A Caged Bird (Closed: Tanuki)

[Knightmare27]

"Wanted: Modok Shield-Splitter. Dead or Alive. Robbery, Arson, Rape, Banditry. 500 gold pieces reward."

The notice crumpled in a gigantic green hand, then was flung into a fire which roared at the other end of the room. Modok gave a satisfied laugh. 500 gold. They must be getting really afraid now.

500 gold also meant that trouble was coming this way. Bands of adventurers, eager to both collect the reward and the crystal. The latter was the reason he and his mercenaries - a colourful mixture of some orc warriors, human bandits and two extremely dodgy half-elves - were now sitting here, deep underground, ready to cut any unwary treasure hunters to pieces. No questions asked, of course. He was not interested in the answers anyway. Not that he was stupid or lacked curiosity - even his literacy was seen as almost a form of magic by other orcs - no; he had just never been interested in the business of mages. They paid well, especially the dark ones (and his present employer, a druid named Rasparuk, was exceedingly dark from what he had heard) and tended to keep out of their guards' business, just as he was keeping out of theirs.

The crystal was now safely hidden in a chamber deep in the mountain, guarded by spells and, supposedly, a demon (he hated those, but as long as they kept away from him...), and his orcs had just finished loading and arming all the traps. Guards were posted, and everything was ready for some foolish do-gooders to stumble into their carefully-prepared death trap.

Just as he was putting on his armour, he heard a familiar sound: Rattling, followed by a loud metallic clang and a scream (female, and probably human). That was quick! Somebody had triggered a cage trap and was now caught under its metal bars like a rat. And if she really was female, she promised to provide some entertainment for himelf and his soldiers. Excellent! He finished suiting up and went to investigate.

 

[Tanuki]

The dungeon's dank, forboding walls actually thrilled Tania, as she crept low and silently along one dark wall. It reminded her of her youth, traipsing through caverns and ancient ruins with her father, the most famous treasure hunter in Ambria, the distant land of her birth. Her father had trained his only child from a young age, taught her to run and jump, to use climbing equipment, and to kill with a bow and dagger. They'd had many adventures together, but now he was too old to accompany her, and she'd struck out on her own.

Her father had advised her against traveling to the West, no place for an Ambrian girl, he'd said. Ambrian females had a reputation here in the West as exceptional pleasure slaves. Their silky black hair, soft, tanned skin and most of all, their reputed submissive nature, made them highly prized among the slave traders. But here, far from her own lands, she could make a name for herself, where no one knew of her father. She'd had to die her hair a shade of brown, and kept it bound up tight in a bow. Tania was also tall for an Ambrian as well, and she'd worked on suppressing her accent, such that few people recognized her heritage. When she was working, she always dressed in black leather tunic and pants, her ample breasts bound tightly over her silk undergarment, and dressed this way, she garnered relatively little attention.

Her protective father would never have let her set foot in this particular mountain, home of a mythical magic crystal, guarded by unspeakable terrors, or so went the stories. Tania put little faith in such nonsense; in her experience, buried treasure was usually guarded by spider webs and piles of rubble, one just had to know where to look.

As she crept through the dungeon, her sandled feet touching cut stone rather than hewn rock, she began to question her decision. This dungeon seemed somehow darker, creepier and deeper than most.

She came upon a room, dimly lit by neglected torches, with a few tables of food left cold and unfinished. She snuck between the tables, then paused to look at one of the walls, a pale parchment nailed to the wall by a rusty dagger.

"Wanted: Modok Shield-Splitter. Dead or Alive. Robbery, Arson, Rape, Banditry. 500 gold pieces reward." A drawing of a powerful orc accompanied the notice, wielding an axe that looked like it weighed more than she did. Tania shivered despite the warm moist air; she'd always found orcs to be frightening, and this one was no ordinary orc. She put the orc out of her mind, he was no doubt far from here. The dining area opened up to another poorly lit stone hallway, this one sloping down deeper into the mountain. That's where she wanted to go, deeper.

She heard the whistling sound almost as soon as she heard the telltale click. Tania leapt forward, always run into an ambush, she remembered her father saying. She rolled, crying out as her shoulder crunched on the hard stone, and came to her feet just as a heavy iron cage crashed into the stone inches behind her. Careless! she scolded herself. Lucky that this had been a ceiling mounted trap; the traps that came up from the floor were much tougher to evade, but the counterweighting was more difficult. Quickly, her heart racing, Tania padded further down the tunnel, until it opened up on a hall, adorned with paintings lit by torches. She knew she had very little time, so she picked a dark corner and hid, pulling out her bow and notching an arrow. Dressed all in black, she blended into the shadows, running her strategy through her head. One or two men, she could silently take out with her bow. More than that, and she would have no choice but to remain hidden and hoped they didn't find her.

 

[Knightmare27]

Checking out traps which had been sprung was routine business when guarding the hiding-places of wizards. Modok was the first to react to the noise, but even as he finished closing the belt around his shirt of mail, he could hear the familiar clatter of weapons being drawn. Some of the human bandits had also heard the cage crash down and were sure to come to his aid. No time to wait, though - they were stationed on the far end to the hallway. He had to look for the attacker immediately.

He opened the door and stepped out of the guardroom, moving surprisingly quietly for someone who was tall and thin for an orc - and that meant he barely fit human doors. His armour only made the tiniest noise as he went through the hallway; he was used to moving quietly in it. His boar-like face (he was handsome for an orc; however, other species tended to be of different opinions about it) under his helmet showed calm concentration as he looked around for possible hiding enemies. It was quite an intimidating sight, and most common sneakthieves would have probably surrendered just on meeting him. But how many petty criminals did you get here? Adventurers were a notoriously cocky bunch, and most of the skulls in his trophy room had belonged to idiots who had insisted on testing whether he was really as tough as he looked. He had always been.

Careful now... the orc concentrated on remembering the pattern for the trigger plates on the ground. They had hidden twelve fougasses in the walls, pots filled with flammable oil just waiting to disgorge their load of firey death on anyone who stepped on the wrong plate. There! The last one... now, he just had to climb the stairs to reach the trap the foolish intruder had sprung.

He slowly crept up the stairs, his eyes checking all around him for possible ambushes. From the top step, he could see the trap and it was - empty! Damn... he continued down the hallway towards the way the intruder had probably taken. As he stepped into the room it opened up into, a sudden noise made his warrior reflexes twitch. Before he even registered what was coming towards him, his legs had already jumped out of the way. Only then did he see the arrow which was now vibrating right where his head had been a moment ago. Where? His eyes checked the room, examining every possible hiding spot in the large hall... there! Others would have dismissed it as a shadow, but he was sure someone was crouching there.

Only one way to find out... he raised his axe and made a screaming charge for the shadowy figure. The stranger would take some time to draw the bow again, and he hoped to startle the shooter into revealing himself - or, he hoped, herself.

 

[Tanuki]

Tania heard the tiniest shuffle coming from the left, the direction she'd come from. Whoever was coming was near silent, no ordinary guard or henchman. She drew back her bow, and when the tall, shadowy figure entered the room, alone, she let fly her arrow. Almost impossibly quick for such a large man, her target dodged the arrow, which thudded into the stone where his head had been. Tania was already pulling a second arrow from her quiver when the figure turned toward her hiding place. She gasped, for the man's wide face was boar-like, and a shade of dark green. An orc! she realized. A huge one, as it stood to its full height, a giant axe appearing in his massive green fists, his impressive armor clearly not slowing his movements.

With her eyes riveted on the giant orc's imposing figure, Tania failed to properly notch the 2nd arrow, and was forced to glance down to guide it onto her bow. When she looked up again, the orc was charging in her direction, his massive axe up and ready; her eyes caught a glint from it's razor-sharp edge - it would cleave her in two! She'd have only one chance, the arrow would need to strike a vulnerable spot - his neck, or eye. As she drew back her bow, it was at that moment she recognized the boar-like green face -- it was the face from the wanted poster! Tania's urge to flee overwhelmed her, and she suddenly dropped the bow, rolling to her right, away from the charging orc. As she came to her feet, she heard the telltale click of another trap. No! she cried, fear rifling through her belly as she froze and looked about in panic, praying that she hadn't triggered a boiling oil trap . . .

 

[Knightmare27]

It took a moment for him to realize what had just happened, but he stopped his axe, which had been about to cleave the intruder in two, just before it touched her head. She had run right into another trap! What kind was it again? As if to answer, a fine mist suddenly sprayed from two holes in the nostrils of a portrait (he had been very proud of this little joke). Sleeping poison! Excellent. She was already getting dazed, and he knew that someone of her stature would probably only take a few seconds before she was out.

As he watched her grow more and more disoriented, he sized her up. A fine looking specimen, this archer. Her skin was much darker than usual for the humans here, and her face was different, too, in some way. As she stumbled around in a daze, he could see her dark leather clothing cling to her body in a way which promised a great prize. How lucky he had been to catch her alive! One step farther to the right, and her perfect skin would have been roasted... what a shame that would have been...

Finally, the poison seemed to have won, and she slumped to the ground. At this moment, the human bandits came running down the hall, ready to draw their weapons. One hand signal from him stopped them, and he pointed to the unconscious form in front of him. "We caught one alive! Help me carry!"

 

[Tanuki]

Tania heard the hiss of the gas behind her, and she quickly held her breath. The orc was still coming, his axe swinging toward her, its wicked blade about to end her life. She gasped as at the last second, the axe stopped, inches from her neck. Almost immediately, she felt the effects of the gas, as her vision blurred. She pulled her dagger from its sheeth, turning toward the orc, but he seemed to be spinning around her. No! she thought, as she felt the dagger slip from her fingers, and then she felt powerful arms pick her up, as her head lolled back and she succumbed to the gas. She thought she heard voices and shouting, and then a blackness overcame her.

 

[Knightmare27]

It was a most curious group that made its way back to the guardroom: Modok was followed by the four bandits, who had taken to carrying the body over their shoulders almost like the pall bearers at a funeral. Not that anyone was in a funerary mood, though: All the way back, the humans and the orc exchanged jokes and good-natured jabs about the "evening's entertainment".

Meanwhile, the evening's entertainment herself was still fast asleep, the poison proving the worth of its (considerable) price. Even as her carriers deposited her on the rough wooden table with a thud, only her eyelids fluttered for a moment before closing again. Despite the rough, unflattering clothing, she was even more beautiful than he had expected: Her delicate features (delicate even for a human, who were all nearly doll-like to an orc) looked so peaceful he almost regretted that she would soon open her eyes and find all the peace gone from her, replaced by panic and shame. As she lay on her back, the tunic clung to her chest, revealing two inviting bumps he was tempted to unpack right then and there. Everything in its time, though. He dismissed the humans and carried her down the stairs to a holding cell by himself. One throw, and she was in the pitch-black room, lying on her back. Before he closed the door, he carefully took all her possessions away from her, including her leather clothing. She was now alone in the dark, wearing only a silk underdress. What a shock it would be in a few hours...

 

[Tanuki]

Tania awoke with a start, sitting up and immediately bringing a hand to her head as the blood rushed back with a flash of brilliant light. She remembered the orc, and the gas . . . but where was she now? The light subsided quickly, replaced by complete darkness, though as she squinted, she realized she could just make out the close stone walls of a small windowless room. The air felt cool on her skin, and then she gasped in shock as she realized she no longer wore her black leather garments, only the tight-fitting silk shift that she wore as an undergarment. The tightness on her chest confirmed she still wore the wrap that hid her breasts, but the rest of her clothes, even her sandals were gone!

She heard a scratching sound, and spun in terror where she sat on the floor, but she could see little in the darkness. She quickly stood, her arms wrapped around herself in fear of the unknown blackness. Then she saw a tiny mouse waddling across the floor, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

As rational thought returned, Tania realized the orc must have captured and imprisoned her. She felt a shiver, thinking about the wanted poster she had seen. Would he rape her, or worse? Could there be anything worse? She pushed the thought from her mind; she had to keep her wits about her. She and her father had been caught more than once before. Each time they'd escaped by convincing their captors that their treasure hunting services were more valuable than their heads. She'd yet to meet a treasure owner who didn't covet someone else's treasure, and each time they'd been let free in exchange for stealing some other well-guarded treasure.

Tania trembled slightly, remembering how one time they'd been captured by a group of goblins - clever trapmakers, the goblins. They'd let her father go, but kept her as a hostage until he'd returned with the golden figurine they'd requested. Tania's arms wrapped tightly around her chest as she thought of the goblins. They hadn't so much as touched a hair on her head, they'd only talked about what they were going to do to her, yet she'd been terrified to the core. It had taken her a full year before she'd been brave enough to venture out with her father again.

Tania shook her head. She needed to focus on the present, and she mentally prepared the pitch she'd give to the orc when he returned. She had no doubt he would have some use for a skilled treasure hunter.

 

[Knightmare27]

It was an eventful day; they always were when word had just gotten around that fresh treasure - and a bounty on a dangerous outlaw - were up to be taken by the fearless. The orcs left most of the fighting to the humans and concentrated on resetting the traps under the direction of a goblin master trapper. Scraping the fearless off boulders, pulling them from the spikes or sweeping up their ashes was hard, dirty work, but it also meant success. Rarely did they have to directly confront groups of armed fools clanking down the hallways loaded with more weapons than Count Sollok's whole army. Most touched tripwires, stepped on plates or touched the wrong vase. Other orcs had nothing but contempt and ridicule for Modok's style of fighting, calling him "Modok the Goblin" behind his back - the only place they dared speak ill of him. He was not weak or cowardly, but he was more cunning than your average orc, and they did not realize he was using their savage reputation to his advantage: Adventurers stumbled into a dungeon guarded by an orc expecting hordes of dumb primitives coming at them with axes. They did not expect to all be dumped in a lake full of Eunuch Eel (so called because they made eunuchs - Modok loved them) by a carefully balanced tilting floor, or to be delivered into a dungeon cell by a stairway with breakaway steps. They expected brutality, and got deviousness. Nowadays, it only really worked with young or foreign adventurers - he was too infamous - but, on the other hand, employers liked how his fearsome reputation kept at least the rabble of adventurers away, leaving only a few who dared.

In any case, it had been a long day, and it was with some impatience that he made his way down to the holding cell where his captive was (hopefully) still waiting for her fate. He had taken off his armour, keeping on only his long linen undershirt and leather trousers. In his right, he had an ingenious little device he had taken from a human dungeon. It was a thief-catcher: A long pole with an iron hoop mounted on it. The tip of the hoop was formed by two strong steel springs. He just had to push it against a captive's neck, and it would slip around her, the two springs pointing inward towards her throat and discouraging any struggle. Spikes pointing towards the inside of the hoop added to the menacing looks of the instrument. They would not hurt her - if she stayed absolutely still. Even an adventurer dumb enough to enter a dungeon guarded by him could understand that.

He opened the door and readied the thief-catcher, looking for the woman. There she was! She looked more pensive than worried, and did not seem to notice him at first. The mere sight of her in nothing but a little silk caused him to nearly lose his voice in excitement, even though he could still just see her dimly. Instead of speaking, he simply prodded her lightly with the tip of the device - not strong enough to lock it around her yet, just enough to get her attention.

 

[Tanuki]

Tania heard a door open, but she couldn't see it, so when the cold metal touched her neck, she jumped and cried out in surprise. Then in the dim light, she could just barely make out a tall, broad shouldered figure. Her stomach dropped in fear; it was the orc, and he was holding out some sort of pole toward her, tipped with a metal ring with frightening looking spikes on it.

"Keep that thing away from me, orc!" she blurted, her fear constricting her throat and making her voice sound strange. Surely he didn't mean to strangle her with that device? Without thinking, Tania found herself backing away from the orc, yet shortly her thinly covered back came up against the cold, damp stone wall of the cell. She had planned to play it cool, but in light of the spiked ring he seemed intent on using on her, she thought she should speak, while she still could. "Uhh, Mr. Orc, you--you should not kill me . . . I'm a skilled treasure hunter . . . surely you have some treasure you would like me to steal for you? You know . . . in return for, uh . . . letting me go?" Without realizing it, her hands had come together before her chest in a gesture of pleading. She found the orc both intimidating and mysterious, and since he hadn't spoke, she wondered if he even understood her.

 

[Knightmare27]

This was easy! He backed her against the wall, and the hoop snapped shut around her neck, trapping her. Now she had to follow each movement of the pole very closely - or get immediate punishment from the spikes.

"What? Steal for me?" - he laughed loudly - "We have all the treasure we could want, thank you very much. What we are lacking, though, are women. You see, we do not get to see that many in our profession, and we need them" - aside from those two half-elves, he added mentally - "as much as any man. Funny, isn't it? You expected to loot us, and now you have become loot yourself. Oh, don't worry, we take good care of our sex slaves. You are rare and valuable, and we will take care not to break you - if you do not prove too much trouble. Troublemakers will be broken."

He had said that last sentence with a steely tone and underscored it with a quick jab of the springs towards her neck, almost hitting her. Then, he slowly led her out of the door by the pole, the spikes ensuring her cooperation. After a short walk, they reached a room which had been a large storage cellar when the castle above had still been in use. All manner of furniture, old tools and other junk littered the ground, but the area in the middle was relatively free of clutter, except for a large, coarse wooden table. Here, they stopped and he continued speaking:

"This makes for a nice love nest, don't you think? This is where you will serve my troops and me. Here is where your life as a slave begins. As your first task, I want you to take off your clothes, kneel in front of me and place your hands together behind your back. If you do all this, no harm will come to you. If you do not, harm will come to you."

Maybe she was still drowsy from the sleep poison, but maybe she had been disheartened by the failure of her little pathetic scheme. Either way, he could clearly see fear in her dark eyes. True, visceral fear. Clearly, he was her worst nightmare, or something closely resembling it. Her hands were in that pleading gesture again, but pleading would do her no good. He and his orcs and men had waited for some female companionship for too long to just let go of it. She was a sex slave now, whether she liked it or not.

 

[Tanuki]

Tania yelped in surprise when the steel hoop snapped around her neck, and when she reached up to pull on it, the hoop's spikes dug into the tender skin around her neck, and she cried out in pain. The devious device meant she could barely move without injuring herself!

"What? Steal for me?" - the orc was laughing, his deep voice rumbly and masculine. "We have all the treasure we could want, thank you very much. What we are lacking, though, are women. You see, we do not get to see that many in our profession, and we need them as much as any man. Funny, isn't it? You expected to loot us, and now you have become loot yourself. Oh, don't worry, we take good care of our sex slaves. You are rare and valuable, and we will take care not to break you - if you do not prove too much trouble. Troublemakers will be broken."

Tania's head was spinning. What? Sex slaves? Was he trying to frighten her? It was working! She was too dumbfounded to speak as he began to move, and quickly she realized she had to match his every step perfectly to avoid being jabbed by the spikes. By the time they reached their destination, some sort of cluttered storage room, her neck was raw from tiny jabs of the spikes.

"This makes for a nice love nest, don't you think? This is where you will serve my troops and me. Here is where your life as a slave begins. As your first task, I want you to take off your clothes, kneel in front of me and place your hands together behind your back. If you do all this, no harm will come to you. If you do not, harm will come to you."

Tania gasped in shock as she comprehended his command. Serve him, and his troops? He couldn't mean that? Her hands left the pole and came up together in another gesture of pleading. "Please, Mr. Orc, you . . . you cannot mean such a thing? I . . . I am a treasure hunter, not a slave! I know nothing of . . . serving men! Please, I beg you, let me seek out . . ." she made a broad sweeping gesture, "the most valuable treasure in the land, I will get it for you!"

In response, he simply repeated his command, this time with a jab of the pole that caused her to cry out in pain, her hands flying to her neck and her eyes tearing up. She held her hands up, "Please, no! Yes, I . . . will do it . . . just please . . . don't do that again!"

With the guidance of the pole, she got to her knees before the orc. In that position, she felt tiny and weak before the towering figure, his muscular thighs at her eye level. She was unable to look at him as she reached up and began to undo her chest wrap. Her breasts sprang out, barely contained by the silk shift. Usually she removed her chest wrap with great relief, but in this case, she felt a terrible shame. She looked up pleading to the orc, "please, don't make me?" she begged, her hand on her shift. He responded with a jab of the pole, and she cried out, "I'm sorry! I'll do it!"

Tania untied the strings that held her shift together, and pulled it from her body. She knelt there, trembling, her hands covering her breasts, her knees clenched tightly together, she unable to look the orc in the eye. With great reluctance and shame, she moved her hands around behind to back. Now he had full view of her naked form, and she shuddered to think of him looking at her.

 

[Knightmare27]

He had to gasp in amazement as the chest wrappings came off, revealing the true size of what they had been hiding. So large and shapely, he wished nothing more than to immediately hold and squeeze them... but first, he had to take care she did not escape. He tightened a piece of rough rope around her wrists, which she was obediently holding together, too fearful to move. Her chest wrappings found new use as a blindfold; with her secured in this way, he squeezed the two springs apart, allowing him to remove the thief-catcher from her neck. Small trickles of blood showed where she had not moved quickly enough - he would have to take care of that later so it would not get infected. As he freed her from the instrument, he could hear her breathe a sigh of relief, but she remained apprehensive and almost looked frozen in place.

He went to one of the shelves, lit a lamp and placed it on the table so he could have a good look at her. "Stand!", he ordered, and took a step back. Her skin was very tan, her arms and legs strong and well-formed. Between her legs, short curly hair hinted at delights to come. A well-muscled stomach and then - he could not resist her any longer. His hands almost automatically reached out for her chest and began to caress her breasts, which felt silky and firm in his large hands. He could not see her eyes anymore, but her entire body showed fear. As if she wanted to cower instead of standing, but did not dare to move. Her small, delicate mouth was pressed shut, and her lips were quivering. And were those tears trickling out from under the blindfold? Maybe...

He started walking around her and spoke again: "As I told you, the life of a sex slave can be as bad or as good as you make it. Serve us well, and you will eat, sleep and remain unhurt. Do not, and you will be starving, in pain and begging for sleep. I am a craftsman, and I take good care of good tools. My troops will be rough with you, I fear, but they know just as well what we have in you. Be good, and you may last a whole year. Two maybe. Girls wear out quickly here, but we know some brothels which still pay quite a decent price for spent slaves, so your livelihood is secure."

He laughed, took her by the shoulder and led her to an iron ring mounted to the wall slightly above her head. With a quick movement, he forced her hands up and fastened them there, forcing her to stand in quite an uncomfortable half-bowing position, her now-open hair dangling down and her pert buttocks pointing up in a most inviting manner. Later...

He needed three things now: Some healing ointment for her neck, some coals - and the slave collar. It had been on the necks of several other girls before, most of whom had been sold because they were spent. It would now grace the neck of its most worthy bearer yet. Meanwhile, the girl could learn to bow. It would serve her well as a slave.

When he returned with his supplies, he first got to work on her neck. As the green, strong-smelling ointment touched her wounds, he heard a hiss of pain. It was orcish ointment, and was probably not too kind to human skin, especially skin as soft and tender as this. The bandits took it without wincing, but these were quite a different type of human. Hard to believe almost that these thugs were the same species as this delicate flower here. After the ointment came a thick layer of bandages - both for her wounds, and to keep the slave collar from chafing. It fit snugly around the padding, and he locked it tight with a bolt. She was now officially nothing more than a toy. Property.

Now for the last act of the ceremony. He poured some coals into a heavy iron bucket and held a torch to them until they started burning. He lacked a proper branding iron, so he stuck a poker in the coals instead. It would take some time to heat up, and he spent it making sure his new slave knew what he was about to do to her: "I own you now, and I tend to mark my belongings. There are thieves around here" - he chuckled - "so I will have to hurt you. Just a little bit - with that brand on your skin, you are my property. Everyone I loan you out to will know to take good care of you. They know what I do to people who break my things. Be brave - the hot iron hurts a lot, I will not lie to you, but it is over soon."

Finally, the iron had the right cherry-red colour, so he removed it from the bucket and slowly approached her. He wanted her to sense what was about to happen, and to taste her fear.

 

[Tanuki]

Tania tensed as the orc moved toward her, bending down beside her to fasten a length of rough rope around her wrists. When he was done, she discretely tested the knot as she'd been trained, but the orc knew how to use a rope, she had no hope of slipping this knot. Tania felt truly helpless now, naked on her knees, her wrists bound behind her. Yet when the orc brought her chest wrap to her face, to blindfold her, she found the true meaning of powerlessness. Without her sight, she found a powerful new sense of her own helplessness, the orc so near to her, free to do anything he wished to her. Every inch of her body tensed, wondering if and where he might touch her. Instead, she felt the springs around her neck spread and removed, and she breathed a sigh of relief as she was rid of the dreaded contraption.

Through her blindfold, she saw some light, he must have lit a lamp. "Stand!", came the command suddenly, and Tania obeyed quickly, his tone intimidating her. She found herself relieved to be off her knees. Her relief was short lived, however, for moments later she felt his large, rough hands take possession of her breasts. She gasped, trembling as he explored her heaving lobes. Blinded, her sensitivity seemed heightened, for his touches sent shockwaves through her body. Then just as quickly his hands were gone, leaving her flesh with a tingly feeling, like she might have felt after a thunderstorm.

"As I told you, the life of a sex slave can be as bad or as good as you make it. Serve us well, and you will eat, sleep and remain unhurt. Do not, and you will be starving, in pain and begging for sleep. I am a craftsman, and I take good care of good tools. My troops will be rough with you, I fear, but they know just as well what we have in you. Be good, and you may last a whole year. Two maybe. Girls wear out quickly here, but we know some brothels which still pay quite a decent price for spent slaves, so your livelihood is secure."

His words seemed almost incomprehensible to her, but he spoke with such conviction that she believed he intended to do what he said. Then he suddenly laughed, and she felt herself being guided, her bound wrists lifted behind her, and suspended on something. The position left her bent at the waist, her hair and breasts dangling below her, while she was up on her toes with her ass feeling terribly exposed. Tania had never felt so shamed and vulnerable, and she squirmed helplessly, but her wrists were hopelessly confined in the coarse rope.

The orc seemed to leave and return with something that offended her heightened sense of smell. She tensed when she felt a hand on her shoulder, and winced in pain when he touched her neck, rubbing some cool ointment on her damaged neck. Yet the pain quickly subsided, almost magical, this orc medicine, she thought. Then he bandaged her neck, and placed something hard around her neck, with a metallic click. A collar? she wondered. He had collared her like a common slave?? Then Tania cocked her head in fear when she heard something burning.

"I own you now, and I tend to mark my belongings. There are thieves around here" - he chuckled - "so I will have to hurt you. Just a little bit - with that brand on your skin, you are my property. Everyone I loan you out to will know to take good care of you. They know what I do to people who break my things. Be brave - the hot iron hurts a lot, I will not lie to you, but it is over soon."

It took a moment before Tania connected his words with the sounds coming from the room. He meant to brand her! She'd heard some slavers did that to slaves, but never in ages did she think it could happen to her! Tania had been waiting for an opening, some mistake by the orc, but he was so careful, so . . . in control, she feared she might never get that opening. It was spiraling out of control, she needed to get away from this orc, anywhere but here!

"Please, wait, Sir," she pleaded, politely. "Please reconsider . . . I'm an Ambrian woman . . . you must have heard . . . the females of my people make the best pleasure slaves! You could fetch a high price for me with a slave trader, 100 times that of a common girl. And," she lied, "I'm a virgin, which makes me worth double! If you . . . brand me, or . . or," she choked the words, "if you bespoil me, I won't be worth much to them . . ." She paused, her breathing heavy with apprehension, as she tried to stare into the darkness to gauge his reaction.

 

[Knightmare27]

Modok rolled his eyes. "Humans! Why do you always think that we orcs are greedy? I told you I have all the treasure I want. All the treasure, that is, except for an Ambrian pleasure slave... but I am going to get myself one."; he laughed again and brought the iron very close to her face, close enough so she could feel the heat. "So you are a virgin? Great! I will see if you told the truth later. First, I have to make sure you are my virgin."

He brought the iron against the side of her right buttock, and a sizzling sound followed by a scream filled the room. She tried to move out of the way as far as possible, but the ropes prevented her from going very far. A smell of roasted flesh filled his nostrils as he went back to the bucket to heat his iron again. While he waited for it to warm up, he returned to his captive and touched her cheeks with the backs of his hands, comforting her. "You have to get used to pain here, girl. And you will. It is all very new to you, I know. You probably never knew work, let alone pain. You will get used to it...". His hands moved down the sides of her body, to her buttocks. With his right hand, he examined the fresh burn. It still felt a little hot to the touch, and glowed in an angry red. What a shame that he had to mark her skin like that, but there was no quicker way to help her understand that she was property now.

The iron was ready for another round. Without saying more, he approached her again and placed a second burn near the first one. Another sizzle and another scream, almost louder than before. Once more, the iron went back into the bucket, and he continued speaking: "If you wondered why I did not ask for your name...it is because you have none. I am not in the habit of naming my tools, like some warriors do. Your name will be 'slave', and you will come when you are called by it. You will obey all orders immediately without asking or hesitating, and you will only speak when spoken to. Obey these simple rules, and this branding will be the last time I hurt you."

The third burn brought another scream. Just one more mark before she was finally done with it. "This is no ordinary slave collar, by the way", he remarked as he ran his fingers along its edge, "there is some magic in it, and I can use it to send a painful and paralyzing shock through it whenever I want. I am not going to show you now, but you better trust me. I will never use it as punishment, but if you should try to escape, or attack me, you will be on the ground, gasping for air."

One last touch of the iron, and his brand shone fresh and red on her dark skin. Now that she knew there was no chance of escape, and the ordeal with the hot iron was finally over, he could remove the rope around her hands; they showed purple discolouration, and her wrists clearly showed where the rough hemp had bit into them. "When I enter the room, you will kneel before me and await your orders. Orders can only come from me, but if I lend you to someone else, you will obey him until he returns you. If I hear any complaints about disobedience, the whipping will be terrible. I will present you to my troops tonight, and I want you to show yourself in an appetizing way. You know, to heighten the anticipation. As the leader, your virginity belongs to me, and I will take it at the end of dinner. Then, I will offer you to my best warriors in turn. They have earned it. Now come with me, to the dining hall. I am sure you will be the talk of the evening."

 

[Tanuki]

Tania's tenuous sliver of hope was dashed by the laughing orc.

"Humans! Why do you always think that we orcs are greedy? I told you I have all the treasure I want. All the treasure, that is, except for an Ambrian pleasure slave... but I am going to get myself one."; he laughed again and brought the iron very close to her face, close enough so she could feel the heat. "So you are a virgin? Great! I will see if you told the truth later. First, I have to make sure you are my virgin."

Tania felt the heat near her face, and knew for certain that he wasn't bluffing. Moments later, she felt the most intense pain she could have ever imagined as the brand was pressed into her bare ass. Tania screamed as every muscle in her body tensed to try to absorb the searing pain. She smelled burning flesh, her own, and she whimpered, tears dampening the blindfold.

The orc's gentle touch to her face made her jump. "You have to get used to pain here, girl. And you will. It is all very new to you, I know. You probably never knew work, let alone pain. You will get used to it..." She moaned in misery as she felt his hands moving down her sides to examine her ass. Moments later, the unimaginable happened, he touched her again with the brand, near the same spot. Tania convulsed, her scream dying into a pitiful whimper. Why on earth could he have felt the need to brand her twice?

"If you wondered why I did not ask for your name...it is because you have none. I am not in the habit of naming my tools, like some warriors do. Your name will be 'slave', and you will come when you are called by it. You will obey all orders immediately without asking or hesitating, and you will only speak when spoken to. Obey these simple rules, and this branding will be the last time I hurt you."

The tears came hard and fast, and Tania's chest was heaving with her uncontrollable crying. "Please, I will obey, please, no more . . ." she whimpered. In response, the fire touched her ass again, and the screams sounded distant to her ears, as she nearly lost consciousness. It was as if the fires buried deep in the earth had reached up and touched her. The pain from the brands only barely subsided when the brand was removed, and it was all she could do to continue rational thought.

"This is no ordinary slave collar, by the way", he remarked as he ran his fingers along its edge, "there is some magic in it, and I can use it to send a painful and paralyzing shock through it whenever I want. I am not going to show you now, but you better trust me. I will never use it as punishment, but if you should try to escape, or attack me, you will be on the ground, gasping for air."

Tania shook her head vigorously. She would not try to escape, not try in any way to displease the orc; he casually wielded the most mind-numbing pain with such complete disdain, she didn't dare cross him!

The next touch of the brand came as a surprise, for never could she have imagined enduring four brandings. When it was done, Tania hung limply by her bound wrists, babbling promises of obedience. She would do anything he asked, anything to avoid the pain!

Tania was only vaguely aware as he removed the bindings from her wrists, and then he was speaking in his commanding tone, which left no alternative to complete obedience.

"When I enter the room, you will kneel before me and await your orders. Orders can only come from me, but if I lend you to someone else, you will obey him until he returns you. If I hear any complaints about disobedience, the whipping will be terrible. I will present you to my troops tonight, and I want you to show yourself in an appetizing way. You know, to heighten the anticipation. As the leader, your virginity belongs to me, and I will take it at the end of dinner. Then, I will offer you to my best warriors in turn. They have earned it. Now come with me, to the dining hall. I am sure you will be the talk of the evening."

She nodded helplessly, "y-yes, sir," she murmured, her free hands clutching her chest, too fearful to examine the burns on her ass. She barely heard his words but she was flush with an eagerness to please, her will to resist purged from her mind by the searing heat of the brands.

 

[Knightmare27]

She trotted after him timidly, the whole way to the dining hall lined with mercenaries eager to get a first look at the girl without all that armour. What they saw excited them: Even shaking with fear and pitiful, this girl still turned heads. Her hair hung down both sides of her bowed head, her arms were trying in vain to shield her breasts from view, and pressed them ever closer to her chest. Cheering, taunting and admiring whistling erupted all along the hallway as she passed. It was almost deafening even to Modok. He felt how frightened she was getting behind him, still blindfolded and only guided by the roaring noise all around her. Yet she continued, her naked brown legs trembling. She did not dare to stop. When she got closer on the way, he could hear her only protest - soft, low sobs, as tears streamed out from under the cloth around her eyes.

"Hey! Some quality ass! Finally!" "I want a go at her!" "Me too!" "Me too!" "Hey, shut up, you little shit. Who saved you from that elf today?!" "Do her good!" "Yeah, show her that nothing beats an orc in bed!" (the young, cocky orc who had shouted that immediately paid for it when the human bandit behind him boxed his ear, causing a small brawl between the two). In this hurricane of voices, the mercenary leader had to use all his authority and nearly shouted to calm down the masses.

"My loyal troops! The long wait for satisfaction is over! No more cheap, overripe whores! I bring you the freshest in women! Real Ambrian pleasure slave! Tonight, we will feast like kings, and fuck like kings. Look at her all you want, but I warn you - anyone who touches her before I say so will have to satisfy themselves with their feet in the future. First, we eat. Then, I will let you have a go - one by one, and I will tell you who can go first. We will see how many she can take. Don't worry if you do not get your turn today - she will be with us longer. Isn't that right?"

With a laugh that was shared by the assembled mercenaries, he led her to a low table in the corner and ordered her to stand on it. As she mounted the table, guided by him, he hissed to her: "Down with those arms! I want you to show yourself. Be considerate! Not everyone here will get to do you today, and I want everyone to at least get a good look! Let them have one! That's an order!" From here, most of the bandits had a good view - and those who did not were already craning their necks. With a smirk, he noticed at least two of his men taking advantage of this by helping themselves to better pay at the lechers' expense. Served them right...

With the dessert on display, he called for the evening's feast to be brought to the large, U-shaped table. They normally did not eat that well, but it had been a successful day - a good first day at their new assignment, a good fight, and excellent loot. That was more than enough excuse for a feast, and the delicious smell of the roast boar his half-elven cooks had prepared was almost enough to make his troops forget the treat who was still standing on that table in the corner, waiting anxiously for the end of the meal, when she would be the next course, so to speak.

Eventually, everyone had eaten their fill (and drunk more than their fill). The attention turned towards the corner again, and Modok took this opportunity to stand up and walk towards the new slave as dozens of curious eyes followed him. With a gesture of mock courtesy, he took her by the hand and announced: "Now is the time for our new pleasure slave to lose her virginity! Make room on the table!"

The mercenaries quickly and eagerly removed the plates and knives from the short table in the middle, creating a "bed" to which he led the slave. He put a chair near the table and took her leg to help her climb onto it. "You feel that table in front of you? Lie down, make yourself comfortable and get ready - you will be promoted from slave girl to slave woman now."

 

[Tanuki]

Still blindfolded, Tania could only see the orc's vague form in front of her as she followed him awkwardly down the hall. She knew they entered the dining hall from the caucophony of male voices, which escalated once she entered the room. Tania was mortified when she realized they were talking about her, and she cowered, covering herself with her arms and keeping close to the orc, in fear the crowd of whistling, laughing men might pull her into their midst. She'd heard catcalls and suggestive comments from men ever since she'd reached adulthood, and usually treated them with a smile and dismissive looks. But here, naked and collared, on parade deep in the dungeon of some cruel orc overlord, she felt every comment as a slap to her face, making her blush in shame. She tried to tune out the voices, but deprived of her sight, her mind unwittingly clung to every sound, every sensation. Her shoulders shook as she sobbed in shame and fear, feeling tiny, vulnerable, and feminine.

After hearing the orc's speech to his men, Tania whimpered in misery. He was going to let his men use her, all of them! She would die! "Please no," she whimpered to the orc, but she knew she had no influence on him. If he spared her any indignity, it would be entirely on his whim. Then he helped her up onto a small table, and ordered her to lower her arms. After her experience with the branding, Tania couldn't even think of disobeying the cruel orc, so she quickly lowered her arms to her sides. Her knees nearly buckled at the eruption of cheers of appreciation, as her flesh was displayed for so many pairs of eyes. Tania couldn't see the men, only blurry forms surrounding her, but she could feel their eyes roving over her body, and she felt their taunts as jabs to her very soul.

"Look at those melons!", "Yeah, I'm gonna fuck them when it's my turn!", "Ambrian pleasure slave, she's probably wet for us already!" came the shouts. Tania's knees trembled, her thighs clenched tight, and her fists balled up helplessly at her sides. The brand on her ass still burned intensely, reminding her of her fate if she displeased the orc. She'd never felt so intimidated and vulnerable.
Thankfully, the men shortly began to wander off as she smelled the sweet odor of roast pig. Left standing alone on the table, she tried to think of escape, but her mind was too shocked and fearful to even contemplate resistence. Nor could she think about her fate, it was just too horrible to imagine. Instead, Tania just stood, trembling, her mind numb and blank as she listened to the roar of the men eating, drinking and enjoying themselves.

Inevitably, the meal ended, and attention returned to her. "Now is the time for our new pleasure slave to lose her virginity! Make room on the table!" announced the orc. Tania almost felt relief that she was no longer a virgin, one of her father's so-called friends had seen to that. The orc was helping her up onto a chair, and when he ordered her to lie down and get ready, she whimpered but obeyed, laying down on her back, her knees bent and closed tightly, and her hands covering her breasts. She could almost feel the heat of the nearness of so many lustful men, and she found herself trembling and shaking as she awaited her fate.

 

[Knightmare27]

She was still trying to keep the last of her dignity, to cover as much of her naked body as possible... trembling, shaking, noticeably paler than before, she lay there, obedient but incredibly reluctant. He could see every single muscle in her body tense up as she fought to remain unviolated as long as possible. Her abdominal muscles danced up and down with her deep, panicked breaths. Sweat glistened on her forehead and mixed with the tears which were still flowing out from under the blindfold, streaming down her cheeks. A whistle and a quick turn of the head was enough to break her resistance: Four orcs immediately understood and came to his aid, each grabbing one of her limbs and pulling them away. Her breasts were now laid bare, and everyone gathered around to have a good look. More comments and whistles followed, but except for the ones holding her, none of the mercenaries dared to touch the slave; they knew to wait their turn.

Now, no knees were hiding that small black-furred triangle anymore. It was bare, waiting for him. He could see her legs twitch as if they wanted to fight against their holders, to protect this last fortress. Without further hesitation, he dropped his pants, revealing a long, stiff penis which was throbbing with anticipation at the next step: He laid down on her, gave her a rough kiss on the lips and thrust into her with a mighty push, heedless of the pain he had to be causing as his much too large member forced its way through her. Fear and excitement had dried her up, but this just caused him to penetrate her even harder. The men around him cheered as he got ready for another thrust, as violent as the first.

One brutal stab followed the other, his grunting getting louder with each one. She could not help but get a little wetter as he kept pounding relentlessly, and he even felt her tense up inside. Eventually, he could not hear the shouting of the mercenaries anymore as he concentrated only on the rush of pleasure that went through his body, and on the agonized moans of the slave beneath him. With every assault, his lower body slid across hers, cold and clammy with sweat, and so tense it felt rock hard. His hands grabbed her shoulders and dug into them hard as he approached the point where he could no longer hold back. With a triumphant scream, he shot his semen into her, his eyes wide in ecstasy, hers closed shut in shame and suffering.

Spent and satisfied, he kept lying on top of her for a moment. His mouth came to rest on her left breast, and he took it into his mouth, licked a little of her sweat and started to move her nipple around with his tongue. His penis, now softer but still throbbing with lust, felt warm and wet, and he could feel her violated insides shake and quiver around it.

He wanted to stay on top of her much longer, to explore every facet of that marvelous young body, but he knew that his men were impatient, and he was a good leader. He pulled out and, his dripping penis on display like a battle trophy, pointed at the first one to follow him: Grakh, the only orc in his troop to tower even over him. Poor girl! Not only was that one famously well-endowed, he was also as brutal with women as he was in battle. The hulking brute grinned broadly and stepped closer to the table, the other four bandits still holding the helpless victim down. As Modok pulled up his trousers, Grakh got ready to receive his reward.

 

[Tanuki]

Tania cried out in terror as she felt powerful hands grab each of her limbs and spread her wide, her pitiful struggles unable to budge their strong grips. Through her blindfold, she saw the surrounding dark figures move closer, and then she blushed from head to toe as they vocalized their appreciation for her fully exposed flesh. She felt a twinge of heat down in her belly as her body began to prepare itself for the inevitable use of so many men, and she shook her head in denial. The tall, large figure she knew to be the orc suddenly moved closer as well, and then climbed on top of her, and Tania began to cry, knowing she was shortly to be violated. Yet nothing could have prepared her for his kiss on her lips, followed shortly by a powerful thrust into her widespread womanhood. She screamed in shock as much as pain, for he was large, so much larger and deeper than she'd experienced before. His painful thrusts accompanied by orcish grunts made her thrash about in agony, while the cheering of the crowd ripped away any shred of dignity she had left. Her body reacted to defend itself the only way it knew how, to moisten and ease his passage inside her. Tania cried in misery, for the greatest shame would be to find some pleasure in her own violation.

The orc grabbed her shoulders, and she could feel his body tensing. "Oh god, please no!" she whimpered, realizing that he was approaching a climax. Then moments later, she felt an explosion of male seed inside her, she unable to stop her insides from squeezing him as he delivered the ultimate shame. Depleted, he lay on top of her, his orc scent permeating her senses, a masculine and surprisingly not unpleasant smell. Then she tensed as she felt his lips come to her sensitive nipple. She gasped as his tongue swirled around her tender nub, causing her insides to clench him as the pleasure reached her center.

Tania moaned as he pulled out of her, and she strained to see what was going on through her blindfold. The orc would know then that she'd lied about being a virgin, but it seemed the least of her concerns. He seemed to be pointing toward another, even taller figure, who came and stood before her. She could almost make out his dangling member, and it looked enormous. The grip on her limbs tightened as she began to panic and struggle. "Please . . . no more!" she cried, tears flowing past her blindfold. "You will break me! Please, Sir orc . . . please spare me . . ." Her insides burned from the orc's violation, and she doubted she could survive another assault.

 

[Knightmare27]

The girl - now reduced to a whimpering, quivering mass - was certainly not lying. Sweaty, clammy and pale, her face wet and swollen from tears, she did look like she was about to die; if not from the violation, then from fright. When he had been on top of her, his lips had felt her heart hammer against her chest, and the prospect of an even more brutal second round obviously terrified her. He had forgotten how delicate human women were, and he wanted this one to last much longer than just one night. How often did beautiful thieves stumble right into a sleeping poison trap, after all? He had to act now if she was to survive the evening.

He turned to the crowd and announced: "I am very sorry, men, but these Ambrian pleasure slaves are so delicate... we will have to lock her away after Grakh has had his go. Otherwise, she will be dead, and no one can enjoy her anymore!" The mercenaries made disapproving noises, some of them shouting insults towards the panting, squirming slave: "Weakling!", "Can not take even a single true man, what?" "I heard you moan, you lying slut! You enjoyed it!" "One orc and that's it?"
Modok was glad that their anger was focused on her. He knew that they were as disappointed as he was, and only the need to keep order kept him from hurling some choice insults of his own at her. How could such a fit, athletic woman give out so quickly?

Still, he could not deny Grakh his turn after he had already dropped his trousers...and revealed the infamous reason most whores demanded a hefty extra fee from him. With an animalistic scream, he dropped on top of the helpless woman, causing her to gasp. Compared to this new attacker, Modok hat been soft and gentle: The brute wasted no time in violating her with thrusts so mighty it looked almost as if he was wrestling with her, his hands not only grabbing her shoulders, but actually clawing at them deeply enough to draw a little blood. The four orcs holding down the girl had to struggle to keep her steady as the screams of the warrior and the captive - his of joy, hers of pain and sheer panic - mixed into a thunderous roar which got ever louder until a deafening climax. He pulled out and, to uproarious laughter from everyone around him, slapped her in the face with his half-erect penis, shouting: "Wimp! Don't squeal like a pig, you skinny weakling!"

The four orcs who had served to hold her steady now picked her up and carried her down to the holding cell without too much care, her half-conscious body dangling down between them. Modok followed them, his brow furrowed as he worried about his slave's health. She needed rest, training and punishment. In that order. The carriers dumped the naked woman in the cell, and Modok retrieved her clothing, throwing it on top of her.

"I am very disappointed in you. You failed to put yourself on display, like I had ordered. No... standing there like a captured thief in front of the judge, all trembling and frightened, does not count. You do know what makes men excited, and you failed to do any of it. You disobeyed me! Then you give up after just two men have had a chance to enjoy you! You are weak and disobedient... and I will teach you, and punish you. Look forward to it, but get some rest first. The training will be cruel, and I do not want you to be even weaker... if that is possible at all. Now sleep, you rat!"

He spat at her and left the cell, fuming. She would regret her weakness when he would be back. Since they would probably stay in this place for quite some time (Rasparuk wanted the crystal guarded for at least half a year, according to the contract), and most of the traps were already set up, he decided to employ the goblin, and maybe one or two human assistants, in building some...other devices. As cunning as traps, but engineered with the doom of only a certain slave in mind.

 

[Tanuki]

"I am very sorry, men, but these Ambrian pleasure slaves are so delicate... we will have to lock her away after Grakh has had his go. Otherwise, she will be dead, and no one can enjoy her anymore!" The mercenaries made disapproving noises, some of them shouting insults towards the panting, squirming slave: "Weakling!", "Can not take even a single true man, what?" "I heard you moan, you lying slut! You enjoyed it!" "One orc and that's
it?"

Tania felt an overwhelming relief, and yet, oddly, she felt great shame as she listened to the troops insulting her. She had never liked being criticized, and especially didn't like to be called weak. Yet she was too terrified to try to be strong. Tania had just realized that Modok was going to allow one more of his men to use her, when she felt a huge, sweaty orc drop on top of her. Almost immediately, he penetrated her, and she screamed as his oversized organ spreading her insides far beyond what she thought possible. Despite the lubrication from Modok's seed inside her, Tania panted and struggled wildly as the massive orc painfully pounded at her flesh. The orc was screaming like an animal, terrifying Tania and making her beg for help from those around her. He rammed his shaft so deep as he reached climax that Tania nearly passed out from the pain, and finally he finished with a giant roar, then she felt a wet slap to her face as he taunted her. The cheering of the men was almost unbearable, and she just wanted to curl up into a ball and die.

Barely conscious, Tania felt herself hoisted up and carried down several halls, then she was unceremoniously dumped on a hard floor, she grunting in pain. She came out of her stupor a bit when someone threw her clothing on top of her, which she clutched to her chest, too exhausted to even put them on. It was Modok standing there, she realized, and he was displeased with her.

"I am very disappointed in you. You failed to put yourself on display, like I had ordered. No... standing there like a captured thief in front of the judge, all trembling and frightened, does not count. You do know what makes men excited, and you failed to do any of it. You disobeyed me! Then you give up after just two men have had a chance to enjoy you! You are weak and disobedient... and I will teach you, and punish you. Look forward to it, but get some rest first. The training will be cruel, and I do not want you to be even weaker... if that is possible at all. Now sleep, you rat!"

For some reason she couldn't fathom, his disgust and disappointment pained her, making her ashamed at her own weakness. As she drifted off into a deep sleep, she vowed to try to be stronger the next day.

 

[Knightmare27]

Despite the disappointment, it was a good evening overall. The mercenary leader stayed up long thinking of ways to both give her pain and to pleasure himself at her expense. One device was so simple he had it built the next morning: Two beams were nailed together in the middle so they formed an X. Ropes ran through holes in the ends of the arms, forming loops to hold her hands and feet. They could be tightened using sticks thrust through them at the back of the device, allowing him to control the grip they had on her. If she disappointed him too much, maybe the ropes biting into her wrists and ankles would convince her to do better the next time. This way, not only would she be open and forced to show everything - it was also completely up to him whether she merely hung there, or whether she suffered.

Still, Modok was angry that he had to allow her sleep, and even bring her food. After the night before, she should have been starved for a week and made to beg for sleep... but that would make her even weaker, and he could not risk that. Accordingly, he was back at her cell with a bowl of scraps the attack dogs had refused, and a jug of water. The "food" stank terribly - it was mostly intestines and some other, much more mysterious organs, with the usual orcish grain mush mixed in - but it would sustain her. If she refused it today, she would not after a few days without food...

He entered her cell to find her sleeping deeply with the clothes still lying on top of her as he had thrown them down the previous evening. The slave had even been too exhausted to put them on, and too spent to be bothered by the hard stone floor she was forced to sleep on. Under that heap of silk, he could see her, still blindfolded, her face relaxed and delicate and showing none of the horror of the night before. When she shifted her legs, he could still see a faint glistening in the hair there. It had to be hiding a massive swelling, but she deserved no sympathy for that. Her back was a little red and clearly showed where she had rubbed against the rough wood of the table. The upper part of it was hidden under her long, dark hair, now noticeably messier than when he had captured her. She would need a bath later, and she would get one - as soon as he had figured out how to give her one in the most humiliating manner possible.

The first thing he did was to attach a leather leash to the collar. Then he set down the foul-smelling meal and the water next to her. In case the smell had not woken her up, he gave her a kick in the ribs strong enough to be quite painful. "Wake up, you useless thing!", he belted, "Get to your knees and ask forgiveness for how poorly you did yesterday! Then I want you to get on all fours and follow me to our love nest. You are a dog, and you will be treated like one! If you are a good dog, I might give you some treats. If you act like you are some kind of human - no treats, and I will make yesterday seem like a relaxing boat trip to you. I do not fuck dogs, but you better believe I fuck humans. Especially lying humans. Do you think I am too dumb to notice that you lied about being a virgin? Lying, disobedience, cowardice... if you were one of my men, I would have given you a nice little death by torture. You are lucky I am softer to animals."

 

[Tanuki]

Tania awoke to a sharp pain in her side, the orc towering above her and yelling.

"Wake up, you useless thing!", he belted, "Get to your knees and ask forgiveness for how poorly you did yesterday! Then I want you to get on all fours and follow me to our love nest. You are a dog, and you will be treated like* one! If you are a good dog, I might give you some treats. If you act like you are some kind of human - no treats, and I will make yesterday seem like a relaxing boat trip to you. I do not fuck dogs, but you better believe I fuck humans. Especially lying humans. Do you think I am too dumb to notice that you lied about being a virgin? Lying, disobedience, cowardice... if you were one of my men, I would have given you a nice little death by torture. You are lucky I am softer to women."

Tania was so terrified she forgot how sore and abused she felt and quickly got to her knees. Like all Ambrian girls, upon turning 16, she'd attended classes on how to be a proper pleasure slave. The classes had involved little but lectures and training on how to kneel and speak to Masters, and the girls had giggled a lot, but Tania tried to draw on that training now. Her life depended on it.

"Please forgive me, Master!" she pleaded, kneeling with her legs together and tucked under her. She leaned forward and placed both hands on the floor, then placed her forehead on her hands. "I disappointed you yesterday, Master, and I will strive to do better today!"

When the orc didn't respond, by voice or by hitting her, she sat up, and then got on all fours. Her legs were terribly sore, and the burning coming from her tender womanhood was alarming, she wanted to touch herself to see if she were bleeding, but was too frightened to find out. She kept her head down, her disheveled hair flowing around and down, and she blushed at the sight of her bare breasts dangling down suspended below her. She wished she could take the blindfold off, it was damp and sticky from tears and sweat, but didn't dare ask the orc for permission.

It was then she smelled something foul, like rotten meat, and she almost gagged. Surely that wasn't for her to eat? She knew she needed her strength, and any food she could get down would go a long way . . . but she silently prayed he wouldn't make her eat whatever was producing that putrid scent.

 

[Knightmare27]

The groveling was barely adequate for his taste, but he let it slide; another thing she would have to be properly trained on. But why was the dog not eating? Holding the leash in his left hand, he pushed her head towards the "food", hopefully making it clear that, yes, this was what she was supposed to eat. As he watched her slowly get closer to the putrid meat, her whole face screwed up in disgust and her head trying to keep as far away from it as possible, he suddenly had an evil idea. After removing her blindfold, he grinned maliciously, dropped his trousers and stood over her feed bowl. When he was sure she had noticed what he was about to do, he casually started moving his hand up and down on his penis, then aimed it at the bowl.

"Eat your dog food quickly, my bitch", he said, turning to his captive, "if you do not want something extra from me in there...". This was fun! He decided to deliberately hold back so that she would have some time to overcome her revulsion. Of course, in the half-rotten meat, his juices could hardly add to the disgusting mess, but he counted on her not wanting to go through the humiliation of eating orc semen. Her butt sticking up in the position she had been forced to take proved very stimulating, and he had to be careful not to come to a climax too quickly. She was to have a fair chance. With that mass of hair hanging over the bowl, she really did look a bit like a dog, so she would have to get used to eating dog food.

Eventually, the direct view of her perfect, round behind made it impossible for him not to finish the job. His pumping grew harder and more excited, his breath came in waves, and that familiar hot, fluid feeling shot into his member, then out of it into his slave's bowl. A long, white jet which partly hit the bowl, partly got stuck in her hair. He pulled up his trousers and grabbed the leash again, holding it fairly short and watching if she would eat the mess, or decide to starve.

While he waited for her to make the decision, he explained some of his plans for the day (they had to seem like threats rather than plans to her...): "You have a lot to learn today, slave. First, you will apologize to all the men you disappointed yesterday. They have all had to keep it in because you slacked off, and so I have generously allowed them to relieve themselves of all that pressure...on you. You should be able to do at least this much for them, right? Then I will clean you, and we can begin with the real training. You will learn to obey, you will learn not to lie and many other things that a human can do, but a dog can not. If you do not want to remain a dog, you should better learn. If you do not... you are obviously a rat, and rats live in the sewer..."

He laughed after that last threat. It was only half-serious, but there actually was a sewer one level below, and if she misbehaved very badly, she could spend a night or two down there.