“My luck has been absolute shit since getting dragged into this mess,” Bekksie thought, gnawing uselessly at the wooden bit between her teeth. The wood felt like it was hard as a rock! Her fingers ached from the way they’d been tied, as did her arms and legs, and she was basting in sweat inside the stout sack the bandits had stuffed her in. “What’s the big deal? One little cut and this guy has it out for me!”
She sighed around the bit, glancing at her bound traveling companions. All of them captured with barely a fight and dragged off to who knew where in the middle of the desert, the big, dumb warrior maybe the most useless of all of them, though she hadn’t witnessed exactly how Samira had been captured. Galvaera had at least tried to fight them off, had put on quite a show with the sandstorm and lightning, at any rate. They’d gone off the main road over an hour ago, with some of the veiled and cloaked men hanging back to erase their tracks. These guys were experienced at t he highway robbery bit, that was for sure. They must have been at it for a while given how well they all worked together, relying on quick hand signals and only an occasional word between them.
The silence was kind of creepy, honeslty.
Feeling hotter by the minute, she wiggled back under the edge of the tarp, capable of little else no matter how much she tired to slip her fingers out of their bindings. Astrid groaned loudly beside her, no doubt feeling horrible; that position they’d bound her in sure wasn’t comfortable, on top of all the heat.
“Serves her right, stuck up noble bitch. Just wish if she was going to get brought down a peg, she hadn’t dragged the rest of us upstanding girls with her.” Upstanding, right…they were all slaves, brought together under the new regime by the Imperator, even if Bekksie hadn’t done a thing that deserved such a punishment. Just the wrong place at the wrong time, story of her life, really.
She looked over the edge of the cart at Samira out of the corner of her eye, narrowing her gaze at the kerryn. Was she asleep? She sure looked like it. Her thoughts went back to the night on the streets in Kifu’Nemhat when she’d first had the misfortune of meeting the crazy cat-woman and shivered. The woman was crazy, had to be. Old gods, sacrificing a man in the middle of the street by taking his heart out…the heart being consumed in black flames…
“That’s the kind of sorcery that I don’t want no part of! That stuff will mess you and everyone else up but good!” she thought with a shiver, despite the heat.
Bekksie’s attention was drawn elsewhere at the sound of a desert vulture calling in the distance, followed by another one coming from around the cart. She couldn’t tell who had done it, but it was undoubtedly one of the bandits, answering the signal call. They must be getting close to their hideout!
Soon Bekksie saw rocky outcroppings rising to either side of the cart, the sound of the mules hooves echoing on stone instead of the soft plodding on sandy paths. The passage wound through what she guessed was a valley, going deeper into the hills, though she saw nothing that could identify where they were. Not that she’d know anyway, considering she’d barely been outside the city her entire life.
“City life is just so much better than this! Who would want to live like this when you’ve got a whole city to enjoy, anything you could want!” Granted it sometimes took a little more effort to get ahead, or at least, quick fingers and faster wits. When was the last time she’d earned an honest coin that wasn’t from spreading her legs?
Soon enough they rumbled to a stop, the rocky walls high overhead now, though they did little to stop the sun at this point. She heard the bandits speaking, though she tried not to clue them in that she understood what they were saying. It was the orcish tongue they spoke, she’d heard it muttered while the bandit she’d fought had bound her, sending a healthy amount of foul language her way, and though she hadn’t managed to get a good look at any faces yet, she suspected they were all orcs, or at least half-bloods.
She cocked her head to listen as greetings were exchanged, and orders given about where to put the cargo and the captives. Some more laughs were had at Astrid’s expense, apparently the one who had claimed her axe having a good laugh at how the woman was playing at being a warrior while wearing so much metal on her, that she was afraid to bleed. Bekksie looked over at Astrid, saw that she was mostly out of it at the moment, then gave a shake of her head, wishing she could just manage to get one hand free.
Whoever had taught her captor to tie knots had been damn thorough, that was certain.
Several bandits approached the cart, a tall orc with a thick, graying beard, his head wrapped, wearing simple, but comfortable-looking robes, leading them. He checked the wine casks first, pulling the stopper off one and reaching inside, coming out with a small bit of the red wine cupped in his hand. He sniffed it, then tasted it and nodded slowly. Then he looked at Bekksie, seeming none too impressed, and picked her up by the sack at her neck, stared at her for a few seconds, then tossed her on the ground.
She landed with a thud and a pained cry, wincing and biting at the bit when she landed on her side. She kicked her legs and rolled onto her back, but was almost immediately picked up by another bandit, who gave her a quick slap across her face and told her to be still. She went still, but moaned softly when his free hands started feeling up her tits through the bag.
At least one of them had some good taste, even if she wasn’t in the best situation. Maybe she could make use of that, though.
“Stand this one up, and get those two down!” ordered the orcish leader. Once his men had Astrid’s legs cut free of her hog tie, they dragged her out and forced her to stand, though the fire she’d had earlier had died down. She barely even groaned as they held her up. The leader tapped at the hot metal breastplate, shook his head as he looked up to her. “We’ll have to toughen this one’s flesh so that she no longer needs to wear so much steel!” He laughed, and moments later, so too did his men.
He turned his attention to Galvaera next, she and Samira held on their knees. The leader tugged the sack from the sorceress’s head and snatched her jaw, turned her face from side to side, and the she snarled, tried to pull away, but he had too firm a grip. He slapped her for good measure. She had been gagged like Astrid, a rag and some leather cord to hold it in place, and more strips of her robes wrapped around her eyes. The leader eyed her collar and nose ring curiously, turned back to Astrid for a moment to look at hers, then looked at Bekksie, and finally moved on to Samira.
The kerryn on the other hand remained docile, kept her head bowed, and didn’t resist when the orc took a look at her, even kept her eyes downcast as he examined her face. He noted her collar and nose ring as well, and then felt her feline ears, crouched, and stroked her tail. Had he not seen a kerryn before? Perhaps he hadn’t. Hells, she hadn’t seen one until a couple years ago when they’d just appeared out of nowhere in the city.
So far Samira had been the only crazy one she’d come across, but where there was one, there were likely others.
“Show them the hospitality befitting of slaves, my brothers, and tonight we shall celebrate such bounty!” he said, getting laughter and a cheer from his men. He clapped his hands, and then everyone was moving. A trio of men marched Astrid ahead of the one carrying Bekksie while others went to remove the wine casks from the cart. Others handled Galvaera and Samira, coming up behind them and marching them forward, Samira remaining docile, while Galvaera resisted, and earned several swats to her backside.
Ahead, Bekksie saw a cave opening between some of the jagged cliff face, blended in well amongst the stone. She could guess that it would be easy to miss if one didn’t know where to look. They were marched inside, or, in her case, carried, the cooler interior of the cave a blessing, though it was very dark inside. Astrid probably couldn’t see at all with her inferior human eyes, though she wasn’t sure how well kerryn and elf eyes fared in pitch darkness either. Her own eyes adjusted after a few moments as they moved deeper, her goblin blood accustomed to darkness. She kept her eyes moving, taking in the details of the route they followed, the racks of weapons and camouflaged niches where guards could hide.
Soon they started upward along carved out steps, circling the edge of a larger cavern before going through another tunnel. The bandit holding her shifted his grip, both hands going to her chest. She grunted and gave a little squeak as his powerful hands squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples between his strong fingers. Though her face was hot from the surprise groping, she wasn’t surprised when she felt an erection bumping against her ass a few moments later, the orc, or whatever amount of his blood was orc, actually rubbing her up and down against him.
“Guess you’re going to have to lay on the charm, Bekksie girl,” she thought, wiggling her toes against his thighs and brushing his balls with her feet. If it got her at least a little bit looser, she might manage an escape. She gave a little moan, excited, curious, nudged his erection with her feet. His hands squeezed her breasts harder, the nipple rings pinched between his fingers. She wiggled, making another energetic moan, felt fresh heat growing between her legs.
She’d been a horny little slut before, admittedly, but ever since the Imperator had fitted those rings on her, she’d been even worse, had been having all kinds of dreams that kept her aroused day and night. It might’ve been that demon mark on her flesh too, but she had no real idea what that thing did other than mark her as property. Though she had been having a lot of odd, kinky dreams involving her and the women whom she’d been forced to work with. Like during the previous night, she remembered Astrid being punished, no big surprise there, and her and the others using their tongues on the human woman, though there had been something odd about Samira she couldn’t quite recall. Were the others having the same kind of experience?
Her captor shifted her position a bit, still squeezing her chest eagerly, and now pressed his hard manhood…orchood?… against her ass, actually started rubbing her shapely rear up and down as he walked. She responded with vigor, wiggled and moaned eagerly, squeezed her ass cheeks around the head of his cock. She got it in her head that he might try to fuck her right there as they walked, and that meant he’d have to take her out of the sack.
“Please let him fuck me!” she thought, flexing her tightly bound fingers with anticipation. Orcs and half-orcs had a rough way about how they fucked, and that was exactly what she needed! “For escape purposes! Not because I’m hot and wet and need it so bad! Oh, don’t try and deny it, Beks; you’re a whore and always will be, just enjoy yourself, you horny little goblin!”
Just as she thought she was getting somewhere, that maybe the man carrying her would dart off down one of the side tunnels and just fuck the absolute shit out of her, she heard the rattle of chains ahead, and saw harsh sunlight at the end of the tunnel as a door was opened. She saw a figure silhouetted in the light before she squeezed her eyes shut against the brightness.
“Slaves!” said one of the bandits as they entered the warmer, brighter room. “Krugnaresh says to give them fitting hospitality until tonight.”
“Oh, we have plenty of that,” said a lower, more gravely voice, who chuckled in a way that chilled Bekksie’s arousal. “Oh, that’s a big one, such fair flesh… Strip them, and do as I say!”
Bekksie opened her eyes, slowly, in the glaring sun, feeling the heat from overhead. As her vision adjusted, she saw that they were still in a cavern, but that there was a large opening above, letting the full force of the afternoon sun beam down upon them. She looked down, her vision clearing, and saw that the insides of the cavern were actually not natural, rather what looked like one of those ancient temple structures, with worked stone blocks and columns! There was even more of that strange pictogram writing that nobody could read carved all over the stone. What didn’t give her a sense of wonder were the half dozen cages she saw along the walls, or the torture devices strewn about the floor of the chamber, or atop a stone block off to one side.
A shiver actually went through her when she spotted the black stone statue sitting atop a raised platform at the far end of the chamber, of that jackal-headed god from the ancient times. What was this place?!
The next thing Bekksie knew she was tossed to the sandy floor, grunted as she landed, and wiggled around, hoping her captor was about to release her from the sack. Unfortunately for her, though, he’d gone to join his companions in manhandling her companions.
“Jerk! See if I give it up to you so easy next time!” Bekksie thought, biting down on the bit and shaking helplessly on the floor.
Working quickly, following the orders of an ancient-looking orc, craggy skin covered in what she thought might have been ritualistic scarring, thin, almost skeletal, but somehow still covered in lean muscle, Samira and Galvaera had their clothes torn from them, revealing their tattooed flesh. Galvaera protested loudly, earning several slaps across her face in the process, while Samira remained strangely compliant and submissive. A quartet of bandits handled Astrid, tearing her sweaty clothes away. That got her fired up again, though between the four men, she could do little to resist as they finally unbuckled her heavy breastplate and tossed it aside, landing with a heavy metallic thunk on the stone floor. The bandits were greatly enjoying the fact that all of their breasts were pierced, pulling and twisting the rings and enjoying the way Astrid and Galvaera squealed, though Samira remained more compliant, even gave a heated, if soft, moan whenever they tugged hers.
Bekksie was apparently forgotten for the moment, and tried desperately to free herself, but the tight cords and ropes weren’t getting any looser, and neither was the sack. Nor was she getting any less horny as she silently wished she was getting the same treatment just now. There was just something about orcs that she couldn’t deny she enjoyed when it came to sex. Immensely. Suddenly her jealousy spiked, and she snarled, gnawing at the bit again as she felt a burning need for her pussy to be filled. “Asses! Don’t you have any idea what you’re missing out on?! I can do things to those dicks these bitches could never even imagine!”
Continuing her fruitless struggle to get out of the sack or to at least free her fingers so that she could actually try to get out of the sack, and out of the situation she had gotten mixed up in, and maybe, possibly, rescue the others if she felt like it, Bekksie kept her eyes on the bandits as they rebound the others, more strictly than before.
With one bandit holding Galvaera’s arms, still bound behind her, another pulled away her blindfold and held her jaw wide as he pulled out the gag, her purple eyes glaring pure hatred at him. She shook her head and managed to wrest her jaw from the hand, even tried to bite at it.
“Release me this instant, you brutes! I’ll mmmph!” Before she could get any further, another gag went into her mouth. Her eyes widened, and then she choked as it was forced deeper, dirty brown leather covering the lower half of her face. The bandit quickly tied this off behind her head, making her choke again when he pulled the straps tight. An attached flap was raised, containing a triangular cutout for her nose, and likewise pulled tightly over her face, covering her eyes, with additional straps that were wound around behind her head and tightened over both mouth and eyes, making sure that she wasn’t able to speak or see.
These orcs were really careful around sorceresses. Not that Bekksie could blame them, certainly. Sorcerers were dangerous.
A harsh slap drew Bekksie’s eye toward Astrid, one of the men hold her holding a bleeding hand. He gave another slap, then another, putting his weight into it, enough to momentarily dazzle the big warrior. Between the four of them, one hauling on her braid, they managed to gag her with the same style of gag as Galvaera and get it secured, though the warrior choked, gagged, and fought them every step of the way, forcing them to kick and punch her a few times to make her compliant.
A look at Samira showed that she was likewise gagged and blindfolded, but she hadn’t resisted, hadn’t even choked on her gag, and even walked forward without protesting against the two bandits holding to her arms. They led her to a wooden framework, set into some of the stone pillars for additional support, well within the column of sunlight beaming in from above. They moved her in front of the frame, turned her to face the center of the circle of pillars, and raised her arms, extending them along the length of a horizontal bar, and began to wind several ropes around them, securing them tightly in place. Her arms restrained, one of them wrapped leather thongs around Samira’s neck, drew them snug above her slave collar, not enough to choke her, but not far off, and tied it off to the bar, while the second bandit wrapped rope around her waist and tied it off to another bar. Then the pair spread her legs wide and tied more ropes around her knees and ankles, giving her no slack to even think about finding a comfortable position.
“Hey, help us with this bitch, brothers!” called one of the bandits with Astrid, and the two who had finished with Samira rushed to assist. Galvaera fought the two dragging her, but she wasn’t even half as strong as the human ox, so they had little trouble bringing her to the frame to Samira’s left and securing her in the same way.
Bekksie’s view was suddenly blocked when one of the bandits stepped in front of her. She looked up and yelped in surprise, tried to scoot back, but wound up only wiggling in place. It was the old, grizzled orc with the scars, and he was grinning down at her! He leaned down and snatched her by the sack’s straps around her neck and hefted her off the ground with one arm, testing her weight for a few moments.
“Yes, I think I have the perfect spot for you,” he growled, his grin widening into something terrifying.
“Why couldn’t it be the other one?” Becksie thought as he turned and brought her into the sunlight and toward the center of the circle of pillars. Some orcs had a real sadistic streak, and it looked like this one might have one a mile wide, unless she’d missed her guess. He tossed her down beside a large unlit brazier, then crouched and untied the sack, snatched her collar with one hand, and tugged the sack away with the other. The air was only marginally cooler than the stuffy sack had been.
“You smell of arousal, little gob-bitch,” he said, his strong hands ripping away her clothes with little effort, though he left her hide boots on, probably because to get at those, he’d have to untie her. His hand found her breasts, and he pinched her nipples in turn, adding pressure until the pain had grown too much and she had to squeal. Then he’d twisted the nipple rings to make her squeal again. That done, he reached between her legs, felt her womanhood, and ran a finger between her lower lips, his dirty fingernail catching on her clit ring and pulling at it, which made her yelp as pain shot through her.
Lifting his finger, he sniffed at her sex juices, grunted and dropped her the the ground. Bekksie landed on her knees and grunted, a rock having caught her right on the kneecap. “Damn it, that hurt! Stop tossing me around already, you bastard!”
From his robes, the orc produced some leather thongs, gave them a jerk between his fists, and they snapped. Bekksie gulped as he doubled one up, then looped it. He snatched one of her breasts in his hand and worked the leather over it, then around it several times, tugged it until it was tight, leaving her breast swelled before he tied it off, leaving a couple feet of cord dangling. He gave her nipple ring another twist, the sensation more intense with her breast bound, and Bekksie had little choice but to let out a short, agonized squeal. Much too soon for her liking, he had her other breast bound the same way.
That done, he snatched the loose ends dangling from her breasts and stood, brining her with him. She bit into the gag and let out a nasally squeal as she was lifted off the ground by her breasts. She’d never felt that kind of pain before, and she hated it! She looked down with wide eyes, saw the way her breasts swelled against the tight cords, and let out a pain-filled moan. He gave her a couple shakes, let her dangle for a moment, then dropped her back to the floor, seemingly satisfied.
Whimpering, Bekksie looked down at her swollen tits, shook her upper body, hoping against hope that the leather binding them would come loose, and was greatly disappointed when it didn’t budge. The pressure on her flesh grew worse by the moment!
The old orcish bastard made his way to Samira next, while the other bandits were still finishing up with Astrid, more of the leather cord in hand. Bekksie watched as he bound Samira’s breasts like he had hers, the kerryn grunting when he cinched the thongs down, but otherwise making no sound. He went to Galvaera next, earning muffled curses from her, so he slapped her breasts, the sound of hard flesh on her softer flesh echoing in the air, and made the desert elf scream, a mix of outrage and pain. He then calmly bound her breasts in the same way, giving the rings a hard tug for good measure before he went to Astrid, who was finally restrained with more ropes than the others. She gagged and blubbered behind the gag-mask, drool spilling down her chin. The bastard chuckled, slapped her breasts, and quickly bound them, squeezing her pale flesh in the tight, brown cord.
Her initial shock fading, now replaced with dull, throbbing pain in her breasts, Bekksie watched with growing horror, her eyes widening, as the orcish bastard took the dangling ends of the thongs on Astrid’s chest and reached overhead, pulled down a rope from a pulley, and tied the ends to the hook that hung from it. The other end of the rope hung over the brazier in the center, and Bekksie’s mind flashed with a terrible thought. All she could do was squeak in fear as she watched him perform the same action on the breasts of Galvaera and Samira.
At last he returned to the center and worked on the bare ends of the ropes, pulling at each of them until they were taut, forcing the trio of bound women to pull hard against the frames as they tried to relieve pressure in the swollen, bound breasts. With the ropes slack removed, he began binding them together, retaining as much tension as possible, leaving a loop dangling from the mess of knots. He pulled at the loop and grunted with satisfaction when all three women either squealed or moaned or just shouted wordless rage in Astrid’s case.
Finally he turned to Bekksie, his grin sending another shiver down her spine. He snapped his fingers, then motioned to one of the bandits, and then pointed at Bekksie. Moments later she was picked up by her bound arms and brought to the sadistic orc and held aloft. She watched wide-eyed as he tied off the ends of her breast bindings to the rope loop. With the leather thongs thoroughly tied in place, Bekksie was just a few inches beneath the rope loop, and a good five feet off the floor.
“Drop the gob-bitch,” said the sadistic orc.
Bekksie squealed even before she was let go, and soon her tightly bound breasts brought her to a sudden stop, sending pain through her chest. She heard Galvaera scream, Astrid snarl, and might have heard a grunt from Samira, she wasn’t sure on that one. Bekksie wiggled like a hooked worm, rocked back and forth, desperate to be let loose as the pain grew, her struggles jerking more painfully at the strings that bound her hair to her legs.
But the leather around her breasts held firm, and with each movement, she watched the ropes overhead bounce and pull more tightly against the chests of the others, bringing them more pain. She felt tears on her cheeks, and looked over at the orc, desperation in her eyes. She spoke around the bit gag, incoherent, but she hoped he got her meaning. “Please just let me down! I’ll fuck you, I’ll suck you, anything but this!”
The orc didn’t reply to her offer, only smirked at her, then moved over out of sight behind the larger pillars. “Those who wish to watch may stay, the others may go. For now we tenderize the flesh!”
“Oh, fuck me, that doesn’t sound good!” Bekksie whimpered as she slowly spun, her body shaking as she desperately tried to move her fingers, to find some way to free herself. She saw the orc reappear, sans his robes, naked in the sun, scars covering most of his body, minus his quickly rising cock. In his left hand was a thick leather strap, and in the right a multi-tailed flogger. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck!”
“Witness as we placate the ancient gods, goblin bitch,” said the orc as he approached Astrid. “The Dark God of the Jackal craves suffering!”
Somehow, over the beating of her own heart, Bekksie heard Samira grunt, but not a sound of pain, rather…anger?
And then the strap struck Astrid’s bound breasts, echoing through the room. The big warrior’s jerking movements tugged at the ropes, and Galvaera cried out in pain, and Bekksie bounced, causing them even more discomfort.
Bekksie looked skyward, mentally calculated how long it was until sundown, and whimpered. They were in for a long ordeal.
The strap landed again, and Astrid snarled.
“Resist! Resist, human bitch!” said the orc in the common tongue. “Suffer! For the Jackal God!”
Bekksie closed her eyes, wishing she could close her ears, as the flogger landed again, and then the strap, again and again, back and forth, each strike sending a jolt through the connected ropes and pain through her chest and the chests of the others.
“Do not look sad, gob-bitch! Your turn shall come!” cried the sadistic, orcish bastard in their native tongue, followed by a cackling laugh that echoed throughout the chamber, rivaled only by the sound of leather striking flesh.
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This story features the following themes from this year’s Kinktober list.
Tangle/Trap
Stretch/Grope
Sadistic/Imaginary
Strip/Encase
Squeeze/Secret
Quicksand/Harem
Clean/Dirty
Dramatic/Punish
Balance/Hood
Wax/Mummification
Magic/Fantasy
Natural/Camouflage
Hostage/Doll
Vintage/Ancient
Revenge/Mischief
Candy/Potion
This story contains the adventuring party experiencing: Multiple males dominating multiple females, bondage, capture, ropes, leather, heavy BDSM, suspension, being bound together, bit gags, ring gags, stuff gags, whipping, nipple rings, nose rings, clit rings, slave collars, orcs, kerryns (catgirls), goblins, humans, elves, mazoku (tieflings), swords & sorcery, pulp adventure, blood, sacrifice, bound sex, orgy, group sex, footjobs, handjobs, blowjobs, vaginal sex, anal sex and maybe more I’ve forgotten to include here.
This is a story written as a call back to the old pulp style sword & sorcery adventurers, so some themes are dark and a bit graphic, but that’s kind of the name of the game with this setting. If Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom was too much for you, this might not be the story for you (but that’s not until Chapter 6)!
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