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An Orc's Slave Ch. 01

By: simmaster



It had been raining for days now. Me and my friends had been travelling for weeks, and we should have reached our destination by now if Edmund hadn't lost the map.

My name is Thomas and I'm a merchant. I travel between cities with my companions, Edmund, Richard and Nils, selling wares and sharing the gold we earn. Not a very exciting job, and the journeys were often tiring, but it was well-paid work. We were mainly selling linen and other goods that were hard to get by these days, and it was all thanks to Richard. Somehow he had known that there would soon be a high demand for those wares, and we had all taken back the protests we threw at him when he spent all our money on them. 

But now we were lost in a forest. Edmund claimed that this forest was close to the city we were travelling to, but I still doubted him. We had been walking through mud, leaves and branches for two days and we were all soaking wet. Even worse, our food supply was running out. 

"We're on the right track, I know it!" Edmund assured us from the front of our little caravan. 

"We better be," Nils muttered. "If not we'll have to put down Maggie and eat her."

He patted the brown horse dragging our wares across the forest's uneven terrain. 

Night was falling. I knew we would have to set up a camp soon, but with the rain pouring down that wasn't a tempting thought. Last night we had found a large, hollow tree to hide inside, leaving poor Maggie out in the rain. 

"Look!" Edmund suddenly exclaimed. "Over there! Light!" 

I looked in the same direction as him and saw a warm, yellow light. Was it a cottage? Who would want to live out here?

We walked towards the light, and on a closer distance we saw that it was the entrance to a mine. A mountain wall stood before us, and the light was coming from the torch-lit tunnel. 

Two men were standing on either side of the tunnel, and the armor they wore made it clear that they were city guards. They could probably show us the way to the city.

"Excuse me," Edmund said to the guards. "Me and my friends are tired, cold and hungry, any chance we can take shelter in here?"

The guards looked at him through their helmets which covered their faces. Their heads then turned to Maggie and her cargo.

"You're merchants?" one of them asked. We all nodded in response.

The guard turned to the other one. "Boss might want to see them. What do you think?"

"I don't know..." the other guard mumbled. "We only have orders to bring in workers..."

"We can work if you let us stay for the night," Nils said. "I've chopped a lot of wood in my days, can't be too different from mining."

The guards exchanged glances, and then one said:

"Alright then. We'll take you to the boss and let her decide. Not sure she'll like it, but you never know. Come on."

We followed the guards into the mine, relieved to get out of the rain.

"What should we do with the horse?" Richard asked. "She can't come inside."

One of the guards told the other to see to it, and after a short protest he obeyed. 

We walked deeper into the mine. It was getting cold, but I could hear fire up ahead.

Soon we came into a large cave where a group of men dressed in rags and furs were sitting by two long tables, drinking and laughing. Food was cooking on campfires, the smoke emitting from them disappearing through holes in the cave's ceiling.

The guard clapped his hand two times to silence the others. 

"We got four new prisoners, boys. But these aren't of the ordinary type. They're bypassers. So if you please, help me bring 'em to boss before they try to run away," he said.

What? This couldn't be a real guard! They were probably bandits! And we had stepped right into their trap!

Before we could escape we had a dozen bandits around us, and we were forced to follow them to the end of the cave where we met their leader. And she wasn't quite what I had expected.

Sitting in a throne cut out from the rock wall behind it, a large orc woman was sitting. Why in the world would an orc be the leader of a group of humans? Orcs and humans had been enemies for centuries. Heck, they shouldn't even be in human territory. Still, this orc woman was quite a sight.

She was tall, certainly taller than me, and she had muscles big enough to make a bodybuilder envious. She didn't seem to have any excess skin at all. Her lips were thick and behind them were large, pointy teeth. Her wide mouth had a significant underbite. 

She was dressed in nothing but jewelry and a loincloth of animal skin, and thus her large breasts were exposed to the world. Both of the big nipples were pierced with golden rings, and in each pointy ear she had several rings as well. Finally, her head was completely shaved aside from a single long, dark braid at the top of her head.

This intimidating woman was looking at us with a critic's eyes, as if we were food and she was judging which one to eat first. But that was silly. Orcs didn't eat humans. At least that's what I had been told.

"Boss, we brought these merchants for you," the bandit dressed as a guard said. "Thought maybe you wanted some more workers. We've taken their goods, too."

The orc rose from her throne to take a closer look. Walking past us and frowning at each of my companions, she suddenly stopped in front of me. I felt so tiny before this woman. She was at least one head taller than me, and her shoulders were almost twice as wide as mine. Her breath smelled like mead.

She leaned closer and grabbed my chin, inspecting my face and apparently also the inside of my mouth. She was very strong, but that was to be expected from someone looking like her.

"This one is coming with me to my chambers," the orc woman announced with a dark, powerful voice. "Take the others to the mineshaft."

The bandits nodded and walked away, leading my friends in front of them.

The orc woman grabbed my wrist and pulled me with her in a different direction. We walked through a tunnel before emerging in a smaller cave. There were sacks, chests and barrels by the walls, a fireplace with a cooking pot, a desk and a bed with sheets made from animal furs. It was quite hot in here, and it smelled like burned wood and cooked meat.

The orc woman threw me into the room, and while I landed on the floor moaning in pain she closed the door that was attached to the rock of the tunnel opening, locking it with a key on the desk. Then she looked at me as I stood up. 

"Firm body... Nice lips... This could work..." she mumbled to herself. "My name is Bologal, human. You will be serving me for tonight, so make sure to remember it."

I was getting worried about what she was going to do to me, so I decided to try prolonging my fate by talking.

"How come a group of human bandits are obeying an orc?" I asked, trying not to sound nervous.

Bologal walked closer, her breasts jiggling slightly as she did. "They owe me their freedom, that's why."

"Freedom?" I repeated.

"Yes. This used to be a place where prisoners were sent to mine silver for your king. I came here a few years ago, and I gained the other prisoners' respect by crushing a few skulls. They admire strength, all of them. And I have lots of that."

To illustrate her point she flexed her arm muscles. I didn't doubt that she would be able to kill me without trying.

"I encouraged them to rise up against the guards keeping us prisoners, and we killed them all and took control of this mine. Now I'm in charge here. I get all the silver, and those who behave get a share as well."

"Hasn't anyone noticed what has happened here?" I asked, desperate to make this conversation last longer.

"No. This mine is far away from any settlements, and no roads lead here. The only time people come here, except for you and your friends, is when they bring more prisoners and deliver all silver we've dug up to the king. I make sure to have some men posing as guards to deal with them. Of course, they always say we haven't found any more silver, but we keep the prisoners. They get to mine, unaware that they are really working for me."

"I see," I said, pretending to be impressed since she seemed proud of her scheme. "So my companions are digging for silver now?"

Bologal nodded. 

"And... what about me?"

Bologal gave me a sinister smile. "I have a special task for you."

She slid off her loincloth, revealing a big, green and fully erect cock. I gasped at the sight and took a step back. 

It was a monster! Thick, long and veiny. On someone of Bologal's size it looked above average, but had that thing been attached to me it would have seemed huge.

"You... you have a penis?" I stuttered.

"Indeed," Bologal said, her smile growing wider. "And you are going to put it in your mouth."

My eyes widened a little more, unable to look away from the green rod. "What?! I will never do that!"

Bologal's smile was replaced with an irritated look and she placed her big hands on my shoulders, forcing me down on my knees. It hurt as I hit the solid rock. Though that didn't worry me as much as the penis swaying dangerously close to my face.

"Listen," Bologal said in a harsh tone. "Either you suck me off willingly, or I will rape your throat. Your choice. I'm fine with either."

She put her hands on her hips and pushed the underside of her thick cock against my face, my lips pressing against it.

"Do a good job and I set you free. Do it poorly or refuse and you'll spend the rest of your days mining," she continued.

I didn't seem to have a choice. There was no way I would dig through stone for the rest of my life, and a few minutes of shame was probably worth it to be free again. 

I hesitantly stuck out my tongue, letting it touch the underside of the cock resting on my face. Then I slid it upwards and wrapped my lips around the head. I waited for a moment, finding it hard to believe I was really doing this, and then tried to take more of her cock into my mouth. Slowly I moved my head forward, feeling her dick travel deeper into my mouth. I stopped before I was even halfway, unable to take anymore, and started to repeat this movement. This wasn't too bad. I had expected it to taste like filth or something, but it tasted more like sucking on an arm.

"Deeper!" Bologal ordered. 

I tried to grant her wish, but started to gag as her cockhead pressed against the back of my throat. I could feel Bologal put a hand on the back of my head, keeping me in place with a firm grip. 

"You better swallow it down to the base before I count to three, or else I'll do it for you!" Bologal warned me. "One!"

I tried to move further, but it just didn't work. This was as far as I went.

"Two!"

I tried to move my head back, feeling that this was too much for me, but her strong hand didn't let me move backwards at all.

"Three!" Bologal shouted and pushed my head forward with her hand while thrusting her hips into my mouth. 

My lips hit the base and I puked. My eyes got filled with tears. It felt like the tip of her dick was in my stomach. I knew that wasn't the case, but it felt that way.

My face was pressed into Bologal's rock hard abs. She removed her hand and returned it to her hip, waiting for me to get back to work now that she had given my throat some practice. 

I moved back until only the head was in my mouth, and then I closed my eyes and threw my head forward as hard as I could. My face hit her abs again, telling me I had managed to swallow her entire dick on my own. 

"That's a good boy," I heard Bologal say above me. "Now deepthroat me!"

I started bobbing my head along her cock, finding it easier to swallow it all the longer I kept going. Soon I was moving at a fast pace, earning moans from Bologal. That had to mean I was doing well. All that mattered right now was to please her enough to earn my freedom.

"Look at me," Bologal commanded. "I want to see your pretty face choking on my big dick!"

I did as I was asked and turned my eyes upwards, my gaze sliding across Bologal's hard muscles. Her face could only be partly seen in the cleavage between her large breasts, but I could see her smiling wickedly at my reddened, tear-filled eyes. 

I kept going for a long time, but Bologal wouldn't reach her climax. Of course, such a big cock could probably last a long time.

I used the time to try increasing her pleasure. Experimenting with tongue movements, adding a hand to her long shaft to jerk her off, fondling her big balls.

Eventually I could hear her moans grow louder. She grabbed my hair and thrusted her hips into my mouth, face-fucking me. 

"Get ready, human! You better swallow my entire load if you want your freedom!" she roared and thrusted one last time, groaning loudly and shooting hot cum down my throat.

I swallowed as much as I could, but it still filled my mouth to the point that it almost leaked out. Bologal finally pulled out her cock and I swallowed the cum left in my mouth. Just like her penis, it didn't taste like I imagined it. I thought it would be salty, but it was kind of sweet. It almost tasted good.

"Clean me," Bologal said and pointed at her softening penis that was covered in cum. 

I nodded and obediently licked her shaft. Bologal moaned loudly due to my actions on her now soft and sensitive dick, and I took advantage of that by taking the whole thing into my mouth again, sucking it clean while moving my head around to play with her limp penis.

When it was clean I released it from my mouth with a loud pop and waited for Bologal to say something.

"You're a talented cocksucker," she said with a grin. "If the first part wasn't so sloppy, I'd say you had done this before."

"So you will set me free?" I asked, full of hope.

Bologal's grin grew wider. "You really thought I would let you go? And tell everyone I'm here?"

"I won't say anything, I promise!" I exclaimed. 

Bologal chuckled. "Even if you don't, you are way too good at sucking dick to just throw away. No, I'm going to keep you as a sex slave. You'll pleasure me whenever I'm horny, and in exchange I will keep you fed."

This was bad. Sucking dick to escape a lifetime in a mine? Okay. Sucking dick for the rest of my life? Not okay at all. But what could I do? This woman had a group of bandits on her side, and she alone could certainly finish me off any time she felt like it.

Bologal walked over to a chest and opened it. 

"Let's see here... i know I saw one here somewhere..." she mumbled. "Aha!"

She held up an iron collar with a chain attached to it and put it around my neck, a click coming from the lock.

"Wouldn't want you to run away, now would we?"

"Please..." I said. "Let me go, I'll do anything. I'll trick people here for you! You could have many more miners, and probably sex slaves as well!"

Bologal laughed. "Getting desperate? I'll say it again, you're never leaving. But make sure to be a good slave and your life here won't be so bad."

She took the end of the chain, which had a lock on it, and attached it to a ring dug into the stone floor, locking it in place to make sure I would stay in the room. 

"I got some business to take care of, so make sure to get some food and rest, she said and opened the door. "Because when I get back, I'll be testing your ass."

She smiled deviously at me while closing the door behind her. She didn't even care about locking it again; I wasn't going anywhere.

Well, this was a nice mess. My wares were probably being sold by the bandits, unless they decided to keep them for themselves, my friends were imprisoned in a silver mine and I was the sex slave of a shemale orc who was soon going to ravage my behind.

I had to get out of here somehow. Maybe I would be forced to leave the others behind, but that still sounded more tempting than pleasuring a huge orc cock for the rest of my days.

An Orc's Slave Ch. 02



I was lying on the stone floor, looking at the cave's walls. The thought of spending the majority if not all of my life in this room frightened me. To never inhale fresh air again. To never see the sun again. 

I stood up and walked around in the room. Bologal would return soon and i wanted to explore the place I would most likely spend a lot of time in. 

I opened a barrel to find it filled with dried meat. I was quite hungry, and Bologal had said I could eat, so I took some of it and sat down. 

The meat tasted very salty and was hard to chew, but it was certainly better than nothing. I looked at the chain lying beside me like a sleeping snake. It was what was keeping me prisoner here. Well, that and a group of bandits and their terrifying leader. 

Soon after I had finished eating, said leader opened the door. Bologal walked inside, closing the door behind her and grinning down at me.

"I hope you're ready," she said.

I moved back a little, scared of what would come next. I knew it was no use trying to escape, but the idea of getting fucked in the ass by Bologal's monster cock terrified me. 

Bologal walked over to a chest and picked up a bottle, then she walked back to me and removed her loincloth, her huge cock springing free. 

"Hold out your hands," she ordered, and I obeyed.

She poured out some thick, brown liquid from the bottle and into my hands. The smell made me presume it was some kind of oil.

"Rub it in nicely," Bologal said. "Unless you want my dick in your ass as it is." 

I started jerking her off with my hands covered in oil, making sure to cover all of her cock. I tried to make the handjob last so that the rest of our session wouldn't be as long, but Bologal soon lifted me with her strong hands and placed me face down on the bed. 

I could feel her rip my pants off, tearing them apart with her bare hands. Then she did the same to my shirt.

Soon I was lying completely naked in the bed, turning my head back towards Bologal who was standing directly behind me at the end of the bed with her dick in her hand.

"Try not to struggle and it won't hurt as much," she said and gently pressed the head of her penis against my rectum. 

She slowly moved forward and I could soon feel it inside me. I whimpered a little, but tried to lie still. 

"Mmm, you're so tight..." Bologal moaned. 

After a while I felt Bologal's hips against my buttcheeks, meaning all of her dick was inside. It hurt, it was simply way too big.

Bologal moved backwards, giving me a moment of relief before she quickly thrusted it inside again. I screamed. 

Bologal started moving in and out at a steady pace. It still hurt, but not as much. And with every thrust, it hurt a little less.

In fact, was it not for the pain, this felt really good.

Bologal leaned over, placing her hands on my shoulders, and began to furiously fuck my ass. The cave was filled with the sound of Bologal's hips smacking against my buttcheeks, as well as her occassional moans.

After a while I heard myself moan as well. I didn't want to admit it, but I was enjoying this. The pleasure was much greater than the pain. 

Bologal groaned and leaned further down, wrapping her arms around my waist. Her big tits pressed against my back. The nipple rings dug into my skin, but I didn't care. The sensation of her warm, soft flesh against my back felt so good.

Some more time passed before Bologal abruptly pulled out, and I was surprised to realize I was disappointed. 

"I want to try something else," Bologal said.

She flipped me over on my back and put my legs on her shoulders. She was so tall and her shoulders were so far apart that this was like a stretching session. 

She then pushed her dick back in, and this time she didn't start off slowly. Almost immediately she was pounding my ass at a quick pace.

This new angle allowed me to fully look at Bologal's impressive body. Her ripped muscles, her sheer size, and her huge tits that where bouncing up and down with each thrust. My eyes remained fixed on these while Bologal kept fucking me. The dark green nipples, the gold rings in them, how the breasts despite their size weren't that saggy. I wanted to reach up and grab them, but I didn't dare to without Bologal's permission. And even if I tried, they were out of my reach. 

We kept going until Bologal's moans got louder and more frequent, indicating her climax was near. She leaned forward and pressed her body against mine, pushing me deeper into the bed. My head was mashed into her cleavage, covering either side of my head with her soft flesh. I found it hard to breathe, but this was heaven.

Bologal's moans were muffled by the flesh around me, but I still understood she was moments away from cumming. She picked up the pace, fucking faster and harder than before.

Then she fired her hot load into my ass with a final thrust. After that we were just lying there, and I felt really good in-between Bologal's breasts.

Then I heard the door open and remembered Bologal hadn't locked it. 

"Oh, gods!" a voice shouted somewhere, probably one of the bandits. 

Bologal stood up and turned around, angered by the interruption. I could now see the bandit who was staring at the floor with his eyes covered. 

"What?!" Bologal shouted.

"Uhh..." the bandit mumbled. "One of the prisoners down in the mine's refusing to work. We've tried threatening with not giving him food, beating him, everything. But he won't get back to work. We think some of the others are starting to get the same idea."

Bologal groaned. "Get out of here! I'll deal with this."

The bandit closed the door and Bologal got dressed, if you could call it that. Then she opened the lock that kept the end of my chain stuck to the ground.

"You're coming too, slave," she said. "I want you to get a better picture of how things work around here."

We walked through the tunnel until we got to the main hall from before. Then we entered another tunnel that led us to a small cave filled with weapons, armor, clothes and many other things. Including the wares that me and my companions brought here. I assumed this was some kind of storage room.

Bologal walked over to a set of armor and began putting it on. It was city guard armor like the one worn by the bandits at the entrance, but big enough for Bologal. It had been made larger through a pretty sloppy smithing job. Though I didn't doubt the prisoners would fall for it and think she was a real guard. Those armors were mass-produced, and getting a custom-made set was hard. Those who couldn't find the right size had to improvise.

"If any of the prisoners ask, you are serving a special punishment. In fact, just keep your mouth shut and don't talk to anyone. It's really important that those idiots don't know I'm an orc, or else they'll understand I don't really work for the king. Then things will get ugly, especially for you. Understand?"

I didn't understand how the prisoners knowing the truth would affect anything seeing hos they're still held captive by armed bandits and a huge orc, but I nodded.

"Good," Bologal said. "Then let's go."

After walking past the main hall again, making me feel ashamed among the bandits due to my lack of clothing for the second time, we eventually came to a gate guarded by a single bandit dressed in city guard armor. He recognized his leader and opened the gate, and then we stepped in.

Bologal looked very frightening wearing her armor. Surely she was quite intimidating without it as well, but this was a different kind. With all skin concealed and a helmet hiding her face she looked inhuman. 

Looking away from her, I instead saw the mine itself.

The prisoners were all dressed in rags, swinging pickaxes into the rock walls. Occasionally a shiny piece fell out and they put it in a bucket. They all looked very tired and miserable.

Soon we found the one prisoner that wasn't working. Instead his pickaxe was lying next to him, and when seeing Bologal his face got a stubborn, scornful look.

Bologal stopped in front of him and placed her hands on her hips, looking down at him through the helmet's visor.

"Why are you not working?" she asked loudly and menacingly.

"You can take away my freedom, but you ain't getting my free will!" the prisoner said and spat on the ground. "I've been slaving for you royal ass-lickers for long enough already. Either leave me be or kill me. Nothing in-between."

"Oh, but I think there is," Bologal said. 

She unsheathed a small dagger from her belt and used it to rip the prisoner's clothes. Despite his struggling he was soon standing naked before her. She kicked him to the ground and picked up the pickaxe. Then, right in front of everyone, she began raping him with it.

I understood that she couldn't use her real penis since everyone would then see from the green skin that she was an orc, but why even bother then? Why was she so fixated with rape?

I looked away from the scene before me and the only thing reminding me that it was still there was the screams of pain and panic from the prisoner. 

I looked around hoping to see Richard, Edmund or Nils, but all I saw were new faces looking at their fellow prisoner in horror.

After some time Bologal finally grew tired of punishing her victim and stood up, looking down at the prisoner who was lying on the ground with blood coming out of his behind.

"Now are you getting back to work?" Bologal asked.

"Y-yes..." the prisoner whimpered. He picked up his pickaxe and stood up on unsteady legs, getting back to mining.

Bologal turned her head upwards to look at all the prisoners.

"I don't know what kind of treatment you're all used to getting in prison, and I don't care. Down here I'm running the show, and whatever I say goes. You can't come running and cry about your rights, because you don't have rights anymore. You're animals. Not even that, you're just tools. Tools to make the king fatter. I hope you like the sound of that, because if not you'll have to deal with me."

The prisoners all started swinging harder, terrified of this woman. 

Bologal turned around and walked out of the mines, followed by me.

"That's an example of what happens when people displease me," Bologal said. "And if you do something worse than ignoring orders, you can also expect a much worse punishment."

I was silent for a while, and then summoned all my courage to ask a question.

"Where are my friends?"

"In a different part of the mines," Bologal answered. "A part with no other prisoners, so they can't gossip about this mine being run by bandits led by an orc."

"I see. But why are you so worried about that? What are they going to do if they know the truth?"

"If they find out, they will figure out that if they tell the king's men about this very illegal activity, that might be enough to pay off their bounty. What's keeping the prisoners here isn't just the guards, it's the knowledge that even if they escape, they are outlaws. Not having that last part will be enough for them to get stupid ideas and rebel. And that will lead to lots of work. Killing some of them, forcing some back into submission, fixing whatever damage they do, dispose of bodies, work, work, work. It's not a threat as much as an annoyance, but I don't like annoyances."

I nodded to show her that I understood. "What now?"

"Now you are going to bathe. I don't want a sex slave with dry cum in his ass."



An Orc's Slave Ch. 03



Bologal and I entered a small cave with a natural pond taking up most of the floor. The water was steaming, so something in the cave was keeping the water hot.

I looked at Bologal who had changed back to her loincloth. In her right hand she was holding the chain that kept me from running away. 

She looked back at me and unlocked the collar around my neck, letting it slam into the ground. 

"Wouldn't want that thing to rust," she said "It's not like you can escape right now anyway. Get going now."

I carefully stepped into the water, feeling how hot it was. I noticed that it immediately got deeper a little further out, creating a perfect sitting spot at the edge of the pond. I sank deeper into the water, enjoying the comfortable feeling.

Then I heard a small splash and turned around to see Bologal sitting completely naked in the water, leaning against the pond's edge. The water made her green muscles and her huge breasts shine in the light from the torches.

"Thought I might as well join you while we're here. I'm pretty dirty myself," she said, and then smiled menacingly. "In fact, why don't you come over here and clean me, slave."

I hesitantly moved closer, unwilling to disobey my mistress. I looked around for a soap or something to use, but saw nothing.

When I was standing close to Bologal she said: "This part in particular is in serious need of some very... thorough cleaning."

She held up her erect cock and gave me a wicked smile. "Get cleaning, slave."

I looked at her huge dick for a moment, not enjoying the thought of once again having it shoved down my throat, but obeyed and lowered my head.

The water was high, so despite the length of Bologal's massive cock it was underwater. I wondered how this would work, but didn't have time to think before my head dipped into the water.

As the water forced me to close my eyes I searched for my mistress's green cock. Eventually my lips touched the tip and I opened my mouth. Immediately water flowed inside and I quickly pulled my head back up to the surface. Rubbing the water out of my eyes, I opened them to see a displeased Bologal.

"How am I supposed to do this underwater?" I complained, trying not to sound rude to avoid angering the orc.

"So my slave needs a little help?" Bologal said with a sly smile while running her hand through my wet hair.

"Then help is what he's gonna GET!" she said and grabbed my head, forcing it below the surface again with incredible strength. I opened my mouth just in time to swallow her entire cock, and only a little water got through this time. 

Bologal moved her hand up and down to force me to quickly bob my head along her shaft. Her violent movements and the lack of oxygen made me panic as my face was slammed into the base of Bologal's cock over and over again. 

Just as I thought I was going to drown, Bologal pulled my head out of the water. I gasped for air and breathed heavily a few times before my head was once again forced underwater. 

This went on for some time. Her hand forcing me to suck her off, my lungs almost exploding, me getting a brief moment to breathe, repeat. It was like some twisted version of water torture.

Despite the sensation of drowning, the feeling of orc cock in my throat and the complete lack of control I tried to calm myself. I wasn't going to drown. I'm of no use to Bologal dead. Instead I might as well make my mistress feel as good as possible. 

My head was once again rammed into Bologal's crotch, and I attempted to use my tongue to increase her pleasure. It was hard due to my very limited control over what was happening, but I had a feeling I was at least making some difference. 

Bologal started thrusting her hips into my mouth, and I assumed this meant she was getting closer to her ograsm. 

As I mentally prepared myself for swallowing her load, I suddenly felt her pull me back up. And this time she didn't force me down again.

I saw that the reason for this was that one of the bandits were standing in the tunnel opening, turned away from his leader to avoid the sight.

"What is it that is so important you have to interrupt me at a time like this?!" Bologal shouted.

"Well..." the bandit mumbled. "Shakim's here. He wants to talk business."

Bologal groaned. "That slimy little human? I'm not expecting to see him today!"

"I know, but he says he's 'displeased with the terms of the current aggreement' or some fancy words like that. He wants to discuss that."

"He better not be getting greedier," Bologal growled and stood up, letting go of my head and thus causing me to drop into the water with a splash. "Keep him busy while I get ready."

The bandit nodded and went back through the tunnel.

Bologal got up from the pond and muttered while I got up as well.

"Great, just great! I can't just be interrupted like this! That's not how my body works!" she complained and pulled me up to my feet with one hand. "You are going to finish what we started while I deal with that sleazy human."

"What?" I asked. "You mean at the same time? How will that -"

Bologal ignored my protests and put the collar around my neck again. Then she dragged me by the collar's chain, out of the cave and through the tunnel. I noticed that she hadn't gotten dressed; she was holding her loincloth in her other hand.

Eventually we reached the main hall where most of the bandits were to be found as always, but now they were all silent knowing that there would be business talk soon. Bologal sat down on her throne, flicking the chain to make me sit down beside it.

"Go tell Shakim I'll talk to him now," Bologal said, and one of the bandits ran out of the hall. Bologal then looked down at me.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get sucking."

"Here and now?" I asked. Was she seriously planning to have an ordinary conversation with a naked man's head between her legs?

"Here and now!" Bologal said in a harsh tone. 

I obeyed and crawled up to her, sitting right before her throne. She spread her legs apart to give me easy access to her still hard penis, and i slowly wrapped my lips around its head before starting to bob my own up and down.

"Take it slow," Bologal warned me. "I don't want to cum in the middle of the meeting. That will make things messy."

But a slave giving you a blowjob WITHOUT making you cum, that's perfectly okay during a discussion with someone, I muttered in my head while her thick shaft slid into my throat.

I heard several pairs of footsteps and the noise of heavy armor, telling me this "Shakim" had arrived with some armed company. Then I heard a loud, jolly voice from the other end of the hall, causing a slight echo.

"Ah, my favorite orc trading partner! I swear, you get more and more beautiful every time we meet! Have you been exercising, by any chance?"

His accent confirmed what I had guessed from his name: He was a bronze-skin. I didn't know what they call themselves, but in this land they are dubbed bronze-skins because of their brown, tanned skin.

As a merchant I had met many of them. People from the deserts in the south coming here to sell their exotic wares. Usually trinkets, carpets or their potions and powders which supposedly have amazing effects. My guess was that it was just a cheap lie to trick people into buying them. Especially since they had a reputation for being thieves and involve themselves in whatever illegal activity it took to get rich.

But what concerned me about this particular bronze-skin was that he seemed to be ignoring me completely. I didn't know whether to feel relieved because he was at the very least not laughing at me or offended because he didn't acknowledge me despite my very unusual situation.

"What do you want, Shakim?" Bologal muttered. 

"Ah, always so brief. That's good, it saves time. And time is money, and with money you can buy time, and more time means more money, and then it goes around and around -"

"Get to the point!" Bologal shouted. 

"Ah, yes. You see, I have been asking myself if this arrangement of ours truly is... beneficial. If you had been anything like the people I usually deal with, it would have been all 'buy wares, pay coin' just like most deals work. But since you don't have a single non-wanted face around here to go shopping for you, you expect ME and my men to do that. I don't like paying with wares. It's messy and confusing."

"So you're here to complain about the very basics of our agreement? You should have whined about this earlier if you find it too 'messy and confusing'."

As Bologal spoke I released her cock from my mouth and instead started licking the shaft up and down.

"Oh, it's nothing too bothersome. The only really bothersome part is the fact that my men go through all the struggle of getting you everything you ask for, and there is no bonus included. It feels wrong to accept shopping lists without an additional lump of silver attached. So what I'm trying to say is, I want more silver if you want me to continue serving as your errand boy."

"As I said, you should have brought this up when we put together our agreement," Bologal said as I swirled my tongue around her cockhesd before letting her dick slide back into my mouth. "It's too late for second thoughts now."

Shakim was quiet for a while and then said in a sly voice: "It certainly would be a shame if the king recieved an anonymous tip about your little... activities here, hmm?"

"It would," Bologal answered. "After all, you would lose the only one with great amounts of silver who wants to trade with you. And you need lots of silver for your business, right? Besides, it would be even more of a shame if someone here told the guards about where to find you, should they ever show up here for some strange reason."

Again there was silence from Shakim for a while.

"On second thought, I could probably find a gullible client who will be more... tolerant to the idea of increased prices if offered a good excuse. Someone who can pay this fee on your behalf, unknowingly."

"I knew we could work this out,," Bologal said in a kind voice, with an obvious warning hidden underneath her breath.

"Well!" Shakim exclaimed in the same happy tone as he had used before. "That was all. I shall now depart and let you return to whatever activities you have to return to. Come, friends. This ghastly place reeks of palers."

Once again footsteps were heard, getting less and less audiable as Shakim and his men left the mine. 

"Annoying man," Bologal muttered. "Shame we need him."

I looked up at Bologal, who nodded. I started moving my head faster and sucked harder, and soon I felt Bologal climax. Her cum shot down my throat and I managed to swallow it all before releasing her dick with a pop. 

"Good slave," Bologal said and petted my head. "Now, you haven't slept since you got here, so I think it's time for the both of us to return to my chambers."

She rose from the throne and I stood up, then we walked into the tunnel that would lead us to her room. I realized now how tired I was and I hoped my mistress was finally satisfied. I was not in the mood for another session. I just wanted to sleep.



An Orc's Slave Ch. 04



I'm glad so many of you support my story. I recently figured out how to write in italics, so I'm going to write these notes from now on.

Just a heads up, this is mainly a filler chapter. Continuing to the point of something relevant happening would make it too long, but I did add in a handjob to make it feel less empty. If you decide to skip this one, at least consider reading the last of it so you won't be lost when reading the next one. Please leave feedback to let me know what I can do better :)

*****

Bologal and I entered her room, and she led me to the center where she attached my chain to the floor. She then threw her loincloth into a corner and got into her large bed.

"You're sleeping on the floor," she said and rolled over. Then the room was filled with silence aside from the noise from the fire.

I lay down on the ground and stared into the fireplace. To think I hadn't even been here for an entire day. I wondered how slowly weeks would go by here. Or months. Or even worse, years.

I had to escape this place. With or without the others. On one hand I would never forgive myself if I managed to get out but left them behind, but on the other hand I had a feeling I would eventually be willing to do anything for a way out. Otherwise my everyday life would be reduced to the same underground surroundings, the same people that were all criminals which didn't care the tiniest bit about me, and on top of it all I was a slave with no rights forced to serve as a shemale orc's sex toy. Nobody would care if she did something horrible to me. She had showed me, after all. She made the rules, so she could kill me or torture me however she pleased if I disobeyed her.

My options were either to serve her as well as possible, hoping that she would one day grow sick of me and set me free as a reward for being a good slave, or to find a way to escape and alert the king of what was going on here.

I decided to do both. If Bologal was in charge of everything I would want her to like me as much as possible, but I would never stop looking for an opportunity to escape.

As I thought of ways to get out of this situation my eyes shut and I eventually fell asleep, my flawed escape plans spinning around in my head.

I woke up from a sudden pain in my chest that made me bounce off the floor slightly. I opened my eyes and looked up to see Bologal standing above me. She must have kicked me to wake me up.

Her green figure towered above me, giving me a great view of the undersides of her large breasts, but also her dangerously hard penis that swayed slightly from side to side. I knew what was coming.

"Jerk me off, slave," Bologal grunted. "I got things to do today, and I don't want my sex drive to ruin my concentration."

If she needed sex this much, how had she gotten by before I came here? Frequent masturbation? Or had she forced her bandits to pleasure her? 

I decided to save that question for later and got up to a kneeling position, hesitantly putting both of my hands around Bologal's cock.

"You're a good cocksucker and your ass is nice and tight, so now let's see if you're good with your hands. If so, I have a sex slave as close to perfect as I could hope for," Bologal said with a grin.

I looked up at her face for a moment and then down at her cock. I began stroking it with slow, firm movements. My hands slid over the veins underneath the green skin, and as the tip started leaking precum both my hands and her dick were soon lubricated. I tried squeezing a little to see her reaction, and a small moan indicated that she liked it. 

Soon I was jerking her off rapidly, and it wasn't until now that it hit me: I was pleasing a cock. An orc's cock. An orc who is female, despite not really looking female aside from her breasts, face and wide hips. 

I don't know why, but this was the first time I really thought about how weird it was. Maybe it was because this was the first time I wasn't either concentrated on sucking her off to be set free, fearing for my behind to be split in two, drowning or listening to a business discussion. It could also be the angle. I could perfectly see Bologal's big dick, my hands around it as well as Bologal's colossal frame with her eyes looking down at me. No matter what it was, this felt a lot stranger than before. And wrong. 

I liked women. That meant breasts, vaginas and feminine behavior. And Bologal had only the first of those, which wasn't enough. Especially when the part I was made to focus on wasn't her breasts, but the one usually found on a man. Also, I wanted sex to be a choice. If my partner didn't want to, I would respect that. If I didn't want to, she would respect that. This... This was wrong. I was being forced to do this, and I didn't want it to be like that.

But I knew I had no choice, so I kept going until Bologal got close to her climax.

"Here it comes," she moaned. "Remember to swallow it all. If anything gets anywhere else, you'll clean it up with your tounge."

I jerked her off harder for a moment before quickly moving my head forward, filling my mouth with her hot, throbbing cock. Moments later she reached her orgasm and pumped my throat full with cum while moaning in pleasure. 

I swallowed it the best I could in this position and then slid her cock out of my mouth, gulping down the rest. I tried to tell myself it wasn't really cum, but something else. That would make it easier. The taste wasn't so bad, it was knowing what it was that made it unpleasant. 

"Seems like you can give good handjobs too, slave," Bologal complimented while she put on her loincloth. "I'm off to deal with my duties. I'll come here if I need your... help."

She gave me a wicked grin before leaving the room.

As soon as she shut the door I stood up and started looking for something, anything, that I could use to escape. I opened the barrels and dug through them, looked in the sacks and checked the chests. I found nothing but food, drink, chunks of silver and many other things that wouldn't help me get out of here.

After closing the lid of another barrel my eyes were drawn to the containers in the corners. The ones that my chain wouldn't let me reach.

I tried to move close enough to check at least one of them, but no matter how I struggled the chain wouldn't let me get to them.

I sat down on the floor, my mind forcing me to fantasize about all the things that could be just outside my reach. A spare key to my collar. A weapon of some kind. A magic lamp with a genie that could get me out of this situation with the snap of a finger.

I shook off those thoughts, trying to get myself to think it was the same useless stuff as in all the other containers.

Bologal came in three times during the day. Twice for a fuck, once for a blowjob. I didn't know how much time passed between the sessions, and it really bothered me to have no way to keep track of time. But it didn't bother me as much as the idea of doing this every day. I doubted I would survive for long if I kept getting sexually abused this often.

I heard a sizzling noise and noticed that the fireplace had burned out. Only a faint red glow from the firewood remained.

This made the room a lot darker, and colder. It didn't take long before the heat had vanished completely and I was shivering.

I wondered if Bologal would show up soon. She would probably light another fire. For the first time I actually wanted her to be here.

I looked at the warm pelts on her bed. Those were within my reach, but what would she say if she saw me borrowing them? I didn't dare to, the possible consequenses were too frightening.

After lying on the floor with my arms wrapped around my chest for who knows how long, I heard the door open. I rolled over to see Bologal standing in the opening. She looked unsteady and she was holding an empty bottle in her hand.

She must have gotten drunk with the bandits. And I didn't like the thought of being alone with her in a drunk state. She was scary enough sober.

She closed the door and walked closer to me, almost tripping a few times. As she removed her loincloth with a frightening smirk I started to miss the time when the room was cold and empty.



An Orc's Slave Ch. 05



Time for some character development! I guess this chapter got pretty short, but I have a thing for ending when the characters fall asleep. Anyway, I won't spoil anything else and instead let you read for yourself. I hope you enjoy, and if not, tell me why so I know how to improve.

*****

Bologal stood before me, naked and drunk. Her dick was erect and her face had a look of sexual desire.

I crawled backwards, away from my mistress until my chain straightened and kept me from moving any further. I knew it was pointless to avoid her, but I was so afraid of what she would do to me. She was rough normally, so who knew what she was like when drunk? I didn't want to know.

Bologal walked closer to me and forcefully flipped me over on my stomach. Then she put a hand on each of my arms to keep me lying down. I gritted my teeth, mentally preparing for what was next, but still screamed when she slammed all of her cock into my ass at once. Usually she started off slowly. Now she didn't, and it hurt.

She also moved differently this time, but not in the way I imagined her to. Before she had pounded me fast and hard, but now she was going slowly. But harder, much harder. When all of her dick was inside she kept pushing her hips forward, pressing me into the ground and squeezing my lower body between her and the stone floor.

Every time she did this I closed my eyes and waited for the crushing pain to be over. When it was, I took a moment to appreciate the lack of pain before she pushed it inside again.

I found myself disliking the painful feeling of being pressed into the floor so much that I started to find greater pleasure in the feeling of Bologal's cock going in and out of my ass. In fact, my own penis soon got hard from it, which unfortunately made being crushed into the floor even more painful.

Bologal leaned forward, pressing her chest into my back. The soft feeling of her breasts against my skin made my penis twitch.

"If only my tribe could see me now," she growled with her head close to mine. I could feel her hot breath against my cheek and the strong smell of mead.

"Fucking my human slave in my lair full of humans that serve me as their leader," she continued. "Do you know why I'm not with them? My tribe."

"No," I answered through gritted teeth as she once again tried to force her cock deeper than it could go.

"It's because of my dick."

Bologal's voice suddenly sounded sadder. The mead must have made her a little more emotional.

"An orc woman should be strong, like the men, but she must also be able to bear strong children to continue the bloodline. I can't, because I have nothing to give birth with. It didn't matter if I was the strongest fighter among the women AND the men, I was still just a freak."

Bologal got angrier and angrier as she spoke, making her movements even harder.

"They banished me. Said an orc with breasts and a penis is not a woman, nor a man. Nothing but a freak who doesn't belong among orcs. But I am a woman. I know that. And I'm stronger than any of the men. At least now I am. One day I will return home and make them worship the part of me that got me banished. Warriors and chiefs alike will be sucking my cock no matter if they like it or not. It will become an honor. People will beg me to fuck them, plead to pleasure me. And if I accept, they will brag about it later."

Bologal's own words excited her, making her fuck me at a faster pace. But no softer than before. I lay there with gritted teeth and closed eyes, trying to pay full attention to my mistress's voice in order to take my mind off the pain.

"That's why I came here. To a land where no one knows me, filled with fragile humans. My plan was first to fight my way to the top, but since I was imprisoned I've come up with a better one: I will keep up this mining business until I got enough silver to buy my way into the king's court. People might not like the idea of an orc in such a position, but if I make sure the king gets into an... accident, and I save him, he will have to trust me."

I could hear Bologal get more and more triumphant. She was proud of this scheme. She couldn't wait to complete it.

"Then, when I'm alone with him, I will fuck him into submission. Until he's willing to do anything for a taste of my cock. Then I will get him to marry me, and one tragic accident later I will be queen. Then every single human in this kingdom will be forced to pleasure me if I ask them to, and I can invade my homeland to show them how foolish they were to banish me."

I saw issues with this plan. I strongly doubted the people here would be willing to serve an orc queen, especially one like Bologal. If her plan succeeded, which would take huge amounts of luck, it would most likely result in a revolution and the whole kingdom would descend into chaos. I hoped that this was just a distant dream she would never fulfill, because if not things could get really bad really quickly.

"But don't worry," Bologal whispered in my ear. She was now pounding me with quick, hard thrusts. "You will still be my favorite sex slave. Imagine how many people will envy you. The queen's royal sex slave. A title many will want to have when I'm on the trone."

With those words she came in my ass, pushing her hips deep into me and causing me to get pressed into the stone floor as her throbbing cock shot out a load of hot cum.

We both lay on the floor for a while. I listened to Bologal's panting and felt our sweaty bodies rub against each other. Her dick was still inside my ass, and in a strange way I found it... comforting. It wasn't as disgusting as it had been the first time.

Eventually Bologal slid her soft cock out off my ass and stood up, walking over to her bed and collapsing in it.

I stayed in the same spot, warmed by our activity. But the cold of the room soon announced its presence again.

Suddenly Bologal got out of her bed and grabbed me by the neck.

"You're sleeping with me tonight, slave," she muttered and dragged me to her bed. She realized the chain would get in the way and unlocked the collar, letting it fall to the floor next to the bed.

"Why?" I asked and massaged my neck.

"Because it's cold in here and I'm too tired to get the fire going again."

Bologal pushed me into the bed and got in as well. Lying on her side she hugged me close to her chest, her large breasts surrounding my head.

She then went quiet, and judging from her breathing she fell asleep soon after that.

This was good. Aside from the wonderful feeling of her tits against my face, she was letting me sleep without the chain. Sure, I was still trapped inside the grip of her large, muscular arms, but if I could get her to sleep like this regularly I might eventually get a chance to escape while the others slept.

But for the moment, all I could do was enjoy the situation. Bologal's body heat did chase away the cold, and I found myself liking being trapped like this.

I moved my head backwards to get a better view of my bed companion. I had never been much for muscular women, but I still had to admit that Bologal's body was impressive.

Making sure she was really asleep, I took the risk to feel her body. I put my hands against her abs and stroked them. They were rock hard and there wasn't enough skin to grab it between my fingers.

I felt my way up to her soft breasts and stroked them gently. I had never touched breasts with my hands before, and it felt amazing. When I felt brave enough I grabbed them, letting my fingers sink into them a little. 

Bologal grunted and I quickly let go, but she didn't wake up. I carefully returned my hands to her tits, playing with them. Eventually I turned my attention to the dark green nipples. I licked one of them, tasting it as well as the metal of her nipple ring. With my one hand I gently grabbed her other nipple ring between two fingers and pulled a little.

Bologal moaned slightly, but remained asleep. I kept playing with her impressive breasts until she pulled me closer in her sleep, pressing our hips together.

I felt our penises touch. She may have been a lot taller than me, but when her breasts were on eye level with me our penises were on about the same height.

Bologal's slack penis mashed against mine, which had gone hard from playing with her tits. I tried to move away, but that only made her grip tighten. I noticed that my work on her breasts and the stimulation her cock got from the contact with mine slowly made it harden.

At first this felt unpleasant, but as we were lying there with our hard dicks pressed against each other, I began tolerating it. The heat it sent out felt nice somehow. 

I ended up snuggling closer to her, sliding my head in-between her tits and trying not to think about the fact that our dicks were touching.

Soon after that, I too fell asleep.



An Orc's Slave Ch. 06



I've tried to make this chapter longer. Compared to most stories on this site, my chapters are embarrassingly short. Hopefully I'll be able to change that.

*****

In the morning I woke up when the floor hit me hard in the face. Shaking my head to shake off my drowsiness, I realized that I had fallen out of the bed. More specifically, been pushed.

"You better adjust quickly, slave," Bologal said. I looked up to see her already out of bed and dressed.

"This is the second time I have to wake you up instead of waking up with you already awake and ready to please," she continued.

I massaged my head and looked up at my mistress.

"Aren't you... affected by last night?" I mumbled.

Bologal shook her head and grunted. "Of course not. This orc is too strong to be damaged by mead. I had to drink almost a whole barrel only to get that drunk last night."

I was really referring to the fact that I slept in her bed. But I knew that a vague question like that would give me the answer I needed. And it did; she didn't seem to think it was a big deal. Then maybe she would let me do it again. Sleeping without the chain would be a huge step in the right direction.

Bologal grabbed me by the neck to make me stand up.

"Come, slave," she said and put the collar back around my neck. "We got lots of things to do today."

"I'm... I'm coming with you?" I asked.

"Yes. Having you here in the cave to fuck wasn't a good idea. Instead I'll have you close so I can use you whenever I want to, not just when I got time to spare."

I didn't know how to feel about this. On one hand it was nice to have some variation and not be stuck in the same room, and I had already come to the conclusion that escaping from here was pointless. Maybe I would have a better chance to escape if I was somewhere else.

But on the other hand, this meant more sex. I didn't like the thought of that. But what choice did I have?

I nodded obediently and followed her as she pulled the chain to make me walk faster.

We walked through the tunnel until we emerged in the main hall where some drowsy bandits were having breakfast, eating food that seemed to have been left there since yesterday. Most of it was large pieces of roasted meat, bottles of mead or loafs of bread. Not a fruit or vegetable in sight.

They'll all probably get scurvy if this is what they eat all the time, I thought. Not that it mattered to me. Managing to escape because all my captors had gotten a severe case of scurvy might not make for a thrilling story, but it would still be a dream come true.

Bologal sat down at the end of one of the long tables, picking up a chicken leg that she then began tearing the meat from with her large teeth. I sat down next to her, reaching for a loaf of bread when she suddenly grabbed my shoulder and pushed me downwards, off the chair and under the table.

"If you want to eat, you'll have to earn it," Bologal said and pulled her loincloth aside, letting her hard cock spring free.

I looked hesitantly at the veiny rod, but knew that there was no point in waiting. Besides, I was really hungry and the sooner I got this over with the sooner I could eat.

I positioned myself in a kneeling position in front of Bologal, and then licked her cock up and down. I felt the familiar taste of her dick, as well as the hard yet smooth and somewhat rubbery texture.

I didn't feel right about doing this when the bandits were around. It had been embarrassing last time and a table made little difference. However, just like last time nobody acknowledged it. But I knew that they must be thinking about it. And that made me feel worse about what I was doing.

As my mistress ate her breakfast I stopped licking her shaft, instead swirling my tongue around the tip. I licked up her precum that came pouring out, and soon I lowered my head until her entire length disappeared into my mouth.

I held my head like that for a while, trying to squeeze her dick with my mouth. Then I slowly bobbed my head up and down, trying to suck hard enough to create a vacuum. Bologal's moans between her bites were my signals that I was pleasing my mistress.

I picked up the pace and quickly pumped my head up and down her cock while playing with her balls. I was rewarded with a loud moan. I then tried humming to cause vibration on her cock, and she showed her approval with another moan. I soon felt her dick throbbing as she prepared to cum.

"Here comes your breakfast!" Bologal said in an amused tone and fired her load down my throat.

When I was this hungry any nutrition was welcome, so I actually liked this more than usual. Getting some kind of food was very nice, and it still didn't taste that bad. Maybe even better than before.

I sucked her softening dick clean and crawled out from underneath the table. I then stood up, and Bologal handed me a steak of some kind. I accepted and cautiously sat down next to her.

I was right, this was definitely leftovers from yesterday. The meat was cold and felt weird to chew. Still, better than nothing.

I looked at the bandits sitting around the table. More had joined us since I went down on Bologal, and I took a moment to observe them all carefully.

They were all dressed in furs, leather or cloth, all in shades of black, grey and brown. A few even had some metal on them in the form of chainmails, bracers or something along those lines. Most were hardy, dirty men with messy beards and hair. But there were also some women. They too looked quite strong and unpleasant, with hard muscles and tanned skin. Most were still skinny, though. They all either had their hair tied into braids or dreadlocks, or cut short.

I listened to them chatting and laughing. They seemed to enjoy life here. I wondered if they wouldn't rather leave the mine. Sure, they were no longer prisoners and they had access to food, drink and whatnot, but didn't this place get boring after a while?

Of course, the silver that the miners dug up was probably enough to keep them around. I wondered how big their share was. If they got any. And what they used it for. Based on what I knew they had at least one dealer, but Bologal seemed to be the one doing business with him. Maybe they got to vote on what to use the silver for?

I stopped brooding about it and focused on eating. When I finished, Bologal was still eating. Seeing how she got a head start and also ate faster than me, I wondered how much she needed to eat. Someone that big obviously needed lots of food, but just how much?

Three large chunks of meat and lots of mead later she was finished. She then stood up, pulling the chain to make me do the same.

"I'm going to count the silver that the workers have dug up this week," she said and started walking. "I hate it, but I don't trust anyone enough to have them do it instead."

We left the main hall, walked through a tunnel and ended up in front of a thick wooden door. The rock just outside it had been dug out to form a small cave, and next the door was a sack full of silver.

"Looks like it was a lot this week," Bologal noted and picked up the sack. Then she unlocked the door and opened it.

Inside was a larger cave full of chunks of silver, either in sacks or lying in piles on the floor. It shimmered in the light from the dying torches on the wall that Bologal went to replace with new ones.

I was amazed that there was so much. I thought silver was much rarer. Maybe this mine was just a really good one. One thing was for sure, if I had all of this I would probably be able to quit working as a merchant and live in luxury for the rest of my life.

After lighting the new torches Bologal sat down by a large table with some kind of scale on it. She emptied the sack of silver and placed a chunk on the scale, noting how much it weighed. Then she kept doing this, looking incredibly disinterested. I didn't know what to do, so I just stood beside her and waited for her to finish her mundane task.

I had to admit, I never expected to see an orc doing something like this. Heck, based on what I had heard about orcs I thought there weren't even any that were able to read or do anything but the most basic math.

"Gods, this is boring," Bologal sighed. Then she looked at me with an unsettling grin. "If I'm going to finish this, I'll need something to make me less bored first."

I knew what that meant and offered no resistance when she pushed me against the wall and lowered me to a sitting position.

"Open up. This time I'll do all the work," she said and removed her loincloth.

I reluctantly opened my mouth, and then she leaned her hands against the wall and slowly slid her hard cock into my mouth. When my lips hit the base she slid it back out, just as slowly as she had put it in.

When only the head was left in my mouth she suddenly rammed her whole length down my throat with great force and speed. Then she slowly moved her hips back again to ram it down once more.

Every time she did this I gagged loudly, and I had a feeling that the sound was turning her on. Whenever I did it her cock throbbed in my throat and she let out an almost inaudiable "Mmm".

Now she moved back faster, soon fucking my throat at high speed. I felt my head getting slammed into the wall behind me with every thrust. I watched the green, veiny rod that took up most of my view pump back and forth, the large ballsack swinging underneath it that hit my chin every time she pushed forward, and the rock hard abs that moved away from and towards my eyes, covering my vision whenever Bologal rammed her cock down to the base.

I looked up at her, seeing her ample breasts bounce from her movements, slapping loudly against her skin. And above them, her face that was grinning down at me. Looking down at someone in this position must give a powerful feeling of dominance. I knew for sure that looking up at someone in this position made me feel tiny and controlled.

When her climax drew near she stopped sliding her dick almost all the way out, instead only sliding out half before pushing back in, doubling the speed of her thrusts. I watched her face as she closed her eyes and moaned, looking up towards the ceiling.

I looked down at her cock that was throbbing violently in my mouth. From this angle I could see it grow and shrink as her cum was pumped forth, and then I felt the hot substance fill my throat as Bologal rammed her dick down to the base, holding it like that while moaning loudly and pumping cum into me.

With her abs in my face I swallowed the cum being shot into my mouth in large gulps, keeping it up until finally no more would come out.

Bologal pulled out her cock and teasingly slapped it into my face while I gulped down the rest of her cum. Then she put her loincloth back on and sat down at the table again.

I sat in place, the feeling of Bologal's throbbing dick raping my throat still fresh in my memory. I didn't want to stand up, somehow worried that announcing my presence in any way would make her horny again.

She finished weighing the silver chunks and put the final one in its correct place. I didn't know what system she had, but I hadn't really been paying attention to that either.

Bologal stood up and grabbed my chain, pulling me with her out of the treasure room.

When she locked the door behind us a bandit came running. A female bandit.

"Boss, there's king-dogs outside the mine askin' for whoever's in charge!" she said once she had stopped in front of Bologal.

Bologal groaned. "What do they want? No one is supposed to show up here today!"

The bandit shrugged. "They didn't say. Only that it's important. You want us to throw 'em to the wolves?"

"No, that will only make things worse. I'll deal with it. Watch my slave for me, I can't bring him for any of the king's men to see. Slaves being illegal and all."

The bandit nodded as Bologal let go of my chain, walking past the bandit and through the tunnel.

Soon I was alone with this woman, sitting in front of her feeling embarrased about my lack of clothing. I tried to keep my privates concealed with my legs.

Maybe my standards had been lowered by the thought of being stuck here all my life, but I found this bandit woman to be quite beautiful.

Her hair was blonde and dirty, reaching down to just above her shoulders. She had it tied into several thin braids while letting the rest of her hair hang freely. Some hanged over her face, partly covering her brown eyes.

She was dressed in dark and light brown furs that didn't do much to conceal her body. There was nothing resembling sleeves, leaving her arms fully exposed, and her stomach was completely uncovered. A little cleavage could also be seen.

Around her hips was a fur skirt reaching down to her knees and on her feet she wore a pair of fur boots.

Her body was slim and muscular. Her exposed stomach sported a vague sixpack, her arms were strong and sinewy and her breasts were a little bigger than average.

Her skin was slightly tanned and she had red stripes painted on her face. For a moment I wondered if it was blood, but I shook off that thought.

The woman walked around me in a circle, as if inspecting me.

"So you're boss's fucktoy, huh?" she asked with a cruel grin. She kept glancing at my crotch, trying to get a glimpse of what I tried my best to hide.

"It's been years since I got any myself," she said, her voice getting a suggestive tone. "I wouldn't mind tryin' you out."

She licked her lips seductively, making my penis harden and more difficult to hide.

"Shame you already belong to boss. Doubt she's willin' to share. Besides -" She started to sound playfully cruel again. "- I bet you're used to bein' on the recieving end."

"I don't exactly like it!" I protested. I had no idea why I felt a need to explain myself to her.

"You better get used to it," the woman said with a shrug as she stopped in front of me. "If you haven't already noticed, boss is hard to keep satisfied. Before you got here she was beatin' off most of the time. Bet she'd fucked us if she didn't like havin' us around."

This felt like a good time to get some answers to the questions I had. Alone with a bandit, and no Bologal in sight.

"Why are you even following her? Is she forcing you?" I asked.

"Nope. When she took over the mine, she asked how many wanted to leave and how many wanted to stay here and get rich in exchange for doin' what she says. Some left. We who stayed were told to kill 'em to make sure they wouldn't tell on us. As proof of loyalty, y'know?"

"That only answers part of my question. Why do you follow her?"

The woman shrugged again. This time she also held out her arms for added effect. "She's got the muscles to break skulls by accident and the smarts to keep this place runnin' with no accidents. Also, livin' here is pretty much all perks. We get our share of silver to buy whatever we want from the bronze-skins when they pay a visit, we always got more food and drink than we can stuff ourselves with and she rarely gives us anythin' to do. Some suckers have to pretend to be guards or some other borin' task, but lucky lasses like me can just slack around all day long. Oh, and there's also boss's plan to put her ass on the king's throne. Doubt she'll succeed, but if she does I don't wanna be on her bad side. Havin' helped her get there, on the other hand... Bet I'll be nicely rewarded for that."

"And if she backstabs all of you?"

Another shrug from the woman.

"Then I'll stab her back. Guess you could say I'm somethin' of an expert in the art of backstabbing. Boss may be smart, but not smarter than this lass."

I nodded and looked down on the ground trying to think of more questions.

"Name's Ebba. What's yours, fuckboy?"

I hesitated for a moment. I wasn't expecting her to tell me her name.

"Thomas," I said.

Ebba bit her lower lip and looked up at the ceiling. "Too fancy for an orc's bitch. I'll call you fuckboy instead."

I tried to protest, but suddenly she kicked me to knock me over on my side. The new position left my penis exposed, and she leaned over a little to take a peek. By the time I sat up and covered myself again she was already grinning at me.

"Too late," she said teasingly. Her tongue quickly slid across her upper lip, making my erect penis twitch. 

Then she leaned against a wall with her arms crossed, sighing and glancing at the tunnel to see if Bologal was coming back.

"Is she good?" she asked.

"What?"

"Boss. A dick that big is wasted on a woman if you ask me, but it'd be even more of a waste if she didn't know how to use it."

"I'd... rather not talk about that."

"Aw, feelin' embarrased? No need to, down here we're anythin' but prude. Bet more people than just you and boss would fuck in the open if anyone else here wanted to fuck each other."

"So you're not interested in the other bandits?"

"Gods, no. Not my type at all. Thing about bandits is that most of us don't wanna fuck other bandits, only nicer pieces of meat like hostages we take."

"If you don't mind me asking, what exactly were you sent here for?"

Ebba looked puzzled as she tried to remember her crimes.

"Let's see here... I don't know if they ever found out about my past as a hooker. Was a young and stupid lass back then, tryin' to get gold sellin' my body when I could be dumpin' others' in some river and run off with their stuff. Had to flee from my home town after gettin' a married rich guy drunk, rapin' him and takin' whatever treasures and trinkets I could find on him."

Ebba sighed. "If only he had been less cute and his response to my advances hadn't been 'Sorry, I'm married'. Anyway, then I spent a couple years in the wilds, learnin' to survive and muggin' bypassers. Then I was taken in by a band of bandits, and when it got borin' hangin' out with them I killed them all in their sleep and took their stuff. And then... Let me think.. Right, then I got greedy and tried robbin' some really fancy lad with guards and stuff. Killed a few, but they captured me. When the law-lizards had seen a list of my crimes and my strong build, they thought it'd be a proper punishment to put me in this mine for a lifetime or so."

Ebba glanced down at me. "That's my story. And yours?"

"Um," I started. "I was a merchant. I travelled the land with my childhood friends, selling wares and... well, doing merchant things. Then we took cover from the rain in the wrong mine. Simple as that."

Ebba raised an eyebrow. "C'mon, there has to be some juicy parts. No one lives a life that borin'. Have you ever killed a man?"

I shook my head.

"Fucked around with the prices to rip people off?"

I shook my head again.

"Ravaged a woman?"

This time I hesitated before shaking my head once more.

"Huh. A nice, law-abidin' little virgin. That is borin'. Well, it'll be fun to see what livin' here will do to you."

"What do you mean?"

Ebba rolled her eyes and smirked. "Places like this changes people, fuckboy. Emotional weaklings come out cold and strong. If they come out, that is. You're already goin' through some pretty major changes. You're not technically a virgin anymore, for instance. Whether you'll break or harden will depend on you. Let's let a year pass and then look back at what you were like right now. Then we'll see how this place has shaped you."

Heavy footsteps were heard in the other end of the tunnel, and Bologal soon became visible. She looked furious.

"Close down the mine?!" she yelled. "Those annoying, squishy little... Gah!"

"What's wrong, boss?" Ebba asked.

"I've been too greedy. Keeping all the silver and tell the king's men that we haven't found any has made them think that the mine is drained. They're considering abandoning the mine and moving all prisoners to a different one."

"Well, that would be sure to fuck us over. Any plan?"




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Bologal grunted and clenched her fists. "We'll have to start giving them some of what we dig up. Just a little bit, to keep them from closing the mine. If they come here trying to move the prisoners they will discover the truth, and then the whole plan will be ruined."

"Alrighty. Anyway, since you're back now I'll be goin'."

Ebba walked past Bologal, looking back at me for a moment to give me a wicked smile.

Bologal sighed in annoyance and grabbed the chain, pulling it to make me stand up. "Bend over and put your hands on the wall, slave. I need you to cheer me up."

The anger in her voice made me obey quicker than usual. I turned to face the wall and bent over, reaching out my arms to put my hands on the cold rock of the small cave's wall.

I looked behind me to see Bologal slide off her loincloth and forcefully grab my ass with her strong hands. She rubbed her big cock up and down my crack, making me grit my teeth to prepare for what was to come.

As Bologal teased me with her rod she let go of my ass with one hand to slap it. I let out a short scream while she returned her hand to its previous position.

"Mmm," Bologal said as she rubbed her dick against my crack. "I'm feeling better already."

Then she lowered her dick to point at my entrance and slowly but forcefully shoved it inside. I groaned from the feeling of having my ass invaded by something so hard and thick. Lowering my head to look at the ground below me, I felt her ballsack brush against my skin as she slid her cock in to the base.

Then she began pulling out, only to move back in. Within a few thrusts she was pounding my ass at full speed, her ballsack slapping against my much smaller one. The pain from this made me flinch with every thrust.

"Oh yeah!" Bologal moaned. "I'll never get tired of this tight ass!"

Her powerful movements made my entire body rock in sync with hers, pushing me forward with each thrust and pressing my hands into the wall.

I thought about what Ebba had said. How would this place change me? Well, the way things looked right now I would probably have my insides moved a bit higher in the future. And have a throat wide enough to make chewing food unnecessary.



An Orc's Slave Ch. 07



I feel like this story has been too much sex and too little advancement in the story, which is something I've mostly done to make any change come more naturally instead of feeling forced. But even I am getting bored of the characters just fucking around and not doing much, so in this chapter I tried to push the plot forward. Something must have gone wrong though, since a lot of it is mostly sex. The rest is mostly story, though. So I guess I kind of succeeded. I'll try putting more focus on the story in the future while obviously not ignoring the sex either. This is erotica, after all.

***

Bologal opened the door to her room and pushed me inside. After having spent an entire day by her side, nightfall was finally coming.

It had been a long day. But not as long as yesterday. And certainly not as boring. Sure, fucking and sucking a shemale mistress may not belong to my favorite activities, but one thing was for sure: It wasn't boring. And aside from that I had also gotten a little more variation than just being stuck in the same room.

Bologal shut the door and locked it, putting the key in her loincloth. Based on what I had observed, she kept all her keys there. Maybe she had some pocket or something. Could be worth remembering.

She turned to me and grabbed my shoulder. Her strong hand moved in what I assumed was meant to be caressing, but it was a bit too painful to count as that.

"You did well today, slave. Not trying to run away even once. I think it'll be safe to bring you outside every day."

That was good news. In a way. In another, it wasn't. It would mean more opportunities to escape, but also more sex.

"But for now, I want a final piece of that tight ass of yours before going to sleep," Bologal said with a grin. She led me to her bed where she lay down on her back, removing her loincloth and letting it fall to the floor beside her bed. Her huge dick pointed towards the ceiling.

"This time you'll be doing the work. I'm too tired to pound you right now."

I nodded and climbed up on my mistress, facing her as I knelt down to sit between her legs. I felt the tip of her cock touch my ass and I slowly lowered myself onto her.

It felt weird to have her cock inserted into my ass without her controlling it. This time I was willingly doing it for her. Or well, not exactly willingly. But still, it felt wrong.

As I thought this I finally felt my buttcheeks press against her pelvis. I felt all of her dick inside me, every vein and every twitch. It didn't hurt as much as the first time, but there was still a slight pain. But it was drowned in the pleasure I got from this. While I didn't enjoy this, I had to admit it felt good. But that wasn't because I liked it, it was just because the ass is sensitive and a dick inside it will feel good no matter who it belongs to. Maybe I should be more accepting to this? After all, I'd be doing it a lot, so I might as well like it. No, no, I couldn't think like that. With that mindset I'd be stuck here forever.

I put my hands on her hard stomach for balance and began slowly moving up and down, feeling her cock slithering in and out of my asshole. Every time I hit the base, the back off my ass pressed against her large ballsack.

"Faster!" Bologal commanded.

I obeyed and pumped at a higher speed. Higher than I had intended, but I couldn't slow down now. Instead I bounced up and down my mistress's length, faster and faster until I was moving at full speed.

It felt good. Really good. The pain was still there, but it was easy to ignore. I heard myself moan, and quickly reminded myself that it was a disgusting penis that was causing my pleasure. Attached to an orc who held me prisoner.

But no matter how much I thought about how wrong this was, my body wouldn't agree with me. My penis had gotten hard and was slapping against Bologal's skin. I looked at her huge breasts. If I wanted to, I could lean over and grab them. And I did want to. But I resisted, both because I didn't dare without her permission and because she's the one keeping me prisoner. I had to resist anything I found slightly appealing about her.

So to avoid her breasts tempting me, I looked at my mistress's face instead. She was grinning at me, a dominant grin most likely caused by the knowledge that she was making me do this. Her hands were clasped behind her head, making her look relaxed. 

I rid her a little longer before she grabbed my sides and moved her hands in sync with my body, making my movements much more intense. I slammed into her with great force, over and over. It made me feel dizzy, which in turn made me focus less on what was happening and more on the raw pleasure I was feeling.

I felt her cock throb inside me, followed by her orgasm. She slammed me into her a final time before letting me stay that way, and I felt her hot cum shoot out inside of me. Bologal moaned loudly and her fingers dug into my sides. 

We both panted when her dick finally stopped shooting cum and began to soften in my ass. 

"That was nice," she said. "But now it's bedtime."

She threw me off of her and let me land on the floor, then she grabbed me by my chain and attached it to the floor in the center of the room. Once she had made sure I couldn't escape she returned to her bed and lay down in it.

This wasn't good. I was hoping that sleeping in her bed wasn't going to be a one-time thing. With this chain there was no way I'd be able to escape at night, and if she really did keep all her keys in her loincloth it would be perfect to be so close to her.

"Um... M-mistress?" I stuttered. It felt like I was taking a huge risk asking something from her, but what else was I supposed to do?

Bologal grunted a little, indicating that she was listening.

"May I... sleep with you? In your bed?"

Bologal sat up in her bed and looked down at me where I sat on the floor. 

"So you think that just because I get drunk one time you suddenly have the privilege to sleep with your mistress?" she said in an intimidating, yet not entirely aggressive tone.

"I-it's just that... I feel safe when close to you."

While I was really just trying to win her over, I had to admit that what I said wasn't a complete lie. After all, who wouldn't feel protected when close to a colossal orc? As long as said orc had no intenion to fuck you at the time. 

Bologal raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? Well, maybe I could let you." An unsettling smile suddenly spread across her face. "On one small condition." 

"What?" I asked.

"You'll see once you accept. Do you?"

I nodded. Whatever it was, I would have a higher chance of escaping.

Bologal got out or her bed and unlocked the collar, freeing me from its weight. Then she dragged me with her into her bed, putting me down on my side facing away from her. She too then got in bed, and I felt something familiar touch the opening off my ass.

Bologal slid her hardening dick into me, and when all of it was inside she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly to her. I felt her large breasts mash into my back, and it felt lovely. What felt less lovely was the big cock impaling me, keeping me from moving.

"There," Bologal said. "I for one am going to enjoy this..."

Very slowly she humped me from behind, as if it was soothing to her. Eventually she slowed down and fell asleep, given away by her snoring.

I knew i wasn't going anywhere tonight. Her strong arms were holding me prisoner, and i had a huge dick inside me. So I tried to make the best of the situation by concentrating on the soft flesh of her breasts against my back. As I drifted off to sleep, even the hot dick inside my ass started to feel good...

***

That morning I woke up from a sudden spasm of some sort. When i had shaken off my drowsiness I realized that it was Bologal's dick that had twitched violently in her sleep.

Her snoring told me I had woken up before her, and her grip didn't feel as strong as before. I tried to free myself, slowly moving her arms. It worked, and after some careful yet also forceful work I was free from her grip. I could then slide her dick out of my ass and roll her over to lie on her back, and then I got out of bed.

Immediatly my thoughts went to escaping. I looked for her loincloth which I found by the bed. I picked it up, smelling the scent of Bologal's crotch on it, and turned it inside out to look for keys. And indeed, there was a small sewn-on pocket kept shut by a sinew. I pulled it and saw a few keys inside. I wanted to take them and escape, but instead I put the sinew back and returned the loincloth to its place on the floor.

I couldn't escape now. Some of the bandits were probably awake, at least the guards outside. Once I knew how to get past them I would take the keys and run. But not before that. At least now I knew how I could flee if the bandits weren't a factor. If I could get them out of the way, my freedom would be right around the corner.

I sat down on the side of the bed, pondering on what to do until Bologal woke up. My eyes were drawn to the big, green cock lying slack against her hip. If I woke her up with a blowjob, that would surely earn me some bonus points. Then she would probably trust me more and like me more, and that was very important right now.

But did I want to? Did I want to, without anyone forcing me, suck a dick? Wouldn't that make me gay?

No, I decided. I'd only do it to get on Bologal's good side. Not because I enjoyed it. Besides, I wouldn't want to have anything to do with a vagina if it was attached to a man. And since the rest of Bologal was female, that technically wouldn't make me any less heterosexual even if I did enjoy it. Just because a penis was generally a male organ that didn't mean there couldn't be female penises. Right?

Yes. Technically, this wouldn't be much different from licking a vagina. Pleasing the sex organ of a woman. Same thing. Nothing to worry about. Still, I didn't like it of course. I didn't like being a slave, so I didn't like Bologal, so naturally I didn't like pleasing her sexually either.

Once that long train of thought was out of my head, I positioned myself on all fours above her with my head on the same level as her crotch. My hands were on her hips and my legs were between hers, which were spread to the sides as if inviting me to suck her off.

I hesitated. No one was making me do this. No punishment would come from refusing. Was this right?

I replayed that excuse I put together and reminded myself of why I did this, and then I slowly lowered my head while opening my mouth wide.

I tilted my head to easily be able to slide the tip of her dick into my mouth. Then I moved my head along it until my lips were at the base.

Her dick felt very different in my mouth when soft. Kind of like a sponge, but covered in skin. I squeezed it with my mouth to feel it give way and spring back, and then I sucked. Without moving I just sucked it as if trying to get some drink out of a straw. Which, in a way, was what I was doing.

I felt it grow and harden in my mouth, causing me to gag as I adjusted. When it was fully erect I began bobbing my head up and down. I stuck out my tongue a little outside my lips to let it slide along her shaft, and I wiggled my head around a little in hopes of increasing Bologal's pleasure.

My eyes went up to my mistress who was still asleep, and then back down to the veiny rod. Was it just me or did it taste better this time? Almost... goo-

No! I was not enjoying this! I did it because I had to, no other reason!

"Mmm, that's right," Bologal mumbled. I looked up at her thinking she had woken up, but her eyes were still shut. She was talking in her sleep.

"Worship that big, mighty cock, father! It's so much bigger than yours, huh? I remember its size well from when you raped me. You thought a little freak with big tits wasn't of any other use than to fuck before banishing her, didn't you? And you thought nothing would fire back at you. Well, looks like you were wrong. Your cute little daughter who had such a cute little body that was wasted on a freak like her has changed. And here she is now, ready to fuck her daddy the chief sorry! Choke on my fat cock, old man!"

Bologal thrusted into my mouth in her sleep. "Swallow my cum, whore! And then get your ass ready! I want to see what kills you first; my cock tearing your ass apart or suffocating you while shoved down your old throat!"

This was... unpleasant. I felt like I was hearing things I shouldn't be hearing. Fortunately, Bologal's rambling stopped and she siezed to move her hips. Whatever she was dreaming had changed to something else, because she wasn't waking up. I focused on my task, bobbing my head up and down.

So the one who banished her was her own father? And he did so after raping her? Orcs were more cruel than I thought. I wondered if that was why she seemed so hungry for rape. Maybe her father had traumatized her and caused her to want payback not just on him, but everyone, by doing what he did? It almost made me feel sorry for her. Almost. But not really. It was hard to when that might be the reason I was her sex slave.

After sucking her dick for a while longer I heard Bologal grunt a little. I looked up at her and saw her eyes open slightly, her drowsy gaze fixing on me. A smile revealing her pointy teeth formed across her lips.

I tried to smile back at her with my mouth stuffed with cock. I had to convince her I was starting to like this. Then she'd let her guard down.

Bologal remained still, occasionally moaning while I pumped up and down her dick. Soon I felt the familiar throbbing followed by a load of cum. I swallowed it all, trying to slide her cock deeper down my throat so the cum would go straight down and make swallowing unnecessary.

Bologal moaned and stroked my hair, holding my head down on her thick cock as her orgasm settled down.

She removed her hand to let me release her dick from my mouth, and I looked up at her smiling. She returned it with a pleased grin.

"That's a good slave," she said and stroked my cheek with one of her big fingers. "What a pleasant surprise you gave your mistress."

She sat up, rolling me to the side. "I think you deserve a reward. Kneel over there."

She pointed at the floor next to her bed, and I obedienty got out of bed and sat down on the spot. I wondered what the reward would be. Freedom? No, no that was far to ambitious. But maybe something that would get me closer to freedom?

Bologal turned to sit on the edge of the bed, facing me. Her legs were spread and her limp dick hung between them, close to my face.

"I'll let you touch these," she said and grabbed her huge tits from below, pushing them upwards. 

"R... Really?" I stuttered. Out of all of Bologal's body, the only part I desired were those big, juicy tits that looked so incredibly soft compared to the rest of her hard body.

"As long as you focus on my pleasure, you may do what you please with them," Bologal replied. She seemed amused by my reaction. "All men are the same... No matter if they're dealing with an enemy, family member or even a different race, they will always drool over tits."

She let go of her breasts, making them jiggle as she placed her hands on her knees. I carefully reached up to touch them, realizing that even when sitting down she was too tall. Therefore I slowly stood up, watching her reaction to make sure she didn't mind, and when her chest was at eye level with me I gently put a hand on each of them.

I had already touched them once while she was asleep, but this was different. Knowing she was aware of it and letting me made the touch feel almost electric. But should I be touching them? What about resisting anything attractive about my mistress? I came to the conclusion that liking Bologal's breasts wouldn't make me like her more. 

I moved my hands in circles to massage her tits, and then I let my fingers sink into them.

"Harder," Bologal commanded. "You're not impressing me by being gentle."

I obeyed and squeezed her tits as hard as I could, earning a small moan from her. I aggressively kneaded her tits, loving every second of it. The feeling of her soft flesh around my fingers felt so, so good.

I leaned forwards and licked one of her nipples. I flipped the gold ring up and down with my tongue a few times and then sucked it in.

"Bite that nipple," Bologal whispered.

Making sure to avoid her nipple ring, I closed my teeth around the sensetive flesh.

"Yesss..." Bologal hissed. She pushed her other breast into my face, and I sucked and nibbled on that nipple too. Once both nipples seemed satisfied I instead tried licking her breasts all over, wanting to taste all of the delicious flesh.

"Do you like my tits?" Bologal asked.

"I love them, mistress," I answered as I continued licking.

"Tell me what you love about them, slave."

"I love how they're so big," I said and gave one of them another lick. "And so soft... And so tasty."

As I finished covering them in saliva I rubbed my face in-between them, moaning from how great it felt.

"Be a good boy and you may touch them whenever you want," Bologal said and pushed me away from her. Disappointed, I watched her get dressed and bring my chain.

"Now to handle today's business," she said and closed the collar around my neck. "Shakim will come here today to bring us goods, so we'll be busy. Splitting it between everyone, making sure the bronze-skins won't try to rip us off, lots of things.

Lots of non-sex-related things, I thought, relieved. But also a little disappointed. Because that meant no touching her tits, of course. No other reason.

***

Later that day the bronze-skins did indeed show up. By then Bologal and the bandits were having lunch, and I was trying to eat while sitting in her lap with her cock up my ass, finding it difficult to chew when she humped me. Though she had made it clear that once she came, I would get no more food. Was she going to come up with a sex-related task every time I wanted to eat?

When one of the bandits standing guard outside appeared in the entrance announcing the arrival of the bronze-skins, Bologal had just put on her loincloth after her recent orgasm. I was lying on the floor beside her, still a little hungry.

Bologal dragged me to her throne and sat down, flicking my chain to make me sit down beside it. Most of the bandits remained by the two tables, but a few were standing against the walls.

I saw the bronze-skins enter the mine. There were eleven of them. Ten were dressed in an odd mix of robes and steel armor, carrying curved swords and goods, and the eleventh had to be Shakim.

He looked almost exactly like I imagined he would from hearing him talk. Just like the others his skin was dark, and he was dressed in black robes with pointy shoes. On his hands he wore leather gloves with pointy golden fingertips. Those were "goldfingers", a type of gloves given to the best traders among the bronze-skins to show that they could make great profit from just about anything. I had no idea who handed them out or how they decided who should have them, but as a trader I felt increased respect for the man because of them. Especially since he seemed to be in his forties, I hadn't seen anyone so young wear them before.

His head was covered by a small turban and he had a long, curled mustache that was practically screaming "Twirl me evilly!" His chin sported a small goatee and his dark eyes had a spark of greed that made me think he would sell his mother for the right price.

He and his men came to a halt in front of Bologal, and with a small gesture he made them put down what they were carrying.

"Your wares, milady", he said with an excessive bow, smiling a wide, slimy smile that revealed all of his teeth. I noticed that they were all made of silver.




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"Now, I'll give you a moment to let you decide what to do with them and then we'll discuss the next... shipment. But first..."

He rubbed his thumb and index finger together, raising an eyebrow followed by an even slimier smile.

"Get the man his payment, boys," Bologal grunted. She then rose from her throne and gave me a look that said "Stay", and then she inspected the wares and gave orders to some of the bandits that weren't occupied with carrying out the sack of silver that Shakim observed with hungry eyes.

I looked at the other bronze-skins. Their lower faces were covered by scarves of some sort, only showing their eyes below their round helmets. Eyes hard with years of discipline. They stared straight forward, but their hands were on their swords ready to attack at any moment.

Looking at them made me unsettled, so I looked back at Shakim. His golden fingertips were moving between the chunks of silver in the sack with such swiftness and grace that I was almost sure he was a pickpocket at some point. He weighted each chunk in his hand, feeling the surface and observing them closely, sometimes even smelling them. He seemed pleased with each, nodding almost unnoticably after every inspection.

After a while both he and Bologal were finised with their tasks, and he yelled: "My men will be writing down requests now! If there's anything you palers are missing in this cold, filthy hole, make sure to get it now!"

Several bandits eagerly gathered around, and Bologal stayed close by. Probably to make sure none of the bandits asked for something she wouldn't approve of.

"Aren't you gonna ask for somethin', fuckboy?" I heard a voice say beside me.

I looked to the origin of the voice to see Ebba leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. 

"I'm a slave. I can't do that," I responded.

"I know. It was a joke. I'm not very good at 'em."

"Aren't you going go make a request?"

"Nah. I'd love to buy me a cute slave boy, but boss won't allow it. Waste of silver and a security risk, she says. Apparently it's completely different when she wants a slave, though."

"So they deal with slaves too?"

"'Course they do. Mostly workers and girl sex slaves, though. But they probably got a guy or two thrown in with the latter."

I watched the bandits rambling about what to buy, not knowing how to continue my conversation with Ebba.

"Why are you talking to me?" I asked after a while.

Ebba shrugged. "You're new. You're not another thick-headed tough guy who only cares 'bout gold n' mead. Need more of a reason? Never been fond of talkin' to other bandits, see. They always say the same dumb things. And they always try to show how much stronger than women they are."

"So you'd rather make conversation with a sex slave?"

"Why not? At least you gotta have interestin' stories to tell."

"You've already said I'm boring."

"That was 'bout the merchant part. I'm talkin' sex stories. Care to share?"

Why did this woman have to make me feel so uncomfortable?

"Bologal is right over there, so I'm not really okay with talking about that. I wouldn't be otherwise, either."

Ebba smirked. "Still embarassed? Fine, we can talk 'bout it when you feel like it."

She then slid down the wall to sit down next to me, and while looking at Bologal to make sure she was occupied she said in a low, serious tone: "Y'know, I could help you out a little if you want."

My eyes widened and I tried to keep my voice down when answering her.

"What do you mean?"

"You clearly don't have stuff figured out yet, but I know how things work around here. I could give you some tips to make your stay here less unpleasant, y'know?"

"Why would you do that?"

"Not why, but how would I do that? Answer: Not for free."

"Well, I don't really have anything to give."

"Oh, I don't ask for much. Just that you'll do anythin' I say. Deal?"

"Wait, what? I already have someone telling me what to do! How am I supposed to have two?"

"Easy. You'll see, I got some stuff planned that needs more than two hands. So... deal?"

This was confusing. What was this plan she was talking about? And what would if Bologal found out? Heck, what if this was a test she had set up for me?

"Umm... I'll have to think about it", I mumbled.

"Suit yourself," Ebba said with a shrug and stood up. "Just say the word and you'll be set. Unless I get tired of waitin' for an answer. So don't wait too long."

Then she walked away and sat down by one of the tables, far from the other bandits.

After a while the bandits were done with their requests and stepped back. Bologal returned to her throne, sitting down while Shakim read the lists that his men had written.

"Mmm, delightful," he said. "Lots of expensive things here, yes indeed. Your men are lucky to have such a generous leader, and I am lucky that you have such needy men."

He stroked his goatee and raised an eyebrow. "I would guess that this would cost you... Twice of what I got today, to make the math easier."

"Don't joke around with me, Shakim!" Bologal growled. "I'm not letting you round off the price like that."

Shakim threw out his arms and smiled. "I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing, partner. The number is merely a coincidence. Don't you love it when things just... work out?"

"That's still higher than it should be. So you better give me a better deal."

Shakim shrugged with an innocent face. "The price on silver has lowered, milady. I understand you are unaware of it since you don't really get out often, but sadly that is the case."

"And you expect me to believe that? Tell you what, I'll get you that much when you can prove what you say. Until then, I want a better price."

Shakim sighed. "Ah, what a persistent orc you are. Quite annoying. Very well, I'll go through all the work of finding solid evidence to confirm that my tongue is not forked, and then you'll keep my silver ready. Otherwise the price will remain the same as it would if silver still had the same value as before. Deal?"

Bologal nodded and grunted.

"Excellent!" Shakim said and clapped his hands. "Then I'll be on my way! Ta-ta!"

Shakim turned as dramatically as he could and walked towards the exit, followed by his soldiers that marched in perfect sync.

"May that greedy human become Tortian's plaything in death," Bologal muttered when they had left.

"What now, mistress?" I asked.

Bologal looked down at me. "Now I'm going to show you something. Something I was going to show you when you got here, but I've kept forgetting."

She rose from her throne and grabbed my chain. I stood up and followed her as we walked into one of the tunnels.

What was it she wanted me to see? Was I going to like it? I doubted it. It couldn't be sex-related, she had shown me lots of that already.

I noticed that we were walking the same path as the one that had taken us to the miners before. I immediately thought of my friends that were locked up there. Was it about them? Was she going to let me see them? No, probably not. Why would she?

Then what could it be? No matter how hard I pondered, no good ideas came to mind. I just had to wait and see. Though I had a feeling it was something bad.



An Orc's Slave Ch. 08



I moved the plot forward a tiny bit here. How fast it goes from here depends. I still don't want the story to go by too quickly to avoid making it feel rushed or unnatural, but also I don't want to stretch it out too much. We'll see what happens. Changes will happen soon, though.

*****

I followed Bologal through the tunnel, forced to walk at her pace as the chain she held in her hand kept me from falling too far behind. When we were about to enter the part of the mine where the prisoners were held she suddenly took a turn into a tunnel I hadn't been in yet.

This one was dark, and soon I saw nothing but the movement from Bologal. As my eyes slowly adjusted I saw that there were in fact torches on the walls, but they were obviously unlit. That told me that this wasn't a place that was visited very often.

That got me thinking, every room in this mine seemed to have a purpose benefitting the bandits. But that was clearly not what they were originally meant for, so why were they there to begin with? Was is really this common that miners just dug out a tunnel ending with a nice little cave and then moving on? Or was all this added when Bologal took control and what was that stench?!

A sickening odor was floating past us, previously kept away solely by the tunnel's length. I couldn't figure out what it was, but it made me want to puke. Did it smell like rotten meat, maybe? Well, it was similar, but it was worse.

I wanted to hold my breath, but I knew that wouldn't do me any good. So instead I just tried my best to breathe through my mouth and was relieved when Bologal finally stopped.

I heard her make some noises and then a blinding light flared up. When I could see again, she was holding a newly lit torch.

"Here we are," she said and I turned my eyes to the cave before us. And what I saw made me want to puke even more.

We were standing on an edge, about half my height. In the hole that this edge helped shaping, there were three piles of corpses. The corpses were all in different states of decay, and it was clear to me that they were the source of the stench.

"This is our little graveyard," Bologal said. She held her torch towards the first and largest pile. "These are the prisoners that didn't want to follow me when I conquered the mine."

She then moved the torch to the next pile, the second smallest one.

"These are workers. Most of them died of exhaustion, but a few were put down because they refused to work no matter what I did to them or were simply sick or otherwise useless."

Finally she moved on to the last pile, which only consisted of four corpses.

"And this is the pile that you should be concerned about. These are my previous sex slaves."

A powerful chill went down my spine. I wasn't the first? And the other ones had ended up dead? Was I next? Was Bologal going to kill me here and now? What had I done wrong?!

"Now, you have been well-behaved so far, but so were they. So I wanted to show you what you can expect if you defy me.

"W... What did they do to make you do this?" I stuttered.

"Well, two of them tried to escape. Several times. The first times I punished them in other ways, but they wouldn't give up. And the other two... they simply couldn't satisfy me anymore. They got lazier, sloppier, didn't act the way I wanted to."

"Why are you showing me this?" I asked, still terrified. "You've already demonstrated what happens if I disobey."

"True. As I said, I was going to show you this much earlier. But I had a feeling it would still be effective. Was I right?"

I nodded violently, unable to take my eyes off the scene before me no matter how much i wanted to. The slaves seemed to have died in horribly painful ways. I didn't want to join them in that pile.

I felt Bologal's hand on my shoulder, and the touch made me flinch in fear.

"Just make sure you keep doing well and you'll never have to come back here," she whispered in my ear. 

She then pulled my chain, indicating that we were leaving. I followed her back through the tunnel, relieved to get away from the smell.

I had been well aware that something like this could happen, but this had still had a great impact on me. It was as if a vague theory had suddenly turned into solid facts. I couldn't stop thinking about what I had seen. The decaying faces of those poor men, how they seemed to beg me to put them out of their misery even though they already were.

The day passed by rather smoothly after that. Some more work regarding the goods from the bronze-skins, as well as a few sessions with Bologal. When dinner arrived I was for once allowed to eat without first pleasuring my mistress, but I had no appetite after what I had seen. The smell was still fresh in my memory, and the meat before me reminded me of it.

Bologal was emptying mug after mug of mead, seeming unaffected by the alcohol until she had drunk more than she should be able to contain. Then she was finally getting tipsy.

It was while she was in this state that Ebba sat down next to me.

"You gotten time to think 'bout my proposal?" she asked, making sure to keep her voice down so Bologal wouldn't hear.

"You only asked me earlier today," I mumbled.

"Yeah, but I saw boss take you to where we keep dead people. I thought that would give you some more to consider. So answer me, have you made up your mind yet?"

I hesitated, looking up at Bologal who was busy eating while rambling about something that made the bandits around her laugh. She seemed distracted enough for this conversation to go by unnoticed.

"Yes," I said. "I want your help. I don't want to end up like the others."

"Say pretty please," Ebba said with a grin. I responded with an angry glare.

"Alright, alright," she said. "Gods, you got no sense of humor at all, do you?"

"I can't really afford it. So can you help me?"

"Sure. I'll teach you all the tricks you need to thrive down here. So let's start at once, since we won't be gettin' much time to talk without boss listenin'."

Ebba looked at Bologal again, and when noting that she still seemed to not even have noticed she was there she continued.

"Okay, lesson one: Give up on thoughts 'bout escapin'."

"What?" I hissed.

"Don't act like you haven't been thinkin' of ways to get outta here, fuckboy. But trust me, it won't do you any good. The ones before you never escaped, and your chances aren't any higher. The only thing that makin' up escape plans will do is distract you from doin' well as a fuckboy. And you don't want that. 'Course, you won't have to entirely give up escapin'. But only think 'bout that if you get a chance to flee that's so foolproof not even a blind chicken could fail. Set your mind to bein' stuck here forever. The sooner you accept that, the sooner things will tip more in your favor."

"Do you have anything else than hope-crushing preaching?" I muttered.

"No reason to get hostile, fuckboy. Sometimes the truth sucks. Denyin' it will only make it suck more. But anyway, lesson two: Make yourself useful in more than one way."

"What do you mean?"

"Boss kills people as soon as they're useless to her. In your case, you'll be useless the moment it stops bein' fun fuckin' you. If you can be of use other than as a fuckboy, she won't throw you on the pile when she's bored of poundin' your ass."

"But what can I do other than that?"

"You're a merchant, right? You could help her out with the sand people. Get her better deals and stuff."

I shook my head. "That Shakim is a goldfinger. I can't compete with someone like that." Then I thought closer about it. "Although... I did notice that he seems to think Bologal is gullible, because he pulled some cheap tricks. And they seemed to work on her."

Ebba gave me a strong, somewhat painful pat on the back. "See? Give her some business advice and she'll be dependant on you before you know it!"

She then glanced at Bologal, who was rising from her chair.

"I'll give you lesson three later, fuckboy," she whispered. "Good luck."

Bologal pulled my chain and I stood up. She didn't seem to have noticed my conversation with Ebba.

"We're retiring for the evening, slave," she said and we walked towards the tunnel that would take us to her chambers. To my relief she didn't seem as drunk as last time. Just a bit dizzy.

When we got to her room she locked the door for the night and unlocked my collar. While it felt nice to have it removed, I wondered why she did it.

"That thing will get in the way if we keep it on," she said and pulled off her loincloth.

I should have known.

"We're going to try a new position, slave," she said with a grin and grabbed my waist with her strong hands.

She raised me into the air and brought me closer to her. Then she lowered me onto her big, hard cock. As it sank into my ass I wrapped my legs around Bologal's wide hips and grabbed her shoulders to make it easier to hold on.

When her cock was all the way in she slid her hands along my body, down to my buttcheeks. Then she slowly lifted me until only the head was inside, and then she let me slide down again. Slowly she repeated this motion, over and over, a little faster every time.

Soon she was fucking my ass so hard that her thrusts pushed me upwards, making lifting me with her hands almost unnecessary. I bounced up and down, my view shifting from her face to her chest with every thrust.

I couldn't resist. Remembering what she said this morning, I let go of her shoulders and aggressively kneaded her tits. She did the same to my ass, squeezing it in her big hands.

Rubbing my hands into the soft flesh made me want more, and I hugged my mistress to get close enough to press her big, soft tits against my chest.

I held her like this as she continued fucking me, and I tried altering my hips to make it easier for her. As I bounced on her dick I felt her tits rub themselves up and down my body, her nipple rings scraping against my skin. But not in a painful way.

After a while came her orgasm and I felt her squeeze my ass with great strength as she filled me up with her cum. I hugged her more tightly, feeling her breasts flatten as they were mashed between our bodies.

Panting slightly, Bologal lifted me off her penis and put me down on the floor. Then she walked over to her bed and sat down on its edge.

I decided now was the time to bring up what Ebba had talked about.

"Mistress?" I asked, hands on my back as I slowly stepped closer. "There's something I'd like to -"

"Come over here, slave," Bologal ordered and I quickly walked over to stand right in front of her. She put a hand on my head to lower me to my knees and moved her legs apart. Her cock was already hardening again.

"Play with my balls, slave," Bologal said. "They've been feeling sore today."

This order was a little surprising to me. I was almost sure she would demand a blowjob. Oh well, I could at least talk to her while doing this. It was harder with a dick in your mouth.

Bologal's erection kept her penis out of the way, giving me full access to her balls.

Even for someone with a penis her size, she had a big ballsack. I'd say it had about the same volume as a honeydew melon, maybe even more. It was also unusually smooth, no wrinkles or anything.

I put my hands against it, letting them sink into its softness. Then I moved my fingers around, carressing every crevice. Our recent fuck had made it damp with sweat, and maybe also some precum.

"What were you going to say, slave?" Bologal asked. I looked up at her, seeing her looking back down at me with that dominant look.

"Um, I just wanted to ask if you need help with the bronze-skins," I mumbled while grabbing one of her tangerine-sized balls and squeezing it slightly.

Bologal moaned, and then asked: "What do you mean?"

"Well... It's just that, as a merchant, with no intention of offending you, I think you could handle them a little better."

"Is that so? Well then, do point out something I've been doing wrong."

She placed a hand on the back of my head and pushed me into her ballsack. I licked it in hopes of pleasuring her, knowing that she wanted me to answer while like this. As a way to show I may be crossing the line.

"Because I think I got Shakim right where I want him," Bologal continued, sounding a little sterner now.

"First of all," I tried saying, my words muffled by her ballsack as she pushed one of her balls into my mouth to clog it up. I obediently sucked on it before forcing it out of my mouth for long enough to finish my sentence.

"That's just a trick. He has pretended to try ripping you off and let you see through his lies, making you think he won't be able to trick you."

Then I couldn't say anything else as Bologal grinded my face against her sweaty balls, their scent filling my nose. They somehow smelled... good. It was a strong smell, but not entirely unpleasant. I stuck out my tongue again and slid it along her ballsack, tasting her salty sweat while waiting for a response or another chance to break free for a moment and speak.

"Then what would you have me do?" Bologal asked.

Her grip loosened, letting me move back a little as I retracted my tongue. "He thinks you are stupid. Use that. But you can still barter for better deals. Just do it in a way that makes it seem like you're just relying on luck and not a good sense of business.

Bologal removed her hand entirely, seeming curious. "Go on."

As I opened my mouth to speak, she immediately interrupted me. "With both talking and pleasuring."

I nodded and returned my hands to her balls, massaging them as I shared my knowledge of business without really teaching her anything. I wanted her to seek my advice regularly, not learn all tricks and make me useless for anything but sex again.

While talking, I sometimes took a break to lick, kiss or suck her balls.

"Maybe I've underestimated you, slave," Bologal said with a pleased grin and stroked my cheek as I sucked one of her big balls into my mouth. "Next time the bronze-skins come here I'll see if you really know what you're talking about. If so, I might have more use for you than I thought."

She moaned, and I knew she would cum soon.

"But until then we'll just keep putting you to use this way. You know what to do now, slave."

I turned my attention from her balls to her dick, rising my head and wrapping my lips around it. Then I bobbed my head a few times before Bologal came in my mouth. Once I had swallowed it all, I released her softening cock from my mouth.

"I promise I won't disappoint, mistress," I said with a smile.

I hoped I could keep that promise.



An Orc's Slave Ch. 09



Next chapter will most likely skip forward in time, because the story is getting repetitive. So the next one will probably advance the story a lot. Though I wouldn't say this one is entirely skippable. Just... familiar.

*****

When I woke up that morning, I felt something push against my lips. Still half asleep and with my eyes shut, I let it slide into my mouth. It was warm and smooth, yet hard. I started sucking on it out of sheer habit, and when I opened my eyes I saw Bologal's abs close to my face and her dick shoved into my mouth.

I flinched, but just a little since I wasn't really surprised. 

Bologal was sitting on my chest, her weight pushing me into the bed and making it hard to breathe. She moved her hips back and forth, fucking my throat.

I sucked harder on her cock, trying to move my head to match her thrusts despite my lying position. 

Soon she picked up the pace, and I felt the back of my head painfully slam against the wall behind me with every thrust. She moaned loudly as I felt her cock slide deep down my throat and back out over and over again.

Eventually she filled my throat with hot cum, pulling out her cock while moaning from her orgasm.

She looked down at me and chuckled when seeing my still mildly surprised face. "If you want more control, make sure to wake up first. Otherwise I'll just take what I want from you while you sleep."

That was an unpleasant thought. Had she done this before? No, there's no way I'd sleep through that.

"Get up, slave," Bologal said. "The breakfast won't eat itself."

She climbed off me, finally letting me breathe normally, and we both got out of bed. Then she put on my collar and headed for the door.

Breakfast was rather uneventful. I was allowed to eat without pleasuring Bologal first and my appetite had returned. The only notable thing was when Ebba, who was sitting far away from me, looked at me while making gestures meant to look like she was giving a blowjob. Then she giggled to herself.

How long until she got bored of teasing me for my role as sex slave?

Later that day, when Bologal had me pressed against a wall while pounding my ass, a bandit showed up.

"The king's men are here to collect silver," he said and then ran back the way he came.

Bologal pulled out with a groan. "Guess I have to show those idiot bandits how much I'm willing to give up," she muttered.

"I can help," I said and turned away from the wall to face her.

Bologal raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Just let me talk to the king's men. I'm a merchant, I know how to handle these situations."

Bologal seemed to consider it for a moment. "Alright. But if you try something stupid, you're going to the pile."

I nodded. I kept Ebba's words in mind. No thoughts on escaping if the plan isn't foolproof. And this one wasn't.

***

It felt weird wearing clothes again. 

Bologal had gotten me armor to look like a guard and she was now leading me to the cave entrance.

As nice as it felt to not be naked, the armor sure was heavy. How did people walk around in these?

"I'll be standing right here. Now go," Bologal said with a warning glare.

I walked past her towards the entrance, seeing sunlight for the first time in days. It was brighter than I remembered. Almost painful.

I took a deep breath and then fixed my gaze on the king's men, standing by a wagon.

I walked over to them and handed them the pouch Bologal had given to me. The one I gave it to looked inside, seeming disappointed.

"This is it?" he asked in an angry tone. Now was my time.

"Better than nothing like last time, right?" I said. "If you want more, then go tell the king we need more workers in here!"

The two men looked suspicious. "Things seemed to go fine a while back, and you've only gotten more workers since. Just say it, the mine is drying out."

"Not at all. But the mine is getting unstable, and the risk of a tunnel falling in is keeping the workers from mining. We've already lost several in collapses! So we've got to focus more on supporting the tunnels, and guess what? You don't find a lot of silver when doing that. Though we would be done with it sooner if we had more people who could work on it."

"What do you expect us to do?" the other man asked. "We don't decide who ends up here!"

"Just go tell whoever does decide it that if they don't want to wait for weeks, maybe months, for better results, then they better get more friendly with the thought of sending criminals here. Alright?"

One of the men grunted. "Fine. We'll make sure that message reaches them."

Then they both got into the carriage and turned the horses around, driving off the way they came.

One of the bandit guards turned to me, looking at me with his eyes concealed by the helmet. "If this works, you've done good, kid. The keyword here is if, though."

"Even if they don't give us more workers we at least have a valid excuse for barely giving them anything for a while," I responded and went back into the cave.

The armor must be boosting my confidence; I just talked back to one of the bandits.

Bologal was waiting for me, hands on her hips. "Did it work?"

"They bought the lie, at least. Now we'll have to wait and see if they send us more prisoners."

A tiny bit of me felt bad for encouraging that more people were sent here. But they were bad people, right? They probably deserved it.

I followed Bologal to the armory where I was going to return the armor. But as I began removing the helmet, she grabbed my hand.

"Keep it on for a little longer, slave. We never got to finish before, so I wanna fuck you while you wear it."

Well, that was a bit weird... I guess. Though I put the helmet back in place and waited for her to do her thing.

She pushed me backwards and I landed on my back. Then she lifted my legs up and removed a few armor pieces to give her access to my ass.

She stroked her hard cock and positioned it right in front of my ass.

"Look at me, I'm fucking one of the king's guards," she said with a grin and pushed her dick inside.

As she began humping me, I felt my penis harden and press against the armor. It was happening more and more often that my body seemed aroused by this, but I still refused to tolerate it in my mind. And something that took away from the pleasure this time was the heavy armor that was getting really uncomfortable as I began sweating.

Bologal grabbed my hips and lifted my lower body as well, leaving only my back on the ground as she moved my body to match her thrusts. It was a pretty uncomfortable position, but at least she seemed to like it. 

I felt her dick pump in and out and heard her moans. My attention returned to my own penis and I caught myself wishing Bologal would jerk me off or something. I knocked those thoughts out of my head and instead focused on how uncomfortable the armor was.

After a few minutes Bologal came, moaning loudly and shooting cum from her throbbing dick. Then she let go of me and my lower half fell to the floor.

After my armor was removed and the collar was back around my neck, the rest of the day passed by quite uneventful.

When we entered her room for the evening after a recent dinner, I suddenly said something without really thinking it through.

"Mistress, may I have dessert?"

As I said this I had my eyes on her crotch, concealed by her loincloth.

What was I doing? Sure, suggesting sex instead of being forced to might be a sign of submission that would earn me plus points, But I was also willingly putting myself in a situation I wasn't supposed to like with no guarantee of gaining anything. Oh well, the words had been spoken and couldn't be taken back.

Bologal gave me a small grin and removed her loincloth. "Sure, slave. Dig in."

I dropped to my knees and placed my hands on her hips. Watching her dick rise and grow to its full size, I gave the shaft a few licks.

Then I opened my mouth wide and felt her cock fill my throat as I moved my head forward.

Swallowing it to the base, I rubbed my nose against her skin before moving my head back again and then bobbing my head in a fast rhythm, sucking hard on her cock.

"Mmm," I moaned, a fake sound. I looked up at my mistress and tried to rise the corners of my mouth into a smile despite the meat filling my mouth.

She looked back at me, hands clasped behind her head, showing her teeth as she smiled back. It still wasn't a completely friendly smile.

Bologal began moving her hips in union with my head bobbing, making it feel like her dick went even further down my throat. I sucked, licked and moaned as good as I could until her cock pulsated before filling my mouth with cum.

When I had swallowed it all, Bologal tried to move back to release her dick from my mouth. But I wasn't done. I needed to impress my mistress.

I held her in place with my hands that still rested on her hips. She was far stronger than me and would have no problem freeing herself if she wanted to, so my gesture was more to send the message that this wasn't finished yet.

Bologal stopped moving back and instead moaned much louder and more frequently as I sucked on her sensitive, softening cock.

After a while it got harder again, but Bologal's moans were no less powerful.

I moved my head faster and sucked harder than before, occasionally stopping to lick and suck her balls.

Due to her recent orgasm, Bologal lasted longer this time. I had to suck her off for almost twice as long as last time before she trembled slightly as her second orgasm approached.

"Oh, yes!" she moaned and violently thrusted her hips forward, grabbing my head to push it into her groin. She was being a little too forceful and it hurt a little, but I had other concerns. Namely, gobbling up her second load.

When all the cum from her orgasm was in my stomach, she let go of my head and I released her dick with a pop.

"You're getting fiesty," Bologal said, breathing heavily. "I like it."

Good, my efforts hadn't been in vain.

We then went to bed, and I noticed that Bologal slid her dick into me a little more carefully than before. Had I really drained her that much?

No, someone with her dick, balls and overall build would need more than that. Maybe she just wasn't used to continuing after an orgasm?

If so, I had just gotten an advantage that my predecessors didn't have.

With that comforting thought in mind and the taste of Bologal's cum in my mouth, I fell asleep.



An Orc's Slave Ch. 10



In this chapter we're finally getting somewhere with the story. It's nice to write something with a bit more substance at last, after so many pointless sex scenes. Wow, sure feels weird saying that on a site like this...

*****

It was time.

Today the bronze-skins would come to the mine to deliver supplies, and I would get to prove myself valuable in negotiating with them. Or, if things didn't work out, I would just make a fool out of myself and displease my mistress.

The last few days had gone by as usual, and Ebba had given me some more tips that had actually made things easier. How to behave, what not to do, even some blowjob tips. It felt weird talking about that, but I had been able to put it to good use.

And now I was sitting next to my mistress who was seated in her throne. We had been waiting for the bronze-skins for a while now, wanting to be well-prepared.

"Remember, don't look at me even once during their visit," I said to Bologal. "They can't suspect that you get advice from someone else."

I had told Bologal what to say, how to say it and how Shakim would likely react. In theory, it would seem like Bologal just had a lot of beginner's luck that would make Shakim think she was still as dull when it came to business, but her points would be undeniable. This way, Shakim wouldn't have to consider upping his game but simply tolerate that Bologal got a small, probably one-time advantage.

I had thought of the whole "price of silver changing" business, and on the other side of Bologal's throne was one of the most recent prisoners. It looked like my conversation with the king's men had paid off a little, which had pleased Bologal.

The prisoner had no idea about the current price of silver, but we only needed him to have been outside the cave when Shakim made his statement. I knew he had been lying, so we just needed a believable source to point it out. This man was the source. And he was more than happy to play along, knowing the fate of the other prisoners.

"If this doesn't work, you will be to blame, slave," Bologal warned.

I was well aware of this. In fact, it was because of it that I was currently fearing for my life. And I didn't feel better when I heard the marching from the tunnel leading to the entrance.

Shakim and his men entered the hall, the latter weighed down by the supplies they carried. They stopped before Bologal and placed their burdens on the ground.

"What a delight to meet you again, milady," Shakim said with a bow and pulled out a sheet of paper from his robes. "And as promised, here's a list of the current value for all sellable wares."

Before he could show it to Bologal, she spoke. Loudly.

"Put away that fake list, human! Writing on paper holds no value to orcs, and do you know why? Because writing can be by anyone. Voices can not. And I have a voice here calling you a liar."

She gestured to the prisoner who stepped forward.

"The orc is right," he said, sounding quite confident. He must be thinking he would be set free after this. Poor sucker.

"I came here only a few days ago, and silver hasn't lowered in price since then."

Bologal smirked and continued for him. "In fact, now that this mine is practically useless in the eyes of outsiders, us keeping almost all the silver to ourselves, shouldn't that make the price increase a little bit? I'm not stupid, I understand how supply and demand works."

Shakim seemed amused rather than surprised. "I would never dream of questioning your intelligence, fair lady. Though I still insist that you take a look at my list."

He gave the list to Bologal and she studied it with an unimpressed face.

"This could have been written by anyone," she said.

"Ah, but I ask you to notice the seal at the bottom. It belongs to the market's guild, it does."

"So how many times did you poke a guild member with a sword before he put the seal on it?"

Shakim knew that he wouldn't win this. There were too many excuses that Bologal could make, and he couldn't prove them all wrong. Though this was just a simple lie that Bologal was meant to see through. The hardest was yet to come.

"Well, I can see that you would rather listen to a lowlife saying what you want to hear than accept evidence, so very well. Ordinary price."

"What about that little thing I said about supply and demand? Surely if you can prove the price going down, you can also prove the price going up. Or would you prefer to only do so when it suits you?"

Bologal and Shakim continued for a long time. Occasionally I felt worried, but overall things appeared to be leaning in our favor. I seemed to have prepared Bologal well, and she always had a good response when Shakim brought something up.

Eventually he suffered defeat.

"Very well then, you may pay me a few percent less than usual. Provided I'll get those percents back when I come back proving that the price has not gone up."

"Make sure to get a more valid source than a piece of paper," Bologal said with a triumphant grin. "And while you're at it, get me the prices for all other items too. I wouldn't want to discover that I'm paying you too much for something."

"Yes, yes. Now I'd like to take next time's order." Shakim turned to face as many bandits as possible. "So, palers! What will it be? What can your friend Shakim get you to improve your miserable lives in this rathole?"

*****

When Shakim had made a list of supplies and gotten paid, clearly with less than he was counting on, he bowed to Bologal.

"If I didn't know better I'd be saying you're developing a nose for business," he said with his voice dripping with false admiration. "I better watch out, or else I might have to hand over these gloves to you."

Then he turned and left the cave with his men, not with the same happy bounce in his steps that he had when entering.

Bologal looked down at me and smiled. A pleased smile, but not a friendly one. "Looks like you'll be useful to me for more than just fucking, slave."

She then snapped her fingers, making two bandits grab the prisoner.

"Take him to the mine," she ordered.

"What? No!" the prisoner yelled. "You said you'd set me free if I did this! You bitch!"

"And give him a beating for his foul languange."

*****

Bologal closed the door to her room. Dinner would come soon, so I didn't understand what we were doing here. We should have been in the main hall right now.

"There, now we're alone," she said. "I didn't want the rest to see this."

For a moment I got scared. What could it be that she couldn't show the bandits? Was she going to kill me? No, that made no sense. Things had gone well, she had no reason to.

Bologal took a step closer, making me more aware of her height, and put a hand on my shoulder.

"You did well," she said, her other hand running through my hair. "Thank you."

She was smiling. And this time, it actually was a friendly smile.

I got a strange, warm feeling inside. Bologal was really being kind to me. I felt a need to respond, but I couldn't think of anything to say. So I just nodded and smiled back.

Bologal's smile widened a little. It was actually a quite pleasant sight, despite her big, pointy teeth and underbite. As long as it was sincere, I could look past those things.

"Come on, time for dinner."

We left her room and entered the main hall again. During dinner, Bologal acted as usual. Just as dominant, just as inconsiderate. Though after what had just happened, I couldn't help but think it was an act.

Ebba sat down in the chair next to me, putting some food on her plate and eating. But between her bites, she whispered to me without eye contact. 

"Looks like things're tippin' in your favor."

I nodded.

"And you know who to thank. And I know how you can thank me."

She glanced at Bologal, noting that she hadn't heard her.

"Tonight you'll take boss's keys and get out of her room. I'll be waitin' behind the door with more instructions. Think you can do that?"

I didn't like it. Whatever she was planning, it meant throuble. She noticed my hesitation.

"You're bein' real quiet, fuckboy. I'm just askin' for one word. Or have you just been usin' a poor lass to then toss her aside?"

I didn't want to say yes. If I did, anything could happen. Maybe she needed me as bait for something? Or worse? But despite that, I ended up whispering back: "I'll do it."

Ebba smiled and spent the rest of dinner eating in silence.

When dinner was over, Bologal and I returned to her room. The fire was going out; only a faint glow remained.

Bologal unlocked my chain and lifted me up, placing me surprisingly gently on the bed, lying on my back. Then she removed her loincloth and crawled up on top of me, her breasts hanging right before my eyes and her hard cock touching my ass.

"I'll be nice this time, as a reward for today," she whispered and slowly slid her dick into me.

While my ass was invaded by her hot, throbbing rod I caressed her breasts. Then I squeezed them, and then I kneaded them. All the while, Bologal moved in and out of me. And as she said, she was being more gentle than usual. It didn't hurt one bit, it only felt good.

I felt my penis growing erect, and soon after it was hard Bologal lowered herself, pressing our bodies together. My head was covered by her soft breasts and I could feel my penis rub against her hard stomach with her thrusts. The stimulation felt amazing, and I started moaning.

Bologal moved her shoulders to shake her breasts around, earning more moans from me. But the feeling of her skin grinding against my penis after not getting to cum for so long felt even better.

My penis was right at the middle of her stomach, with her impressive abs sticking out on either side creating some sort of valley. And as she moved back and forth as she slid her dick in and out of my ass, mine slid up and down this valley.

Her skin, the friction, it all felt so good. I needed more.

"Faster," I whispered. "Please, mistress."

I couldn't see Bologal's reaction since my face was still in-between her tits, but she granted my wish. Her thick cock entered and left my opening faster than before, and the rest of her therefore moved faster as well.

She pressed her body even closer to mine, trapping my penis between our stomachs. This just made it feel even better, and I got a feeling that she did it for that very purpose.

"How does that feel?" she whispered in-between her soft moans.

"Good," I moaned. "Really good."

After a few minutes I felt like I was getting close to cumming. Did I want that? What if Bologal got mad at me?

Though I didn't have to worry about that, because in that moment Bologal came. She pushed her dick deep into me and filled me with her seed. Then she lay down on me, leaving her dick inside and not moving. My orgasm got more distant again.

I was relieved, but also disappointed. Frustrated. I felt a powerful need to cum, but I had been robbed of that just now. And I could say nothing about it, because as a sex slave my pleasure didn't matter.

And on a side note, her weight was crushing me.

Eventually she pulled out and rolled off, laying down next to me and seemingly falling asleep. I was tempted to do the same, but then I remembered. I wasn't going to sleep. I was going to meet up with Ebba.

I lay still for what felt like hours, unwilling to act until I was sure that Bologal and most of the bandits were asleep. Then I quietly got out of the bed, picked up Bologal's loincloth and took the keys.

This was wrong. I was going to get into trouble. Possibly die. What would I tell Bologal if she found out? What would I do if she woke up this very moment? Maybe there was still time to turn back, I could put the keys back and return to bed.

But for whatever reason, I snuck over to the door and put the right key into the lock. Then I slowly, quietly unlocked the door. Opening it, fearing it would creak, a part of me expected not to see Ebba. Maybe she had tricked me.

But there she was. Leaning against the tunnel wall with her arms crossed, looking at me.

"Give me the keys," she whispered and held out her hand. I obeyed and she closed the door, locking it. Was she trying to imprison Bologal in her own room?

"What is this all about?" I hissed.

"No questions. You owe me that, remember? C'mon, boss might wake up."

She quietly but swiftly walked through the tunnel, much faster than I dared to. We emerged in the main hall, finding it abandoned.

"Shouldn't there be guards?" I whispered.

"I've dealt with 'em," Ebba said without slowing down.

What did that mean? Had she killed them? Knocked them out? Gotten them drunk? I stopped wondering about that and focused on keeping up with her.

Eventually she stopped by a door. I recognized it. This is where I first met Ebba. The treasure room.

Ebba unlocked the door and opened it, then she walked inside and pulled me with her, shutting the door behind us.

"Now can you tell me what's going on?" I asked, infuriated.

"Remember what I said 'bout only tryin' to escape if you got a plan so foolproof not even a blind chicken could fail? I got one of those," Ebba said. She was no longer whispering since she knew no one could hear us.

"What do you mean?"

"Just shut up and do what I tell you to do, fuckboy," Ebba said and threw a sack of silver over her shoulder. "Grab as many of these as you can and follow my lead."

I could only carry two small sacks while she had two much larger ones. She opened the door and walked out at a faster pace than before, despite her burden.

"You're stealing from -"

Ebba cut me off with a sharp hush.

When we got to the entrance I couldn't help but enjoy the fresh night air, but I also noticed the lack of guards. I asked no questions about it, knowing I wouldn't get an answer, and instead followed.

We walked out into the forest until we reached a carriage with a horse. My horse. And my carriage.

Ebba threw the sacks onto the carriage and I reluctantly did the same with mine.

"C'mon, let's head back in," Ebba said and ran back towards the cave. "There's plenty of room for more."

I followed her, slowly drifting into panic. What was I going to do? Obey? Warn Bologal? Run? And what could I do? Ebba would probably be able to stop me if I tried anything.

All I could do was play her game. And all I could think of was how to explain myself to Bologal. This was what I wanted. To be free. But it was the wrong kind of freedom. A freedom where I was still controlled by someone, and I would have an angry orc and her pack after me. An angry orc with a huge cock and a rape obsession.



An Orc's Slave Ch. 11



This is the first time I try my hand at switching perspectives. I prefer not to do that, but for this chapter it felt inevitable.

*****

As I put another bag of silver on the carriage, it was finally full. Ebba and I had been going back and forth several times to get as much silver as my poor horse Maggie could drag. Now there was finally no room for more. There was still space on Maggie's back to fit one person, though. Two would probably be too much for her when dragging this much.

Was Ebba going to leave me now? Or kill me?! Hopefully she just didn't know how much was too much for a horse like Maggie.

"Good," Ebba said. "One down, one to go."

"What?" I responded.

Ebba brushed away some braches that hid another carriage. One just like the one the king's men had arrived in when dropping off prisoners.

"I stole this thing and brought it here a few weeks ago. Boss didn't mind that no one showed up to take her stuff, and since no one came to investigate I guess no one else cared. Accidents happen on the road, after all. Wolves, bandits..."

Then she walked past me, back towards the mine. "C'mon now, fuckboy. That one's bigger and pulled by two horses, so we still got plenty to carry."

"Aren't you being a little too greedy? We're lucky we haven't been caught yet!"

"I've been plannin' this for much longer than you've been here. I got it all thought out. And I ain't leavin' with just one little carriage of silver. I wouldn't be takin' this risk if it didn't set me up for life."

I followed her, still not liking this. This felt so wrong. Not just because it was incredibly dangerous, but I also realized that I simply didn't want to do this to Bologal. She was finally starting to like me, and now I was throwing that away.

Once we entered the cave again I wondered if I should take the risk to try warning Bologal. Surely she'd forgive me if I did that. Surely she'd understand.

But her door was locked, so even if I could wake her up she would be stuck. She could probably break down the door, but could she do it before Ebba put a dagger between my shoulderblades?

What about the bandits? They weren't locked up. Right? Come to think of it, I had no idea how they were doing. I only knew that we hadn't encountered any yet. Which meant Ebba had probably killed them all. Just like she had done last time she was in a group of bandits.

Looking at the large, sharp dagger by Ebba's hip and her hand that was always cautiously close to the handle, I decided there was nothing I could do to warn Bologal even if I tried. I was powerless. A feeling I had gotten unpleasantly familiar with lately.

*****

After more work and no interruptions, we were finally done with the other carriage as well. Ebba climbed up into the larger one, grabbing the reins. 

"You take the other one," she ordered. "'Sides, it's your horse, right? You should be better at steerin' her than me. And don't even try runnin' off."

I obediently sat up on Maggie. It didn't feel right to put this much weight on her, but I couldn't exactly ask Ebba to leave a few bags behind. 

Ebba threw me my old clothes. "Put these on before we go. You'll be needin' 'em for step two."

I got back down on the ground and put on my clothes. It felt nice to be wearing them again. Except they were dirty and wet. It almost made me miss being nude.

I then got up on Maggie again and Ebba drove her carriage forward. I followed.

The terrain of the forest wasn't exactly ideal for carriages, but not completely hostile either. And I knew we couldn't stick to roads, Ebba being a known criminal and our carriages being full of stolen silver.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Far," Ebba answered.

*****

She wasn't kidding. When we arrived at our destination, the sun was already rising. We must have travelled for hours. Long, boring hours with no conversation or variation. And all the while I had been so, so tired.

But now we were here. And 'here' was a campsite consisting of a single tent camouflaged by leaves. The area was in a valley, completely hidden from sight if you stood a little further away. 

Ebba got down from the carriage and tied our horses to a tree. Then she removed some vegetation from what I now saw was a large, hidden hole. She grabbed one of the sacks and threw it down the hole.

"You gonna help?" she asked and I grabbed a sack as she told me. When the hole was full, she covered it again and uncovered another one. We kept going like that until the carriages were empty. 

Ebba sat down on a pile of leaves by the tent's opening. "Whew! Then we're done with step one. Now for step two."

"Which is...?" I asked, not expecting an answer. 

"Boss, or well, ex-boss, the orc, is gonna come after us. So we're gonna make sure the king-dogs come after her. You're gonna tell 'em 'bout the mine and what's goin' on there, but you're gonna leave out our involvement in it all. Then she'll end up in a nice, cold cell. Or more likely, she'll get a nice, cold axe through her neck."

I flinched at her words. I was going to get Bologal killed?

"But... We can't do that now, right? I can barely stand straight; I haven't slept in way too long."

"Then get some sleep, stupid," Ebba said and patted on the leaves beside her. 

She seemed way less serious now and was back to her usual, casual self. That and the fact that my eyelids could barely stay open made me take her suggestion and lie down beside her. I felt that there were furs inside of the tent and crawled deeper inside until I felt the furs all around me. Then I closed my eyes and immediately felt the sleep coming to get me.

*****

When I woke up, I was staring right at a sleeping Ebba. Her face was close to mine due to the small size of the tent, her hair was messy and she had one arm thrown over her head. She looked anything but graceful. Still, even now I found her to be beautiful. I didn't want to, her kidnapping me and getting me tangled up in her plans, but I couldn't help it.

Then a crazy thought popped into my head. She was asleep and defenceless. I could kill her now and return to Bologal, begging for forgiveness. If only I could reach her dagger...

I noticed that her other hand had her dagger's handle in a firm grip. I carefully touched it, hoping to slide it off, but nothing happened. I tried moving one of her fingers, but even in sleep she wouldn't let go even a little bit. I supposed that's what happens when you're at risk of someone trying to kill you every night.

I gave up on trying to get the dagger. Besides, I doubted I had the guts to kill someone. No matter how much trouble they were putting me in.

Ebba suddenly flinched, and before I could react she was on top of me with the tip of her dagger against my throat.

Then she laughed. "Sorry, fuckboy. It's a reflex, can't help it. Just try to not wake me up and this won't happen again."

She got out of the tent and looked around, seemingly searching for the sun.

"It's still noon," she said. "That's enough time. "C'mon, fuckboy. It'll take a while to walk."

"Why not take the horses?" I asked as I too got out of the tent.

"They won't get us there much faster. Hurry up, now. Every minute we risk gettin' caught by the orc."

We walked for a long time, and it was clear to me that Ebba was more used to it. I had often travelled on foot when moving between cities, but I and my companions usually stuck to roads. Ebba moved across the uneven terrain of the forest as if she had done it since birth.

Then I remembered. My companions were still in the mine.

"What will happen to my friends once we tell the guards about the mine?" I asked.

"Oh, them. Guess they'll be set free. Unless the orc takes 'em hostage and ends up killin' 'em. Unlikely, though. The king-dogs will think that the prisoners are all criminals, not very useful for hostage-takin'."

So they would probably be fine. Probably. That was good enough for me, at least for now. But then I started worrying about myself. I would have outlived my purpose once we were done with this plan, right?

"And what about me?" I asked, fearing the answer.

"You?" Ebba replied. "You're a lucky little lad compared to those suckers. You'll be stayin' with me and my new wealth."

"How do I know you're not just going to kill me?"

"You don't. But if you don't do what I tell you to, you'll know for sure. Just trust me a little, fuckboy."

"I'd trust you more if you kept less secrets from me."

"I had to. Couldn't have you run off to your orc mistress. I didn't know where you're loyalty's at. Still don't, actually. So if you earn my trust, I'll stop keepin' secrets from you and earn yours. That's a good deal, right?"

I had gotten nothing from her but guarantees. And guarantees meant nothing when coming from a backstabber like her. But as she said, I had no choice.

Eventually we got to our destination, a watchtower just outside the forest. I could see two guards talking just outside it.

"Okay, here's the plan," Ebba said, crouching among the vegetation even though the guards probably couldn't see us from here. "You act as if you just escaped from the mine and tell 'em 'bout what's been goin' on there. You can leave out the naughty parts if you want to, but make sure they get the gist of it. And remember, if you try somethin' you're dead. And those two are, too."

I nodded.

"Oh, and one more thing," Ebba said. "They'll probably want to take you to someone to repeat what you told 'em. Don't let 'em do that. Come up with an excuse to slip away."

"Like what?"

"You sweet-talked the sand people into givin' the orc a better deal. I'm sure you'll think of somethin'. If not, I'll be ready here with somethin' sharp."

I hesitantly walked towards the watchtower, and then started running instead. As I came out of the forest, the guards turned their heads towards me. I stopped in front of them, panting heavily to make them think I had been running for a long time.

"Thank the gods!" I panted. "Finally I find someone!"

"Citizen?" one of the guards asked. "What is it?"

"The silver mine! The prisoners have freed themselves! They're controlling the mine!"

"Slow down, citizen," the other guard said. "What are you trying to say?"

I took a moment to make it look like I was calming down, and then I spoke again.

"Some time ago, weeks maybe, me and my friends were trying to take shelter in a silver mine owned by the king. It turned out that it was run by bandits and they forced us to work there. Later we learned that the former workers, the prisoners, had taken over the mine and since then were keeping most silver to themselves, but still making it look like nothing had happened. You have to stop them! My friends are still there!"

"Hmm..." one of the guards muttered. "The captain should know more about this. A mine suddenly not delivering silver is something that's noticed. We'll take you to him so you can tell him everything."

"No!" I said, Ebba's words echoing in my head. I needed to think of a lie, and quick. Fortunately, one came to mind.

"I need to get back home right now! My family must be worried sick!"

"I'm sure a few more hours won't make a difference," one guard said.

"Please!" I begged them. "I've been away from them for far too long! I've told you all I know, just repeat it to whoever needs to hear it!"

"We could get you a transport home."

"I don't live far from here. Please, I have to get home!"

The guards seemed to consider it. Then they nodded to each other, as if finishing a discussion without speaking.

"Alright, then. But we'll need your name in case we need to find you."

"Thomas Castillon."

"Then I believe we're done. Thank you for bringing this to our attention, citizen."

With a nod to the guards I ran in the least suspicious direction I could think of until the watchtower was out of sight. Then I went back into the forest, surprised to see Ebba leaning against a tree close by. She had followed me, clearly.

"Good job, fuckboy," she said. "Now we're goin' back."

A part of me felt good about this. When I first came to the mine, this was all I wanted. To flee and send the king's men at the bandits. But another part felt bad about betraying Bologal. Just how far could I go and still get away with "Ebba made me do it"? Oh well, at least I hadn't specifically mentioned Bologal.

*****

Back at the camp, Ebba and I were sitting on piles of leaves in front of each other, eating lunch. Ebba had hidden food stashes all over the camp. Apparently nothing was allowed to be in plain sight. Next she'd be camouflaging the horses...

"What now?" I asked while I ate my loaf of bread. We didn't have any food that required cooking, as a campfire would emit smoke that could be spotted.

"Now we wait. Once we know that the orc and her friends are no longer a threat, we'll put all this silver to good use. First I'll pay off my bounty and be a free lass. Then we'll get spendin'. I'm done livin' in forests and caves. I want somethin' fancier."

I personally didn't mind the forest. The fresh air and sound of birds were an amazing change from life in the mine. But I too wished for something better. Though I was still worried that I wouldn't get that, or anything but a dagger in my throat.

"So you didn't kill the bandits?" I asked. 

Ebba shook her head. "Too many, too risky. Only killed the ones that would've gotten in our way. Still plenty left."

So she really had killed the bandits that were supposed to be on guard. I had suspected as much, but to have it confirmed caused a knot to form in my stomach.

"And..." I said, not knowing whether I should finish or not. "When are you going to kill me?"

Ebba smiled as she finished her food. "Dunno. Might be handy to have a merchant around. I ain't killin' you yet, at least. Maybe never. Unlike the company I usually keep, you're a scared little fuckboy. You wouldn't dream of stabbin' me in the back. Right?"

I nodded, knowing that I had tried. But I hadn't done it. Maybe I couldn't, even if given a golden opportunity.

"By the way, could you please stop calling me that name now?" I asked and ate the final piece of my food. "I'm not Bologal's sex slave anymore."

"No, you're not," Ebba replied and her smile suddenly became a seductive one. "But now you'll be my fuckboy instead."

She suddenly took off her fur top and I gasped as her breasts came into view. They were nowhere near as big as Bologal's, but still above average. 

"Like what you see, fuckboy?" Ebba said and caressed her breasts, licking her lips. 

I could only nod.

"Then get those clothes off. I haven't fucked in years and I ain't waitin' any longer."

I pulled off my shirt and then went to my pants. As uncomfortable as I was with this whole situation, this was something I could accept. Ebba may be a nasty backstabber, but she was a sexy nasty backstabber. And how could this make the situation any worse?

As I removed my remaining clothing, Ebba slid off her fur skirt. Out of sheer habit I partly expected to see a cock, but there was none. Ebba had an actual vagina. I had practically forgotten what those look like.

Ebba lunged forward and wrestled me to the ground, positioning her opening above my penis. Then she lowered herself, engulfing my dick with her vagina.

"Yesss..." Ebba hissed. "It's been way too long..."

She began moving up and down, soon riding me furiously. And it felt good. Really, really good. 

Though after being teased by Bologal for so long, I barely lasted a minute. I felt my orgasm approach way too soon.

"Ebba, I'm..."

"Shut it, fuckboy," Ebba interrupted. "Cum all you want. I ain't stoppin'."

With her permission I climaxed for the first time in I don't know how long. Ebba barely reacted and just kept going.

My penis was getting sensitive from my orgasm and I tried not to whimper as Ebba kept riding me without slowing down. The sight of her breasts bouncing up and down, the look of ecstasy in her face and the feeling of her pussy sliding up and down my length soon got me hard again.

I came several more times before Ebba finally screamed in pleasure and collapsed on top of me. I felt her body against mine, soft in comparison to Bologal's but still hard from her strong build. Her breasts that pressed against my chest were as soft as they should, though.

"How was that?" Ebba asked, panting.

"Incredible," I responded.

"Better than the orc?" she asked with a grin.

That was actually hard to compare. As I thought about her question, I was surprised to find myself recalling so much pleasure from my sessions with Bologal. Though this time I had been allowed to orgasm. Several times.

"Yes," I answered.

"Maybe I'm just sayin' this 'cause I haven't had anythin' to compare this to in the last few years, but I think you and I are gonna do this a lot. How d'you feel 'bout that? Fuckboy?"

"I feel like the name "fuckboy" has gotten a better ring to it."

Ebba's grin grew wider. "Goody. Merchant and fuckboy. I think that's enough uses to keep my dagger from your throat forever."

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Ebba was almost treating me as an equal, and she was now very rich. To top that off she was attractive and I was her fuckboy. I might be able to get used to this.

But my mind kept wandering back to Bologal. Was it genuine worry I was feeling right now? And not just for my own sake, but for hers as well? I still felt a gnawing lump of guilt when thinking about what might have happened to her.

*****

"How did you find out about us?" Bologal repeated in a stern voice.

The soldier who had Bologal's hand around his neck in a tight grip gave the same answer as before, trying his best to sound confident. "I'm a soldier. A grunt. 'How' and 'why' doesn't matter to me. All I'm supposed to be concerned about is 'what' and 'when'. Go talk to the captain if you want the details."

"Then you're of no use to me," Bologal growled and tightened her grip.

A few crushed neck bones later she let go of the soldier and he fell dead to the ground, joining his fallen comrades. 

"What now, boss?" one of the bandits asked.

They were a lot fewer now. They had been able to overpower the soldiers that had entered the mines, but just barely. Only a handful of bandits remained, demoralized by the casualties.

"We'll grab all the silver we can carry, and then we find a new hideout," Bologal said bitterly. "As well as whoever is responsible for all this."

"And who would that be? The bronze-skin?"

"Possibly. Though I had a different suspect in mind."

"Who?"

Bologal turned her head towards the bandits behind her, giving them a glimpse of the grim look in her face. "The only one who could have stolen my keys without breaking down the door. My slave."

"And he killed the guys who were on guard... how?"

Bologal turned back towards the corpses before her. "I don't know."

"Um, boss..." another bandit said. "We're one lass short. That Ebba woman. She's not here, dead or alive. Could've been her?"

"Aye, never trusted that one," another bandit agreed.

"Whoever did this, we will find the guilty," Bologal said, a bit louder. "Even if I'll have to find this captain and ask him who did it, I will have vengeance."

"What about the miners? Are we gonna leave them?"

Bologal thought about it for a moment. "We don't need them to mine for silver anymore, and we can't trust them enough to bring them with us. Kill them all."



An Orc's Slave Ch. 12



This chapter doesn't have much focus on our main character. Mostly because nothing special is happening him right now, so instead there's a lot of third person perspectives of other characters. After writing in first person for so long that feels wrong, but it's the only way I'll be able to go on in the situation I've put myself in. Also, it's been an unusually long time since the last chapter. Sorry about that.

*****

In a deep and dark part of the mine where little to no silver was to be found, Edmund, Richard and Nils were mining in vain. They were alone in this cave, separated from the other prisoners that could tell them what was going on. And maybe even what had happened to Thomas.

Then a bandit entered the mine, holding a torch that blinded the three friends that were all used to very dim lighting. Without a word he drew a short sword and walked closer. His three victims slowly moved away in fear.

"W-what are you doing with that?" Edmund stuttered. "We've done what you wanted us to do, right?"

"I guess," the bandit answered passively. "But sadly, boss doesn't need you anymore. So just try not to struggle and this won't hurt that bad."

Then a voice called from the tunnel leading out of the mine.

"Don't kill them!"

The bandit turned his head towards the voice while keeping an eye on the prisoners. Another bandit came running through the opening.

"Oh good, I wasn't too late. The other miners were killed before I got there."

"What is it now?" the bandit holding the sword asked impatiently.

"Change of plans. Boss needs some prisoners alive. She says she'll need some non-wanted faces for her plan."

"Did she say how many?"

The bandit shook his head.

"I see. Well, in that case I ain't getting any blood on my hands," the other bandit said and sheathed his sword. "Guess it's your lucky day, prisoners."

*****

As evening came, Ebba and I were sitting in the camp eating our dinner, some more bread.

"I'm so sick of this stuff," Ebba complained. "When I sell this silver, the first thing I'll buy after paying off my bounty is a big, juicy steak."

I was still worried about my future with Ebba. In theory it sounded pretty nice to be close to someone rich and pretty while also being her "fuckboy", but I doubted that she would keep me around for that long. She'd find someone better to sleep with. Someone better to help her with merchant stuff. I was replacable. And I didn't like that.

Also, I couldn't stop thinking about Bologal. I still felt bad about betraying her, and I found myself... missing her. Those times in her bed when I was sleeping with her warm body against mine, that kind smile she had given me... I even missed the sex. How was that possible? Right now I got to have sex with a real woman. Without any cock. Had I become gay? No, the thought of sleeping with a man was still revolting to me. It had to be something about Bologal. But what?

"By the way, thanks," Ebba said.

"What?" I asked as I was brought back to reality.

"You've helped me out big time, y'know. Couldn't have pulled this off without your help. Thought I'd show some gratitude for all that. Just don't get used to it, fuckboy."

"Well... You're welcome, I suppose," I mumbled. "By the way, how do we know when Bologal has been... captured?"

I still hated that idea. Bologal getting arrested and executed. And it would all be because of me. Ebba had thanked me partly for killing Bologal.

Ebba shrugged. "We'll stay here for maybe another day or two, and then we'll go to town so you can go check. Then we keep that up 'til she's no longer around."

"And if she's never captured?"

"If we're here for too long without any news 'bout her we'll just make sure to sell all this silver quick and buy some bodyguards. I ain't waitin' forever to start my new life."

I nodded silently. I thought about my possible future scenarios. Ebba could become rich and decide to keep me, and then we'd both live happily ever after. Or she could grow tired of me and kill me. Or Bologal could show up and kill me. Or forgive me, in which case my future would be uncertain.

I decided not to think too hard about my future. I didn't like my odds right now.

*****

The next day, Bologal and her bandits were walking through the forest. The bandits were carrying everything they had brought from the mine, mostly silver. Bologal was holding three chains with her prisoners attached.

A bandit that had run ahead came back to report.

"There's a watchtower up ahead, boss. Two guards outside, probably more inside."

"Good, then we'll send our new captives there to get some information. Those guards should know where the captain is."

"Are we really gonna look for the captain? Revenge isn't worth that risk!" one of the bandits protested.

"Whoever betrayed us got away with a lot of silver. So this isn't only about revenge," Bologal responded and returned her attention to the scout. "Show us where the watchtower is.

*****

Edmund, Richard and Nils cautiously walked towards the watchtower. They had been given very clear orders from Bologal. They just hoped they could carry them out without anyone getting hurt.

The guards spotted them and when they got close enough one of them spoke.

"Something wrong, citizens?"

"Yes," Richard said, trying to sound convincing. "Our caravan was attacked yesterday. We'd like to report to the captain."

"I see," one of the guards said. The other turned to his collegue.

"Lots of people in need showing up here lately, huh?"

"What do you mean?" Nils asked.

"Well, a fellow came running here the other day saying he had escaped from a mine -"

"Was his name Thomas?" Edmund asked, full of hope. He knew that the bandits couldn't hear them, so it was safe to ask.

"It was. Are you friends of his?"

The other guard knocked the one that had just spoken on the shoulder. "We're not supposed to give out information like that."

"Come on, they clearly know him. What harm could it do?"

"Do you know where he is now?" Edmund asked.

The guards shook their heads.

"Anyway," Richard said. "We need to know where the captain is. Could you tell us the way to him?"

One of the guards put a hand on his helmet where his chin was, meaning it to make him look suspicious.

"Tell me, how do you know the name of the young man? He claimed to have run away from a pack of bandits."

"We're not bandits!" Nils said. "We were captives as well!"

"Possible, but in either case we'll have to take you to the captain. In chains, just to be safe. But if you speak the truth, you got nothing to worry about."

"You don't understand, we cannot go there! We just need to know the way!" Richard said, knowing how suspicious it sounded but also remembering Bologal's instructions.

Bologal, who was watching from the forest with her bandits, noticed that something was wrong. The guards were drawing their weapons and pointing them at the three men.

"They must be trying to get themselves captured so they can tell everything," she mumbled. "Come on, let's stop them."

She and the bandits came running out of the forest and attacked the surprised guards. Bologal grabbed the first one's weapon and threw it away, wrestling him to the ground. They would need one guard alive.

While the bandits killed the other guard and entered the watchtower searching for more, and some of them grabbed their three captives, Bologal interrogated the guard.

"You are now going to tell me everything you told my pets," she said in a threatening voice.

"Or else what?" the guard spat out.

Bologal gave him a sinister smile. "Or else I'll fuck you until you tell me."

To illustrate her point she pulled her flaccid but still huge dick out of her loincloth, laying it flat against the guard's visor.

"Okay, I'll tell you!" the guard promised, the smell of Bologal's dick filling his nose and fear of having it inside of him filling his mind.

Once the guard had told everything, Bologal stood up. It had been him. It had been her slave. Why was she feeling... betrayed? Not in an angry way, but a sad one. Had she really trusted him? How naive she had been. Of course he would run and try to stop her as soon as he got the chance. Everything that had seemed friendly about him had been an act.

In an outbreak of rage, she lifted the guard from the ground, held him over her head and threw him back into the ground with a roar.

"Where do we go next, boss?" one of the bandits asked once she had calmed down a little.

"I don't know," Bologal whispered, partly to herself. "He could be anywhere now."

Something still didn't make sense. Why and how would he take so much silver with him? Shouldn't he have been focused on escaping, or at least try to save his friends? Someone else had to be involved. Like that Ebba the bandits had mentioned. Bologal wanted to believe that. She wanted to believe that her slave hadn't betrayed her.

*****

That night, when Bologal and the bandits had made camp in the forest and Bologal was asleep, the bandits that were still awake were beginning to doubt their leader.

"She's lost it, I tell you. She's reaching for straws. We should just take whatever silver is left and slit her throat."

The other bandits agreed. One of them drew his dagger.

"So who's gonna do it?" he asked.

None of them seemed like they were up to the task.

"What if she wakes up?"

"The things she'll do then..."

"Yeah..."

Disappointed, the bandit sheathed his dagger. "Well, I ain't doing it either. That orc scares the shit out of me. Let's just take the silver and leave. Then we can try to steer some guards in her direction to make sure she won't follow us."

The bandits agreed, liking the sound of that plan.

"What about them?"

The bandit who had spoken nodded towards the three prisoners. Bologal had intended to punish them severely before they explained the situation to her, that they hadn't been disobeying her orders.

"Let's set them free. They'll probably tell on boss and send the king's men on her."

*****

In the morning, Bologal woke up to a most unpleasant sight. No bandits. No silver. No captives. It was all gone. They had run off.

Infuriated, Bologal stood up and stomped at the ground. "Ingrates! Traitors! Everyone betrays me! Why!?"

When she calmed down, she took a moment to consider the situation. She had no minions, no silver, no supplies, all she had was the clothes on her body. Which was barely anything.

Yup, this called for some more rage. She continued stomping at the ground and punched a nearby tree, furious. She would find them. All of them. The bandits, her slave, and anyone else who might be involved. And she would make them regret what they had done to her.

*****

It was afternoon when Ebba and I came back to the camp. We had been to the closest town where I had gone to listen to gossip about newly captured criminals. There had been talk of some bandits occupying a mine, but no mention of any orc, which had relieved me.

Ebba sat down in the camp, letting out an annoyed sigh.

"The orc must've gotten away. Now she could be anywhere. Maybe we should go to plan B at once..."

I sat down in front of her. I was still worried whether or not she would keep me alive for plan B, but I had already realized that I had no power in this anymore.

We sat in silence for a while until a sudden sound of feet against grass made me tense. Ebba turned her head towards the sound like a dog reacting to a whistle.

The sound was coming closer. I knew that whoever or whatever was making it would see the valley any second now. And therefore us as well.

Ebba seemed to be thinking the same thing. She silently grabbed my wrist and gave me some sort of cue with her eyes, and then she quickly got to her feet, pulling me up with her. Then she let go of my arm and ran away from the noise.

I knew that she expected me to run as well, and I did. But I wasn't as fast as her. Why was she running, anyway? She was leaving behind all the silver. Of course, she had only a dagger to defend herself with, so she must be looking for a place to hide so she can take the intruder by surprise.

Once I was out of the valley I was no longer running uphill, making it a little easier. Ebba must already have been far ahead, because I could no longer see her. Maybe she had hidden, like I thought. But if so, where?

Then I tripped on something, maybe a root, and hit my head in something hard. My vision lit up with stars and then it went black as I slipped out of consciousness.



An Orc's Slave Ch. 13



I apologize that this chapter took so long. And I apologize that the next one will probably take much longer. See, I've had a hard time finishing this chapter, which is why it's so short. And the reason is simply that real life is getting busier and I feel less motivated to write this story. So I'll take a break now until things are sorted out, if they are. Otherwise I guess this is sadly the last chapter. So in that case I suppose we'll have to assume that Thomas actually got fucked to death this time.

*****

When I woke up, my head still hurt. With my eyes still closed, I tried to remember what had happened.

I had been running from something, not knowing what. And whatever that was, it had most certainly caught up with me now.

I opened my eyes, fearing what I would see, and realized that I was in a small cave. Through the large opening I could see rain falling outside. What was I doing here? Had I been dragged here by a bear? Or some other animal that was saving me as a snack for later?

I rolled over to see if there was anything deeper into the cave. And there was. First of all, the sacks of silver from the camp. But also something way more threatening.

Towering above me, Bologal was standing with her hands on her hips and a grim look on her face.

"I'm going to give you a chance to explain yourself, slave," Bologal growled with great anger in her voice. "If I suspect you of lying, I'll break your legs."

I shuddered, terrified of the thought, and told her everything. Throughout my entire explanation I was stuttering, fearing for my life.

"I didn't want things to go like this!" I cried as I was wrapping up my story. "I just wanted to please you better, not get tangled up in some plot! I'm sorry!"

I lay myself flat on the ground before her, awaiting her judgement.

"Because of you, I've lost everything I've worked for," she said.

"I'll do anything to help you get it back!" I pleaded. "Anything!"

"And you were plotting with someone behind my back," Bologal continued.

"I didn't know her intentions! And when I did, I could do nothing to stop her!"

"For all this, you will die."

"No!" I begged her, looking up at her and feeling my eyes filling with tears.

Bologal grabbed me by the neck and dragged me to my feet, and then she got ready to break my neck.

"Please..." I whimpered.

Then Bologal burst into laughter, letting go of my neck. "That should be enough of a punishment for you,"

A mix of surprise and relief washed over me. "You... You're not going to kill me?"

Bologal shook her head, smiling. "I've grown too fond of you, human. Though you did deserve a little scare for your foolishness."

I couldn't believe it. She forgave me. The misery I had felt earlier was quickly replaced by happiness.

Bologal stroked my cheek. "You are, however, going to keep your promise and help me. You're the only ally I have left now. So together we'll continue my mission. Okay?"

I nodded with excitement. I would happily help her. I still wasn't sure why, but did it matter?

Bologal's smile went from friendly to lusty. "We'll leave this place once the rain stops, and in the meantime there is a little something I need help with."

I knew at once what to do and dropped to my knees, eagerly licking my lips. It felt strange to do that, but somehow I had now come to a point where the thought of Bologal's big cock filling my throat turned me on.

I placed a hand on her loincloth, stroking the growing dick underneath, and with my other hand I reached up under her loincloth and fondled her huge balls.

After teasing Bologal like this a little, I pulled down her loincloth and her hard dick sprang free, slapping me in the face. Bologal chuckled as she kicked the loincloth into a corner, and I moved my hands to let them rest on her wide, sturdy hips.

I licked her thick shaft up and down, tasting the familiar flavor that I hadn't tasted in days, and then I moved down to her ballsack and kissed it all over.

Bologal frequently let out soft moans, enjoying my work. She didn't command me to get to the actual sucking, simply letting me do what I wished.

I sucked on one of her tangerine-sized balls, letting it into my mouth where it could barely fit. I gently squeezed it in my mouth, listening to Bologal's approving moans. 

Then I released it, licking my way up her ballsack, shaft and then stopping at her head. It was leaking with precum. I kissed it a few times, sucking up the precum, and then I opened my mouth wide and slowly moved my head forward, feeling her cock move past my lips, slide against the walls of my mouth, and then enter my throat.

Bologal moaned loudly. "Oh, yeah! So good to be back inside your cocksucker mouth!"

I looked up at her and smiled with my mouth full of her meat. It felt good for me too, to once again be sucking on her delicious cock. To feel the hard rod slide in and out of me, to rub the soft skin against the inside of my throat, to feel its heat, to taste its flavor, to be doing this sensual thing with Bologal.

I moved back, letting her dick back out before once again giving it entrance to my mouth. Then I quickly increased the pace until I was deepthroating my mistress with furious speed, gagging every time I swallowed her down to the base.

"Look at me," Bologal said, and I obeyed. I looked up at her to see her face of intense pleasure between her huge tits as she looked down at me and I gave her a lusty smile.

"That's right, it's my cock you're sucking," she said, almost whispering. "Because I'll never let anyone else take you. You will never be with any other woman and my cock is the only one that will ever enter you."

Those words somehow comforted me. I had never really been worried about being raped by a man, but knowing that Bologal would protect me from such things made me feel safer and happier. Though the idea of never sleeping with another woman again... There was something negative about that thought... I didn't really like the idea of never getting to use my own penis again, only pleasuring someone else's. Though I could probably get used to it. After all, Bologal had a delicious cock and her pounding my ass felt really good.

Bologal grabbed my head with both of her big, strong hands and moved it even faster than before while thrusting her hips violently. I gagged loudly as I slammed against her abs over and over and her cock pistoned its way in and out of my mouth with incredible speed and force.

Then I heard Bologal's powerful moan as she came and her cock throbbed violently, shooting streams of cum down my throat.

When I had swallowed it all and no more came, I hesitantly released the softening orc cock from my mouth and Bologal let go of my head. I looked up at her, finding joy in her pleased expression. I liked this position, kneeling before my mistress. It gave me a perfect view of her hard stomach, her large breasts and her face, and it made her seem so much bigger.

What was wrong with me? I was accepting my role as a submissive sex slave. That can't be normal. But I didn't see a problem with that. After all, I was her slave whether I liked it or not. I had wasted my only chance of escaping that fate, so I might as well enjoy it.

"Turn around and get on all fours," Bologal ordered me. I noticed that her cok was already rising again. Her stamina was incredible.

I quickly obeyed her order and turned around, leaning forward to put my hands against the cold cave floor. I heard Bologal get down on her knees and move closer to me.

I was trembling with excitement and nervousness. I wanted Bologal inside me again, but I worried that it would hurt more now that we hadn't fucked for a while. I just tried to relax, to make it easier for my mistress to enter me.

The sound of skin slapping was heard as Bologal roughly grabbed my hips with both her hands and held me in a firm grip. Then I felt the tip of her big, hot cock rub against my ass. She swirled it around the opening for a moment and then started sliding her cock along my crack with slow movements.

"You want my cock in your ass, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes," I whispered.

"Tell me how badly you want it."

"I want it so much... I need it..." I hissed.

I could imagine Bologal grin behind me. "Then I, as your generous mistress, will give you what you want."

She positioned her cock by my hole and then thrust inside. It hurt a little more than usual, but after a few slow thrusts in and out it was practically gone.

After slowly and sensually assfucking me for a while, Bologal suddenly stopped. I turned my head back to see what was happening, a worried expression in my face. I couldn't really see much from my position, so all I could do was wonder why my mistress wasn't letting me feel her blissful fucking.

Then she suddenly started pounding me at incredible speed, taking me by surprise. She laughed at my reaction, which was to scream and flinch violently.

She fucked my ass like a machine, so hard and fast that I was worried she would tear my ass in half. She moaned loudly, clearly loving fucking me. And I was loving it too. She was slowly fucking me senseless.

She started moving her hands to match her thrusts, moving my entire body to make the impact of each slam against my ass even stronger. I felt her huge ballsack slam against mine and my mind was filled with pleasure and the sounds of bologal's voice and our bodies colliding with each thrust.

"You're loving this, huh?" Bologal said through gritted teeth as she fucked me, trying to somehow go even faster.

"Yes!" I yelled.

"Say how much you love my fat orc cock! How a puny human like you are so lucky to get your little pink ass pounded by a mighty orc like me!"

"I adore your cock!" I shouted. "It feels so amazing, like a piece of red-hot iron in my fragile human body!"

"Yeah, you worship my green cock!" Bologal moaned. "You could never fuck any other race without longing for the massive, steel-hard, throbbing orc cock that only I have! No one else, not even another orc, can fuck you this good!"

"Yes, mistress! Only you can satisfy me! I love you, my strong, powerful mistress! I love feeling your thick orc cock invade my unworthy human ass!

After I had spoken those words, I lost consciousness. Again. But this time it was caused by something much better than tripping and hitting my head; I was literally being fucked senseless.