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Murkuk Ch. 01

By: MickJay



The furtive figure tiptoeing through the predawn gloom had been named Laura once upon a time, but that time was now long past. How long? Three months, perhaps; surely no more. But Laura was a human's name, after all, and the figure -- which squatted, urinating, among the gnarled roots of an ancient elm -- was no longer human.

Her owner was pleased to call her Murkuk, and though she had no idea what this orcish word meant, she responded to that name with an alacrity born of fear and anxiety. Her life was predicated on pleasing her Master, and if there remained an evanescent spark of pleasure in her existence, it came solely from satisfying His desires. 

Murkuk's stomach growled irritably, and she winced at the familiar pangs of hunger. She placed a hand on her frightfully shrunken belly, felt its concavity beneath her starkly prominent ribcage. Her Master was more or less indifferent to the care and feeding of his human pet, who was thus reduced to eating whatever marginally edible scraps she could get her hands on. The staple of her diet tended to be her Master's semen, and although he ejaculated copiously, there could never be enough to satisfy her ravening.

In this regard, at least, Murkuk was more fortunate than other orc-pets of her acquaintance. Her owner was the runt of the tribe, an orc named Gurgun who stood scarcely seven feet tall and weighed only three hundred and fifty pounds. As she was the only pet he had yet managed to capture, she did not have to share his precious ejaculate with any rivals.

As her mind turned to feeding -- to gulping down mouthfuls of her Master's semen -- she began to salivate. It was a conditioned response, altogether bestial, and as she wiped a strand of spittle from her chin she felt herself blushing belatedly. Little wonder that no orc-pet had ever returned successfully to human society after more than four months in captivity; they were simply too degenerate by that time.

Murkuk had already been branded like an animal on her forehead, the two-month-old scar still occasionally throbbing with pain. She had not worn a shred of clothing since the night her village was attacked and razed by the orc raiders; a thick leather collar encircled her throat, so tight that any exertion greater than walking left her faint and struggling to breathe. She had been pierced through both aerioles, and heavy iron rings as big around as her little finger had been plunged through the holes. A third piercing had been made through her labia, just below the clitoris, and an even larger ring hung there.

The searing agony of those piercings had eventually faded, and she somehow now found the weight of the big rings to be a source of intense arousal. She fingered the vulval ring as the last of her urine dribbled to the ground. She pulled on the ring, gasping with pleasure as her labia distended, her clitoris protruding from beneath its hood.

Her master, sprawled inside a simple lean-to several feet away, stirred in his sleep, and with a little whimper Murkuk jumped to her feet and rushed to him, still gripping her vulval ring. In her anxiety she mindlessly twisted it, grinding her teeth as her vaginal lips were painfully corkscrewed.

With a hearty groan Master Gurgun sat up, dragged his claws across the great mat of black hair on his broad protuberant belly. His organ hung down between his thighs, the enormous head of it in the dirt. Murkuk knelt at his clawed feet, clasped her hands behind her back and pressed her face to the ground.

Her Master spoke, a short series of piglike grunts and uructations. Orc-pets were never instructed in the intricacies of orcish, but most of them nevertheless learned it rapidly, for orcs were notoriously impatient with pets who did not understand what was demanded of them. And the language itself was, after all, a imminently simple one.

Murkuk understood all of the words her Master had used. He was hungry, and was commanding her to fetch him food; but first he intended to start the day as he always did, with a fuck.

"Yes, Master!" cried Murkuk in the language of humans -- pets were forbidden to speak the orcish tongue. "Instantly, Master!"

Gurgun leaned back on his elbows and spread his legs as Murkuk squirmed toward his pelvis. She gripped his turgid shaft, already semi-erect, and opened her mouth wide to suck the bulbous head. The musky odor of his sex was dizzying. Murkuk moaned, stroking the huge phallus with both her tiny fists. She felt the powerful pulse of rushing blood as the organ responded to her ministrations; her own pulse, thundering in her throat, quickened pace. 

She had been a virgin when the orcs carried her away from her burning village, but she had been laid open and impaled by her Master's implaccable manhood hundreds of times since her capture, two or three times a day. Nevertheless, she invariably felt a rising trepidation as the moment of penetration approached.

He hardened rapidly, his cock rising like a pillar of stone from his crotch. It was longer than Murkuk's forearm, his glans as big around as her wrist; the base, lost among the wiry black hairs of his pubis, was as broad as her palm. Beneath it hung the enormous testicles, each as large as one of her fists. Murkuk trembled, rubbing her face against the shaft. Then she leaned forward, pressing her sternum against the wide dark glans, and crushed her plump breasts together around it. Gasping, she rose and fell, squeezing the cock vigorously between her bags.

She glanced diffidently at her Master's face. The three-inch tusks which rose from his protruding lower jaw reminded her of little twin phalluses; the tiny black eyes, smouldering ruttishly, watched her intently, and the great glistening nostrils flared with pleasure.

Murkuk's loins were wet, eager to be filled. She quickly straddled her Master, dragging her drooling cunt along the tremendous length of his cock. Her legs were spread wide across her Master's body, her knees unable to reach the ground on either side. She planted her feet on the ground and squatted over him, her cunt poised just above his throbbing cockhead.

She lowered herself slightly, whimpering with anticipation, and her labia parted readily. She adjusted her footing for better balance and began to writhe, bracing her hands against her Master's massive chest. Her vulva gyrated noisily atop the half-embedded glans, her juices leaking out as she prepared to settle herself onto the enormous cock. Her loins spasmed with anticipatory pleasure, and she groaned.

Experimentally, she let her buttocks sink slightly, and her cunt yielded to Master Gurgun's glans. Moaning, she clenched her fists in the thick hairs of his chest, feeling herself stretched like an ill-fitting glove. Halfway down her progress was halted, and gasping heatedly she paused. Her nipples were painfully erect, the aerioles swollen and wrinkled. Her labia, tightly gripping the thick shaft, were engorged. She gyrated again, desperate to fill herself, and within seconds her juices had provided sufficient lubrication to continue.

As she sank lower, some part of her -- some fragment of her psyche which still clung to her dwindling sense of humanity -- felt a brief surge of shame; she found herself blushing at her willingness, her eagerness, to pleasure her orc Master. This was no longer an act of rape, as it had been for the first few weeks. She had learned to delight in it, to seek out every opportunity to offer herself to her Master. How could she explain to a human that this was the one pleasure remaining to her? How could they hope to understand that it was a pleasure more tremendous than any she had experienced as a human?

Murkuk imagined other humans watching her now -- her mother and father, if they were alive to see it; or the Miller's apprentice, to whom she had been informally engaged the previous winter. The thought further stoked her arousal, and her blush of shame was subsumed in the flush of a gathering orgasm. She forced herself as far down onto her Master as she could, until she thought he might burst her entirely in two. She threw back her head and sobbed piteously, her body aching for its climax.

She pulled herself upward, and her labia clung insistently to the great shaft it had been forced to accomodate, as if it were refusing to relinquish the source of so much pleasure. Then she thrust herself down, groaning hoarsely as she crammed it greedily back inside. Her Master grunted, his clawed hands raking the dirt at his side. She rose and fell again, crying out as the pleasure deep within her intensified, building toward eruption.

She rode her Master's shaft with fervent energy, her need swelling with every thrust. She panted breathlessly, teeth clenched, her face a rictus of pain and delight. Her momentary shame was forgotten altogether, her consciousness had narrowed to a single brilliant point: A cunt crammed gloriously full, grasping for an explosive consummation which was so tantalizingly near. 

She halted abruptly, so full of her Master's cock that it seemed to be obstructing her throat; she gyrated there, impaled, her head back and mouth agape. She put her hands to her breasts and dug her fingers into the soft flesh, twisted and wrung them violently. Her cunt spasmed and she shuddered on the threshold of climax. 

Her body, bucking convulsively, seized the orgasm it had sought so desperately, and Murkuk screamed as the great surge of ecstacy erupted from her loins, crushed her with an overwhelming force. "Thank you, Master!" she cried. "Oh god, thank you, Master!"

She felt another tattered shred of her humanity carried away by the titanic rush of orgasm as she gleefully embraced its bestial release. She grunted and groaned, squirming ardently atop her Master, her body shuddering and quaking. Further waves of pleasure shook her, their intensity diminishing only gradually.

Master Gurgun was still watching her, his own grunts growing more urgent. "Thank you, Master," she gasped again, overwhelmed with gratitude. Her body was throbbing with the echoes of her climax, while her Master's cock remained stiff and unyielding deep inside her. She resumed the steady stroking of his shaft with her hole, eager to extract his liquid essence.

For several minutes more Murkuk rose and fell, experiencing a second, milder, orgasm. She winced at the increasing soreness of her poor battered cunt, but she was accustomed to expending a great deal of effort. Master Gurgun rarely climaxed without ten or fifteen minutes of sustained toil on her part. The activity could be truly excruciating when her Master chose to be on top of her -- then his thrusts seemed to penetrate her to the very womb. More difficult yet were those frequent occasions when he forced himself down her bowels, and she would feel the bile rise to the back of her throat before he finally brought himself to orgasm.

For the first few weeks of her captivity, sex with the orcs had been simply torture, and she herself never climaxed. Then unexpectedly her body began to respond, quite against her will. Each time she was used her arousal and pleasure would grow, promising the fulfillment of some need previously unknown to her. When one day she determined to pursue this mysterious sensation to its ultimate end, it swelled precipitously within her until it reached a point of seemingly infinite extent, and then it incinerated her. That first climax was so intense she nearly lost consciousness, and thought she would die.

Now she reached orgasm every time she pleasured Master Gurgun, usually more than once, and she was vastly grateful to him, zealous to conform to his expectations of her. Thus had submission to him become her highest aspiration, fulfillment of his slightest whim the only justification for her existence.

Master Gurgun snorted fiercely, his sharp fangs bared and broad nostrils flaring. Murkuk moaned with excitement, still hammering her loins on her Master's shaft. She knew from experience that he did not care where he ejaculated -- whether straight into the dust or into the depths of one of her straining holes, he had no preference. She lifted herself entirely off his glistening cock, groaning with sorrow as she emptied herself, as though a piece of her soul were being torn from her.

She knelt between his knees, stroking him hungrily as she positioned her face inches from his swollen cockhead and opened her mouth wide. The tower of muscle lurched violently in her hands, spewing a stream of thick hot semen across her face and into her mouth. Her body shuddered, and she sobbed with joy. The scent of it filled her nostrils, the sharp tang of it seemed to sear her tongue. Master Gurgun came prodigiously, and she captured as much as she could in her mouth. She bent her head far backward in order to retain as much of the precious fluid as possible; it filled her mouth from the back of her throat up to her teeth, and spilled over the corners of her lips despite her efforts to contain it. She bathed her teats with the last weakening streams, and gulped avariciously at her mouthful.

Master Gurgun sat up, his lust momentarily sated, and Murkuk grudgingly relinquished her hold on his cock. Her Master growled a few terse commands and she listened obediently, still struggling to swallow her meal. She was to fetch his breakfast and then pack up his few belongings, just as she did every morning.

"Yes, Master," she said, her voice thick with cum. "Murkuk hears and obeys, Master."

She left the little lean-to and trotted toward the center of the orc camp, picking her way carefully among the scattered shelters and sleeping hollows of the orcs. There were nearly a score of orcs in the raiding party, and nearly three times that number of pets. The prestige or "rank" of each orc could be assessed both by the number of pets he owned and by his proximity to the central firepit when they encamped each night. Murkuk's Master was, by either measure, the most inconsequential of the orc raiders.

The first gleam of dawn was visible on the horizon, and all around her the camp was awaking. She heard several of her sister pets earnestly pleasuring their owners, their helpless cries rising in counterpoint to the gutteral groaning of the orcs. She reached the great firepit at the center of the camp, where a half-devoured carcass hung on a spit over the dying ashes. A cunt was already there, ripping off handfuls of greasy flesh to carry back to her Master.

Murkuk recognized her as Lubgush, one of the half-dozen pets belonging to an orc warrior named Master Thrashall, who was leader of the raiding party. Lubgush had been a pet longer than any other girl in the camp, and though they had never exchanged so much as a word, Murkuk looked upon her with a kind of awe. She approached Lubgush with diffidence, dropped to her hands and knees several feet from the firepit and crawled forward with head bowed submissively.

Lubgush took no notice of her, but glanced repeatedly back at her Master's shelter as she hurriedly tore as much meat as she could hold. Murkuk had never before been so close to Lubgush, and she eyed her now with fascination. Lubgush was lean, of course, as all orc pets were. Her pale flesh seemed to be stretched too taut over her body, her collarbones, ribs and hips starkly exposed, her heavily worked muscles bunched and bulging. Lubgush's face was gaunt and haggard, her nose badly crooked, and all four of her front teeth missing. Her eyes, darting constantly toward her Master's sleeping bulk, were feverish with anxiety. Her hair had been cropped very short like Murkuk's, but only haphazardly -- she kept tucking a long filthy strand behind one ear; another lock curled down over the large brand on her forehead.

Murkuk edged forward, staring, and Lubgush finally saw her. She pressed her cache of meat tighter against her heavy breasts, the grease running down her abdomen to her bald pubis.

"You're Lubgush," whispered Murkuk.

Lubgush winced, glancing around. Though communication between pets was not altogether forbidden, it was frowned upon. "You're Murkuk," murmured Lubgush, with a tiny flicker of a smile. On her battered, miserable face, even that insignificant expression seemed a startling transformation.

Murkuk nodded, encouraged by the ephemeral smile.

"Funny name," said Lubgush. She chewed one side of her lip vigorously, glanced again at her Master's shadowy bulk. "Know what it meanth?" she whispered, lisping heavily.

Murkuk shook her head.

"'Tight Rectum'," said Lubgush. She did not smile again.

Though this appellation was the very least of the outrages she had endured since her capture, Murkuk found herself blushing furiously. But with her shame came arousal, and this brought a curious sense of gratitude toward Lubgush. Eager to solidfy their new friendship, she hastily asked, "How long has Lubgush been a pet?"

Lubgush grimaced, her tongue pressed into the gap where her upper front teeth had been. This was clearly the lengthiest conversation she had experienced in a very long time, and she was growing ever more uncomfortable. She shook her head. "Don't know. Two yearth? Three? Or more."

Murkuk gaped, her arousal deepening. She envisioned herself after two or three years enslaved to the orcs, her body and face transformed like Lubgush's. With a gasp she reached back between her thighs and fondled her clit.

"Master Thrashall awake!" whimpered Lubgush, looking past Murkuk. "Lubgush go!" She scampered away without another word, rushing half-crouched to her Master.

Murkuk fingered herself for several seconds, but the faint pleasure of it was a pale shadow of the titanic ecstacy of being filled with her master's cock. Turning her attention to the carcass, she began to claw handfuls of meat from it. A moment later she heard footsteps approaching, much too soft to be those of an orc. A pet named Fugruj halted at the firepit and exchanged whispered greetings with Murkuk, but did not attempt a prolonged conversation. When Murkuk had gathered a sufficient amount of food for her Master, she threaded her way back through the camp.

Master Gurgun was already dressed when Murkuk returned to him. He had tied a brown bear's pelt over his shoulders, and buckled a broad leather belt about his waist. A dozen human heads hung from his belt by their hair, forming a kind of girdle around his waist. Murkuk shuddered at the sight of that horrible belt, nauseated by the smell of the tar which was used to preserve them. Somewhere, she suspected, the heads of her parents and of her younger siblings adorned the belt of one of these orc raiders.

She knelt, head bowed, and held up the food to her Master. With a sharp grunt, he snatched the strips of cold meat from her hands, devoured it hungrily. Several bits of meat fell to the ground as he ate, and when he was finished he pointed at these tiny scraps and spoke briefly. Murkuk understood all three of his words: "Slave eat food."

"Thank you, Master!" she cried.

She scraped the morsels out of the dirt and swallowed them with hearty uructations of pleasure. Then she gathered her Master's belongings -- his water skins, extra furs, hand axe, and several miscellaneous odds and ends he had collected over the course of the current expedition -- and tied them tightly to his shelter and bedding with a leather thong. The bundle weighed some thirty pounds, and she would carry it strapped to her back during each long day's march.

Murkuk had grown used to the merciless toil of marching, her muscles now tough and resilient after months of captivity. She looked forward each day with a kind of anxious delight to the unrelenting exertion and strain of the march, to the strident exhortations of the perennially impatient orcs, and to the harsh, breath-stealing blows from their leather quirts. Her state of arousal, briefly quiescent, now intensified once again as she eagerly anticipated the rigors of the day.


Murkuk Ch. 01



She fingered herself idly and glanced around, watching the other pets rapidly pack up their masters' belongings; in a just few minutes they would be ready to depart. Nearby, Master Gurgun was discussing something with another orc, named Volgus. Murkuk could hear their grunts and snarls, but could not make out any of the conversation.

But they were discussing her, it seemed. Master Gurgun pointed in her direction several times, as did Master Volgus. Murkuk's intestines were suddenly gripped with dread. Had she done something wrong? Would she be beaten? She had suffered only one beating in the last three months, early in her captivity when she had inadvertently collided with one of the orcs while rushing to obey a command given by Master Gurgun. The beating had lasted less than a minute and had left no lasting injury, but her body had never before absorbed such punishment. Her nose had been broken and she had swallowed two molars, and her eyes were swollen nearly shut for two days. She never wanted to endure another beating as long as she lived!

Master Gurgun and Master Vulgus both gestured forcefully at her, indicating that she was to come to them; their fierce expressions seemed full of malice, threatening violence. Murkuk lurched to her feet with a mounting sense of terror and stumbled to her Master. She dropped to her knees before him, her face pressed against one of his clawed feet, whimpering and trembling helplessly.

The orcs were laughing at her -- a horrible gobbling, slobbering, snorting sound. They were obviously stimulated by her groveling degradation, and she well knew that an aroused orc could be as dangerous as a feral animal. Even Master Gurgun, though notably lenient and indulgent for an orc, frequently enjoyed inflicting pain and hardship on her, whether fucking her in the ass or whipping her with his quirt on the march. She, in turn, savored the suffering he imposed on her, and took immense joy in the pleasure her Master derived from her distress. But if he were ever to lose control of himself, she feared she might very well be killed by one of his violent passions. Murkuk had seen more than one pet killed by an impassioned orc.

"Slave up!" demanded Master Volgus. When she had obeyed, he hooked one of his huge clawed fingers through her left breast ring. He turned and started to walk away, yanking at the ring. With a gasp of pain Murkuk followed, casting an anguished look at Master Gurgun. Was he finished with her? Was he giving her away?

Master Gurgun was laughing again, evidently amused by her dismay. He struck her across one firm buttock as she was led past him, a savage playful blow. She cried out, cringing at the sharp sting; but then, reassured by her Master's sportive manner, she grinned tentatively through her tears. He could not be giving her away, not if he were in such high spirits. Perhaps Master Volgus merely wished to use her briefly before the march began. That would not be too unusual -- she had pleasured half the orcs in the camp at one time or another.

She followed Master Volgus, struggling to match his impossibly long strides and ease the enormous strain he was putting on her breast. When he finally halted on the other side of the camp, she knew at last what was expected of her, and her stomach sank. Master Volgus had led her to the four-wheeled wooden cart on which the orcs carried their loot. Every day a pet was harnessed to the cart and forced to pull it during the arduous march. Murkuk had so far managed to avoid that torment, often through the collusion of her Master, who would deliberately pleasure himself with her while the other orcs were deciding which pet to harness. But now Master Gurgun seemed willing, even eager, to see her hauling the cart. Admittedly, Murkuk herself found that the sight of a pet toiling in anguish for hours on end was enormously stimulating. She liked marching near the cart so she could watch surreptitiously, and by the end of the day her body would be thrumming with arousal.

Master Volgus immediately began strapping the harness to her, pulling the buckles painfully tight about her hips, chest and shoulders. Murkuk bit her lip to strangle her sobs, and tasted blood. Volgus took her arms and bound them in a tendon-straining position behind her back, her elbows lashed together and her thumbs fastened with a thong to the back of her leather collar. Master Volgus surveyed his handiwork.

"Slave pain?" he grunted.

Murkuk nodded vigorously, whimpering, her face deeply creased with misery. She writhed in the straps to test their constraint, but they remained cruelly secured. Master Volgus observed her tormented contortions with obvious satisfaction, grunting softly. His organ was distending rapidly, and Murkuk felt a rising heat in her own loins. She squirmed more vigorously, her excitement fueled by Master Volgus's increasing stimulation.

She moaned hopefully, her eyes fixed on the Master's massive cock; it was still pulsing upward, lengthening and thickening, swelling with blood. Murkuk felt her heart in her throat, hammering against the constriction of her tight leather collar. Her ravaged cunt, still sore from its rigorous use earlier that morning, was nevertheless already drooling at the prospect of submitting to another savage fucking.

She had never yet pleasured Master Volgus, but she had watched assiduously when he used other pets. He was one of the most brutal of the orcs, his ferocity and prurience inextricably conjoined. He owned two girls, Urgurr and Fugkuk, and took great pride in their tremulous apprehension, which he instilled in them through regular rigorous thrashings. The two cunts did absolutely nothing without their Master's command, and obeyed him without question or delay, but they were nevertheless bloodied daily by him.

The thought of enduring a taste of that cruel mistreatment excited Murkuk beyond measure. She whined needfully, edging closer to the huge orc, still staring at his cock. She shook her pendulous breasts, causing them to sway enticingly for him. She could hear orcs in the camp bellowing commands to their pets, making ready to leave. There was very little time left! She took another mincing step toward the Master, guided it seemed by her ravenous cunt, so eager to cram itself full of that monstrous cock.

Master Volgus spoke, his words slurred with harsh laughter. Murkuk could not fully comprehend his meaning, though she understood the words for "cunt" and "fuck," as well as "fist" and "face."

"Please fuck Murkuk, Master!" she cried plaintively, her body shuddering with desire. "Please fuck Murkuk, Master!"

Master Volgus suddenly gripped her by the hair, yanking her head to the side. She gasped with alarm and turned in the direction he was pulling her. The Master positioned her in front of the cart and fixed her in the traces.

"Cunt pull hard," he admonished, brandishing his fist. "Or much pain!"

Without warning Master Volgus punched Murkuk in the mouth, little more than a half-hearted jab. The blow struck her like a brick, however, and she dropped to her knees. For several seconds she knelt dazed, held upright only be the harness. The lower half of her face was numb, but she could taste blood in her mouth and felt it trickling over her chin.

"Cunt up," commanded Master Volgus, almost laconically. "Pull now!"

He clapped his hands sharply together and Murkuk recoiled, crying out in fear of another blow from the Master. Seeing that he had already turned away, she leapt to her feet and immediately threw herself forward against the traces. Her legs were unsteady, her head swimming with stars; the cart did not budge.

Murkuk breathed deeply and strained forward again, a strangled sob escaping her throat; the cart responded with a loud creak of dissent. Murkuk advanced one arduous step, then another, her face contorted, and the cart followed grudgingly. Murkuk clenched her jaw, and realized then that both of her upper teeth were loose. But she ignored the distraction and trudged forward, groaning with exertion. The orcs were on the move all around her, striding past with their pets following behind. She knew many of those pets were watching her as she struggled, aroused at the sight of her and thankful it was not their turn in the harness. The thought excited and invigorated her.

She toiled on, laboriously accelerating to avoid being left behind; if she fell too far back Master Volgus would simply replace her with another cunt -- and then more than likely slaughter Murkuk on the spot. That frightful thought added impetus to her stride, and she soon settled into a steady gait.

Murkuk hauled the heavy cart through the rising heat of morning, for hour upon interminable hour. Her arms, bound so unnaturally behind her back, began to trouble her first. They ached awhile, and then cramped painfully. Soon after, the muscles of her thighs began to tighten. The pressure in her thighs gradually intensified, until the muscles were racked with searing pains. She sobbed and groaned piteously, but willed herself forward.

Her cries apparently reached Master Volgus's ears, for he was soon striding alongside her, leering down at her.

"Cunt move!" he growled angrily, raising his huge quirt. He struck her churning buttocks, and the sharp CRACK resounded in Murkuk's ears. With a breathless squeal she fought to pick up her pace, grinding her teeth together as Master Volgus whipped her ass again. Her jaw throbbed with a sudden brilliant pain as both of her loose teeth were torn almost free; she let this fresh agony overwhelm the duller complaints of her arms and legs. Plodding resolutely on, she wrenched the two teeth forward and back with her tongue.

One tooth came free in Murkuk's mouth, and then the other. She spat them both out wearily, along with a stream of bloody saliva. Master Volgus seemed to take this as a satisfactory signal, and after putting one last welt across her backside with his quirt he moved on. Murkuk, panting heavily, trudged after.

The road they were traveling was narrow and uneven, winding through the lightly wooded countryside. It had been poorly maintained since the first incursions of the orcs a decade ago, and was now little more than an overgrown hunting trail. Murkuk's face and shoulders were periodically whipped by the long supple branches of bushes and trees growing alongside the path; rivulets of blood trickled down her cheeks and arms. She could hear only the sounds of her own deeply labored breathing, the steady rhythmic creak of the cart, and the irregular spattering of the perspiration which rained from her body onto the ground.

The harness straps, tightened so brutally across her body, chaffed against her sweat dampened skin. Her hips and shoulders, bearing most of the weight of the heavy cart, began to ache ferociously. The pain was deep in her joints, as if the enormous strain might slowly pull her limbs from their sockets. Nevertheless she trudged on, sobbing as the pain became less and less bearable.

Murkuk was not even aware of having halted during the midday rest break; she was conscious only of a sudden flurry of vicious blows to her buttocks as Master Volgus whipped her awake. She must have collapsed the moment the halt was called, and remained unconscious even as the meager ration of water and stale black bread was distributed to the cunts.

She lurched to her feet, squealing incoherently, her head spinning with nausea. Master Volgus was bellowing at her, punctuating the merciless blows of his quirt with threats and insults she only half-comprehended. She retched violently, her knotted belly disgorging what remained of her breakfast of Master Gurgun's sperm.

"Yeth mathter!" she screamed, delirious, gagging on the half-digested orc semen which dangled in strands from her lips.

Master Volgus whipped her to a trot, then finally desisted. He bared his fangs threateningly at her for good measure, then moved on ahead, leaving Murkuk to plod resolutely forward. Her mind was numb, her body operating instinctively, without her volition. She gazed unseeing at the ground beneath her, planting her feet one after the other down that interminable little trail. 

Her senses were diminishing rapidly, mercifully -- she was dimly aware of the harness straps digging into her hips and shoulders, and of the aching muscles in her thighs and back; she heard only a dull roaring in her ears, and the strained thudding of her over-taxed heart; she saw only the ground rushing by beneath her, and her tear-blurred legs churning endlessly. She was wheezing, fighting to breathe past the leather collar fastened tightly around her thirst-swollen throat.

Murkuk lost consciousness again, blissfully releasing herself from the toil her body was enduring. She felt nothing, saw nothing, heard nothing. She would be butchered, of course, for failing to keep up on the march, but that thought only brought a sense of euphoria to her mind. Death would mean peace, and rest. Forever.

She waited in darkness, resigned to her fate.

With a sharp gasp Murkuk awoke, and jerked her head up. She was still in darkness, but it was not complete. Dusk had settled, and she was still on the trail. She could feel nothing, but she sensed the harness straps still on her body. She heard the creak of the cart behind her.

She blinked, amazed. Her body had carried on throughout the day, even after she had given up. She watched her legs driving forward step by step, though she could not feel them. How long could she go on? How long before she simply dropped dead from exhaustion?

The answer seemed to come even before she had finished the thought. The cart grew suddenly heavier, and she slowed rapidly. Within a few strides she had come to a halt, though her body strove to press on. She heard a sharp grunting, and only after several seconds did she realize the sound was coming from her own throat as she strained mightily against the straps. She heard more grunting, louder and deeper, and very faintly the sound of a leather whip cracking against flesh.

She felt a dull burning, which alerted her that the flesh being whipped was her own. With a sob of dismay she flung herself forward in the harness and succeeded in dragging the heavy cart for another stride; but when it halted again she did not have the strength for another effort.

The whipping stopped. Murkuk sank to her knees, head bowed. She felt powerful clawed hands remove her limp body from the harness, depositing her unceremoniously to the side. She expected at any moment to have her neck broken by Master Volgus, or to feel his sharp cold blade open her belly or her throat.

Instead she heard her own Master Gurgun grunt, "Slave pull good. Very good."

She opened her eyes and grinned dazedly up at her owner as he grasped a handful of her hair and dragged her fifty yards to the little lean-to he had already set up. When he released her she lay all but immobile, her limbs still numb. She felt a faint tremor in her thighs, and looking down saw the bulging muscles spasming furiously. She grimaced, though she scarcely felt the pain.

Master Gurgun had removed his skirt of human heads, revealing his huge semi-erect cock pulsing with arousal. He squatted beside Murkuk, so that his bulbous glans pressed into her ribs. Murkuk, despite her bone-deep exhaustion, felt her own loins respond immediately to this contact. She whimpered meekly, too weak even to offer her eager holes to her Master.

Master Gurgun shifted his hips, rubbing his massive cockhead hard against Murkuk's belly. He uttered a long, lingering uructation, gripping one of Murkuk's heavy breasts in his scabrous hand and squeezing it savagely. Murkuk cried out, arching her back, the tender flesh of her breast bulging between the orc's clawed fingers. Her Master's other hand was groping between her thighs, his rough palm abrading her shaven pubis, his claws seeking the huge iron ring through her vulva. Grabbing the ring, he pulled and twisted it, distending and distorting her swollen labia.

Murkuk writhed and groaned, clenching her jaws and her fists. Her lips parted in a rictus of agony, baring the gaping hole where her upper front teeth had been. Master Gurgun, seeing the disfigurement, twisted her vulval ring even more sharply and hissed with pleasure. Murkuk sobbed, lurching toward her owner.

"Fuck Murkuk, Mathter!" she cried, the loss of her front teeth causing her to lisp just as Lubgush had. Her fingers raked deep furrows in the soft earth. "Pleathe, Mathter!"

Gurgun immediately took her by the ankles and roughly parted her trembling legs. Murkuk gasped breathlessly, desperate to be filled. Her Master's cock descended toward her, a gleaming strand of smegma already dangling from the gigantic glans. Her labia stretched enormously as he penetrated her, and she watched with mingled fascination and ecstacy as the huge shaft slowly, steadily disappeared into her body. Murkuk cringed and shuddered as her Master sank deeper inside her lubricious hole, until she thought her pelvis might split in two. She threw back her head and uttered a groan of feral intensity, pounding her fists helplessly against the ground.

Master Gurgun, still holding her by the ankles, shoved her knees against her chest to improve his leverage and adjusted his angle of penetration. With his next thrust he embedded himself entirely inside her, his belly striking the backs of her thighs with a sound which echoed through the camp. Murkuk thrashed her head, sobbing ceaselessly, crying out with joy and desire. Her Master's thrusts intensified, his breaths coming in rhythmic grunts. Murkuk's body very quickly climaxed, though she was so numb with exhaustion that she was scarcely aware of it -- She felt only a muted flare of heat and pleasure in her loins and a sudden shuddering of her body. 

As the warmth of her orgasm suffused her limbs, she felt Master Gurgun abruptly reposition her body once more, shoving her knees into her armpits so that her pelvis was lifted higher. Murkuk grimaced and whimpered with anxiety, realizing what Master Gurgun intended to do with her. His cock, dripping with her juices, was bobbing just above the tiny puckered entrance to her bowels. She glanced up at her Master's face, her brow creased with dread, and Gurgun snorted sharply in pleasure. His cock descended, the broad head pressing lightly against her sphincter. Murkuk squeezed her eyes shut, whimpering softly; warm tears flowed down the sides of her face as she waited.

Master Gurgun's glans opened her forcefully, plunging through her vastly distended anus and filling her rectum. Murkuk groaned, her body lurching weakly against her Master's bulk as he crammed himself far down her backside. His engorged glans plunged into her colon and she sobbed piteously at the sharp throbbing pain of his intrusion. His enormous testicles slapped weightily against her buttocks.

Then Master Gurgun withdrew for a moment, and Murkuk snatched a hurried, quavering breath, anticipating the next agonizing penetration. She ground her teeth as he filled her again, the enormous shaft sinking even deeper into her body, its swollen head driven past her spasming colon. She squealed, her bowed spine shuddering.

Her Master's next stroke encountered less resistance from her bowels, and soon he was thrusting steadily into her. Murkuk's body gradually responded to the abuse, and her loins began to squirm with mounting pleasure. Master Gurgun was holding her knees pinned against her shoulders, her calves pressed to either side of her face; he plundered her bowels mercilessly, cramming himself almost to the matted hairs of his pubis with every thrust. He had never fucked her hole so deeply. She sobbed, attempting to cry out in pleasure to her Master, but no sound escaped her lips. She tasted bile at the back of her throat and gulped it down with a gasp of delight.




Murkuk Ch. 01



For several minutes Master Gurgun's cock pounded relentlessly into her, and she felt another climax building. Her body quivered -- a brief anticipatory frisson which rapidly intensified to a heavy trembling, frequently punctuated by violent shudders. Her loins erupted in orgasm, and she sobbed ceaselessly as the torrent of ecstacy overwhelmed her. Murkuk could not say how long it lasted, though it seemed almost as endless as her day in the harness had been. She was still relishing the lingering remnants of her climax when Master Gurgun suddenly stiffened, his cock firmly embedded inside her. She felt the twitching of his shaft as his huge testicles emptied themselves into her bowels.

Her Master released her and withdrew from her hole. She lay motionless, utterly spent.

"Tent!" grunted Gurgun, gesturing at his belongings piled nearby. "Move!"

"Yeth, Mathter," mumbled Murkuk, her mind numb. Listlessly she stirred, rolled on her side and sat up. She was trembling with fatigue, scarcely conscious. She could feel her Master's copious climax beginning to spill out of her gaping hole, and without a thought she shoved a hand between her legs to capture the thick strands. She lifted it to her face and lapped at the warm fluid, gathering more of it with her other hand. Several sticky handfuls tumbled out of her, and she slurped it greedily; then she plumbed her rectum with three fingers, collecting what she could and licking it eagerly off.

She crawled to her Master's belongings and laboriously erected his lean-to, laid out his soiled, vermin-infested bedding. Then, still kneeling, she fell suddenly to sleep, her chin resting on her chest.



Murkuk Ch. 02



Murkuk woke before dawn the next morning lying on her side in her customary place at Master Gurgun's feet, every muscle and sinew in her body aching. Her memories of the previous day were fragmented, the emotions and sensations commingling. She had a confused recollection of the agony and tedium of the march, and of the titanic ecstacy of her use afterward; her clitoris swelled as the memories swirled vaporously in her mind, and without a thought she began fingering herself.

The camp was quiet but for the cacophonous snoring of the orcs; no one stirred. Murkuk sat up stiffly, painfully, and crawled to the trees beyond her Master's shelter and squatted in the dewy underbrush, driven by an insistent pressure in her bladder. As she urinated, her stomach rumbled hungrily. She rubbed her belly soothingly, moved her hand up and felt her ribs standing out, then her breasts still remarkably plump and the huge metal rings piercing her aerioles.

Her bladder empty, she began rooting through the dirt and weeds to assuage her hunger. She had gained considerable expertise over the last few months in digging up morsels of food, primarily edible roots and insects. Clawing into the loamy humus she was delighted to uncover a trio of fat white grubs, each as large as her thumb. They squirmed fitfully as she shoved them into her mouth and chewed. The swollen bodies burst, filling her mouth with the juicy innards like a blast of semen. She munched heartily, gulping at the bitter fluids, then spat out the pulpy remains.

Already she was digging for more, determined to make the most of her few precious minutes. She scrambled after a cricket for several seconds, but it successfully eluded her. Frustrated, she turned her attention to the gnarled roots of a large oak tree, where she found a long pale earthworm. She captured it in her fingers and swallowed it down whole -- she had learned it was better not to chew a worm.

For another minute or two Murkuk scampering amid the undergrowth, devouring two more grubs and an earthworm, as well as the leaves of a small fern she had recently developed a taste for. She returned to Master Gurgun's lean-to feeling pleasantly full -- though in truth her abdomen looked no less concave than it had before her meal. She curled up wearily at her Master's feet, fingering her clitoris as she anticipated pleasuring him when he awoke. Within moments she drifted back to sleep.

Murkuk was awakened by a harsh kick in the stomach; she hurriedly got to her hands and knees, struggling to breathe. The sun was rising, and cunts were scurrying about the camp readying for departure. Murkuk realized with a sudden panic that she had slept much too late -- she had not pleasured her Master, had not fetched his breakfast, had not packed his belongings.

Master Gurgun was towering over her, already dressed in his bearskins and belt of heads. Murkuk whimpered with anxiety, expecting at the very least a strenuous punishment; perhaps, if Master Gurgun were angry enough, her own head would soon be dangling from his belt.

"Sleep over," Gurgun grunted. "Slave up. We go!"

He dropped his bundled belongings to the ground before her and turned to go. Murkuk did not waste a moment marveling at her owner's lack of ire; she leaped to her feet and hoisted the heavy pack onto her back, strapping it over her shoulders. Then she trotted after Master Gurgun, who was striding rapidly away.

The entire camp was bustling with unusual energy, the pets frantically preparing to leave. The orcs were in a state of excitement which typically preceded one of their raids. The pet Fugruj was harnessed to the orcs' big cart, already trudging forward laboriously. Murkuk slowed only a moment to savor the sight of the straining cunt, then rushed to catch up with her Master.

The orcs advanced for three hours, at a much faster pace than normal, and at midmorning they unexpectedly called a halt. The pets were herded together into a shallow cave, where they waited kneeling in silence while their owners conferred vociferously. After many minutes -- and several brief but violent scuffles -- most of the orcs departed, brandishing their stone axes. Only Master Gurgun was left behind to watch over the pets.

This was nothing new; Master Gurgun was usually the one chosen to remain behind when the orcs went on a raid. Murkuk was immediately aroused at the prospect of pleasuring her Master, and watched him eagerly as he turned back to the cave. He seemed especially irritated to have been left behind, his expression unpleasantly ferocious. He stalked toward the pets, but did not approach Murkuk. Instead he went straight to Kugkuh, one of Thrashall's cunts. 

Kugkuh had been captured in the same raid as Murkuk, had been from the same village; they had known each other quite well. Her human name had been Heather or Hyacinth or something of the sort, Murkuk could not remember now. She had been a beautiful girl, slender and auburn-haired, two years younger than Murkuk. Several months in Master Thrashall's collar had left her in the same state as the other pets, but something of her beauty was nevertheless discernable beneath the grime and misery on her face.

Master Gurgun barked a command, and Kugkuh immediately offered herself on hands and knees. Gurgun positioned himself, while nearby pets edged as close as they dared to watch. Kugkuh's hearty groans echoed in the dank cave. Murkuk, frustrated and envious, began to stroke her clitoris avidly, craning her neck to watch. Most of the pets around her were doing the same, gasping and panting softly.

She reached a climax just as Kugkuh's cries rose to a breathless crescendo. Other pets began cumming as well, their moans echoing throughout the cave. But Master Gurgun of course had not finished; he repositioned Kugkuh and continued pummeling her hole, using her with as much vehemence as he had used Murkuk the evening before.

Murkuk's attention began to wander, though she did not stop fingering herself. The pets had not been watered or fed before the orcs had departed, and her throat was parched, her stomach growling. Beside her, a diminutive blonde pet whined miserably.

"Mikdur's hungry," whimpered the pet, one fist pressed to her belly. "Why'd the Masters leave so fast? Why'd we not get food?"

Mikdur's voice echoed loudly in the cave, and Murkuk attempted to shush her, but was prevented by the lack of her two front teeth. "Quiet!" she said. "Mathter Gurgun'll break Mikdur'th neck if she don't shut up."

"Mikdur's hungry," repeated the blonde sullenly, whispering.

Urgurr, one of Master Volgus's unfortunate sluts, leaned across from Murkuk's other side. She had lost her right eye to one of her Master's rages at some point in the last three weeks, and the empty socket had been raggedly sewn shut with threads of yellowy sinew. "The Masters went on a raid," she murmured, very quietly. "That's why they left so fast."

"Where we at?" asked Mikdur.

"Don't know," said Urgurr, shrugging. "But Urgurr heard Master say this's the biggest human city in a hundred miles. Even got a wall. Master said it's protected by a knight!"

"What if all our Masters are killed?" asked Mikdur, pitching her voice so low that Murkuk could barely hear her over the ceaseless moans around them. For an anxious moment Murkuk feared for her Master's safety, until she remembered that He was here in the cave with them.

"If the orcs are killed," mumbled Urgurr, "then the pets might be freed."

Murkuk's eyes widened. Freedom!

She frowned. "Humanth wouldn't take uth back. Theyd jutht kill uth."

Urgurr's one bloodshot eye burned with anger. "We're not tainted yet," she averred, and glanced at Mikdur for support. Mikdur merely stared at Murkuk.

"Urgurr ith pierthed!" said Murkuk heatedly, seizing one of the huge iron rings hanging from Urgurr's breasts. "Urgurr ith branded!"

Urgurr scowled angrily. "Urgurr's only been a pet three months! Urgurr's human. Lubgush is the one they'll kill. She's the only one who's been a pet too long!"

Murkuk reached between Urgurr's legs and rubbed her fingers against the girl's labia and clitoris; Urgurr did not retreat from the contact, instead sighed and even smiled at the conciliatory gesture. Murkuk slowly twisted Urgurr's heavy breast ring, which she still held. "Murkuk ith thorry," she murmured. "She didn't mean to make Urgurr mad."

Within seconds, Urgurr's vulva was drooling profusely. She uttered a little moan, closed her eye and gyrated her hips with pleasure.

"Urgurr'th jutht another pet like Lubgush," Murkuk purred. "Like Murkuk."

Urgurr's face darkened with fear. "No," she whispered, shaking her head. "Murkuk's a pet. Murkuk and Lubgush." Her eye glistened with welling tears, which she wiped away angrily. "Urgurr's still human!"

Urgurr turned away, crawled through the press of female bodies to put some distance between herself and Murkuk. Mikdur stared after her for several moments, then gazed down at her own small breasts drooping under the weight of their heavy rings.
"Will the humans really kill all the orc pets?" she asked, fingering the big ring which pierced her vulva.

Murkuk shrugged. "Don't know," she said. "They might."

Mikdur licked her lips and swallowed. "Then Mikdur hopes the Masters kill all the humans."

Murkuk nodded in silence.

The orc raiders returned shortly before dusk. The humans must have offered stiff resistance, for the orcs were in high spirits and many of them were wounded. One of them appeared to have been struck in the mouth with a heavy mace, while another had lost his left arm above the elbow. Master Volgus was holding closed a grevious sword wound in his abdomen; shortly after his return his strength failed him and he fell dead, his intestines uncoiling noisily onto the ground.

But Master Volgus's death did not temper the enthusiasm of the other orcs, who were intent on celebrating their spectacular success. They had brought back with them a dozen comely females, stripped naked and leashed by the necks one to another. These captives huddled cowering just outside the cave while the orcs raised a massive bonfire.

Master Gurgun had left the cave to greet the orcs, while the pets waited quietly to be summoned by their Masters. Murkuk could not take her eyes from the new girls. They were all so very beautiful, so plump and radiant -- so human! Most of them were trembling with terror, perhaps expecting to be roasted alive on the great bonfire the Masters were erecting. Indeed, one of them would feed that fire as a sacrifice to the orcs' insatiable gods, but the others were destined to live the rest of their short brutish lives as pets.

Murkuk crawled toward the mouth of the cave, wanting a closer look at the new females. She had never seen so many captured at one time, and their presence stirred something deep inside her -- a queer sense of nostalgia. The other pets also seemed enthralled by the collected captives; normally they would jeer and taunt any new girls who were dragged back to camp, but now they were silent and watchful.

Murkuk crept closer on hands and knees, and was ten feet away when one of the girls noticed her for the first time. The girl gasped sharply and pointed, one hand covering her mouth. The others looked where she was pointing, and seeing Murkuk they recoiled in horror.

Murkuk sat on her haunches, blinking inquisitively; the human females stared at her with revulsion. One of them sobbed loudly. Murkuk licked her lips, glanced quickly at the orc Masters, then crept forward again on all fours.

The closest girl, a dark-haired beauty no older than Murkuk, tried to edge away from her, whimpering piteously. Murkuk advanced again and tentatively extended one hand toward the girl, wishing to touch her long lustrous hair. The girl moaned, eyes rolling with fright as Murkuk's fingertips gently stroked the soft hair. Murkuk slipped her other hand down between her own thighs, absently rubbing her slick vulva.

The next girl on the leash swatted at Murkuk's hand, scowling with disgust. Murkuk cringed away instinctively.

"Filthy beast!" cried the girl who had struck her. "Go away!"

Murkuk, still rubbing herself, gazed at the girl's feet. "Murkuk'th not a beatht," she said. Then she straightened her back, thrust out her ringed breasts, and said with sudden conviction, "Murkuk'th a pet!"

With a feral grin Murkuk shook her breasts ardently at the captives, her big rings clattering together. She shoved two fingers into her cunt and fucked herself while the human females stared, aghast. Their horror and disgust stoked her arousal, and she was about to cum when she noticed one of the orcs approaching. He was a huge warrior named Korduth, his body streaked with gore, and several fresh heads hung from his already well-laden belt. Whining anxiously, Murkuk abandoned her masturbating to face the orc on her knees, pressing her forehead to the ground. She trembled violently as the orc loomed over her.

"Who's slave you?!" demanded Korduth.

"Mathter Gurgun ownth Murkuk, Mathter!" Murkuk cried.

"Gurgun tell slave to talk to new slaves?" he grunted.

"No, Mathter!"

"Bad slave!" snarled the orc.

"Pleathe, Mathter," she begged, her voice tremulous. "Pleathe fuck Murkuk, Mathter!"

Master Korduth hauled Murkuk to her feet by the hair, then held his fist in front of her face. It seemed as large as Murkuk's head. The knuckles were nearly brushing her lips, and with a small moan she kissed it reverently; then she waited, whimpering softly, her eyes fixed on the massive fist which was now poised to strike. The orc groped her roughly with his other hand, squeezing and twisting one of her breasts, then the other. Murkuk's bladder emptied itself, the warm piss trickling down her thighs.

The orc smiled, wide and terrible, his long fangs bared ferociously; then he struck her full in the face. Murkuk fell in a heap, clawing the ground as she writhed in agony, blood streaming from her nose.

"Slave up!" snarled Master Korduth, relishing his recreation.

"Yeth, Mathter!"

Sobbing, Murkuk got to her knees. "Thank you, Mathter," she gasped, her voice thick with blood. 

"Slave pull cart tomorrow," decreed the orc.

"Yeth, Mathter," said Murkuk. Dazed, she stared at Master Korduth's huge engorged cock pulsing beneath his belt of heads. Her face drifted forward, among the reeking rotting heads of dead humans, and kissed his shaft. "Pleathe, Mathter," she begged again. "Pleathe fuck Murkuk, Mathter."

"Good slave!" grunted Korduth. "Back to cave. Now!"

"Yeth, Mathter," gasped Murkuk, hurrying away. She ran crouching past the human females who shrank back, staring at her bloody swollen face. Murkuk longed to see them all collared and branded, groveling at the orcs' feet -- particularly the blonde cow who had struck her hand and called her a beast. When she reached the cave, Murkuk crawled among the other pets and glared at the blonde, masturbating as she imagined the girl enduring daily degradations.

The orcs celebrated the success of their raid far into the night, and all of the new girls were put to heavy use. Murkuk enjoyed seeing the blonde suffer the pleasure of no fewer than three orcs, including Master Thrashall himself. Initially she bit and clawed at the orcs, until a series of cuffs left her dazed; she offered no further resistance.

From the cave, the orc pets watched with rapt attention, driven to states of overwhelming arousal by the sights and sounds before them. Murkuk fingered herself to multiple orgasms, but still her body ached to be impaled by one of the Masters' tremendous shafts. Seeing Master Gurgun ten yards away waiting impatiently for a turn with one of the new cunts, Murkuk turned her ass toward him and gyrated ruttishly, proffering her holes to him.

He took no notice of her, nor did any of the orcs, but that did not deter half a dozen other pets from joining Murkuk; they knelt at the mouth of the cave, their faces pressed to the ground and asses thrust in the air, grinding their hips and masturbating. To Murkuk's dismay the pet beside her, a brunette named Jujmuk, succeeded in enticing one of the idle orcs to use her. He crammed himself inside her drooling cunt and she came almost instantly, enjoying an orgasm which seemed to sustain itself for the full quarter hour he hammered away at her. When the orc finally abandoned Jujmuk's hole, Murkuk hurriedly offered her own holes, shaking her ass excitedly. She earned herself only a stinging blow to her buttocks, delivered so forcefully that tears sprang into her eyes. She sobbed and scrambled away, back into the cave among the pets. From there she watched the orcs continue their victory orgy for another hour.

Afterward, the human females were left chained together at the entrance of the cave. Several appeared catatonic; the rest were clutching one another, crying ceaselessly. The orcs fed on the carcass spitted above the fire, tossing the bones and gristle to the puling pets. Murkuk succeeded in scavanging a sizable bone still dripping with grease. She sucked and gnawed at it ravenously, buffeted by the sluts surrounding her, until one of them managed to snatch the bone away from her hands. Murkuk contented herself with licking the juice from her fingers.

After the orcs had eaten, they fell into an obstreperous debate over the division of spoils. Master Thrashall ultimately claimed two of the human cunts for himself, including the blonde girl whom Murkuk so assiduously resented. Master Gurgun, having taken no part in the raid, was not entitled to any of the captives. He stood apart, brooding silently, while the orcs argued.

When all of the females were claimed, Gurgun approached Thrashall with uncharacteristic boldness and spoke to him at length, gesturing frequently at the new captives, the old pets, and Volgus's corpse lying all but forgotten nearby. Master Thrashall responded with a grunt and a curt nod, then he turned and immediately approached the pets in the cave.

"Urgurr!" bellowed Thrashall. "Fugkuk! Here!"

The two sluts, formerly the property of Master Volgus, rushed out of the cave to kneel at the towering orc's feet. They pressed their faces flat against the ground, thrust their buttocks high and waited trembling for their fates to be decreed. There had been a handful of fatalities among the orcs over the last few months, but all of them had come at the hands of other orcs during the internecine quarrels in camp; in those cases, all of the dead orc's belongings, including his pets, became the property of his killer. Now Urgurr and Fugkuk were ownerless, unclaimed.

Murkuk watched with rising dismay; clearly her Master had precipitated this event with the intention of taking one of the two cunts for himself. Murkuk would then be forced to compete with another pet for Master Gurgun's attention, interest, and even food. The very thought of it frightened her. She gnawed at her lip and listened nervously as Master Thrashall addressed the orcs. 

Many of the words he used surpassed her understanding. He spoke of Volgus and his qualities of klaarsh mok uttruka, then praised those orcs who had shown much arllesh bellok during the day's raid. The words meant nothing to Murkuk, but the orcs responded with prideful gnashing of teeth and spirited chest-thumping. At length Master Thrashall singled out Master Korduth, and awarded him possession of the pet Fugkuk.

Master Thrashall then announced that he himself would take the remaining slut. Hearing this Murkuk breathed a sigh of relief, glancing at Master Gurgun. Her owner was scowling, his nostrils flaring with anger. She knew the look well enough to be terrified at the sight of it.

Gurgun stepped forward and interposed himself between the bigger orc and Urgurr. "Gurgun want that one!" he declared.




Murkuk Ch. 02



Thrashall's instant reaction was an admonitory growl. "Thrashall is chief," he snarled. "Thrashall takes!"

"Thrashall always take the best!" Gurgun barked. "Leaves ugly shit-eaters for rest of us!"

Murkuk watched the vehement exchange with sudden alarm. Her Master in his frustration was recklessly challenging the mightiest orc in the camp! She whimpered with fear, anxiously clutching her heavy breasts and digging her clawed fingers deep into the tender flesh. She squeezed and twisted them compulsively, scarcely conscious of the pain she was inflicting.

Thrashall glowered down at the smaller orc, baring his hideous fangs. "If Gurgun want, Gurgun must take!"

With a great roar, Master Gurgun drew the heavy stone axe which hung from his belt and raised it to strike his opponent. Thrashall caught Gurgun's wrist before the blow could fall, then snatched the axe from his grasp. With a contemptuous sneer he embedded the doubleheaded blade in Gurgun's skull.

Gurgun remained on his feet for several seconds, then slowly toppled backward over Urgurr's cowering body.

Murkuk gasped, crushing and grinding her breasts together with the heels of her palms as she stared at her fallen Master. She glanced furtively at Master Thrashall, who was standing over his dead rival casting insults at the quivering corpse. Abruptly he looked up, glared into the mass of pets watching from the cave.

"Where Gurgun's slave?" he demanded.

All of the pets kneeling near Murkuk immediately shrank away from her. She was still savagely wringing her breasts, her face contorted in a rictus of shock and pain as she stared at Master Gurgun's corpse.

"Slave! Come!" called Master Thrashall, and the sharp edge of his voice cut through Murkuk's stupor. Without a thought she obeyed, lurching to her feet and stumbling in haste to the orc. She dropped to her knees beside Urgurr, who was hunched under Gurgun's sprawled legs, whimpering softly.

Master Thrashall reached down and grasped a handful of Murkuk's hair, lifted her effortlessly into the air so that her face was level with his own. She hung there, writhing and grimacing, as the giant orc inspected her body. He groped her roughly with his free hand, squeezing her thighs and breasts, exploring her wet vulva.

"What slave called?" he snarled, working one clawed finger deep into her vagina. 

Murkuk cringed, her feet kicking weakly. "Murkuk, Mathter!" she moaned.

"Thrashall's new slave just called 'Kuk' now," said the orc. He removed his finger from her hole, released her hair to let her fall back to the ground. She fell hard, grunting as the air was knocked from her lungs, then scrambled to kneel again at her new Master's feet, pressing her face hard against the ground even as she strove to catch her breath.

"Thank you, Mathter!" she gasped, her mind reeling with the sudden change in her fortune. Master Thrashall owned at least half dozen pets in addition to herself, all of whom would be competing for attention and food. She gyrated her hips energetically in an earnest attempt to entice and please her new owner.

"New slaves go set up tent," commanded Master Thrashall, turning away from the two sluts.

"Yeth, Mathter!" cried Kuk. "Immediately, Mathter!" She rose and rushed back into the cave, while Urgurr struggled to disentangle herself from Gurgun's legs. Kuk hastened to the back of the cave, where the orcs' belongings were haphazardly stacked.

Urgurr joined her a minute later. "Does Murkuk know which one is the Master's?" she asked.

"Thith one called Kuk now," said Kuk, ignoring the question.

"Hmmph. Kuk is stupid," muttered Urgurr. She joined the search for a few moments, grabbed one of the bundles and dragged it laboriously out of the pile. "Urgurr asked Lubgush what Master's pack looks like. This is it."

Kuk scowled, but said nothing. Urgurr shouldered the heavy pack with some difficulty; then, bent under its weight, she trudged out of the cave, stumbling repeatedly over pets who were wedged too tightly together to free a path for her. Kuk followed sullenly after. Master Thrashall was standing near the bonfire with several orcs who appeared to be reenacting incidents from the day's raid. The two girls approached the flailing, snarling orcs with diffidence. Seeing them, Master Thrashall gestured impatiently to a place on the ground nearby.

"Tent go there!" he snarled.

"Yes, Master!" chorused the pets. "Instantly, Master!"

With a groan Urgurr set the bundle on the ground, and Kuk knelt to help remove the tent. It was far larger than Master Gurgun's had been, fashioned of at least half a dozen leathered human skins. By the time they had finished erecting the tent, all of the orcs had summoned their pets and put them to work preparing the camp for the night.

The orcs, having sated themselves on the new captives, did not indulge in their usual orgiastic revelry, but crawled under their tents and bedded down. Many of their pets, aroused and frustrated, huddled in small groups and attempted to satisfy their mutual cravings. Kuk made no effort to join one of the groups, but sat alone stroking her clitoris and listening to the muted sighs and moans filling the camp.

She gazed toward the chained human females, marveling at how plump and curvaceous their bodies appeared to be.Suddenly one of them gestured furtively to her; when Kuk did not immediately react, the gesture was repeated more insistently. Kuk glanced at Master Thrashall's shadowy bulk, from which emanated great thunderous snores.

Kuk crawled toward the humans, looking back repeatedly over her shoulder. None of the pets were watching her, none of the Masters were awake. Ten yards from the captive fems, she halted and peered through the murk at the girl who had gestured; it was the blonde whom she already hated.

"What?" asked Murkuk captiously.

"Are all the orcs asleep?" whispered the blonde, squinting past her. 

Kuk glanced around to see if any of the orcs or other pets might overhear. "Yeth," she whispered, eyeing the girl warily. "Why?"

"There must be a key to our chains somewhere," said the blonde very slowly, as if she were communicating with a simpleton. "Maybe you could find it, bring it to me."

Kuk stared at her, incredulous. "That'th crazy!" she said, shaking her head vigorously. "Kuk don't want to die."

The blonde's jaw clenched. "You could come with us! All of the pets could come. If we are quiet, we could all escape!" 

But Kuk was already trembling at the very thought, clutching and twisting her breasts in anxiety. "They would jutht come after uth," she cried. "They would bring uth back and punish uth. They would hurt uth!" Kuk gazed over her shoulder to re-assure herself that none of the Masters were awake.

"Then we could kill them first," insisted the blonde. "While they are sleeping. Maybe we could kill them all!"

Kuk gaped at the girl, shocked and horrified. "That'th crazy!" she repeated. "Mathter would torture Kuk. Kill her real thlowly."

The blonde glowered at her. "Wouldn't that be better than being owned by the beast?" she sneered.

Kuk lifted her chin defiantly, said, "Kuk ith proud to be an orc pet. She works hard all day to earn her food and fucking!"

"Then go back to your Master!" cried the blonde, eyes agleam with tears of rage. "Leave us, you dog! You filthy, perverse whore!"

"Kuk will be very happy to watch you get collared and branded," snapped Kuk. She threw back her shoulders and shook her breasts fiercely until they hurt, then turned and crawled back to her Master's tent. She sat by the tent and resumed masturbating, staring at the human girls and musing on the blonde's insistent defiance. Unbidden memories clawed their way into her consciousness -- recollections of her family life only a few months past, though it seemed a lifetime ago. Mother, father, sister, brother: All dead now, murdered by the very creatures she now served and obeyed. 

She wished the memories would just fade into oblivion, so that she might be freed from the illusion that she had ever been a human being, had ever fallen so far. Surely Kuk had never spent a summer morning weaving wildflowers into the braids of her little sister's hair. Surely she had never enjoyed the illicit thrill of having the Miller boy's fingers brush against her knee. Easier to believe that those things had happened to someone else, to a human named Laura who had died at the hands of orcish raiders. The orc-pet Kuk, on the other hand, had always existed in her present state, had always been a groveling fearful beast.

Only after she had forced all thoughts from her mind did she manage to bring herself to orgasm, enjoying a brief pleasure. Then she curled up on the ground and went to sleep, studiously avoiding any further reminisence.

Early the next morning, as the pets were packing up their owners' belongings, Korduth came and spoke to Master Thrashall. Korduth had not forgotten the punishment he had decreed for Kuk the previous day. He harnessed Kuk to the heavy cart, then face-fucked his new pet Fugkuk while Kuk could only watch and squirm. At length, Master Korduth ejaculated copiously onto Fugkuk's face and tits. The little pet eagerly gathered her Master's seed with her fingers and gulped it down, smirking scornfully at Kuk, whose stomach growled enviously.

"Slave pull!" roared Master Korduth, whipping Kuk's buttocks with a wide leather strap. Kuk sobbed and shuddered, threw herself against the traces and started laboriously forward.

The orcs marched south and west that day, back in the direction of their own lands. The new captives, still chained by their necks, were herded along behind the cart. Their ceaseless whining and groaning galvanzied Kuk, stimulating her to a tireless zeal so the new girls might see what a good pet she was. As fatigue pressed harder on her she imagined herself pleasuring Master Thrashall, of one day even becoming his favorite pet. She plodded resolutely on, determined to earn this honor.

Late in the afternoon, just as they were leaving a large grove of ancient oaks, a cool drizzle began to fall. Soon the rain became a steady downpour, and the rumble of distant thunder drew gradually closer. The cart's wheels gathered mud, and Kuk repeatedly lost her footing. Despite Master Korduth's strident demands and frequent blows from the leather strap, Kuk could not maintain her pace. The captured human fems stumbled past her, looking like drowned rats in the drenching rain.

Kuk strained in the harness, shuddering under Master Korduth's countless blows. Slowly they fell farther behind, until even the human girls were lost to sight ahead of them. Korduth cursed savagely.

"Slave better move its fat ass!" he bellowed, bringing the strap down with all his strength. The crack of its impact, and Kuk's squeal of pain, were lost in a sudden peal of thunder. "Korduth will wear slave's skin tomorrow!" continued the orc with another blow from the strap.

Kuk plodded on, sobbing miserably. She knew better than to make excuses; the only acceptable response was to pull harder. Nevertheless they moved no faster, and several times Master Korduth was even forced to push the cart from the rear when it bogged in the clinging mud.

An hour later the thunderstorm was past and dark was falling. They came upon the orc encampment, where the pets were scrambling to erect their Master's shelters. Master Thrashall, seeing Kuk and Korduth arrive, strode out to meet them. Kuk trembled in the harness, fearing punishment for being so laggardly. But Thrashall ignored her altogether.

"Where is Unthruk?" he asked.

Korduth shook his head. "That fat-ass slave very slow," he grunted, jerking a thumb at Kuk. "But Unthruk still not pass us."

Thrashall scowled. "Very bad. Unthruk was guarding rear. Gallreg and Gurnjur were guarding flanks. All missing now."

Korduth shrugged. "Maybe they go hunting. Show up later."

Thrashall grunted dubiously. "Maybe," he muttered.

Gallreg, Unthruk and Gurnjur still had not appeared by the time the orcs broke camp next morning. The rain had stopped overnight but the ground was still muddy. Kuk, to her immense relief, was not called upon to haul the cart, and so she set about helping to pack up her Master's many belongings in an almost jovial mood. When the packing was done she saw Master Thrashall standing nearby with three other orcs, and boldly resolved to present herself with a request. She approached on hands and knees, with such trepidation that her nipples and aerioles swelled and hardened painfully. She raised her ass, letting her teats trail in the mud as she crawled to her Master and presented herself at his feet. The orcs continued their conversation for several minutes, Thrashall giving the three orcs instructions for the march. Kuk waited, trembling with anxiety, until her Master finally sent the other orcs away.

"What?" growled Thrashall.

"Pleathe, Mathter," whimpered Kuk, hips writhing. "Kuk begth the honor of carrying the Master'th belongingth on the march today."

"Yes," said Thrashall simply. "Go!"

"Immediately, Mathter!" cried Kuk, overjoyed. "Thank you, Mathter!"

Thrashall's other pets were all kneeling around his huge pack, waiting for their owner to arrive and assign one of them to carry it. Kuk hurried to the pack, grinning triumphantly at the gathered pets. "Mathter thay Kuk will carry hith pack today," she announced.

Urgurr looked up at Kuk, her one eye gleaming with malice. "Master must think Kuk is too stupid and ugly to do anything else," she sniffed. Meanwhile Lubgush, entirely without expression, was straining to lift the pack, the knotty muscles of her arms bulging with the effort. Kuk slipped the straps over her shoulders, then groaned and staggered as Lubgush released the pack. It seemed to weigh almost as much as Kuk herself.

Urgurr laughed derisively. "Don't drop Master's belongings!" she cried, then grasped one of Kuk's breast rings and twisted it savagely. Kuk sobbed and lurched back, but Urgurr held fast to the big ring, twisting Kuk's distended breast even further. She smiled malignantly, aroused by her rival's pain. Finally, unable to think up any further torment, she spat in Kuk's face and released the ring.

"Sluts get moving!" bellowed Master Thrashall, striding forward with a scowl. He raised his quirt and all his girls rushed squealing ahead of him. Kuk, bent nearly double under the heavy pack, staggered just ahead of the Master. She strangled her cries of pain as her buttocks absorbed several stinging blows of the quirt, quickening her pace to a steady trot before Master Thrashall was satisfied.

The rains fell again that day, and another afternoon thunderstorm seemed to pass directly overhead. Kuk found that carrying the pack was almost as arduous a duty as hauling the cart; she fell back steadily, eventually found herself trudging among the human captives. They were all haggard and fatigued, their bodies streaked with mud and bearing the welts and marks of regular beatings by the orcs. They were already beginning the long, terrible transformation from human females into orc pets. In a few days they would be branded, pierced and collared, and given into the hands of their respective owners. Only then would they learn what life as an orc pet truly entailed.

When they halted that night three more orcs were missing -- once again those who had guarded the flanks and rear during the march. Thrashall was alarmed, and the remaining orcs exchanged dark mutters. They spoke of ghosts and demons, and even angry gods. If they had somehow stirred the ire of Ingra Mattu, godking of the orcish pantheon, then they were all doomed. They would be damned to spend eternity in the orcish hell, enslaved to demons as their own pets were enslaved to them. Hearing such talk, Thrashall flew into a fury, attacked and killed one of the remaining orcs. The rest were sufficiently cowed to keep their counsel to themselves.

The pets who belonged to the missing orcs had begun to grow anxious, frightened. They were accustomed to the presence of their Masters at night. Now they approached the remaining orcs, whining and begging to be given to a new owner. Finally Thrashall chose to redistribute them, though this was not an altogether popular decision. A few of the orcs felt that all property belonging to those who had gone missing should be burned to appease the gods. The next morning three of those pets whom Thrashall had redistributed were dead, their necks wrung. Thrashall wasgenuinely irked by the loss of three valuable pets, but he made no effort to punish the orcs who were responsible -- they had every right to do as they wished with their property, after all.

The march that day did not get underway until noon, by which time another of the thunderstorms was rolling in. Korduth agreed to cover the rear of the march, who together with Thrashall succeeded in bullying two of the others into guarding the flanks. Throughout the afternoon, the orcs on the flanks remained close enough to the line of march to be heard through the steady rainfall and the desultory rumble of thunder. Late in the day, with the storm at its greatest intensity, one of the orcs on the flank yelled excitedly. His cry was lost in a tremendous clap of thunder and lightning.

Thrashall charged toward the sound, brandishing his axe. The pets stood still and waited, whimpering with fear. After a very long time Thrashall returned with an expression of perplexity.

"There is nothing there!" he snarled. "Morgthu gone!"

One of the orcs nodded toward the opposite flank. "What of Thurnguk? And Korduth?"

"Go find Thurnguk," said Thrashall. Then he himself went to the rear, calling for Korduth.

Neither orc was anywhere to be found. Master Thrashall called a halt, directed several pets to build a fire. The rest erected shelters for the half-dozen remaining Masters.

The rain had slowed to a drizzle, but the air had grown chill, and Kuk's skin was chapping. When the Masters sat by the fire and ate their meal in grim silence, Kuk and her fellow pets hovered close behind, as near to the fire as they dared. Kuk squatted beside Lubgush, pressing her body close to conserve their meager heat. Kuk was trembling violently, her teeth chattering, but Lubgush seemed almost immune to the cold, inured by long exposure.

Master Thrashall glowered at the chained human captives, huddled in misery far from the fire. He rose suddenly and approached them like a prowling predator. They moaned in terror as he neared.

"Who follows us?!" he demanded, speaking the human tongue with astonishing facility. "Who tracks and destroys orcs as easily as orcs destroy men?"

The females stared up at him, gaping with fear. Kuk watched, excitement growing in her loins. Her Master was irate -- perhaps he would take his anger out on one of the humans. Perhaps even the blonde bitch.

Indeed, the blonde was sitting near the center of the group, the only one of them not cowering in abject terror. She spoke up, the quaver in her voice belying the fear she was attempting to hide.

"Surely it is God Himself exacting vengeance for those humans you have slaughtered, and those you have enslaved!"

Thrashall grinned savagely. "Human god is weak! He teach only hugs and kisses! He is a god fit only for slaves." He stepped forward and the females before him leaned far aside to let him pass, until the chains leashing their throats drew taut and brought them up short. Thrashall reached forth and grabbed the blonde's hair, shook her head viciously. She screamed, fighting futilely. The orc leaned closer, saliva from his fangs dripping onto her terror-stricken face.

"Thrashall think you know who follow us."

"I do not know!" moaned the blonde, and for the first time a note of wheedling supplication suffused her voice. "Please! I know nothing more than you!"




Murkuk Ch. 02



"Thrashall show what happen to liars!" bellowed the Master, drawing back his fist. The blonde whimpered, squeezed her eyes shut.

Before the blow was delivered, a voice called out stridently from the darkness beyond the campfire: "Release the girl, orc!"

The voice was human, male. Kuk turned her head with a gasp, craned her neck and saw a shadowy figure approaching from out of the gloom. Two orcs on the far side of the fire immediately rose and charged the figure with blood-curdling uluations. They were engulfed in a searing flash of light, their battlecries cut short by a deafening thunderclap. 

Kuk blinked, half-blinded. The orcs were gone without a trace. The pets erupted in screams of terror, clutching at one another. The orcs remaining at the campfire stood dumbfounded. Thrashall released the blonde and, knocking aside the captives in his way, stalked toward the figure.

"Kill the human!" he roared.

The other orcs still had not moved. "It is a Wizard!" cried one, awestruck.

Thrashall had drawn his axe and was brandishing it as he passed the terrified pets. "Humans have no magic left!" he snarled. "They killed their wizards!"

The human interloper had advanced closer to the fire and was more easily visible now. He was of indeterminate age, though certainly not old. His jet-black hair fell to his shoulders, his dark beard was trimmed to a neat point. The features of his narrow face were unremarkable, except for the piercing gaze of his deep-set eyes. His arms were raised, his lips moving silently. Kuk thought to glimpse another shadow moving furtively behind him, much too small to be an orc.

Thrashall bore down on the human without haste. "Why you not dead, if you a wizard?"

The human did not reply, but regarded the orc with wry amusement. Then with an abrupt gesture and a single sharp word, he unleashed a torrent of flame from his outstretched palm. Thrashall bellowed, struck full in the face by the magical fire. He was instantly immolated, transformed into a writhing, thrashing pillar of fire.

The two remaining orcs muttered fearful imprecations, watching their erstwhile leader's agonized death-throes. Kuk had never before seen fear in the eyes of the Masters -- the sight of it both ennervated and aroused her.

Thrashall's flame-shrouded body fell to the ground, still twitching. The wizard stepped past it and around the fire, approaching the last two orcs. Behind him came another human, a female, naked as an orc pet. Every inch of her flawless body and face had been tattooed with intricate runes; from between her buttocks hung a long wolf's tail, doubtless appended to a plug in her rectum. The aerioles of her breasts had been pierced and ringed like a pet's, and on a chain was suspended between the two rings hung a human skull; it's lower jaw was missing, the teeth of the upper jaw filed to points. The girl's face was set in a grimace, her teeth bared -- they too had been filed to points.

Suddenly the girl stopped short. Her body stiffened, her clawed fingers curled slowly into fists. Her eyes rolled upward, until the whites seemed to glow amid the dark tattoos of her face. The tendons of her neck stood out like cords, her body trembled violently. The wizard, meanwhile, had also stopped ten meters from the snarling orcs, and was incanting rapidly in a rising voice. Uttering a final harsh monosyllable he thrust his hand forward, palm outward, toward one of the orcs. At the same instant, a strangled groan escaped the tattooed girl's throat; her body jerked once, as if something were being torn out of her, then she sagged and staggered backward a step.

An invisible force seemed to strike the orc at whom the wizard had gestured, and it was propelled backward several meters through the air to strike the stout trunk of a young oak tree. The trunk shattered; the tree bent but did not fall, the dead orc wedged in the crook of its broken trunk.

The last orc stared wide-eyed at the wizard, holding its stone axe in nerveless fingers. The wizard leveled a threatening gaze at him.

"I spare you!" the wizard proclaimed in the language of men. "Return to your people, and warn them against further incursions into this kingdom!"

The orc hesitated only long enough to bare his fangs in a trivial display of defiance, then it turned and fled through the forest, back toward its tribal lands. After several seconds the wizard glanced at his girl, who stood near the fire with shoulders slumped, breathing heavily, her body limp and drained. A small rivulet of dark fluid trickled down one of her inner thighs. Blood.

The wizard showed no concern, but regarded the girls in the camp for the first time. The few dozen orc pets were staring at him wide-eyed with fear, whimpering and clutching one another. Farther from the fire, the much smaller group of human girls seemed no less frightened of him. He approached the human captives, made a sweeping gesture with one arm and muttered a short incantation. Back near the fire, his girl grunted sharply and bent as if she had suffered an unexpected blow to the stomach. The locks which held the heavy chains on the humans suddenly snapped open, and the chains fell to the ground.

"You are safe now," said the wizard, addressing himself to the blonde girl.

She looked up at him distrustfully. "We are all deeply indebted to you, My Lord," she said. "But I wonder as to your intentions."

The wizard looked over his shoulder, and his eyes fell on Kuk. "You there!" he called peremptorily. "Fetch blankets for these young ladies!"

"Yeth, Mathter!" cried Kuk with instinctive servility. "Kuk obeyth, Mathter!"

She leaped to her feet and hurried about the camp, snatching several blankets out of the tents. She approached the wizard with tremendous reticence, half-crouched, eyes cast downward. She dropped to her knees still five meters from him, whimpering softly.

"My intention," the wizard was saying, "is very simple. To send a message back to the orcs that their incursions will no longer be tolerated in this kingdom." He noted Kuk's return and gestured to the humans. "Distribute the blankets," he commanded brusquely.

Kuk responded with breathless anxiety. "Immediately, Mathter!" 

Rising to a half-crouch, she handed out the blankets one by one. There were only six blankets, so most of the girls were forced to share them. The blonde, however, took the last one from Kuk's hand, wrapped it around her body and rose to face the wizard. She stood with prideful bearing, her chin high, as though she were dressed not in a filthy, lice-infested coverlet but in sumptuous silks.

"You are the daughter of Sir Joreff, I presume," said the wizard.

"I am Samarra de Ralia," she acknowledged.

"I am honored to meet you, My Lady. Your father fought most bravely against the orcs. His death was tragic."

Samarra nodded curtly. "And what, Sir, are your intentions for us?" she asked.

"You are free," said the wizard simply. "I intend to escort you back to the city of Ralia."

Samarra seemed to relax very slightly. "And what of....what of the orc's unfortunate slaves?" She looked down at Kuk, who did not meet her gaze.

"It may be too late for me to save any of the pets," said the wizard. He, too, glanced at Kuk, and though she could not bring herself to look straight into his piercing dark eyes, she lifted her head and stared at his mouth. The wizard's appraisal continued for several seconds, and then he shook his head ruefully and said, "Too late for you, I'm afraid."

"Is there nothing you can do?" said Samarra, with such sincere compassion that Kuk stared up at her in wonderment. "Nothing you can do for any of them?"

"Most of them have been among the orcs too long to ever be successfully reintegrated into human society. But I can assure you that their lives will not go to waste. There are many uses to which I might put them."

Samarra's expression hardened. "Like that unfortunate creature you brought with you?" she demanded.

"My girl is not as unfortunate as you might believe," said the wizard, with the barest trace of impatience. "She chose precisely the life she wished to live, and she would never willingly give it up now. Regardless, none of these pets would be capable of taking her place. But do not fret overmuch for them; they will live much more productive and pleasant lives in my hands than they ever would among the orcs."

"It almost seems death would be a more merciful fate," said Samarra softly.

"They will not regret being rescued by me," averred the wizard.

With that he intoned a brief incantation, gesticulating with his hands. Kuk suddenly found herself intensely aroused, her nipples and aerioles stiffening on the instant, her labia and clitoris hugely engorged. She cried out in surprise and delight, her loins already drooling. The wizard turned and walked back toward the campfire, and Kuk's pleasure receded with each step he took. Whimpering eagerly, she lurched to her feet and rushed after him.

The other pets began to writhe and grimace as the wizard approached, their bodies responding helplessly. They gasped and moaned, and looked about in consternation for the source of their unexpected pleasure. The chorus of ecstatic groans reached a crescendo as the wizard swept past the pets, with Kuk hastening after him. When the wizard reached his girl by the campfire he stopped abruptly. His spell clearly had not influenced her; she stood with shoulders slumped wearily, gazing into the fire with lusterless eyes. The wizard murmured quietly to her, gently stroking her cheek.

Kuk hurried nearer to the wizard, the searing pleasure in her loins intensifying to an almost excruciating ecstacy. She groaned piteously, desperate to writhe against the wizard and attain what would surely be a cataclysmic release. But then, just a meter shy of the wizard, as her pleasure and desire reached an unbearable incandescence, she felt herself halted by an invisible wall of force. She strained against it, sobbing with frustration, but could get no closer to the wizard. It seemed a physical barrier, though she could see nothing there -- she pressed herself against it, crushing her breasts, thighs and belly to it, but it did not yield.

Most of the other pets were beginning to realize that their titanic arousal derived from the wizard. Two dozen of them were crawling toward him, those in front attempting like Kuk to press themselves against him. His girl, unprotected by the invisible barrier, was pushed aside by the puling pets. The wizard, scowling, commenced a new incantation. His girl steeled herself, grimacing. A moment later, as the spell was cast, she groaned deeply and sagged to her knees.

Kuk, continuing to writhe futilely against the magical wall, felt her limbs suddenly seized by the wizard's magic, and she was held altogether immobile except for her eyes. Glancing about in mounting alarm she saw that all of the orc pets were rigid as stone. Kuk felt trapped inside her body as if within a statue -- a statue enflamed with lust.

The wizard bent over his girl and helped her tenderly to her feet. She appeared utterly drained, her body trembling with fatigue and bathed in sweat. A small stream of blood spilled from between her labia for several seconds, but it gradually came to a stop. The wizard turned and, ignoring the motionless pets, called out to Samarra, "If you are prepared to depart, Lady de Ralia, let us delay no longer."

The human girls had been unaffected by either of the wizard's spells. Huddling under their filthy blankets, they stared awe-struck at the unmoving pets. Finally Samarra de Ralia shook off her reticence and stood.

"Take us home, wizard," she said with admirable bravura. The other girls followed her reluctantly.

The wizard smiled. "With pleasure, My Lady."

Picking his way past the immobile pets, he started back down the path, followed by his girl and the humans. Kuk watched with dismay as the wizard departed, the pleasure draining rapidly from her body. Several of the pets began wheezing plaintively -- the only vocalization their unresponsive vocal cords would allow. The wizard, without a glance backward, raised his hand and gesticulated. Kuk saw other pets beginning to rise and follow after the wizard; then she felt her own body turn, animated by some alien force, and her legs began striding without her volition after the wizard. All of the pets were being carried along at a steady trot by their bodies.

Kuk desperately wished to run and catch up with the wizard, but she could not will herself to move any faster. She tried to touch herself, imagining what it would be like to consummate her unbearable lust, but her hands refused to respond; with an inward groan she surrended herself, not caring where her body carried her, only hoping that one day she might be allowed to attain that explosive release which she knew would come at even the slightest contact with the wizard.

The lust within her, which had ebbed to a dull aching need, receded no further.