Kinktober #4

This is a Monster Girl Encyclopedia fanfiction.

Careful / Bungee

"Help! Help!" Wilmore stopped, his ears perking as he heard the screams of terror and desperation from a young woman. Raising his eyebrow he turned to face the clearing from where the screams came but was unable to see through the foliage, "Help someone please!"

Wilmore sighed. Being as careful as he was he had no intention of leaving the trail through the forest, but he was a gentleman, or aspired to be one, and so couldn't consider leaving a woman pleading for help to her fates. Brushing the foliage aside he swam through the layers of dense vegetation in his way, flinching as the branch above him brushed through his neatly kempt blue hair, terrified that he may well have to be seen in public in a less than presentable state. He would have to consult his mirror when this affair had been concluded.
As he pushed aside the last branch obscuring the clearing, he was greeted with a bright light and the vision of a considerably beautiful woman with a thick brown plait hanging from her shoulder from behind her head, tied up against the trunk of a tall maple tree, donning a white and blue dress that once must have been very pretty but had been torn and stained with dirt. Wilmore's heart was gripped with pity for the young woman, and approached her. Not too close though. Filth was a contagious condition and if possible he would prefer to resolve it without being rendered the same state as the damsel.

"Good afternoon, maam." Wilmore said, taking a bow, "My name is Wilmore, chief clerk of Chandler's banking firm in Pallasandria. How might I be of service?"
The woman blinked, "Service? I don't... look, are you gonna undo these knots or are you gonna just stand there gawking?"
Wilmore scoffed, "Gawking? Maam, I do not do such things as gawk. I was merely inspecting your predicament. If I may say so, one does not encounter so many bound women in the middle of the forest these days."

The woman rolled her eyes, "If you must know I'm an actress."
"I see... I do apologize then, it was not my intention of interrupting your rehearsal."
"Rehearsal? Look, just because I'm an actress doesn't mean I'm always rehearsing for a play, you know? There are in fact other things that actors and actresses do!"
Wilmore's face was not at least fazed by the woman's unreasonable behaviour, "And prey tell me, to what are you currently engaged?"
"As a matter of fact this is an ambush."
"I beg your pardon? A what...?" CRASH! A large, heavy mass of soft, pinkish flesh wrapped itself around Wilmore's waist and dragged him along with her. Wilmore looked left and right, then at the voluptuous woman with porcine features who had sent herself crashing to the ground with him in tow.

"Gotcha , pretty-boy!" The woman oinked.

Wilmore flailed his arms in all directions when he realized the woman on top of him was clad in nothing but belts and scraps of leather armour suspended to her body with rope, "Eeeeeh! Get off me! Get off me! Get off... Humph! Ahh!" More orcs jumped on top of Wilmore, creating a dogpile and encasing him in a prison of juicy thigh, flushed faces warped with lust and astronomically big tits. His movements were sealed under the weight of no less than six orc girls, digging their arms in to their own pile so they could grope any part of Wilmore they could get their hands on, tearing his blue frock coat and, yellow trousers and white waistcoat, until when the orcs finally rose to their feet his clothes were in tatters, and he was wearing nothing but the rope the orcs used to tie him up.

"Bandits!? Monsters!? Oh, I knew this was a bad idea, I knew it! Taking one step off the beaten path, and that's all it takes to be roughly-handled by hoodlums!" Wilmore said as he looked between his captors staring down at him, admiring their handiwork and grunting and oinking as they did so, "So be it... You may contact my employer, the banking firm of Chandlers in Pallasandria, who will no doubt pay my ransom at their earliest convenience."

"Ugh... You don't get it do you?" The tied up actress said, "They don't want a ransom, they want to keep you."
"Keep me? What on earth would bandits do with me?"
"Glad you asked," the tallest and curviest of the orcs knelt down and oinked between giggling, "we're gonna have ya be our sex ****, ain't we?"
So grim were these words to Wilmore that his perplexion found itself a way of becoming paler than it already was, "sex... ****...?"
"That's right. You're gonna have to do anything they order you to do from now on," the actress explained, "and that will include sleeping with them."
Wilmore's pupils dilated and his jaws opened up in horror, "...but... But what if I don't want to...?'
"Then I'll reckon we'll just 'ave our way with ya, won't we?" The orcs oinked and squealed in excitement over this declaration. It looked like Wilmore was just about ready to faint. Instead he tried to wriggle away like a worm from these lustful monsters, but as his legs were tied together at the end of a long rope, the head orc simply pulled on the rope and jerked him back towards the group.

"Why me!?" Wilmore cried with wobbling lips.
"Why ? Cause there's nothin' we love more than a gentleman who comes for a lady in need!" One of the orcs hugged her cheeks and wiggled her butt as she blushed and oinked.
"Yah! Yer comin' with us now, lover boy!" The head orc grunted and pulled the rope, dragging him on the ground as the other orcs walked beside him.
Inside the forest the head orc swung her rope around and tossed it over a tree branch twice. She pulled on the rope dragging the knight up by his feet, leaving him hanging upside down like a piece of meat.

"You can't leave me like this! Help! He... mmmhmph!" One of the orcs pulled Wilmore's hair, pushing her lips against his and slipping her tongue into his mouth
"Aye. is not so bad! Just pretend yer playin' bungee jumping!" The orcs grunted between laughs as she watched the kiss. The rest of the orcs let their hands crawl over his exposed skin wherever there was room. The head orc removed the different pieces which constituted her top and sandwiched his member between her breasts, squishing her melons together with her hands and jerking him off. The attention, the sensation, the excitement of these voluptuous women got to him, and with his entire world literally upside down he couldn't help but grow erect. More than anything before that happened to him this made him embarrassed. Not only was he dragged off to become the boy toy of these ferocious, lustful monsters, but now his body was proving itself just as raw and unrefined as them. Worse than them, since he was held as their possession.

Soon enough the head orc could feel the twitching of his member, she moved away before jerking Wilmore with her hand, letting his white fluid spray up into the air over the orcs who tried to catch it as if they were playing in the rain. Wilmore had never been with a woman in his life, and he had never jerked off since he was fourteen. The sheer amount of cum ejected from his member was nothing of staggering, as if they were sprayed out like a hose really. It left him exasperated and confused, the orcs underneath him basking in the afterglow and licking the cum from their fingers.

"Gosh! We got a real prize pig didn't we girls!" The orcs all cheer and raise their arms up in excitement while the head orc slaps Wilmore's ass with an open palm making him squeal and shudder as he swung forward and back on his cord. "Now I think we earned ourselves a break, didn't we? You stay guard 'ere, right Selma? Let noone steal our treasure while we go back to camp and get ourselves a snack." The orc with a spear saluted her chief while the group moved away from Wilmore's sight.
Eventually the guard sat down, slumped her head and started snoring. That is when Wilmore noticed someone appearing from behind the foliage... the actress before, the one he tried to help!

"Please..." he whispered to them, "help... help me...I'm really scared, and dizzy... I do think I am about to be sick..."
"Now why would I go and do that hmmm?" compared to the women who had just manhandled him, this woman was slimmer with an hourglass figure and C-cup breasts. She had changed back into her ordinary getup of green apron-dress with lowcut top, "These fine ladies paid handsomely to have me act as bait for a man they could catch... and after a job well done I'm not gonna interfere with their fun. Look, I'm sure it was always your fantasy to spend your days with many lovers right?"
"No!" Wilmore looks back at the orc guard, who grunted at his exclamation, then went back to sleep, "I most certainly did not... I always aspired to marry above my class, and yet because of a moment of negligence I ended up in the hands of these merciless bandits."
"Well, isn't that a pity? The world isn't fair you know? I was gonna perform on the stages of Pallasandria... theater was my passion, but I couldn't pay anyone to hire me. Now here I am acting as husband-bait for monster girls. Life isn't always fair, mister."
"Well... it must be said, as far as actresses go you are not the worst. I would not have bothered to leave the path did not the scream grip my heart with terror, and the face of despair as you stood tied to the tree... and the sight of relief as you saw me... my word, if I ever get down from here it would be my privilege to witness you on the stages of Pallasandria, performing the true classics."
"...thanks, but it doesn't look like that's gonna happen..."
"Do not dismiss the possibility, young lady. Everyone deserves a second chance."

The woman sighed. She tugged on the rope and pulled on the loop, loosening it up instantly and making Wilmore crash to the ground.
"Huh... what the...?" The orc woke up and looked around.
"Ugh... ow my..."
"Don't just stand there!" The actress pulled on Wilmore's arm, helping him up and making him run with her, "Run!"
"Oy! Girls come here! 'Es runnin' away!"
Wilmore and the actress ran off through the forest back to her trailer, where they locked the door. He was given a new set of clothes from her chest, what turned out to be a big, white sailor outfit.

Wilmore couldn't decide if he was more embarrassed wearing this than just being naked, but at least it fit him well. "I... am most grateful for your interference. Truly, I am in your debt."
"Don't... start, please. Your talking... it's already ended me up in a sea of trouble. Those girls are gonna hunt me, and even if I escape... I'm expected to get another gig like this?"
"I... am sorry. Though this might be an opportunity really. Perhaps this is the time to once again pursue your dream of performing in the Pallasandria Theaters. You still are young and have your looks."
"I... will keep that in mind. And you had your goal..."
"Of marrying above my class. I have you know I am currently earning as much as three times the wage of someone my age and class, and am on good terms with my employers. I am fairly confident that in my near future I will arrive in the right circles."
"Right.... say, if you ever found the right girl... would you consider marrying someone else, like, say... a simple actress?"
"Perish the thought! I am doing this for my family's name, and my future progeny. I have high hopes for my own future and I shan't abandon those hopes so easily. Why do you ask?"
"...no reason. Now don't you have somewhere to go? If you don't mind, I need to practice."
"Most certainly, I need to find my way into a proper wardrobe. Once again, you have my gratitudes."
Wilmore opened the door to the trailer, but before he left he turned around, "I do apologize, miss. I do not think I got your name."
"Hmm? Oh, I'm Beatrice."
"Beatrice... I will make sure to look out for your name in the future. Have a good day."

When Wilmore left and closed the door, Beatrice buried her face in her hands for a moment, then stroked her hair, before picking up her old script, dusted it off and cleared her throat. "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...."