Was it over?
There hadn’t been any fresh pain in a while, and the cavern too had been silent for several minutes.
Astrid groaned, daring to try to move, and found the ropes were just as tight as ever, even those accursed bindings around her breasts. The heat of the sun overhead had faded, a coolness starting to settle in from above. Evening must have finally fallen in this hellish, gods forsaken place.
She heard the others groaning, the creak of ropes, but no more sounds of leather striking flesh. Every exposed area of her skin hurt, either burned from the sun or whipped and flayed by that vile orc, jabbering his nonsense tongue the entire time. She was still trapped in that damned blindfold, the gag still filled her mouth, leaving her jaw sore.
No more sore than anything else, though.
And yet, somehow, she felt aroused. Her womanhood was hot, not just from being whipped, but from the fires of lust roiling within her. Even her nipples, for all the pain in her breasts, were standing erect, aching in the cooling air. As she breathed and flexed her body, the bite of the ropes on her flesh felt like the air during a thunderstorm, a charged sensation that tingled over her skin, all leading right between her legs, to her sex.
“Why by the gods am I feeling like this?! Is it something that bastard who dares call me his property did? Is it that tattoo he put on me? Is it the rings? Damn him, and damn these desert rat bastards too!”
Whatever reprieve they’d earned was short-lived, for Astrid soon heard footsteps echoing around them, then sensed a lot of bodies filling the space around the little torture arena. More shouts came in the orcish tongue, and in moments she felt rough, powerful hands on her.
Her instant response was to fight, so she bit down on the gag and snarled, straining to break free. The hands were all over her body, groping, squeezing, and she roared with outrage. The weight on her chest vanished, though the leather wrapped around her breasts stayed. One of the bandits slapped her breasts, sending hot pain through her tingling flesh. The bandits held her arms tightly as they untied the ropes upon them, then those ropes that held her torso to the frame, giving her little in the way of a chance to break free. Her legs they kept spread wide.
With several men holding her, Astrid felt one of them undoing the leather thongs that held the gag and blindfold to her face. Another grabbed her braid, wrapped it around his fist, and jerked it backward, making her yowl as it pulled at her scalp. She blinked as the blindfold fell away, choked as the gag was pulled from her mouth. She saw little, only vague impressions of bodies moving around her in the darkness, faintly brighter night sky momentarily visible between them.
One of the bandits in front of her snatched her jaw, forced it open with a strong hand, and worked something between her teeth over her protests, a few sharp tugs at her braid aiding the endeavor to keep her under control. To her great shame she was held in place, and whatever it was they’d put between her teeth was solid, unyielding, and was soon secured by a leather strap behind her head. Probing at it with her parched tongue, Astrid discovered that it was a ring, metal wrapped in leather, that kept her mouth wide and helplessly available.
She heard more shouts in the darkness as her head was pulled backward, and something pushed into her defenseless mouth. Then cool liquid spilled out over her tongue and down her throat. She coughed at the rush, but drank almost without thought as she realized it was wine, probably the very stuff they’d been tasked to deliver. She wasn’t going to pass up a chance at something cold and wet, so she drank for as long as they allowed her.
When the wineskin was finally pulled away, leaving Astrid huffing through her open mouth, she finally saw light in the darkness as braziers were lit around the outside of the chamber, along with the central brazier that rested between the pillars. Those bandits holding her arms forced her to bend at her waist, her arms pulled upward behind her and tied again to the bar they’d been secured to earlier, though this time one of the bandits added a rope around her collar and pulled it downward, leaving her with almost no wiggle room, bent over and vulnerable. The ones behind her jerked at her braid again, pulled it backward, and, over her protests, secured it to the frame again, making sure that her head wasn’t going anywhere.
Around her, with the light of the braziers growing more intense, Astrid saw two, maybe three dozen bandits, saw that they had Galvaera bent over and bound like Astrid, and were forcing some of the wine down her throat. She finally spotted the goblin bitch being held up by one orc by the strings on her bound breasts, greedily sucking down the wine offered by a second. The kerryn priestess, or madwoman, perhaps, was off of her frame, though, sitting on her knees upon the sandy floor, obediently drinking from another wineskin with only her arms bound behind her., not even one of the ring gags in he rmouth.
That sent a hot spike of anger through Astrid, and she snarled, her jaw clenching around the metal ring, the leather around it creaking. “How pathetic! Submitting to these savages?! Disgusting woman!”
The older orc, their leader, apparently, appeared in the central area, saying something as he raised his hands, and the clamor around them faded. As he spoke, there was some laughter around her, one of the bandits’ hands rubbing her ass, then between the lips of her womanhood. She shook, jerked at the bindings, and felt her face burning anew as she realized she was dripping wet already, somehow, and had a momentary feeling of elation at being touched there.
How long had it been since she’d had a good plowing?
Then the bandits started chanting along with their leader, slapping their chests for several minutes as their chanting grew more intense, aided by the wine they passed around. More wine was soon fed down her throat once they’d finished their strange ritual, and then, with a final order from their orcish leader, the bandits began to disrobe. As they pulled their desert robes and veils away, Astrid saw that all of them were either full-blooded orcs or half-breeds, thin and wiry compared to the orcs in her homeland, but still strongly built with lean, hard muscle, and all sporting growing erections as they passed more wineskins around.
As the orcs closed in around her, Astrid saw Samira rising, a rope leash being placed around her neck by the leader, before being led off, as docile as a house cat.
Before she could get herself too worked up over the cat-priest’s behavior, Astrid’s nose wrinkled at the scent of dirty, unwashed orc bodies around, and her eyes crossed as a large orcish cock appeared directly in front of her, pale-green shaft and purplish head already glistening. Hands on her backside squeezed at her whipped ass cheeks, sending a mix of pain and pleasure through her. Astrid groaned softly as her arousal spiked upward, and she found herself wiggling her ass, inviting the orc inside as her tongue slipped out through the ring to welcome the one in front of her.
In that moment, she had never wanted to be fucked more, and moaned with delight as the two thick cocks shoved inside of her waiting holes.
***
“Give me more, more!” Bekksie cried, the warmth of the wine she’d greedily guzzled down having revived her and given her plenty of energy for the orcs around her. Though she had already been strangely energized even after the old orc had beat the shit out of her and the others, even after she’d spent so much of the time swinging from her breasts. It had to be the Imperator’s demon mark; she’d caught it glowing in the dim light on her and the others. Wasn’t that what she’d heard about some of those, that they did more than just mark someone as property?
She didn’t have time to ponder it long, gulping down another mouthful of wine, its coolness contrasting with the heat she felt around her and inside of her. She was a party girl, no stranger to the brothels, so this was nothing, just a bit of extra lubrication for the wild night ahead.
Flashing a wide grin, she waved the half dozen orcs clustered around her closer. “Come on, boys, I can take all of you at once! Don’t be shy!” she said in their language, having forgotten she’d been playing dumb earlier. She lay on her back with her legs spread, spreading her pussy lips and squeezing her tits, flicking her tongue at them. She even raised her large feet, wiggled her toes and motioned them to come to her with her big toes.
She wasn’t a exactly unfamiliar with this kind of thing; she’d had a few gang-bangs before, with bigger, healthier men, orcs, goblins, mazoku, pretty much anything humanoid, with cocks or pussies, it didn’t matter, and had even had every hole filled, with both hands and feet busy. This wouldn’t be anything new, but if the orcs rotated around, she might just break her record for customers served in one night. But if she was going to get out of this mess, she had to make sure she showed herself to be eager and willing to play along.
It seemed to have worked for Samira, at least.
The orcs didn’t hesitate, shoving one another as they crowded around her, lifting her off the ground. She felt the first one’s cock shove into her waiting pussy as she snatched two other cocks in her hands. A fourth orc snatched her hair and pulled her head back, shoved himself down her throat. The last two took a few moments to locate, but her feet found their cocks as she was skewered by the two who’d found her most-used holes, her toes squeezing around their girth, stroking their shafts.
She moaned as they filled her, the lingering pain and tingling in her tits from the leather that bound them dissolving into pure pleasure as she worked her magic.
“I’m not the best damn whore in Kifu’Nemhat for no damn reason!” she thought as the sweaty, dirty orcs thrust down her throat and into her pussy, bouncing her between their tightly pressed bodies. She was going to blow these guys’ minds and make them come begging for more!
And she’d work her way through the whole damn clan if she had to, if it meant getting out of this situation alive.
Speeding up her hands and feet, working her hips, and sucking more eagerly, Bekksie caught sight of Astrid getting skewered by a pair of half-bloods, then spotted Galvaera behing played with by a trio of bigger, older orcs, both putting up a lot less of a fight then Bekksie had thought they might. “Wonder if Samira’s docile slavegirl thing is an act or if she’s just got thing for orc cock?” Her thoughts turned momentarily darker as a flash of their first meeting went through her head, and she couldn’t help but wonder if the kerryn priestess had something else planned.
Any further thoughts on what the kerryn may have had planned vanished from her head as the orcs around her started to cum, groaning and roaring as if they were in the heat of battle. She felt the one on her left foot cum first, shooting his hot load all over her toes, then the one pounding her throat came, followed by the two in her hands, then the one she’d been stroking with her right foot, and finally the one she squeezed with her pussy. She moaned and sucked eagerly at the hot cum, watched as it splashed all over her, landing on her green, whip-marked skin.
The hot cum filled her, the heaviness of it that marked it as orcish, squirted out of her mouth and pussy, splashing as she continued working her hands and feet. Bekksie’s eyes rolled, and with a loud moan around the cock still in her mouth, her own pleasure came, her body jerking and going into a spasm as a massive orgasm exploded in her.
She landed back on the ground,panting and covered in hot orc cum, licking it from her lips eagerly as she stared up at the panting orc-bloods, some of them no doubt having just had their first experience with a real woman.
She grinned up at them and rolled over, getting up on all fours, and shook her ass back and forth. “Come on, boys! I’ve got another hole you need to try! You ain’t done yet, are you? Come on, give it to me!”
They looked at each other uncertainly for a few moments, but soon enough their hot blood had them hard again, and they pushed their way to her again, a new one finding her ass and shoving his thick, meaty cock inside, making her cry out in delight. She was lifted off the sandy floor and soon enough found another cock shoved between her lips, and moments later her hands and feet found their targets.
Feeling not the least bit spent, a delightful warmth radiating from the demon mark, Bekksie lost herself in the wild sex.
***
Choking on the wine the orcs poured down her throat through the ring gag that held her mouth wide, Galvaera groaned and rolled her eyes, tugging uselessly at the ropes that tightly bound her as she started to feel the effects of the alcohol, her head swimming as the warmth flowed through her. The sadistic orcs, given free reign to enjoy their prisoners, had untied her from the wooden frame only to tightly bind her arms behind her back, her hands still tightly wrapped and useless. They then tied leather thongs through the damned nipple rings, and had spent several minutes tugging her around the chamber by them, slapping at her ass and thighs with a leather strap, laughing as they went, their naked, engorged cocks swaying as they enjoyed the sadistic entertainment.
They wanted her to act like a horse! Raising her legs high, encouraged through the strap, and keeping her head high, leading her around by her nipple rings as if they were reins, drool dripping from her open lips and glistening over her naked, tightly tied breasts.
The indignity of such treatment! Had she the use of her hands, Galvaera would have lit them all ablaze or scoured their flesh with wind-blown sands!
That humiliation didn’t last long, though, for the orcs and half-breeds that played with her soon grew too drunk and too horny to resist using her.
To her great shame, Galvaera couldn’t deny her own body’s desires, no doubt fueled by that accursed demon brand, feeling her juices dripping down her legs, the pains of her body and the fresher pains of her tortured nipples fueling her arousal and easing her pains by converting them into pleasure. She’d been told that the mark only enhanced what was already there, but who could believe a mazoku’s words, or those of his harem of well-trained slavegirls that had been given charge of their training when they’d come to be owned by him?
Their fun prancing her around done, the orcs dragged Galvaera by her nipples toward one of the large, emptied wine jugs, shoving her roughly to her knees in front of it, then shoved her face to the ground. Holding her there, they untied her arms, then hefted the jug, positioning it on her back.
Were these idiots trying to crush her? It wasn’t that heavy, but she certainly felt the weight pressing down on her.
She quickly discovered that was not at all their plan, rather, while one held the jug in place, the others snatched her arms and legs, bent them around the jug, and tied them together, drawing her wrists to her ankles around the rough surface of the clay jug, her arms and legs spread toward either end. Galvaera screamed and thrashed, earning some laughs from the orcs for her trouble. She felt more of the leather thongs being tied around her big toes, and then one of them snatched her ponytail, jerking her head backwards, sending pain through her scalp. Soon several short jerks brought more pain, as the thongs were tied into her hair, forcing her head back, the movements of her feet and legs tugging at her hair.
Groaning, Galvaera could only squirm helplessly as the orcs hefted the jug and tied more ropes around it and her, and soon she was dangling a few feet over the floor. One of the orcs snatched the dangling strings tied to her nipple rings and give them a few tugs, making her squeal, then tugged them left and right, causing her to sway back and forth. Then another grabbed the jug and pulled it sharply, causing her to spin to her left several times. Then the twisting rope that held her aloft slowed her, and after a few moments untwisted itself, causing her to spin the other way.
The orcs laughed at that too, delighting in her suffering.
She’d heard plenty of stories of orcish cruelty, especially against her people, but had never experienced it first hand.
As she spun, Galvaera saw the orcs clustered around her eagerly stroking their meaty cocks. Behind them, she saw a half dozen or more of them clustered around the filthy little goblin, who seemed to be having the time of her life, a pair of smaller half-orcs already laying on the ground, completely spent. More crowded around the human warrior, eagerly thrusting themselves into her holes as she stood bound to the frame, and, for a wonder, she wasn’t resisting.
When the spin came to a stop, Galvaera saw a thick, purple-headed green cock in front of her face, her eyes crossing as she stared at it, her mouth held open by the ring and completely helpless to resist. The smell of the orcs made her stomach churn, yet she moaned, clenching her pussy as she wiggled, her own lust suddenly flaring.
She gasped when a thick cock shoved into her pussy, the one in front of her lips following only a moment later, choking her as the huge orcish shaft pushed into her throat.
In that moment she felt a perverse excitement fill her as the thick, strong cocks pounded into her throat and pussy, and she let herself go amidst the surging pleasure within her.
***
In the chieftain’s chambers, atop his fur and hide sleeping mats, Samira ignored everything her sensitive nose told her about the smells that filled the smaller cavern and focused upon the orc in front of her, her lips squeezing around his thick cock, her tongue working along the underside of his shaft as she moved her head rapidly up and down. She felt his eyes upon her, his hand still firmly grippng the leash around her neck, her arms still tightly bound behind her.
The chieftain was fascinated with her, certainly, having never seen a kerryn until he’d laid eyes upon her, unless she’d missed her guess, but he wasn’t taking any chances with her. He was not entirely unwise in that regard; she was a predator, and he was her prey, after all. But she was patient. Her time would come, soon enough.
Perhaps after she herself came, and him too, possibly several times. She would find pleasure and ease her own pains. Her thoughts kept going back to the old orcish shaman who had tortured them, her anger simmering. He knew nothing of the true nature of Anubis, and would pay dearly for performing such a mockery of a ritual in front of the god’s statue.
Feeling the chieftain’s cock twitching in her mouth, Samira pulled back, a string of saliva running from her lips to the head of his cock. Looking up to him with a hungry grin, she rose to her knees, then to her feet, positioning herself over him, then lowering her dripping pussy atop his cock. She moaned loudly, a heated, lustful sound, as the head of his cock pushed between her lower lips and his shaft pierced her. She felt him quiver inside of her, and slowly pressed herself downward upon him, his large, thick orc-cock filling her as it pushed deeper and deeper. Finally she was crouched atop him, his full length inside of her.
Samira flashed a wide grin at the chieftain, squeezed herself more tightly around him, and began moving herself up and down on his shaft, her leather-bound breasts bouncing. She heard him groan, his calloused hands grabbing her hips, pulling her downward on him harder.
Then his grip tightened upon her, and he leaned forward as she came down on him again. He threw her to the fur-covered floor, grunting and snarling as his orcish blood took control. Laying atop her bound arms, her legs wrapping around him, Samira panted and moaned loudly with each thrust as he hammered away at her pussy.
“Yes, my lord, yes! Use me, fill me with your seed!” she said, her body hot, filled with wine and lust enhanced by the Imperator’s demon mark. She felt her energy rising, felt the mark’s warmth against her flesh as it amplified the lust within her and fueled her through pure sexual energy.
The orc chieftain roared as he came moments later, his hot cum filling her pussy, splashing against her thighs. Samira rose, her back arching, and she screamed as well, climaxing as the hot orc seed filled her. Through the pleasure haze, she felt the demon mark throbbing, its power filling her with renewed energy, her magical reserves surging as it converted their lust and sexual energy to raw power.
“Soon enough…remain patient, hunter, and strike when the time is right,” Samira told herself, her claws having dug into the ropes that bound her arms, weakening the bindings. She couldn’t free herself too soon.
The chieftain pulled himself from her with a loud grunt, some of his hot cum splashing onto her stomach. He rolled her over without a word, positioned her on her knees, his strong hands clamping down upon her ballooned breasts and squeezed them. She obediently raised her tail, and, feeling his cum-slicked cock between her ass cheeks, Samira relaxed herself as the head of his cock pressed against her rear hole and then inside of her. She gasped in surprise as he entered her, his girth feeling much larger from this end.
She let the pain-pleasure haze consume her, her eyes rolling in her head as he began to thrust into her again, his energy far from spent. She gasped and panted each time their flesh slapped together.
The night was yet young, and there was so much left to do… But pleasure came first, then the hunt, and the ritual that must follow…
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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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