Cynthia (Secondary Story)

I struggle at my wraps, my chubby body jiggles as I do. I let out a little squeal as I squirm.

[That’s #### cute… I could watch her do this all day. Gonna make Clow thick…]

I stare at the she-orc. She has no idea I can understand Orcish. There’s a couple of words that don’t sync up just yet. It’s probably best to play along at this point.

“I’m Cynthia. Who are you?” I ask, trying to sound more polite than scared.

Her face looked surprised, like she expected more resistance. “I’m Clow.”

Well, one mystery word down, it was her name…

Clow looks over at a lean, muscular she-orc looking confused at a woman in front of her. Her name is Jessie… or Jessica… Jess-something. The Miller’s daughter.

Clow looked at the human, and back to the she-orc, “I think you broke her!” She chuckled, “Don’t hit them so hard, Fuut!”

The she-orc (Fuut?) glared at the other before leaning down to prod at the woman. Clow redirected her attention back to me, eyeing me up like a piece of meat. She let out a small sigh and she looked… aroused?

[I can’t wait to #### you until you go crazy… I will give you so much…]

In duress, it’s not clicking, but it sound like she might be talking about…

“I am Fuut, the destroyer!” The other she-orc exclaimed, flexing her lean, but muscular arms for Jessica.

Clow chimed in, “The only thing Fuut ever destroyed was Thok…” Smiling, she added, “Her cousin!”

Fuut glared at Clow, “Clow! Shut up! Tend to your own woman!”

Jessica looked over and made eye contact with me, and we silently lamented our situation together. She looked like she recognized me.

The two she-orcs began bickering in Orcish.

[My woman is fine, she will make a busy nurse.] Clow said.

[You do have a type…] Fuut said.

Clow‘s voice got louder, [Shut up, sister…]

[Why? You like The Fats… Someone needs to #### them, right little sister?] Fuut was steering the conversation now.

I’m guessing “The Fats” is some sort of derogatory slang for fat people? And there’s still that one word they keep using that wasn’t in any of my language books…

[You are without a line, sister! #### away from my place! Foolishness!] Clow said?

Actually listening to orcs argue at full speed with slang terms is a lot harder than I expected.

Fuut looked angry finally, [You talk #### and foolishness after you embarrass me? Maybe Girl-Fat over there would like to learn of your pig ####? How about it, dirty pig ####!]

Clow looked at Jessica and myself, looking scared. This ‘pig ####’ Fuut mentioned was apparently VERY embarrassing…

Now shouting in full anger, Clow shouted at Fuut, [I will end you if you don’t shut up!]

Fuut, smirking cruelly as she turned to speak to us, “I called her a dirty pig fucker, because, one time…”

Clow moved so quickly that we didn’t realize she had closed the gap between herself and Fuut until Fuut was already falling to the ground, a fleshy thud sounding out where Clow‘s knuckles planted hard against Fuut’s jaw.

“Mother said not to talk of that, you bitch!” Clow was so embarrassed her face blushed red through her green skin.

Fuut chuckled menacingly from the ground as she rubbed her jaw. “Well, sister… mother isn’t here, is she?” Kipping up to her feet, Fuut braced for another attack, “Besides, that bacon was so tender and flavorful that father almost let you fuck the next one too!”

Clow pounced, swinging. The two sisters wrestled and duked it out for the next fifteen minutes, until eventually, they were both exhausted from the exertion. The other orcs stopped to watch the fight, and the other kidnapped humans looked on in horror as their captors demonstrated just how violent and brutal they could be to one another.

So… apparently, [####] means ”fuck”… makes sense that it wasn’t in the language books then…

Aaw… she called me ‘fucking cute’… I was halfway through my warm-fuzzy feeling when I remembered what she said to me after that. I bolted upright, expressionless as I processed what I heard.

Externally, I probably looked calm and serene, even with two she-orcs wrestling around in the dirt in front of me. They were fighting BECAUSE of me… Clow wanted to make a good impression for me… because she wanted to… fuck… me?

I then recalled a cautionary tale about Orcs we were told when I was a child. A gruesome tale about a city who repelled an attack from the only orcs on a remote island, and how they were routed, save a single female, who, in 2 generation’s time had somehow repopulated the orcs alone, and become their war chief. She razed the human city to the ground with her army out of nowhere. The moral was supposed to be that you should never spare even a single orc, as they will return stronger. I always fixated on the fact a female orc was able make more orcs without a male. Almost as if she had her own… you know… One of those big… thick… green…

Mmmmm… Focus, Cynthia! You aren’t going to end up as some well-treated sex **** getting fucked senseless by big green orc dicks… this isn’t one of your fantasies…

I looked over to see Jessica looking over at me. I gave her a stoic look, and watched as the sisterly brawl subsided.

Inside, my heart was trying to pound out of my chest. I must have mis-translated something. Maybe [####] isn’t a one-to-one translation to ‘fuck’? I focused on my breathing, as it seemed like Jessica was looking at me wanting some sort of suggestion of what to do.

I never told anyone about the time I saw the orcs. The big muscular brutes… I was going to go swimming in a pond I knew about secretly, only to discover a roaming band of Orcs occupying the water already. They were so large, and even the heavier ones had a layer of muscle defining their bodies. I’ve always been a heavier girl, but compared to them, I was small… dainty… delicate. And then one walked out of the water, and I saw his cock. Even limp, it was thicker and longer than even the biggest human erections I had seen. I have had a few rolls in the hay, and preferred the larger endowed boys. But now, with just a look, I preferred THAT. I stopped having little trysts with the boys in town, because the only thing that could bring me to orgasm now was my fantasies of being used by big muscular orcs…

Fuck… now I’m wet. With no clothes to change out… I’m gonna smell. Maybe it wouldn’t be noticeable over all the wild scents here? The flush of heat I felt between my breasts made my face red. I remained calm and collected externally.

Fuut and Clow were laying on their backs, sweating and bleeding as they caught their breath.

Fuut looked at Clow, [You really like this one, don’t you?]

[Of course. Look at her… And I think…] Clow wiped the blood from her nose and inhaled a deep breath, [Yeah… she’s into it too. She is heated, I can smell from here.]

Good thing my face was already red from being “heated”, I used every ounce of self control to remain stone faced, so they couldn’t tell I could understand them.

[Well, I like mine too. I don’t think she’s as in to it as yours, so don’t embarrass me in front of her.] Fuut was surprisingly honest about this fact.

Wait, were we taken by these she-orcs as… partners?

[Okay. We have to get up now. So truce around the women?] Clow groaned as she sat up.

Fuut laughed and Clow joined, [I’d propose we have a love-race, but even though I’m more potent, yours is already willing.]

[Gods, I hope you’re right…] Clow replied.

Fuut kipped up to her feet again, reaching an arm out to help Clow up. As she pulled her up, Fuut looked at me and said, “My sister has become a powerful and virile warrior. No more pigs for her!”

Clow, accepting Fuut’s assistance getting up, gave a crooked smile. Clow looked at Jessica and said, “Do not fear Fuut the Destroyer. Only the weak experience destruction. Thok was weak. You are strong.”

Jessica looked at me, confused. I guess she didn’t understand the part of their conversation about making good impressions.

[Fuck… I want to impale you… Impale and drain…] Clow muttered as she looked at me.

That’s weird… but she probably doesn’t mean murdering me, right? Clow turned her head to Fuut before I could ask anything.

Jessica asked Fuut, “Can you take these off at least? My wrists hurt…”

Fuut looked at the binding she did around Jessica’s wrists. She glanced around, and noticed Clow had also heard the request, and was subtly watching how Fuut was going to react. Fuut reached out and grabbed at the bindings, attempting to jam a finger between Jessica’s wrists.

Watching this, Clow decided to check my wrists as well. As she bent down in front of me, she softly said, “Give me your hand.”

I blushed. She didn’t mean it that way. I’m a prisoner. This is not a vacation. But she smells wild, and… appetizing(?) this close to me. I held out my bound wrists.

“I’m assuming you meant ’hands’ and not ‘hand’.” I smirked.

Bringing the mistake to her attention, it was clear that she realized the difference by the red flush in her green face.

And then she touched my hands.

Her skin was thick and firm, almost like a callous on a human hand, but still with some give… and she was so warm! The little hairs on my arms stood on end and I got goosebumps at her touch. I gave a soft sigh. My nipples became erect, which were very obvious through the thin nightclothes that I was wearing.

Seeing my physical reaction to her touch, she moved her hands to my arms and rubbed my bumpy flesh, ironing it smooth with her firm warmth. Clow not-so-cleverly tried to look at my breasts, her eyes bouncing between my belly and my chest. Trying to be a bit more stealthy than Clow, I watched her waist clothes, looking to see if maybe my outrageous theory had any evidence. There’s no way that these she-orcs had dicks. However, the thought burned hot in my head. It was my only wish now that they did. I didn’t want to leave, or escape… I wanted this she-orc to take me and fuck me… hard.

The fabric shifted! That could be a… couldn’t it? Is it a coincidence that I noticed because I wanted to notice something?

“When this… ****… is done, will I stay with you?” I asked the question quietly and secretly.

Clow‘s hands moved to loosen my wrist bindings, she pulled more than needed, and the bindings went slack. “Yes. You are mine to claim.”

The response was slightly barbaric, but I could tell the sincerity behind it. I smiled at Clow, “Good. I think I’d… like… that. ”

Clow had a big smile on her face when she heard Fuut shouting.

“Hmmm…” Fuut struggled and finally gave a huff. With an aggressive grunt, Fuut grabbed the binding between Jessica’s wrists, squeezing it tightly. Fuut effortlessly lifted Jessica by the squeezed binding off the ground and suspended her in front of her. Jessica yelped, startled.

Fuut glanced at Clow, furrowed her brow, and glared aggressively at Jessica. “You will wait until feeding time! You will not trick me in to loosening your bonds so you may escape!”

Fuut released her grip and dropped Jessica to the ground… hard. She cried out in surprise and pain.

Fuut grunted as she turned away, preparing to leave.

[Wow… that was smooth…] Clow commented.

Sounding gruff and indifferent, Fuut replied, [I tied her hands too tight. She needs to take the wraps off…]

[You know she can’t…] Clow said.

[Yeah, yeah…] Fuut dismissed the comment. [They should be plenty loose now. Probably too loose…]

[And if she runs?] Clow asked.

[Why do you think I dropped her? She should be barely able to walk for a couple hours at least. Can’t run if you can’t walk, right?] Fuut, still with her back to us, asked, [Do you think it was too hard? She’s so… fragile…]

[They toughen up… Mother demonstrated this for us. They will become strong nurses for the tribe.] Clow replied.

[I can’t show weakness right now. Is my lady bleeding?] Fuut asked.

Lady? That’s an interesting Orcish term of endearment to use so quickly. I would say Clow and I hit it off pretty well, and she hasn’t called me ‘Lady’ yet.

Sounding almost apologetic, Clow spoke at Jessica and I, “We will be back later. Stay put until then.” I noticed Clow visually examining Jessica’s wrists and legs. Clow looked back at me and gave an adorable little wave to me. I smiled.

Clow turned to leave, and spoke to Fuut, [She’s going to live. But you have a long way to go before she accepts to be your ‘Lady’…]

The she-orcs all left the cage, leaving all the captives from the village alone in their new prison.

Once they were gone, many of the captives began crying and sobbing. Jessica weeped silently as her knees began to sport purple bruises at the joints.

I sat silently, hardly moving. I wanted to tell her everything, all the info I picked up from them chatting in front of us. But what if she uses it against them? What if she sells me out? I need to wait and see how she works through this.

Eventually, Jessica sat up and adjusted herself to take the pressure off her swollen knees. Jessica looked at me, a spark of irritation and rebellion in her eyes.

“She likes you, you know.” I said to her, very matter-of-factly.

Jessica gave me a dumbfounded look as her train of thought was completely derailed by the statement. “Wait… what?”

I grinned, “She. Likes. You.”

She rolled her eyes, “She has a really violent way of showing it…”

I smirked, “Yeah… but how are your hands feeling?”

Jessica checked her wrists, surprised to find that the bonds were so loose she could slip them off.

“Oh my gods! Cynthia! We can get out of here! Let me get you untied!” Jessica began trying to loosen the bonds at her knees.

“Stop” I said, quietly but firmly. “That’s not why she loosened it.”

She looked ant me incredulously, “Who cares why she did it? I mean, whose side are you on here?”

I’m on the side of big green orc dick… I don’t want to go… In her eyes, I am fully a traitor. I probably shouldn’t divulge that yet.

I slipped my wrists out of my own bindings, stretching my arms and wrists before returning them to the wraps. “I want to survive. Have you ever heard of anyone living by escaping from a nighttime disappearance?”

“No…” She admitted.

“And, do you have any idea where we are? Did you even know Orcs had villages?” I asked.

“Well… No… but…”

“And how far do you really think you’re going to get with your knees that injured?” I asked.

“Wait… how do you know how badly hurt my knees are?” She demanded.

I sighed, “Because they were talking about it…”

“You heard them say something about my knees?” She asked, surprised.

“I mean, you did too, you just didn’t know it…” I said, with a hint of a sly smile. “I might know how to speak Orcish…” My eyes got big, “SOME Orcish… not all of it…”

“So… they were talking about me?” Jessica asked.

I sighed, “When you asked about the wraps, she tested and they were too tight. She felt bad and wanted to just take them off so you’d get your circulation back. Clow told her that you’d try to run if she loosened the wraps, and Fuut said that’s why she banged up your knees so bad. ‘can’t run if you can’t walk’ or something like that…”

“Oh… wow…” She said.

“They put on quite the show in common though… I suspect that they never expected any human to know Orcish, so they speak freely in front of us. For now, I can get a little more… insight… into what’s going on with us.” I got very stern, “But that only works if THEY DON’T KNOW I CAN UNDERSTAND THEM! So put your shit back on, and focus on being hurt right now.”