Slave to an Orc

[DomG]

Hourk, chief of the clan Prugdush looked over the ruins of the city that his clan had just sacked with a smile, running his tongue over his sharp teeth and a finger over the blade of his sword, testing it though the fighting was already done. The battle had not been a very long one, the defenders of the city hadn't been the least bit prepared for the massive hoard that he had assembled and as a result had been completely over run within an afternoon. He had lead from the front like any good chief would, towering over even the largest of the human warriors and ripping them apart with animal like ferocity.

He was a massive beast, standing nearly seven feet tall and a mass of solid muscle, his skin was a deep green, and covered in a mass of black tribal tattoos, sharp curves and swirls across his chest, shoulders, and arms, a mane of black hair in a topknot the same color as those tattoos fell down his over his shoulders. At that moment he was still covered in blood, none of it his but that of those who had been brave enough to stand against him on his rampage through the city.

He had told the hoard that he led to try to leave much of the city intact, having wanted to make it into the start of his own kingdom but once let loose orcs were really hard to keep under control. Still at least they had listened well enough to keep a large amount of the population alive, slaves would be needed to serve his growing clan, a slave would be needed to serve him.

Chuckling a little to himself, a deep throaty noise, he made his way over to where his warriors had assembled suitable young women from the city, survivors to be made personal slaves to the strongest of the warriors, however first choice was his. Pushing his way through the circle of warriors he stood before the slaves, glaring down at them with a small sneer on his lips. There was a decent amount assembled before him, nearly three dozen and any of them that he desired was his. Now he only had to pick the right little slut to service him, humans were much preferred over his own kind, so much more delicate.

 

[Magi_monk]

Elena sat upon the old worn anvil nestled in the corner of her father’s workshop, tucking into the sandwiches that she had just prepared. Her father stood near the hearth, turning a blade of red hot metal in the flames, his own lunch already demolished to naught but a small pile of crumbs. “Elli, fetch me some water like a good girl, hmm?” The young woman sighed softly, setting aside her half-eaten sandwich to snatch up two empty buckets. Offering her father a cheeky grin, she slipped out the side door and worked her along the narrow lane that wound through the haphazard collection of buildings.

Unlike her two older sisters, Elena relished the heat and soot of a blacksmith’s workshop. The youngest of the three, Elena was the only one not married which was hardly surprising considering she dressed like a boy and was constantly covered in soot – at least that was what mother was always telling her. Regardless of how she spent her time, Elena could act like a lady and once scrubbed thoroughly certainly looked the part. But she was more comfortable in slacks and shirt, her long golden hair tied back out of the way and pale soft skin smudged with ash. Lifting hammers, fetching and carrying heavy buckets of water and stoking the fire had provided lean muscles, but not enough to take away from her feminine figure.

By the time the bells tolled in warning, the green skinned monsters had already broken through the lower walls, swarming through and around the buildings, removing all obstacles in their way. It was not long before screams and roars of bloodlust reached the trade quarter of the city, where Elena had begun her journey back to the forge with two buckets of water. Debris rained down upon her, several already limp and lifeless bodies littering the pathways along with the rubble. Two orcs lumbered into view, blocking her path and in an instant spotting her, animalistic grins spreading across their ugly faces.

Stumbling backward, she dropped one bucket and hurled the other at the nearest monster before she took off at a run, kicking off her sandals on the way. Bare feet thudded lightly against the dust strewn path, stumbling and tripping over the chunks of buildings and dead bodies. Panicked breaths rushed passed her lips as she skidded around the walls that still stood, looping round in a desperate hope to reach the forge. She made it, but too late. The building was already aflame, belching out black smoke while desperate civilians ran to and fro as the orcs rounded them up.

A meaty hand suddenly closed around her arm, snatching her attention away from her burning home to a large green beast. Anger and grief coursed through the young woman as she whirled around, beating at the creature’s torso with her bare fist. It had little impact however, for she was shortly lifted from her feet and deposited in the center of a ring of orcs. While most huddled together, terrified and crying, Elena scrambled to her feet and began searching for her family members, not even noticing the Chief’s approach.

 

[DomG]

As he observed the gathered women none of them really caught his attention, most of them just sat sobbing with no real idea of what was about to happen to them, only knowing that they were still alive while their loved ones were dead. A few larger orcs still stood between him and a few more of the women but Hourk just pushed past them, standing four inches above even the largest of his warriors. Nearby a few hunched old orc shamans capered about and waved their staffs, human women were much to frail to survive being a slave to an orcs pleasure for very long but with the magic of the shamans their bodies would be much to weak to survive a single mating... they would still be soft and would still be in great pain but they would be able to survive an orcs passion.

As he pushed past the others though he saw something more worthy, a bit grimy and hardly dressed as femininely as the other women around her but she possessed beauty exceeding the others around her and unlike the others she wasn't just sobbing. “I will take her.” He grunted as he pushed his way through the assembled girls who sat on the ground, kicking at those who didn't get out of his way quickly enough as he stalked towards his chosen slave, reaching out to grab her by the arm with one of his massive claw tipped paws. “The others are all yours, do with them as you like but try to make them last, we need time to grow our forces before we move on.”

Hourk wasn't stupid, he wasn't intelligent in the way that some humans were but he had a brutal sort of cunning and cruelty, he wanted more then just to take small cities and villages, he wanted orcs to dominate everything around them. Even as he dragged his new slave back toward his massive tent he was plotting what would come next. “You belong to me now whore.” He grunted at her as he dragged her along, not even noticing or caring if she was fighting against him. “I am your new master and you will address me as such. From now on you will either work to please me or I will make you suffer, I already destroyed this city, if you fail to please me then you will join your people in death.” Already he was begging to grow hard under the leather pants that he wore, the thought of what he would soon be doing to her driving him almost mad with arousal.

 

[Magi_monk]

The first thing Elena was aware of was yet another set of thick fingers encircling her arm tightly, causing her to whirl round sharply to face the huge creature that towered over her. His words filtered through the grief and confusion, only to bring a look of outrage, horror and disgust to the young woman's face. She lashed out with her free arm, pounding and scratching at Hourk's arm as her heels dragged through the dust. As valiantly as she fought, her strength was no match for the vastly muscled creature and soon she found herself outwith the ring of orcs.

Her fingernails scoured over the creature's green skin, but it barely had any impact at all. She may as well have been a fly for all the good that her struggles did her. A tent loomed before her briefly before she was dragged inside and away from the chaos and destruction. "I'll never call you master, your a monster! Let go of me!" Elena lashed out with her foot, attempting to kick the creature in various places in rapid succession. "Let go!"

Golden hair had come loose from its tie, falling around her face and shoulders, which only made her look all the more wild. She had already deduced that this hulking creature was the leader of the rest of the green skins, not only did his exceeding size and elaborate tattoos suggest such but all the other orcs had immediately backed down and obeyed his instructions. That she would be chosen by such a creature did not bode well for her.

 

[DomG]

The tent was a massive thing, easily twice the size of any other tent that stood around it, made of animal hides stitched together and held up by thick wooden poles and tied down with long chord. The insides were carpeted with thick furs from animals that he had personally killed. In the center of the space was his bed, dominating a large amount of the space and covered in more furs with a head board carved from black oak and around it were trophies. All in all the entire tent was a temple to his own strength.

Glancing down at his arm he could see the marks that she had left on his skin with her nails, not even breaking the skin or hurting him in the least, but her attempt at defiance did piss him off. With an angry growl he through her at the bed, how dare she try to defy him... fighting wouldn't do her any good at all, no matter how hard she tried she wouldn't be able to over come his power. It appeared that she would have to demonstrate this to his new slave so she would understand her new place.

“You will obey me.” He growled as he began to remove his pants, tossing them into a corner of the room without once taking his eyes off of his new prize. Between his legs hung his huge cock, even when considering how large the rest of his body was the member was massive, nearly fifteen inches long and incredibly thick, standing completely erect and pointing at his new slave. “Now remove your clothing, it is time for you to learn your place.”

 

[Magi_monk]

Sky blue orbs swept the tent briefly, either taking in her surroundings or looking for a weapon of some kind - the latter probably most likely. The sudden force sent through her arm, propelled her toward the bed in an uncontrolled manner and she fell upon the furs with a quiet grunt of discomfort. She lay still only for a matter of seconds, pushing herself up onto her knees and shuffling round so that she could face him, eyes flashing with indignation and anger as he growled out his claim over her.

While Hourk kept his gaze fixed upon her, Elena returned the favour although her attention drifted downward as his lower garments were removed abruptly. Rage and grief crumbled slightly to fear, her eyes widening as she shuffled backward and away from her. There was no way...he would tear her apart! "Stay the hell away from me!" She scurried backward and off the other side of the bed, the piece of furniture now between them. With absolutely no intention of obeying his command, her panicked gaze swept the items nearby, surely there was something she could use to fend this monster off!