Orcification
Chapter One
The sun was scorching. There was no wind. The humidity was awful. It was a terrible day for a hike in all regards, but you know what the orcs say. Where there’s a whip, there’s a way.
“Come on, you elf sluts! Keep moving!” The orc in a black hood said, cracking the whip for emphasis.
One of the girls squealed as the leather band struck her back. All 40 of us picked up the pace and began moving faster in two columns side by side. Most of us were at the wedding feast when the greenskins attacked. What was left our fancy dresses was little more than rags.
I myself was desperately trying to make sure my tits and ass remained covered by the green silk tatters. The shoes I was wearing three nights ago were somewhere back in the other direction. My wrists were bound to a rope that connected to a longer rope that ran between my legs and the legs of every other female prisoner. If I wasn’t careful, the rope would rub up against my pussy lips. I have a sunburn along my pointy ears and I’m pretty sure everyone else does too.
“Don’t worry, you pretty little elf harlots. You’re almost to your new home. Then we’ll show you what a REAL party looks like, KEK!!” The orc slave driver said.
The other 99 orcs laughed. Some of us elves whimpered. It was a polite way of saying we’re going to be sex slaves for the rest of our lives. There was no escape, not yet anyway. Over 100 orcs guarded the front, rear, and sides of the prisoner column.
“Where there’s a whip, there’s a way!” The orc slavedriver sang merrily.
“Ow!” A female sea elf said as the whip struck her blue butt cheeks.
“Ungh how many times are they going to sing that song?” I said quietly.
“They’re fishing for a reaction, stay calm,” Princess Riona said just as quietly.
I looked at her. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She was supposed to be sailing the sea with her prince husband by now. She was gorgeous beyond any standard with her long legs, perfect breasts, and golden blonde hair. I nodded.
Maybe the men will come for us. They couldn’t have all been killed back at the wedding. That would presume that know where we are of course. If they knew that, the raid probably wouldn’t have happened in the first place.
“Open the gates!!!” The orc slave driver said.
I looked up and saw the spiked wooden walls of an orc encampment. It was built in a small gap between two rocky hills. I doubt anything short of an eagle rider would find it for weeks. Shit, I guess this was really happening. Still my bare feet were aching, and my long pointy ears were blistering with sun burns. It was almost a relief to finally be at our destination despite what the orcs had in store for us.
The gates swung inwards and we ed through. They led us to a large tent in the centre of their secret base. Most girls moaned in relief when they go out of the sunlight. It was crowded in there and we still had a rope between our thighs, but we rested for 12 minutes. Then the biggest orc I’d ever seen entered the tent.
“Stand ready for my arrival, whores,” The big orc said.
Nervously, we all stood up to face the man who was presumably the warchief. He was 6′6″ and had broad shoulders. He had defined muscular abs on his stomach, which made him an oddity. Most of his soldiers weren’t exactly fat but had big strongman bellies. He had just enough grey in his beard to be experienced without looking incapable. He wore leather pants with no shirt.
“From now on, you work for me. I own you. You do what you’re told, and I’ll be good to you, got it?” The Warchief said.
Everyone nodded. We didn’t really believe him, but there was no point offering him open defiance. We had a duty to escape, if possible, but until the orcs let their guard down, we were very much at their mercy.
“Now, which one of you pretty little maidens is Princess Riona?” The Warchief said.
No one said anything for 10 seconds. The Warchief started pacing up and down examining each of us. I did not look at Riona even though she was right beside me. Riona knew things. He could be after all kinds of national secrets of the Singing Forest. If she was identified, she could be questioned until she broke and told him everything he wanted to know. I stood up.
“I’m Riona,” I said, facing the warchief.
The Warchief turned and looked at me. He didn’t look like he was buying what I was selling. With red hair and two tattoos, I probably did not match the description he had for his person of interest.
“I’m Riona,” another elf with Raven hair said, standing up.
“No, I’m Riona!” a female elf blonde with hair and big tits said.
“I’m Riona!” the sea elf said, which was insulting his intelligence frankly.
A dozen more girls ed in while the real Riona kept her card face on. The Warchief looked back and forth taking stalk of all the women claiming to be Riona. Then his gaze fell back on me, the first to speak out. Gulp.
“Kek kek, alright shut the fuck up all of you. YOU! You are Riona until I say otherwise,” The Warchief said, pointing at me.
The orc with the leather mask and whip came over with a big mean knife and cut the rope binding my hands. I followed him to the Warchief, knowing I was in for a world of hurt tonight.
“Mmm yes, my pretty little princess Riona. Who’s more handsome, me or your new husband?” The Warchief said.
“No comment,” I said, grey-rocking him.
“Wise choice. It matters not. He was not strong enough to protect you, and now you are my slave. Say ‘Yes, Master’ for me, Riona,” The Warchief said.
After a long pause I said, “Yes, Master.”
“These others are yours to supervise. They will do the dishes, wash the clothing, clean the tents, serve the ale, and fuck the troops. My boys will pay 50 gold every time they wants to fuck one of them. You will collect the gold and bring it to me daily. You are the Harem Queen. Do you understand, Riona?” The Warchief said.
Well, I thought about that one for a minute. He decided to touch my tits while I did so. It was not what I expected. It was degrading sexual humiliation of course, but at least I wasn’t personally tortured just yet. If you have to take it up the ass, I’d rather it be this handsome orc than the ugly pigfaced brutes outside. Maybe Riona regrets not speaking up now.
“Do we get to keep any of our own earnings?” I said.
“Yes and no. The funds will be set aside for Harem business. You and you alone may approach me with ideas if your pretty little head has any,” He said, lightly squeezing my nipples.
“Yes, Master, I understand,” I said.
His hands moved to my ass, and I felt him grope my cheeks. I continued to grey-rock while making no move to stop it. Earn his trust and escape was the plan. Play the pathetic weakling. Pretend to be Riona for as long as I can get away with it. I whimpered like I was a delicate flower that grew up in a castle eating cake. Riona wasn’t really like that, but this dumb peon didn’t know any better.
“Now Riona, I expect you to run a good clean brothel for me. Is there anything your girls need to perform their duties?” The Warchief said.
“Food and water,” I said, looking him in the eye.
“Oh yes of course, where are my manners? WHO’S THIRSTY, SLUTS?” The Warchief said.
My elvish friends all whimpered in desperation. Of course they were thirsty. They just marched barefoot for three days through the mountains in the middle of summer. We were lucky nobody died frankly. The sea elf ambassador didn’t look so good. Pity, I’m pretty sure she was only invited to the wedding to be polite.
They cut our rope bindings and made us go to another tent to be served food. There were three orcs running the kitchen plus the damn slave driver was there. I was served first of course because I’m Princess Riona. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. I tried to not even think of my actual name.
We traded our ropes around our hands for leather collars around our necks. A big metal ring was at the center of our throats. The one orc gave us plates and mugs, the second orc gave us bread and bacon, and the last orc filled our mugs with green slime.
“What is this?” I said, eyeing the green slime.
“It’s grog,” The orc in a white chef hat said.
“We just want water,” I said.
“Well excuse me, princess,” the chef said.
“At least give the sea elf some water,” I said.
“She can have two servings of grog. Now fuck off, slut,” he said, giving her a lurid leer.
I blinked and wondered if I had enough clout to challenge that. I decided probably not on day one. I looked at my mug of grog. It was gooey like maple syrup and smelled vaguely alcoholic. It was disgusting, but I was thirsty enough to drink my own piss.
I stood outside the tent watching “my” girls go through the meal hall one by one. It felt like something a good leader would do. Jenessa bowed to me carrying two mugs of grog and plate of food. The real Riona met my gaze as she came out with her meal. An understanding ed between us without words. She was very grateful I was doing this and I wanted the tallest Treefort in the Singing Forest with a view of the ocean if we ever got home.
We went back the brothel tent and started eating. We sat our butts down of fur rugs and ate in silence. The bread sucked. The bacon was alright. I’d rather not think about whether it was boar bacon, dire wolf bacon, or wyvern bacon, but it was alright.
“They don’t really expect us to fuck anyone with 50 gold, do they?” One girl said.
“Yes, they do. They could just put our heads in stocks and let the greenskins go to town,” I said.
“Well, is there a limit on how many customers we serve per night?” Riona said.
“I didn’t ask,” I said, taking a bite of bread.
Riona looked at me like maybe I should go find the Warchief and ask. I looked at her like she was just a stupid peasant that needs to shut right the fuck up. She grimaced and acknowledged the unspoken point.
“What are we going to do, Riona?” Riona said, bowing her head in submission.
“I’m going to drink my grog and hopefully be too drunk to this night,” I said.
I took one tepid sip of grog. Riona and the other slaves watched me do it. I don’t think anybody really liked the look of that foul slimy brew. Also, most of us starve ourselves to be hot babes and this felt a little too much like drinking syrup from the bottle. I took one tepid sip of grog.
It was delicious!
“Mmmmm,” I said, swallowing the green slime.
“How is it?” Riona said.
“Who cares? We’re all thirsty, aren’t we?” the sea elf ambassador said through cracked lips.
Me and the blue politician drank another pull of grog. It was slimy and hard to swallow. Some of it was sticking to the roof of my mouth. Then we looked at each other and took another bigger load of grog.
“Oh fuck yeah! Mmmmm” I said.
“Soooo good!” She said, taking a pull from her second mug.
“What’s your name again?” I said.
“Pearl, Janessa Pearl,” The sea elf said with an odd dramatic pause.
“Ooooo pretty name, I love it!” I said, smiling.
“Thank you, Riona,” Janessa said giggling.
We both started laughing and clinked our mugs and drank more grog.
“Ah fuck, it’s drugged, isn’t it?” an elf with nine tattoos said.
“Give me your grog if you don’t want it,” I said, feeling my eyes glaze over.
“Damn it, this is bullshit,” The ink elf said, tilting her head back.
I watched her drink her grog closely. Like me, she moaned in pleasure as soon as the green slime hit her tongue. She shuddered as she swallowed it. She lost her composure and I saw up her skirt as she arched her back. She has a tenth tattoo on her pussy along with a ring above her clit. Her nipples were straining against the ruined tatters of her once beautiful purple dress.
Once we were done eating, we sat around talking for a bit. Then the Warchief stormed in a huff. Uh oh, are we in trouble? I felt someone elbow my ribs and I stood up to talk to him.
“Riona, what’s the hold up?” The Warchief said.
“What hold up, buddy?” I said, feeling a little bit drunk.
He slapped me across the face.
“I mean uh…what is your bidding, Master?” I said, rubbing the right side of my face.
“You can leave the dishes until tomorrow morning this once. I want these whores working in the next 30 minutes. You come visit my tent once they’re good to go, cunt.” The Warchief said.
“Sir, yes, Sir,” I said, grinning drunkenly.
He turned to leave. I suddenly ed an important question.
“WAIT! Do we like have a quota or anything?” I said.
“Not really. Make money bitch. Lights out at 2AM. Do you understand, Riona?” The Warchief said.
He approached me, getting right up in my face. It occurred to me that I better not piss him off any more than I already have if I wanted to avoid that whole being tortured about questions I don’t know the answer too thing. The big green hands caressed my throat not quite choking me yet.
“Yes, Master, I understand. Get the girls to work, come see you, and go to bed at 2AM,” I said.
“And?” The warchief said, as his fingers pulled on the metal ring of my collar.
“And… bring you the gold in the morning?” I said, guessing.
“Good girl, Riona,” The warchief said.
I don’t know why, but my pussy singed when he called me that. I mean, he’s pretty hot for an orc anyway. Pretending to be Riona is starting to sound like a really fun idea. I could feel my pussy moistening at the thought of sharing a bed with that big muscle bound bad boy. I turned to face the other elf girls.
“Okay, where was I…hiccup! So take those plates back to the kitchen, we’ll wash them tomorrow. Then go fuck some orcs I guess. 50 gold a cock is all were worth apparently. I’ll cum get the gold after pleasuring my…Warchief. Any hiccup questions?” I said.
“We get it. It’s not your fault, Riona. We hear and obey,” The real Riona said.
“Have fun with the warchief, you lucky bitch,” Jenessa said.
I went outside with the elf girls in tow. The orc men who killed all our husbands and kidnapped us were standing outside our leather whore tent all drinking their own mugs of grog. I watched the girls put the dishes away and then stand around until big strong green men approached them. I saw the real Riona take an orc by the hand and lead him into our tent. Another orc picked Jenessa up and threw her over his shoulder and hauled her off into his own tent. Oh, I wonder what he does for living.
Once it looked like everyone had a “client” to serve, I realised I felt oddly left out of all the sexy fun time I was catches glimpses. I was so horny I was ready to ride a nice hard cock until the sun comes up. I also realised nobody told me where the Warchief’s tent was and I had five minutes to figure it out. I stumbled around until I found a tent that looked pretty big. I peeked inside and saw a female elf going down on a female orc. Oopsie.
“You’re late,” The Warchief said, when I found him.
“I’m sorry, Warchief. I forgot to ask where you live,” I said.
“Warchief? I ain’t your warchief, slave,” He said.
“Sorry, Master,” I said, wincing.
“Get your ass over here, dumb bimbo,” The Warchief said.
He pointed at his lap. I gulped and laid down across his lap. He pulled my ripped up dress bottoms down my knees and exposed my bare butt cheeks. Then he spanked me really fucking hard ten times. He was as strong as he looked. To my own surprise, it kind of made me even hornier if such a thing was possible.
“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” The Warchief said.
“I’m sorry, Master. Thank you, Master,” I said, feeling the pain in my tushy.
I felt his hand caress my glowing red cheeks. Oh shit, that feels good. That grog is definitely drugged I thought. I would never be this soaking wet and ready to fuck an orc any other way. That said, knowing you’ve been given aphrodisiacs does not make the desire just go away.
“Do you even want to be Harem Queen, or should I find another?” The Warchief said.
“No! I want it! I mean, yes, Master. I will do better, I promise!” I said.
“Are you a good slave?” The Warchief said.
I gasped as his fingers found my pussy. He rubbed slow circles around my clit. I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my stomach, desperate to be freed from his pants. Suddenly, I couldn’t think about anything except getting that cock inside me.
“Yes, Master, I’m a good slave,” I said.
“Prove it with your deeds from now on,” The Warchief said, giving my ass one last playful smack.
“Ohhhhh yes, Sir!” I said.
He put me down on my knees and my head between his own. I looked up at me waiting for orders. After an awkward silence, I realized it was pretty obvious what we both wanted. I undid his belt and his cock almost bonked me on the nose.
“Oh shit balls that’s a big cock!’ I said.
“Kek, not really pretty common around here,” The Warchief said.
Well, twelve-inch monsters weren’t common where I was from. I put one hand on it to hold it up straight so I could really appreciate the monumental task I was undertaking. Fuck, maybe getting tortured was easier than finding a place to put all that cock. It wasn’t going to fit, no way. Not in a million years. I can’t wait to try though.
I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock. It was salty but he bathed recently, thank the gods. I managed to get the cock halfway into my mouth before gagging and coming back up for air. I took a deep breath and tried again getting about 75% of the Warchief’s cock into my whore mouth.
Wait, I’m not a whore. I’m a prisoner. A slave. I’m only doing these things because I have to not because I actually I want to.
“Come on Riona, you can do it. I believe in you,” The Warchief said, grinning.
I grinned as much as one can while doing a blowjob. I took one last breath through my nostrils and went for it, feeling his tip go past my tonsils and his hair tickle my nose. I noted his pubes were shaved into a nice little upside-down triangle. Ooo, I love a man of refined culture.
“Good girl. Very good girl!” The Warchief said.
“Mphh Glrp Mmmm!” I said, working his shaft with my throat.
I tried to come up for air once the Warchief was moaning in bliss. Instead I found his hand on the back of my head. His sheer strength made it impossible for to do anything except practise nasal breathing techniques. I reached down and started rubbing my pussy.
“MPPPHHHHH!” I said, as my vision faded to black.
“In my lap, now Riona!” The Warchief snarled.
When the cock popped out of my mouth I was gasping for air. I stood up and almost fell forward as the grog rushed to my head. Then I looked down at the cock coated in my spit and saliva. It was gorgeous. A work of art. I need to know what it feels like.
It almost seemed strange to mount him cowgirl. Shouldn’t a Master be on top, pinning a slave to the furs with his sheer weight? Maybe next time. I should consider it a small mercy to get to take the lead. I straddled his hip and impaled myself on his thick cock. I was almost surprised how quickly it all went into my womb. Maybe I’m not so innocent after all.
“You like that, don’t you slut?” The Warchief said.
“Yes, Master!” I said, begin to grind him properly.
“You’ve never had a cock this big up that tight elven pussy, have you?” The Warchief said, grabbing my butt cheeks with both hands.
“No, Master,” I said, beginning to bounce in his lap.
“How does it feel to be really and truly stretched for the first time, cock sleeve?” The Warchief said.
“Fan fucking tastic, Master! Use me, Master. Use my tight hole!” I said, orgasming.
“Oh yeah, whore!” The Warchief said.
“What’s your fucking name, slut?!” The Warchief said, hooking a finger around the ring of my collar.
I almost blurted it out without hesitation. I only at the last second ed that I had a lie to maintain and that I actually was at war with manly hunk. I focused my thoughts as the last of my squirting pussy juice filled his belly button.
“My name is Riona, Master!” I said, twitching as climax subsided.
“I fucking own you whore!” The Warchief said, yanking on my collar hard.
I realized he was cumming. I could kind of feel him shooting his load into my womb. I could definitely hear it anyway, as my pussy slurped and gurped and cum was forced out the sides as he just kept right on fucking me hard and fast. Here’s something a lot of people don’t know. Orcs can have several orgasms in one session.
He took me again. He took me on my back. He took me on my hands and knees. He took me while making me bend over and hold my ankles at one point. We both climaxed a lot. The nasty noises of cum swashing around inside my hole only got louder and more icky not that it slowed us down. I wondered if I was going to get pregnant and what would I do with the baby after I escape.
“Once more time, slave. With your boobs now. Yes, just like that good girl,” The Warchief said, thrusting his dick between my cleavage.
“Yes, Master. Shoot your cum all over my fucking tits!” I said.
I held my breasts together looking up at him like I was lowkey in love or something. His cock was gross with his own multiple loads now and it was getting all over my big bimbo tits. That’s all I am to him, just a fuckdoll to be used. Did I even want to escape?
“Oh fuck, it’s so much cum!” I said, as he started covering my collar with jizz.
“Good girl, Riona,” The Warchief said, as he collapsed in his own fur bed.
I stood up and looked at myself. I had white goo all over my chin, breasts, stomach, legs, and of course, inside my pussy dripping away with decency long forgotten. I tried to wipe down my collar and licked the cum off my fingers. Delicious.
There was a handle mirror on the floor that I picked up. I looked at my reflection and saw that my red hair was just as glazed as the rest of me. I also noticed that my lips and tongue were stained green with grog.
Mmm grog. Want more grog.
I looked down at my Warchief. He was sleeping or very close to it. I suppose I’m off duty now. It had to be pretty close to 2AM anyway. I went back to the whore tent where I belong, but first I checked in on the kitchen tent.
“Excuse me, is there any more grog?” I said.
The same chef who told me to fuck off looked at me and grinned. I smiled as sweetly as possible. He pulled the lid off his big cauldron and looked inside. Then he looked at me and indicated with his thumb and finger that there was a small amount left.
“I should save it,” The chef said.
“Please? Please, Sir, may I have some more,” I said, licking my lips.
“Well, alright, if you’re willing to work for it, kek,” The chef said.
He picked up a spoon and scraped the bottom of the cauldron. I winced as metal dragged across metal. Then he took out the spoon of grog and held it out in front of me. I opened my lips into an O shape expecting him to forcefully shove the spoon into my mouth and being weirdly okay with it.
“Bend over, elf,” He said.
“Yes, Sir,” I said, rotating.
I grabbed my ankles just like when the Warchief fucked me that one time. It occurred to me that my green dress was even more trashed that it was before. It didn’t really cover much of anything at this point. The chef pulled my white thong to the left and shoved the spoon up my cunt. The metal spoon was cold, but within 15 seconds of him spoon fucking me I felt the effects of the grog kicking in.
“Oh fuck…fuck me,” I said.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my new favorite addiction sent my arousal through the roof. Next thing I know my face is against a wooden cask barrel as I’m getting fucked by the grog brewer. He’s grabbing my tits and manhandling my nipples hard. Everything feels great. I could be squirting or pissing on his barrel. I’m not really sure anymore.
“Don’t tell the Warchief. This will just be our little secret, kek,” He said.
“Yes, Sir, whatever you want! Don’t stop,” I said, feeling a little naughty and high as fuck.
He told me to scram once he was done using my cunt and I didn’t argue with him. I walked the rest of the way to the home tent with my now green pussy lips chilling the night air. I take one last look around as I step into the whore tent.
“Oh fuck,” I said, taking in the scene of depravity.
All the girls were sleeping in much the same state as I was. Some of them farted or queefed while snoring and cum leaked out of whichever hole made the offending noise. They were all sleeping on the ground and I felt like they going to blame me for that, those bitches. The girl with all the tattoos had green stains on her cunt as well. Sneaky little slut.
Even worse, the gold was just sitting in one big pile in the middle of the tent right next to the central pole. Nearly 1,200 gold coins and no bag in sight. That’s definitely a me problem damn it. I curled up next to the gold and closed my eyes. I thought about fingering myself to sleep, but one little touch sent painful nope signals to my brain.
I woke at the first crack of dawn before the others. I found a fur rug that I thought could handle that much weight and carried it over to the Warcheif’s tent. I had to make several stops as gold coins fell off my improvised carrying mat.
“Good morning, Master, may I make a request, sir?” I said, carefully putting down the gold rug.
“What is it, my submissive little slut?” The Warchief said, rolling over.
“Can I…can we have coin purses and maybe some belts too?” I said, rubbing my biceps.
“Why?” He said.
“To put all our gold in, Master,” I said.
“Why?” He said.
“So I don’t have to carry a rug around, Master,” I said, sighing in exhaustion.
“Why?” He said, opening one eye and looking at me.
“To be a better slave for you, Master,” I said, forcing a smile.
“Good girl,” Master said, smirking.
“Ungh,” I said, shuddering with the joy of his approval.