grizzag started to raise her hands to cast a spell.

Iyana was faster. A bolt of lightning struck the crone, sending her flying backwards, out of the tent. "I am so sick of looking at orcs."

"Might as well send up a smoke signal for the guys." Iyana snapped her fingers, and the entire tent erupted with flames along all of its canvas walls.

She strode out of the burning tent as the canvas started collapsing inward. Gesturing with a great sweep of her hand, all the surrounding tents ignited with flames.

Orcs began screaming and rushing out of their burning tents madly trying to put out the flames. Others orcs rusheed to get water buckets to quench the fires. All seemed oblivious to Iyana, as she strode through the middle of the camp, lighting each tent afire as she passed.

"Bitch!" Grizzag screamed, from behind Iyana. There was huge scorch mark on her robe and she hobbled forward with her weight on the staff. "Don't think you can get out of here so easily!"

Iyana spun about to face the crone.

The old orc raised her gnarled staff and within moments, horrible black clouds gathered. And the clouds fell, rain pouring down and drenching the entire camp and extinguishing the flames. She lowered her staff and snarled at Iyana. The other orcs all stood back, afraid to get in the way.

"Bring it, wrinkly!" Iyana taunted, as lightning began crackling around her fists.

Grizzag raised a boney hand and shot a bolt of her own lighting at the half elf.

Iyana raised her hand and countered with her own bolt of lightning. The energies collided and the crackling lightning dissipated with a blast of white light. "You'll need more than that!"

Grizzag growled and raised both hands, as lightning shot from her finger tips.

Iyana raised b oth hands to match the lightning attack again. Both streams clashed and crackled and exploded with brilliant white flash.

"No!" Grizzag screamed. "You stupid elven bitch! I won't let you destroy everything I've worked for! I will be a queen!" She raised her hands to the sky.

Lightning began to crackle in the clouds and the short orcs all ran for cover.

Iyana began channeling all her energy into erecting a shield around herself.

"Die!" The crone yelled. The old orc brought her hands down and the entire camp exploded with white light, multiple lightning bolts started to quickly explode around them, striking the ground again and again.

Iyana kept her eyes shut, but even through her eyelids, the blast was bright enough to form a dark spot in front of her vision. The energy shield groaned and began to crack, forcing her to one knee. Sweat began to bead on her brow as she struggled to keep the shield.

Lightning continued to bombard the area as the heavens expressed all the fury of the old orc witch.

After what felt like an eternity, just as Iyana could feel the last of her magic reserves draining, the lightning stopped. She dropped the shield and stood slowly.

The entire camp had been leveled. Nothing but black scorched earth, tattered tent remains and dead orcs remained. Only two things that seemed to have survived the assault, Iyana and Grizzag.

The crone's already frail form trembled greatly, and she leaned heavily on her staff, gasping for breath, with her eyes closed.

"Hey!" Iyana shouted.

Grizzag's shoulders jerked, and her eyes flew open just in time to see Iyana punch her face.

"Queen, my ass."

Iyana stumbled back. "Oh gods." She reeled and fell to her knees, gasping for air. "That took a lot more out of me than I thought."

After catching her breath, Iyana rose and started to slowly trot toward the tree line. She thought there was no way the guys hadn't seen that. And Gunag probably survived that blast. It didn't matter, she knew his weakness. It was time to regroup and prepare for the final battle against the great orc.

Continued in Chapter 5...

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