Fighting and Fucking For The Camera (Mf version)

It was true. When an orc man is soaked in water his skin will secrete a nutrient rich gelatinous fluid which seems to be amazing for the skin and goes well with crackers. When soaking in sunlight, as I was at that moment when Ophidia opened a previously concealed window in the roof that made the silver scrollwork of the scripture hanging over us shimmer and gleam, filling the room with light that caused my whole body to start sprouting fuzzy strands of sea-grass. It felt good, cleansing. As if all the tension and garbage obstructing the healthy flow of my ki was purged as it was transmuted into something useful. Feeling the two women lick and nibble at me felt good. When I did rise out of the tub, I simply peeled the fuzzy exodermis with its gooey core off my body and toweled off. Feeling refreshed and ready to deal with whatever master Lucas had in store for me.

In that time, my two companions gave me a crash course in proper **** etiquette. It seems that Cotton-Ass#3 read more than just newspapers. The rabbit-adjinn voraciously consumed any book, magazine, or pamphlet she could get her hands on. A great deal of her reading material were manuals on proper **** behavior and countless articles on **** training. The young bunny girl was buzzing with enthusiasm as she instructed me in different commands I was expected to know with only a gesture, positions I was to assume with a single word, how to tell someone’s position and specialties from the type, quality, and position of the ornaments and jewelry the different slaves were adorned.

“The basics are pretty intuitive, bare necked slaves are on the bottom. Then leather, copper, steel, silver, titanium, gold, and at the top are the slaves with diamond studded collars. You see someone with a collar that is nothing but shiny rocks and you are basically talking to their human owner. They are more like pets than livestock. Unless they are being punished, you won’t see anyone with a gold or silver collar in the fields. Those metals are reserved for house slaves. An armlet is like a half-step up, a septum ring a half step down, while a bracelet or anklet can indicate a positive or negative ranking depending on the material or if there are any charms or icons involved.”

What I found most intriguing was her analysis of the tension between the different **** races. “Orcs have really thrown off the traditional balance. Y’all are just too good as slaves. Which is making everyone nervous.” The rabbit-adjinn said.

“Well, we are better.” I said with a shrug. “But it is not like people are going to want fewer slaves. Even if orcs can do more work and look better doing it. It is not like they are going to just get rid of the anthros while they can still work.”

“It is more than that. There have been fundamentalists who have advocated for exterminating the anthrokin since the earliest days of The Church. Now those people are preaching that God made the orcs to replace us. Some people are calling for a ban on importing anthros from the old continent. And that is besides the fact that you make all of the other monsters jealous. You are stronger than minotaurs, work harder than centaurs, you breed faster than nezumi, your milk is better than a holstaur…”

“And our body grass is high in protein and fiber.” I snarked.

The bunny girl giggled and nuzzled my leg. “I was going to say ‘and every one of you has a hot bod that just exudes this amazing aroma.” The girl took a deep breath of my natural musk before she said. “It is intoxicating. Everyone just wants to be around you.”

“Everyone except the elves.” Ophidia corrected.

“Well, yeah. That goes without saying.” The rabbit-adjinn said with a shrug.

“Elves have a problem with orcs?” I asked.

Both **** girls burst out in laughter. “Oh Arthor’s sack, where do I even begin with that one.” The bunny-girl said.

Before she could elaborate, the sound of the door’s lock being unbolted filled the room. “Quick. Nadu.” Ophidia said, indicating which of the **** poses we should take to greet Master Lucas. The three of us fell to our knees, legs spread open with our palms open, facing upward resting our thighs with our heads bowed. As we waited for commands, I heard multiple sets of feet. The scent of humans, anthros, adjinn, and orcs wafted through my olefactories. We were made to wait on our knees as most of the slaves spread out to do their duties. A small group of the new arrivals gathered around us.

“You werain’t fibbing, brohah. This fella is the biggest verda anyone ever seen, no doubt.” I could tell from the speaker’s tone and scent that the man was Lucas’s brother.

“No doubt.” Lucas said. “Eyes up.” the chief overseer commanded. My head rose to see Lucas standing next to a man who did bear a striking resemblance to him. Attending the two humans were a handful of orcs along with three collared beastkin. A blonde anthro-monkey woman with a gymnast’s figure, an adjinn girl that looked and smelled like her daughter, and a graceful aquatic adjinn with hair that seemed to float around the woman’s delicate figure as if she was submerged in water. Her silver collar matched the decorative scales that shimmered in the skylight and the gills on her deltopectoral triangles. But for that and some adorable bony protrusions that made the water-adjinn look like a princess, she looked breathtakingly, inhumanly human. A **** waif who took my breath away. “Rise and be at ease.” Commanded master Lucas.

The bunny adjinn got to her feet the fastest. “Hey Sis!” She said to the water-adjinn, she leapt up and gave the taller woman a hug. “They let you out of the tank for this? Are you getting bred today as well?”

“No. I have to be back in the big house before the guests arrive, but Master Rury has a kind heart and gave me leave to watch and support my little sister.” The water-girl turned and looked at me. “They were not kidding. He is the biggest orc I have ever. Are you going to be alright sis?” The angel of a fish girl asked.

“Yeah. He looks all scary and mean, but he is just a big cuddly ursine. There is no one I…” the words got lost in her mouth as the bunny girl’s eyes fell on a nubile orc boy with a copper collar around his neck. The Bunny girl blushed and batted her eyelashes. The orc boy noticed the girl looking at him. The two young lovers stared at one another for a long silence heavy with unspoken feelings before the monkey-adjinn backflipped over the orc boy and landed next to the Bunny-girl“Hey Cousin cotton butt.” The monkey-adjinn said, giving the shorter girl a big hug. “Excited?” The blonde girl asked. I could not help but notice that not only did the carpet match the drapes, but so did the tail.

“Hey Cousin Miru” Cotton-Ass#3 said smiling up at the taller adjinn before turning to give an even bigger smile to the orc boy. “Hi CherryStick. I am glad that you are here.”

“Thanks” The virgin orc boy said awkwardly.

“Can you believe it? Dad and Uncle Luke said that once we give our owner a couple of replacements…”

“““We will be Daddy’s girls.””” The cousins shrieked in joy before the pair jumped up and down in youthful exuberance which seemed to make the nubile orc boy standing next to them uncomfortable.

“I am really happy for you both. Really.” CherryStick said. I could smell that the orc boy was lying. “We will have to make our trip into town an extra big celebration.” He said, smiling sheepishly. “It might be the last time that we are all together.”

“Don’t say that.” The bunny girl said, her hand caressing the young orc’s smooth cheek. “Just because we are going to be owned by our fathers does not mean that you will not see us.”

“Its just that while you are making mana-berry quotas. We will be tending to our Daddies’ needs like we were a couple of heirloom elves.” Miru said.

“It will be nice to know that someone is looking after him in case my owner decides to sell me.” The anthro-monkey said walking over to her daughter’s side. “It is a shame that your brother did not want to come.”

“You know how Saru is.” Miru said.

“That boy needs to get over himself and accept that life is not fair. He should be happy that you have a father that cares about you and drop this petty resentment act. It is not going to make you any less human.” Her mother said. “I am so happy for you sweetie.”

The chief overseer walked up to me with a smile.“How you feeling BigFella?”Lucas asked me as he patted my ass. “This is my brother Eli and his daughter, Miru. We have enough time for you to knock up a couple of sluts before the afternoon quota check. Tell me, how are you at playing pretend? People will pay extra to watch a breeding recording with a plot. Now, I know your kind have trouble absorbing the writing engrams in your binding. So let me explain what I want from this first scene.” Lucas then pointed at his rabbit-adjinn daughter and the nubile orc boy with the name CherryStick and told me his plan.

After he had laid it all out for me. Lucas asked. “So, what do you think, BigFella?” He asked as he gestured for one of the nearby orc slaves to come over. One of my daughters stood with her hands on her head as the chief overseer fondled her breast.

I wanted to tell the overseer that it was cruel, sadistic, and spiteful. Instead my mind drifted to that strange hiccup when I seeded Ophidia and I told the master. “I hope I can fulfill my duties. I am not sure that I can give you the children you desire.”

Lucas said. “I am sure that you have no problems in that department. I have been asking around. Hot dang it is like over half the verdas we hauled inheya today say they are your son or daughter. Three wives. Dang.”

“Five.” I corrected. “I had five wives when I was taken.”

“Well, Lady Barnett owns three. Plus that little sweetart what says she is gonna be married to you.” Lucas pointed to an orc girl changing sheets on the bedroom set Ophidia and I had just used. It was the princess of the Stone Bison tribe I had won in the fighting pits. Her petals sat between her legs still untouched. I opened and closed my fists thinking of how much I wanted to tear this human half my size to pieces before taking back what is rightfully mine. “I have no doubt that you can perform upon command.” Lucas said.

“I am sure I can perform, but at the moment of implantation. Something. Strange is happening to me with my DrrJkktckchptck.” I said not having a human word for the part of me that formats my seeds.

Lucas burst out laughing. “Default Mode!” He said, hitting me with his fists as he lost himself in what seemed like the funniest thing in the world. “The mana’geneers had a dick’s end of a time figuring out how all that works down there.” I felt the sudden sting of my human master slapping my cock. The sound of the meaty slap was loud enough that Lucas surprised himself. “But eventually they got it all worked out and incorporated into the bindings. Y’all will breed what you're told, and when not told otherwise, the default mode was set to seed a betorc, a grox, and a placentorc. That last one is just a fancy way of saying that the sluts you knock up are pregnant with half-orc babies.”

“Half? How can something be half an orc? You are either an orc, or you ain’t.” I said. “And betorc? Grox? Sorry master but those words do not mean anything to me.” I said.

“HoneyCunt4, Fiddler, come.” Lucas commanded. An orc buck and bitch walked over to the task master. As soon as I saw the pair I could tell that there was something wrong with these two. They were orcs. But they were not proper orcs. They were runty, grottish, scrawny, timid creatures made to imitate an orc, but built using shortcuts, half-steps, and goblin parts. They disgusted me. Lucas grabbed the pair by the backs of their necks and started stroking their emerald green skin with his thumb. “These are betorcs. They have a longevity of 25% greater than a regular orc without that late stage metamorphosis you all go through to decide who is an alpha and who is chow for goblins.” Lucas grinned at my visible dislike of the twisted creatures the humans had made in mockery of The Great Green. The sickly looking things cowered from my glare “They get that a lot from your lot. Mockery of your big fungus spirit and all that. They are becoming quite popular with the shopkeepers and merchant houses.” Lucas let go of their necks and grabbed their wrists to show me their weak, spidery hands. “Good for clerical work. Make great music’ans too.” Lucas sent the pair of betorcs scurrying off with a slap on their scrawny asses and the command to “Git back to work.”

“Yes, Master, of course master, I am happy to be commanded.”

“It feels good to be told what to do. I am so glad to have the masters to serve.” The two pittered on like that, groveling obsequiously more to one another than to the humans to which they were so devoted.

Lucas turned to look at his daughter, then at me. “Now. Letsah make me some grandchildren.”

It started out like a lot of pornos. A girl sitting on a bed getting interviewed by a cameraman. “Right now I am registered as Cotton-Ass#3. But I am hoping that, Daddy will give me a new name soon.” She told the camera when asked her name. When they asked her if she had a lot of experience with sex. The girl blushed and said “Everyone says that I am as good at sucking cock as my momma, but that is it.” When she was asked if she ever kissed a boy, the girl closed her eyes and shook her head. “Masters never gave me permission. I. My Daddy told me when I was still a kid, before my tail grew in, that my first kiss was special and that I had to save it.” When she was asked if there was someone that she thought about kissing. Someone she wished that she could kiss. The Bunny girl buried her hands in her face and laughed as she saw CherryStick coming towards her. “Oh my God you guys!” She said as the orc sat down on the bed and put his arms around the girl.

“Zhella, there is something I have to tell you.” The young orc said, looking nervous. “I love you.” He said looking the young demi-human in the eyes as he was compelled to tell her that. “Master Lucas, he commanded that I come up here and tell you how I really feel about you. And how I really feel is that you are the kindest, smartest, sweetest, most wonderful woman in the whole world. I would do anything to be with you. I am sorry for using your friend name in public, but I will never call you that demeaning title.” He said before adding. “Unless a master gives me a direct order.”

“Oh Cherry.” She said with tears of happiness in her eyes as she reached over and wrapped her arms around her friend. The two held each other, trying to eek out what comfort they could from one another. The young lovers looked into each other’s eyes with a longing that turned to agony as they tried to kiss, but the bindings upon their soul prevented them from so much as rubbing noses.

Standing behind the cameraman. Lucas said. “That was really sweet. Did you mean that part about being willing to do anything to be with her? Think carefully, ****. Anything can be a very powerful word in application.”

The boy was a proper orc. His voice did not waver in the slightest when he said. “Absolutely. Zhella is the most precious thing in the world to me. She is my everything. I would take any risk for her.”

“Well.” Lucas said thinking. “That does change my plans a bit. I was just going to let you kiss for a while before making you watch BigFella here knock my girl up. But now that I realize that you feel that strongly about her. I am going to let you fight for her. BigFella.” Lucas gave my ass a slap. “Walk over there, and take your time breaking his arms and legs. Make sure that he has a good position to watch you. After you finish seeding ‘his everything’ with a coupla half orcs and betorcs. Find out if ‘is feeling changed or if he wants to finish the fight.”

The boy gave a good accounting for himself. The boy used his cunning and slid between my legs and tried to kick my feet out from under me. But the boy’s strike lacked the power to do more than make me sway. The boy got to his feet faster than I could be bothered to turn. The boy was burning with greenfyre as he got around me again and leapt on my back. “WOAAHHR!” The boy bellowed in my ears as he tried to **** me out. I sighed and let him at least try and constrict my airway, but my muscles were too strong and his were too runty.

I let him grunt and squeeze in vain for long enough that Lucas got annoyed. “I know I said take your time, but there is no reason to drag out the boy’s humiliation.” My overseer commanded that I break CherryStick. So I reluctantly took each of his arms in one of my hands and squeezed. Even as his bones turned to powder in my hand, the orc did not scream. Even after I snapped his femurs over my knee, the boy never gave his enemies any more satisfaction than a sharply drawn breath and a defiant laugh. The rabbit-adjinn officially known as Cotton-Ass#3, but to her friends as Zhella, was doing enough screaming and crying for the both of them.

“Stop it! Please! Daddy, make him stop! Cherry!” She sobbed uncontrollably as I dragged her childhood sweetheart into the corner and propped him up in a chair.

“Good fight.” I told the nubile orc.

“Good fight.” CherryWood agree. “But I will kill you.” CherryStick spat defiantly at me.

“Maybe you will, but it won’t be today boy.” I turned from the runty little scrub that had no right challenging me and towards the girl I had stolen from him. Zhella looked at me with horror and recoiled in horror as I approached. She tried running away only to be ordered to get back on the bed and spread her legs. Zhella froze in place for a long pause before the short stack complied with the master’s commands.

A cameraman with a handheld got up close on the bunny girl’s virgin pussy. Zhella squirmed and mewled as the human fondled her labia. “Damn, so tight, so wet. I am almost jealous of you Verda.” The cameraman said as he moved out of the way for me.

Small though the fight was. A fight for a woman is a fight for a woman. My blood was hot. I burned with pent up desire. My enemy was beaten and broken, yet he had neither submitted or died, it left an incompleteness to the act. Making my instincts to dominate and conquer this nubile girl scream all the louder. I suppose that was what Lucas had had in mind all along.

I picked the girl up with both hands and slowly pulled her down onto me. The cameraman was not wrong. The girl was small and tight. As enormous as I was I stretched the bunny girl to her limit. The girl’s eyes rolled back as pleasure and pain battled for dominance in her nervous system. I held her ass in one hand while I used my other hand to give the girl something with which to support herself. I started slow but forceful, letting her know that she was indeed being fucked by the most powerful creature in the natural or abnatural worlds but never losing control, always keeping it strong steady as the rhythm increased.

I felt Zhella’s back muscles relax into the palm of my hand as her own instincts kicked in. Zhella’s hips started working like a jackhammer. She pulled herself up and hugged herself around my waste. Her breasts, which must have defied gravity to be that big on a frame that small, squeezed against me. I felt her nipples like rocks pressing into my flesh as she vibrated in my arms. She made the most adorable ‘Brrrrrlllrrrr’ noise when she would cum, which she did a lot.

When it was my turn to cum, the strange sensation in my genitals did not surprise me and actually felt oddly pleasant. I was not just creating life, but I was creating life for my masters, even if that life was disgusting trash monsters that exist as a living mockery to all that is Green and Good. My body did not care. As I came, I saw flashes of the creatures I was creating. Lucas had insisted on three female betorcs to act at the replacements Ms. Barnett had asked for, but he also wanted, what he called, ‘proppah’ grandchildren, and insisted that I knock up Zhella with two half-orcs, one boy, and one girl.

Every fiber of my being screamed at me to not create these children. For an animal to be infused with The Green but not be of The Green was blasphemy, a perversion of all that is proper, but higher powers were at work. Like a battle raging in my soul, the greenfyre struggled defiantly under the lash and yoke of the Human God’s power and in the end my energies could go nowhere except where my human master’s desired.

“WOOOOAAAAAAHHHHHHR!!!” I cried out as the greenish-white goo inseminated the bunny girl. I carefully set Zhella down, her thighs as covered with the overflowing seed as the rest of her was dripping with sweat.

Once the girl lying on the bedspread her beatific look of bliss was broken when she heard CherryStick grunting in the corner. Like a switch was flipped in her head, Zhella went from ecstatic joy to disgusted shame. The girl curled into a ball and turned her back on the broken orc boy.

“So boy, you still want to fight for my daughter?” Lucas asked. “Gonna have BigFella here finish you off, or are you gonna get it through your thick skull into your moss covered brain to STAY AWAY from MY daughter.”

CherryStick spat a glob of blood and looked at me. Without breaking our stare, the nubile orc said, very slowly. “No, Master. I am done fighting. I don’t want her anymore.”

“Atta boy.” Lucas turned away from the broken orc towards a crowd of betorcs” Fiddler! Get this sorry excuse for an orc to the healing hut.”

“I would love to Master. Thank you for giving this lowly **** this task.” the creature said as it gathered up a gang of its scrawny, weak, passive, kin and hauled the orc out of the film studio as they said things like “We are making the masters happy.” “Doing what we are told feels good.” “Being a **** sure is great.” All of them nodded to one another like brainless birds as they chattered and toiled.

“You did a great job sweetie.” Lucas said walking up to his daughter and resting his hand on her shoulder. “I know that was not easy for you. I know I did not make it any easier, and it is alright if you hate me right now. Tomorrow morning when those grubs crawl out of you and Lady Barnett signs you over to me, we can start over. I know that eventually you will understand that I did this for your own good.” Lucas brushed the hair from his daughter’s human earlobe. “Orcs his age only think about one thing. I know that you think that he really loved you, but he only loved you for something that you were, not for who you are.”

“You are wrong. You heard him say it, he did love me, until you had him broken and made into a cuck.” Zhella said, spitting the words as if they were acid that could burn her father’s face.

Lucas wiped the spittle from his cheek and smiled at his girl. “He did love you. But the moment I decided to have you bred, that love was fated to end. Don’t think I did not ask if I could have had your beau do the deed. But you know how Lady Barnett is about her virgin orc boys.”

Too tired to fight anymore, the Bunny girl turned to her father and asked “what happens now?” in an exhausted voice.

“Now my sweet girl, we get you cleaned up. Then get some rest. No more quotas for you today.”

Zhella smiled and let out a yawn as she said. “Yes. Daddy.”

After he had seen to her, Lucas came over to me and said. “Alrightah, let's get BigFella here cleaned up as we prep the next shoot. Come on people. We are burning daylight and if my niece is not knocked up by fifth bell y’all will spend tomorrow in The Toaster.”

“““Yes, Master””” Cried out a dozen voices.

(If you have made it this far and would like to see more of Gus the orc's adventures through this world of magical slavery, please leave a like. I am curious what people think. Leave your criticisms, questions, or compliments in the comments. I promise they will get read.)

(If you would like to see an alternative version of this scene where CherryStick is unbroken but penetrated alongside is beau in some steamy Mmf action, let me know in the comments as well.)