Savage Ambitions (InwiththeBooks and DreamsofFae)

[DreamsofFae]

There comes a point in an Orc Raid where the pretense of winning and turning the tribe raiding force back gives way. The point where it's about minimizing the damage, getting as many people to safety as possible, and desperately hoping the force realizes it's better to let the village survive for future raiding than killing everyone.

This is the point where Lerisa's prayers, and the spells that accompanied them, changed. No longer was she trying to repulse the attack. Now she was simply trying to buy time for others to take cover.

Lerisa was of average height for a human woman, cute rather than gorgeous, with her blue robes hinting at a form beneath them more feminine then they could fully show. Her deep auburn hair was kept long and braided out of her way, and the most noteworthy part of her was her green eyes, bright, and some said magical. For now they shone with the effort of protecting the people of Two Rivers, as she chanted prayers to fuel her shielding spells.

 

[Inwiththebooks]

A Talon was meant to be a leader, to guide warriors in glorious combat and bring wealth back to their clan. They were not born but forged in the fires of battle, not simply a warrior but also one who possessed a mind for warfare and strategy. Upon the offering of the title a potential Talon needed to seek out a wild beast and slay it, claiming a talon from its corpse as the symbol of their new office. These items carried their own stories, each one a mark of the honor held within the clan and a testament to the skills of the bearer.

Around Ika’s neck was a talon inscribed with crude tribal runes, having been torn from the paw of a great dire wolf. The young Orcish Talon strode through the village with the ease of a seasoned warrior, her cleaver like blade gripped in one hand with a shield being gripped in her other. The weapon was not clean, still dripping with the warm blood of a militiaman who had wielded naught but a pitchfork. The information her scouts had delivered was very much accurate, this place had been ill defended and ill prepared for a raid.

The young orc female cut an intimidating figure, standing a full head above most human men and possessed of a form made of tightly corded muscles honed to kill. Her black hair was pulled into a tight series of braids which were allowed to fall back from her face. Tiny vestigial tusks just managed to jut up from her lower lip, a mark of embarrassment for her as smaller tusks were considered an oddity. Her armor was made of fine iron and was insolated with smooth and supple leather. Orcs prided themselves on craftsmanship, it might not have looked the prettiest but it was both functional and comfortable. The functionality of her blade was proven when a human militiaman attempted to gore her with a crude spear.

The cleaver like blade whistled through the air as she briskly sidestepped, severing the head of the lesser weapon from the shaft easily. She carried her momentum into swinging her shield into the side of the man’s head, causing him to fall limp upon the ground. It was not a lethal blow by any stretch but it did not need to be. A raid leader’s goal was not death and destruction, but to procure resources for the clan as a whole. That included slaves that could be used for labor, the more people taken alive the better her raid would be seen.

“Talon!”

The voice was immediately recognized by Ika, who turned her head and graced the large bear of an Orc that was her second in command with a nod. “Yigilsh, report.” The woman ordered curtly.

“The fighting seems to be dying down; our men are still encountering pockets of resistance but are working through them easily enough. The major point of contention is near the temple at the center of the village. A priestess has foiled our attempts to enter the building. It’s possible it might have an escape route built into it.” He stated clearly, hitting the heel of his hand against his breastplate.

Ika frowned, the news certainly not what she had been expecting. It was rare that a holy mage was encountered; she had not factored in that possibility before coming here. If the priestess was indeed guarding an escape passage of some description that would most certainly cut into the numbers of captives that could be taken. The orc cursed low and gestured for her second in command to lead on through the smoke and screams that permeated the night air.

When she arrived upon the scene she noted the priestess standing in the doorway of the small church, the main doors having been smashed to splinters already. A few of her warriors were futilely smashing at the shield with their weapons, accomplishing nothing more than blunting their weapons. The Talon frown, turning to whisper a few words to her second in command who nodded and headed out back into the village proper. With that done the Talon approached the shielded doorway, regarding the priestess with a raised brow.

“You lot, stop it. You won’t get through that shield so easily. Swords will not get us entry.” The Talon commanded.

It was about ten minutes later when her second in command returned, the fighting having audibly begun to calm down and the fires beginning to dim. He pushed a man along and shoved him to his knees on the ground before Ika, the human babbling in his own tongue. Ika kicked him roughly and placed her blade at the man’s neck, half turning her gaze to the priestess. The message was clear; open the way or the man died. Possibly followed by others.

 

[DreamsofFae]

Lerisa could hold the shield close to indefinitely. Unlike arcane mages, divine magic did not draw primarily on the user's own strength. Rather the user's strength reached out to the divine and touched only the surface of the divine energy. Going deeper than one could would burn out the mind. She was not deep enough for that danger, just deep enough that bodily exhaustion, when it came, could drag her into the currents, but that was hours away yet.

She had continued to pray as the orcs, or some of them, tried to attack the shield. The attack was dangerous, but not in the way they might think. Lerisa had had to increase her concentration on her prayers so that her own laughter would not spell disaster. Fortunately, the leader, stopped them.

Lerisa continued her prayer-spell as the woman with a paw around her neck of a large predator, though without losing focus, Lerisa was not sure what it was. Her demeanor was calm. The moment she had chosen her path, she knew the outcome. Facing it now required no extra strength or courage, rather simple acceptance.

The tunnel in the temple had never been meant for the town's people, which is why so few raids encountered priests or priestesses. "It's the only way to protect you in the hinterlands!"

She had raised an eyebrow, arms folded over her chest, "And who, pray tell, protects the people?"

"That's not your job..."

She had disagreed then, and she disagreed now, her actions speaking loudly enough for that.

"Please don't kill me! I have a wife and a new baby..." And had stayed behind to do what he could to get other families through the tunnel.

Her eyes met the eyes of the orcish leader and she made no outward sign of changing her prayer, though the words changed. Words that would trigger the collapse of the entrance to the tunnel. Sure, the orcs could get through, but by then the people who had fled would have come out and would be taken to safety. Only then, still looking in monster's eyes did she make a sign at her chest and stop chanting. The air rippling as the shield came down.

She did not know a lot of Orcish, after all, if you're close enough to negotiate, it's already too late. But she did say one of the words she knew, still looking at the leader in the eyes. "Coward."

Lerisa knew what would come next. Every adult remaining did. Hopefully the children had all gotten away. The time for fighting had yielded to the time of supplication and retreat and now yielded to the time of surrender. And resistance. She stood strong and proud and defiant as she waited for the inevitable.

 

[Inwiththebooks]

Ika held the gaze of the human priestess, ignoring the pleading and mewling of the man she threatened to kill. The orc waited patiently, opting to give the human time to lower the spell as Ika herself could not tell much difference in spell types. She saw nothing particularly dishonorable with what she was doing; orcish honor differed from human honor. One received honor for their great deeds, how they accomplished them rarely mattered so long as they were accomplished. If she needed to hold a human hostage to complete her victory then she would do that, no doubt the church held some wealth within.

When the priestess lowered her barrier the Talon nodded to her men, several rushing past the human and into the church. Anything of value would be plundered so long as it was not bolted to the ground. Ika herself was about to move past the human before she caught a grave insult in orcish from the priestess. Her response was reflexive, her fingers curling into a fist and swinging hard into the shorter woman’s gut. The Talon glared harshly down at the priestess, pondering over removing her head for the insult. In the end she decided against it, instead continuing inside of the church.

It was a small structure really, crafted from stone and adorned with rough carvings of this or that human religion. At any one time the orc estimated that it could hold maybe twenty to thirty people comfortably, making it the largest building in the village by far. Which was hardly saying much considering the buildings were made from wood and loose stone for the most part. Her raiders scrounged around through the church, stealing anything that glittered in the light. Holy texts and such were torn or tossed carelessly aside. Ika picked one up, not understanding the words in the book but opted to keep it and tucked it away.

“Talon, the tunnel was sealed below! We can probably clear it given an hour or two.”

Ika pondered this before shaking her head. “No, let them run. We have enough slaves for the journey back and after everyone is finished we should have enough plunder to present the Chieftain with his due.”

With that her men would scour the village for another half hour, stealing as much as they could and binding their captives in thick ropes. The Talon counted sixteen slaves, ten men and six women. Not exactly a large haul but it would do for a small village like this. Most importantly there were no deaths on her side, only two injuries that could be treated easily enough. Ika was pleased and she was certain the clan Chieftain would also be pleased. So it was that the Orcish Talon led the way out of the burning village, north to the mountains where her clan made its home. A journey that was sure to take a few days at least.

Ika herself was pondering how to split up the shares, there were thirty raiders so each one would take a fraction of the spoils. As the Talon she had first pickings, the Chieftain got second, which left the rest of her men to bicker amongst themselves once they returned home. The Orc’s eyes would briefly flicker over the human priestess as they marched, the one that had known how to speak Orcish. The Talon’s last personal slave had expired a while back; she’d tried to run so Ika had run her down and taken her head off. Perhaps… a thought for later. For now it was best to put some distance between the raiders and the village, who knew when a patrol might happen by?

 

[DreamsofFae]

Perhaps there had been a point where righteous pride had turned into really stupid foolishness. The fist had hit far harder than a human's would, and the fact that the blow had Lerisa on the ground, curled up in a ball did not even strike her as shameful. Beyond the self criticism of having thrown the insult.

Unfortunately--or fortunately since it meant she was alive--she had recovered an been already tied in the slave line as she watched them ransack the village and the church and destroy the books. Savages.

The march had not been an easy pace, and was too fast for her to reach out to the divine energies to bolster any of the others on the string.

Slaves. They were slaves. And out here, this far from civilization, the kingdom would acknowledge the property rights of the Orcs over these few citizens. Not that she didn't understand why. Trying to do anything about it would result in war. No, better to sacrifice a few nobodies as slaves then to try to fight an Orcish army.

But now they were no better than work animals, and as far as she knew, the Orcs didn't breed their slaves to assure the next generation. Why should they when there were whole villages ripe for the picking. She sighed and managed not to stumble.

Every time the leader's eyes moved over her, Lerisa had to fight back a wave of nausea. Perhaps, at least, catching the leader's eye and ire would mean her suffering would be short. She hoped.

 

[Inwiththebooks]

The march was hard going, continuing through the night and a good ways into the next day. The raiding party only stopped briefly to eat and ensure the slaves were fed, continuing the march after to the mountains. It wasn’t until the sun was hanging low in the sky that Ika ordered a stop and for her men to make camp, much to the relief of the raiders and slaves alike. The Talon oversaw the construction of the campsite, her own tent being the largest of course with a small table inside possessing a map upon it. Her only other furnishing was a bedroll, the space alone being all the luxury she needed.

The slaves meanwhile were corralled to a makeshift pen, bound to trees to ensure they could not easily escape. Two orcs would always stand watch over them, rotating shifts to ensure the guards were well rested. Ika was taking no chances here; it was bad enough so many had escaped through her fingers. No way was she going to allow a single slave to escape her now. Sixteen was a fair haul, but it was not what she had been hoping for. Thirty would have been an excellent number.

As the sun vanished behind the horizon and the night crept in Ika was surveying the map, occasionally eating from a loaf of stale bread. Two more days and they’d reach the clan stronghold; it was a pretty straight shot from what she was looking at. The Talon sighed, she’d be glad for sleeping soundly in her bed once more. With this raid done Ika intended to relax for a while back home once all was said and done. As much as she enjoyed fighting it could get dull and tiring after a certain amount of time. Ever since she had become a Talon it had been raid after raid after raid.

In the vein of relaxation the Orc’s thoughts turned to her captive priestess and smirked. The Talon left the tent and stepped out into the night, moving towards the pen. The two guards on duty snapped to attention, relaxing when she waved a hand to them to fall at ease. Her eyes looked over her captives and zeroed in on the priestess. Ika was in a bit of a stressful mood tonight and she very much wanted to pay back that coward comment that the priestess had sent her way the previous night.

“Untie her from the tree but leave her wrists bound. Bring her to me.” The Talon commanded.

One of the guards nodded and moved to carry out her commands and Ika took a look around the area for a good tree to take the priestess behind. The Orc needed a stress reliever and teaching the insolent priestess some respect would certainly relieve some stress on her part. The Talon slowly removed one of her gauntlets and the other guard must have gotten what was going on for her smiled a toothy smile at the priestess.

 

[DreamsofFae]

Talking earned gags, so she had not spoken again, though once they were settled in to their pen, Lerisa got a look around, to assess the health of the rest of her fellow slaves. To her relief, most were well, just desperate for sleep, as she herself was. Good. She could sleep and then if any needed healing she could do that once she was refreshed.

Even tied to a tree, she had slept. No, it was not comfortable, but exhaustion saw to it that her sleep was dreamless. Just sleep. Just rest.

No one seemed to notice when she offered some small healing to her fellows. Or at least, if they did, they didn't mind. Healthier slaves could walk faster, drag them down less, get them home faster. Which almost made Lerisa question whether this was the right choice, but she had to alleviate what suffering she could.

When feeding time came, she led by example. Starving themselves would count as resistance, but it would also only lead to being too weak to escape should an opening present itself. Whispering to the man beside her so he could pass it on she said, "Eat. They won't poison us if they want to keep up the pace. They need us healthy. And we need us healthy." For now. There would be, at most, one chance to escape and if caught then. She shook her head; they needed their strength, even if it would not be enough.

She was meditating when evening came and the leader came to look at her. She would have been unaware if a guard had not been hauling her roughly to her feet and leading her by the rope tied to her wrists to the leader. Oh this was going to be very not good. And yet, she did not cower. She stood as straight and tall as she could and met the Orc's eyes.

 

[Inwiththebooks]

Ika did not like the way the priestess was looking at her, with defiance flashing in those green eyes. The Orc sneered at her and seized the ropes around the human’s wrists, tugging them harshly as she attempted to lead the human to the tree line. From her belt she removed a wickedly curved dagger, freshly cleaned and ready for use. She left it open to interpretation what the dagger was for, figuring the suspense would be rather nail biting for her captive. Killing was not her goal; it would be a waste to just murder the priestess. If she were going to kill her, it would be in front of the other slaves as an example.

When Ika rounded a particularly large tree she would shove the priestess up against it and press the dagger to her throat. Her other hand worked to tear at the fabric of her clothes savagely, uncaring what the priestess might have thought. Her gaze was locked upon the priestess’ eyes, peering down at the woman with malice in her own eyes. The dagger was removed soon enough as the Orc realized that perhaps the priestess might regard death as an escape. Ika was not intending to allow her to escape.

“I’m going to fill the night with your squeals priestess.” The Orc whispered, wondering if the priestess understood that with her limited command of orcish.

Ika figured she might as well take her share here; the priestess was a prize for her to keep. As Talon the right was technically hers, once they returned home Ika would see about branding her. For now… her eyes trailed down her form with mild amusement, humans were so very soft and weak. They thought themselves so very mighty and civilized and yet they were forced to kowtow to prevent war with her people. There would be no rescue effort for a few people; they weren’t worth starting a war over after all. Without further preamble the Talon would press the priestess hard against the tree, using her free hand to cup one of her breasts.

 

[DreamsofFae]

Lerisa did not protest. She'd seen before what effect protesting had. Absolutely none. However, strength and defiance, that seemed to affect the Orc leader, so Lerisa would keep with that. Of course, determination did not quell fear, and the truth of the matter was that Lerisa was well and truly scared. Nor could she help but stumble, which is clearly what was meant to happen. She managed to not fall completely, but it was a struggle to keep up.

When the Orc woman pulled the dagger, Lerisa smiled. Had she really been so defiant as to earn death, and not public? She almost laughed but then she was pinned against the tree and the dagger was out her throat. Death accepted did not make the pain funny and the smile faded and the laugh died before it was born. This time it was not defiance that met her captor's eyes, but acceptance. She would be killed, probably painfully, but it would be an escape.

What she understood of the words, "I'm...the Night...your squeals, priestess." promised painful torture. Could she meditate away enough to not feel the pain?

Then she was pressed against the tree harder, her clothing having been torn off so that her back felt the roughness of the bark. And a hand cupping her breast. "Oh goddess help me!" Acceptance, calmness fled in the realization of what exactly the leader planned to do to elicit those squeals. "Please. Don't." Orcish was not supposed to sound soft, so she knew she butchered the pronunciation as she begged, but what else could she do.

 

[Inwiththebooks]

Ika caught the butchered orcish and it prompted a harsh slap across the face, the human’s inexperienced babbling offending the proud Orc’s ears. Her free hand then immediately trailed down between her legs, her thumb ghosting over her clit with ease. She took the small protrusion between her thumb and forefinger and toyed with it, rolling it between the digits. Ika did so enjoy playing with her slaves, a bit of teasing before she intended to actually start. The priestess was property now; the orc figured she could do what she wanted to her. Besides, taking the most defiant in the most brutal possible fashion would lower moral among the slaves. Making escape far less likely.

Her green fingers abruptly and harshly pressed into the folds of sensitive flesh between the priestess’ legs, reaching in and going as far as they could reach. Ika was half hoping this was her first time so the moment could be forever burned into her memory. Technically the Talon did not get any gratification of her own out of this, not as a male might. It was more a sending of a message, though some part of her enjoyed it most certainly. Having a beautiful human woman squirming under her touch was rather enticing after all.

Ika delivered no shows of affection, this was not about passion after all and this was more punishment than reward. Her fingers wriggled about inside of the priestess, slightly pushing against her inner walls. They would then withdraw and pump into her again and again, the motions merciless and the orc more than happy to measure each motion with increased amusement. All the while each motion saw her press the priestess against the tree, attempting to draw a rhythmic thunking against the wood. She left her lips completely uncovered, wanting her prisoners to hear the sounds their savior made.

“Mine.” The orc said as she continued to work, a simple monosyllable that she hoped the priestess understood.

 

[DreamsofFae]

Oddly enough the slap calmed Lerisa down. Or at least it got her to stop begging. it was a hard slap, probably light for the Orc, but hard to Lerisa's face, and it refired her anger and her need to resist. She tried desperately to ignore the teasing, to fight back.

Her hands were still bound together, though pushed out of the way as if they were not there as her clit was assaulted. She was pressed against the tree rough enough that there was not much she could hope to do to fight back, but she did what little she could. Her bound hands trying to hit at the Orc as she kicked and tried to squirm away, scraping her back more than anything else in the process.

Of course despite the anger and fear, her body did respond to the stimulation. As much as she hated it, she knew that she was getting wet, and no matter how much she tried not to react, once the woman penetrated her, she screamed. It did hurt. She was not even half wet enough for that to have been comfortable and the orcs fingers were large. It did not take long before resistance again faded to be replaced with pure screaming at the brutal assault.

At the word "Mine", Lerisa felt something in her break. This wasn't a one time thing, she knew. The leader was claiming her as her spoil. This, this brutal and painful rape was her new life. She screamed louder, but could not command her ill abused body to resist. She could not even prevent her body's natural response to the painful stimulus. She was not sure at what point she had started crying, but she was.

 

[Inwiththebooks]

Ika had been somewhat amused by the priestess’ attempts to escape her, the squirming and struggling only serving to draw a cruel chuckle from the Orc. The first scream she drew from her victim had not prompted her to stop, indeed if anything it pushed her to keep going at this fairly brutal assault. She knew the sounds would be heard by the other slaves and she wanted them to hear, to be cowed with the idea what would happen to them when they resisted. Ika herself was getting some gratification out of this, finding her stresses melt away as she played with her newest toy.

The pain the priestess was feeling did not deter Ika as she continued to pump her fingers in and out, reaching in as deep as she could. There was nothing gentle about how she did this; it was simply brutal and rough. The Talon wanted the priestess battered, bruised, and left weeping for daring having resisted her. She got her wish once she noted that she had started crying, however Ika just kept on going. The priestess was not a person to the orc at this point; she was a possession and one that was in need of breaking and rearing.

Ika reached her fingers in deep once more, this time slightly stretching them apart to push at the priestess’ inner walls in a manner she hoped would be uncomfortable. She twisted her fingers inside of her before again starting to pull out and push in, a pattern that saw her push the priestess against the tree again and again. She was not done yet, the Talon wanted to ensure that she finished the priestess off. Pain was well and good but she wanted the woman to know horror at her body’s response, to not be able to resist it.

In the light of the moon, however Ika did manage to get a nice eyeful of the priestess and very much liked what she saw. Smooth, milky skin that made her kind look so vulnerable. The swells of flesh that were her breasts, which she imagined oft putting her hands around. Then there was those eyes, pretty green things set in her skull that made her look almost magical. Ika rather liked the color green, for obvious reasons. The shade of the priestess’ eyes was something that she very much would covet, further cementing her decision to steal the priestess away as her own. She was going to make a lovely spoil if she could break her in.

 

[DreamsofFae]

For the duration of the assault, Lerisa's world became pain and screams and more pain than she could have ever imagined. All she felt was her throat as she screamed and cried out and her vagina as it was abused. Even her back and it's abrading against the tree barely registered. The thoughts of resistance, of bolstering her fellow slaves, even of her Goddess where muted and buried under the sheer agony that was her existence.

And just when she thought it could not get any worse, it did. The Orc woman's fingers filling her painfully, pushing at her from the inside. Somehow she cried out louder. Or someone did. She was no longer sure she knew the sound of her own voice.

Yet under all the pain, in the midst of it, there was pleasure. For just a moment, the pleasure was comforting, pleasant, but then Lerisa realized what the pleasure was, and it revolted her and she pulled away from it, almost sheltering in the pain. Pain is what she should be feeling, pain was horrible an terrible, but it made sense. It made sense unlike the convulsions that started in her vagina, around the Orc's fingers. It made sense unlike the wave of pleasure that caused the screaming to change for just a moment.

The tears ran harder now, and as the orgasm subsided, despite the continued assault, the screams became nothing more than whimpers.

 

[Inwiththebooks]

Ika felt when the priestess had reached her climax, withdrawing her fingers soon after and licking at them right in plain view of her victim. That had been extremely stress relieving, more than that it seemed to have caused a bit of a change to be affected within the human as she simply wept and whimpered. The orc found it rather pathetic, such weak creatures these humans were. Orc females were all trained in combat along with males; each one knew full well one male might get ideas and try something. Couplings among her people were never gentle and resembled fighting more than anything else when done right.

The Talon rolled her eyes and jerked the priestess away from the tree, tugging her back into the camp still very much naked and exposed. Her little demonstration finished the orc figured it was time to let the priestess return to her people. She could already see a horrified face or two from here. However she was not letting the priestess off so easily, she did not want to risk her sleeping soundly at all tonight. Right before they arrived at the slave pen the Orc drew close and whispered slowly in her ear.

“Every. Night.” It was a promise, even if the priestess did not fully understand she figured the message would be gotten.

With that finished she herself tied the priestess back up at the tree and retired to her tent, feeling rather refreshed for the affair. Her eyes returned to the map and their position. Currently they were right on the border between orcish lands and human lands, once they crossed it tomorrow things would be much more relaxed. No human would dare to cross the border without very good reason, or unless they were a known and established trader with the orcs. Ika was confident that in just a couple more days she’d be relaxing at home, toying with her newest possession.

 

[DreamsofFae]

She understood "Night" if not every and guessed at the meaning of the other word. She closed her eyes not to see the way the other slaves were looking at her. She could guess what they were thinking. Hoping they'd die in the march. Hoping they'd be used as labor slaves. Hoping whatever happened to them was not what happened to her.

Had they heard that moment when her scream sounded less painful? Did they know her body had reacted even while she hated all of it? Did they know that the woman had just promised every night?

She tried to sleep, but every time she did she would dream of being raped and wake up panting and whimpering. Eventually exhaustion did win, and she did sleep, though it was neither deep nor restful.

When she woke, she refused to meet the eyes of any of the slaves, and ate and drank what was given to her without much interest. She just had to focus on finding her strength. She had to resist. Even if it accomplished nothing...

 

[Inwiththebooks]

The journey to the orc stronghold was relatively uneventful from that point onwards; Ika had plotted out a relatively safe path for her little procession to take. She did keep her promise, each night taking the priestess behind a tree or large rock and repeating what she had done that first night. She was always just as rough and brutal about it, taking what she wanted before dumping the human back in the slave pen. It turned out to improve her mood marvelously, the orc barely being able to wait to get home to really have some fun with her new slave. Ika was a woman of rather simple pleasures; as long as she had a sword in her hand and a slave to enjoy she was happy. Not exactly content, but happy.

As they finally approached the orc stronghold of the Clan Ika smiled, the imposing walls of the fortress city a lovely sight. For her and her men at least, not so much for the slaves as it was the place where they would be sold off to do whatever. Except for the priestess of course, she had to know by now exactly what her fate was going to be. The Talon enjoyed hearing the creak of the gates opening and as soon as they were at the gates the orc raiding party would march into the stronghold.

It was much like a city really, buildings set up here or there and merchants hawking their wares in the open plaza. The difference was that this stronghold was heavily militarized; one could not turn a corner with coming face to face with an armed and armored soldier. Ika led her little procession down into the city proper and towards the Chieftain’s Citadel, ordering a halt outside of the building before entering herself. It would be a good hour before she emerged again, speaking and negotiating with the Chieftain as she did.

When she returned the orc did not look pleased, indeed, her brows were knit rather closely. “Right, three slaves are due to the Chieftain and he claims a tenth of the plunder.”

There were some rather irritated grumbles from the raiders, the rather large portion being given to the Chieftain not exactly a popular thing. Ika shrugged, knowing there was nothing that could be done about it. That was simply the way of things. In order to prevent further unrest among her raiders, and to prevent a possible mutiny, the Talon decided to forfeit her share of the plunder that did not include the slave she had already claimed. She was already wealthy enough and there would be other raids to be had.

With that decided the Talon turned to her second in command. “Take the rest of the slaves to market and split up the rest of the coin among the men. I’ll take my slave and get her branded. Also, select three among the slaves to give to the Chieftain. Best to avoid gaining his ire in this matter.”

“Yes, Talon.” The orc replied, heading off to see the orders carried out.

Ika meanwhile recovered her slave from the lot and moved to carry her over her shoulder like a sack of grain. “Right. Let’s make everything nice and official now, slave. Can’t have you running around without a proper brand.” The Talon said as she headed down a street.

 

[DreamsofFae]

Lerisa's resistance was draining. Which was not to say she was broken, but it was getting harder and harder to find the energy to mount any kind of resistance. Insurrection was completely out of the question by the time they reached the city. The other slaves no longer came to her for help when they stopped. Perhaps they understood she did not have the energy to help anyone, including herself, or perhaps she was an unwanted reminder that things would get worse, quickly.

She had no strength to resist when the leader, whose name she had eventually learned was Ika, threw her over her shoulder. Though she did "oompf" at the uncomfortable position and attempt to beat her back with her bound hands. Even though she suspected she didn't have enough strength for it to be noticeable.

There were more words she was starting to pick up. Especially "slave." While the rest of it was still not quite in her grasp, though some of it she felt like she should know. She was fairly certain the woman had not just said, "Ok, my honored slave, let's go get you cleaned up and healed." but that whatever the plan was, it was not going to be good.

"My name." Her own pronunciations were getting better, "Is Lerisa. Not slave." She might not be able to do much physically, but she wasn't broken yet.

 

[Inwiththebooks]

Ika had frowned when the priestess, Lerisa apparently, once more spoke in her native tongue. It was almost a string of coherent words; however it was far from mastery of the language. The orc let the comment slide without addressing it, figuring it not even worth the effort to justify that bit with a response. Ika could call Lerisa whatever she wanted, the priestess belonged to her after all. Though, she supposed Lerisa was not a terrible name. It did however seem so very human in both pronunciation and just how it sounded when Ika silently mouthed the name. Overly pretty in her opinion.

The Talon made her way through the streets of Ur-Toth, passing around market stalls and pleased when some difference was granted her. She was a ranking member of the military after all; Talons were just below Shamans, which were just below the Chieftain. Orc society was pretty clear cut and simple in terms of hierarchy, nothing really complicated about it. There was no nobility; the warrior class simply ruled the society. As such members of the large warrior class were given respect, especially if they were Talons. Being a Talon meant one had proven they could lead as well as fight, traits valued in the violent Orc society.

Ika reached her destination, one of the city’s slave branders. He looked a bit bored honestly however when he noticed Ika approaching he perked up. The Talon offered him his fee, extra indicating that she’d prefer to do the branding herself. With that the pair of them would attempt to move Lerisa into a restraint that looked rather similar to a stocks. If they managed that Ika would remove a brand from the hot coals. Upon it was the orcish symbol that indicated one was a slave, a marker that the person in question was property.

“Any place in particular you had in mind for the brand? Her face maybe? Much more clear that way.” The orc inquired.

“Mmm… no, that would mar her pretty face. I’m thinking buttocks. She might not be able to sit down for a while but it should do the job.” Ika responded, lining up the brand around that area.

“Likely won’t show so easily underneath clothing.”

“You are assuming she’s going to be wearing anything.” The Talon responded, smirking at the orc.

With that she would press the hot brand up against the priestess’ right buttock, holding it there for a few seconds before removing it. If she had done it right then the brand would be burned nicely into Lerisa’s skin. Ika always liked that bit about getting a fresh slave; the branding was always such a possessive thing. Its why she always liked doing it, might not be as clean as a professional doing it but it was more rewarding. Cemented that her slave now belonged to her, that they had been marked irrevocably.

 

[DreamsofFae]

As she was slung over Ika's shoulder, she could not see where they were going. Which meant rather than focusing on her fear at whatever was in store for her, she spent the horribly uncomfortable journey annoyed both her hitting and small verbal resistance had been so ineffectual that they did not even warrant a response.

Annoyance gave place to fear when Ika and the brander moved her from Ika's shoulder to the set of restraints. That she did fight, as much as she could, trying to pull her body from where they wanted, trying to escape, not to run away--she knew she had no strength for that--but to somehow escape branding. Which of course, she had no hope of doing and it was not long before they had her shackled and were discussing her, she assumed, as nothing more than a piece of cattle.

She did go as still as possible when the brand was applied, though her brain demanded she pull away from the burning painful heat. She knew if she did it would only make it worse. That did not, however, stop her from screaming until it was pulled away. It still hurt, but less so once the iron was removed. Tears rolled down her face, her fists clenching, so much pain. Not worse than the raping, but different.

 

[Inwiththebooks]

Ika was pleased with the work she had done and offered the brand back to the brander, before working to remove the bindings around Lerisa. With the brand in place the orc found it a nice time to try out her now official slave in her own home. The Talon hoisted the woman over her shoulder once more, waving to the brander before heading back out through the city streets. As she moved through the markets her eyes were caught in the section generally reserved for slaves and slave supplies. Might indeed be a good idea to purchase some fresh manacles for Lerisa, perhaps a collar as well?

In the end Ika ended up purchasing a couple of pairs of manacles for Lerisa’s wrists and ankles and a common leather collar with a ring at the throat for a leash. With her purchases for the day done, the orc finally made her way home. The Talon’s home was actually a rather humble affair, a simple one floor flat with four main rooms. There was a sitting room, a kitchen that doubled as the dining room, a bathroom with a sizable tub, and the bedroom which possessed a bed large enough for two. Out back was a privy and a training post for exercise.

The Talon stepped inside, unceremoniously dropping Lerisa on the floor as well as the manacles. The tall warrior stretched and smiled, it was good to be home finally. Most grunts were stuck in the barracks set up around the city, Talons were afforded more luxury. Indeed, among the orcs having a bathroom was a luxury. Ika was not one to openly admit it, but she liked being clean and well groomed. It was something she regarded as a bit of a dirty secret, a weakness she’d deny to her dying breath if accused.

“Welcome to your new home, slave. Hope you like it, you won’t be leaving for a long time.” Ika said.

With that the orc produced the restraining devices and held them up, wanting to fit Lerisa with them as soon as possible. “So we can do this the easy way, slave, or the hard way. Hold out your wrists and ankles and don’t make a fuss.” Ika said, wondering if Lerisa understood a bit of what she was saying.

 

[DreamsofFae]

The day had been trying, and it was still early. She had been humiliatingly carried. Branded. She was pretty sure Ika had bought slave equipment or something; she wasn't sure as she could only see what she could when she turned her head to look at something other than Ika's back. She tried to resist; she just wasn't sure what was left she could do.

Lerisa bit her lip when she was dropped on the floor like a bundle of flour so as not to whimper. Perhaps if she kept the acknowledgement of pain silent. If she didn't react, Ika would bore of her.

When the woman spoke to her and then commanded, she thought her hands and feet, Lerisa simply glared at her. There was not as much heat in those green eyes as there had been previously, but it was all she had left. A glare. A refusal to react. A refusal to obey. She knew she would pay for it, but what loss really considering her life would be pain one way or the other.

 

[Inwiththebooks]

Ika growled at the refusal, dropping the restraints and reaching down to savagely grip her slave by the hair. The Talon would then attempt to drag the naked woman through the house and into her bedroom, tossing her onto the large bed. The cover was fine and well maintained fur, plush really and a comfort one might not expect from the brutal and no-nonsense orc. The Talon was not pleased with the priestess’ continued refusal and so decided it a good time to punish her. She did not overly care if Lerisa’s brand hurt in the position of lying down on the bed; the slave had brought this upon herself.

The orc would attempt to pin Lerisa’s hands above her head with one hand and immediately set about inserting three of her fingers into her womanhood. There was no warning, no teasing, she simply pushed them right in and went in as deeply as she could. Ika smirked cruelly down at the priestess, letting her know right now what the price for disobedience was. Technically she was letting her off easy, normally that would have earned as nice whipping. Instead Ika figured this would suffice, given the priestess' obvious hatred for it.

Truthfully she had been planning on doing this anyway; Lerisa had just managed to provide a very convenient excuse. Her green fingers would start to quickly pump in and out, not bothering to be gentle about this entire affair. Part of Ika wanted the priestess to put up a bigger struggle than she had thus far in these attempts. There had been struggle the previous times, but nothing that had really done anything. Perhaps Lerisa was simply too weak physically to deal with a female orc in her prime. Ika did not spend overly long contemplating that as she simply got back to work.

“Punishment.” Ika growled, wondering if Lerisa even knew the word.

 

[DreamsofFae]

The effect of softness, even if she were thrown onto it brutally and what was sure to come next would be horrid, took her off guard. For a moment she laid there stunned, her hands almost petting the comforting softness, even as the landing on her ass hurt.

That did not last long as Ika was on top of her, pinning her hands and again raping her. Not being up against a tree, having a bit more leverage, and room to move, Lerisa tried to fight back. She fought to pull her arms out of Ika's grasp, rocked her hips not in an attempt to increase her pleasure but to try to pull away from Ika's fingers and make it more difficult for her to get back in. She kicked her legs, trying to kick or knee Ika in the back or groan or any soft spot she could reach. If only she could get her mouth close to something soft of Ika's, so she could bite.

Ika might own her, but Lerisa had to fight that, had to not let her simply own her.

 

[Inwiththebooks]

It seemed as though Ika had let herself grow a bit too complacent in the treatment of her slave, as she was caught off guard by the rough rebuke from Lerisa. A knee found her unprotected stomach and spots started dancing before the orc’s eyes, the attack having caught her off her guard. She managed to avoid being bitten though that was no consolation for the sharp pain roiling in her gut right now. So Lerisa did indeed still have some fight in her, that was Ika’s mistake for assuming she had seen everything the priestess was capable of. Not a mistake she intended to let stop her.

The Talon was seeing red right about now, her green cheeks flushing in anger and her eyes flashing very dangerously. If the priestess wanted to play rough then Ika would certainly oblige her on this matter. Ika pulled back her own fist and attempted to punch the priestess in the gut, hoping to stun the human. Next she would try and deliver a couple of harsh slaps to Lerisa’s face, growling in anger the whole while. Ika was not fond of bruising her property over much, however rebellion needed to be nipped in the bud as soon as possible.

“You stupid little slave! I’m going to punish you for that!” The orc yelled.

She would attempt to grip Lerisa’s hair so that she could drag her out back. That was where Ika had set up a nice little whipping post for her previous slave, indeed the thing still possessed a few small bloodstains from when the Talon got carried away. Ika was going to teach her slave a lesson she hoped she would not soon forget. A lesson of punishment and pain brought about from the lash of a whip. Breaking in humans could always be so troublesome; they were a wily breed of slave after all. Not nearly as easily domesticated as elves were. Ika would attempt to now tie Lerisa to the post, though she doubted the priestess would make it easy for her.

 

[DreamsofFae]

It was horrible to gloat. Especially against a woman who had raped her multiple times and branded her. Perhaps less horrible and more really dangerous. But Lerisa did just that. The expression on her face was one of complete triumph. She had managed to actually hurt Ika, and while she tried, unsuccessfully, not to cry out when she was punched and slapped, there was still a sense of victory.

"As opposed to?!" The words were wheezed out and in her native tongue rather than Orkish, though she had understood the gist of the yelled words. Seriously, this round of rape had been referred to with the same term, so no matter what she did, unless she submitted, she would be punished, what did it matter how Ika abused her.

She tried to jerk her head away, but Ika already had ahold of her hair, and that just caused her more pain, but that did not mean that she did not make it as difficult as possible to tie her to the whipping post, flailing and pulling away as much as possible, and trying to get another hit in on Ika as she did so. The fear in the pit of her stomach at the blood on the post added fuel to her struggle. Ika, she knew, would win, but she would make it cost Ika as much as she could in the process!