Learning my Place; Meeting my Masters.

As I stepped into the light I felt as if someone had smashed a hammer on my skull from the inside as this body's memories started mingling into my mind. Eventually it would be impossible even for me to tell where Gus ended and the orc began, but at that time it felt like we were two very separate people.

You had led a scouting party alongside your mates and your progeny to learn what you could about the invaders. What you saw was horrifying. Orcs singing with beatific smiles on their faces as they toiled under the lash of overseers who sat mounted on all sorts of strange beasts and more than a few centaur breeds. Orcs and other creatures, some you recognized while others were as foreign as the invaders themselves, worked at clearing land, planting crops, digging wells and canals, defiling the lands of your ancestors and desecrating the sacred winnowing grounds.

From time to time you would see ethereal collars, shackles, and chains manifest around the slaves. Especially when one of the scrawny little monsters wanted one of their ****'s attention.

You saw as an invader simply gestured and a leash appeared in his hand attached to the collar of the anthro-squirrel that had caught the overseer's attention. The **** stumbled forward, unable to resist when pulled by the ethereal chains. The monster beat the furry with his whip until the creature was on its hands and knees in the dirt. You watched the monster barking something in its strange language you did not understand at the time. Now you know that the human was saying to the anthro-squirrel was "Fucking degenerate furry. You are lucky we even allow your misbegotten kind to exist, especially now that we know this new world is so rich with monsters to bind." The human overseers kicked the anthro in the stomach, ground its face in the dirt, then proceeded to relieve himself as he told the ****. "You are one lucky furry. If you were my ****, you and your whole family would be warg chow. But Lady Barnett has a soft-spot for disgusting creatures." The human pulled his pants back up and remounted his centaur. "Clean your furry-ass up. You are filthy enough as is, no reason for you to stink more than you have to. Hurry-quick!" The overseer barked as he snapped his whip in the air. The sound of the thunder crack, not to mention the sight of sparks flying from the enchanted leather sent the squirrel running for a nearby shack.

You skulk on, moving around trying to learn more when you hear someone screaming. It is your son. His gaze is transfixed on the figure standing at the top of a rune-pole. He is the first but not the last as other members of your scouting party break their cover and stand petrified in horror at the sight of something you dare not look at. With alarms being raised you and what remains of the scouting party make a run for it and try to lose the humans in the forest. Of the fifty orc warriors who joined you in this mission, only thirty six came back.

When you and the other scouts told your tribe what you had witnessed, the shock and horror was universal. Everyone agreed that the only thing to be done was to gather as many warriors together as they could, burn down every human colony they found, and drive the invaders back into the sea.

Messengers were sent with gifts, as a war council was called. As the largest alpha of the tribe, it would be your responsibility to lead the other warriors into battle. As the biggest, strongest, and fiercest orc, you would have the pleasure of being first to slaughter the pig skinned vermin and find out if they tasted better raw, boiled, or roasted alive.

The night of the war council the stars gleamed down brightly and in the Swirling Heavens the patterns of green were robust, an auspicious sign for orcs preparing for war. Nine tribes had gathered to bind their oaths with marriages, feasting, lots of jilweed smoking, ritual dancing, and copious amounts of tandoo, that cider-like beverage that makes orc parties the best parties.

The celebrations were going so well that people almost forgot that they were preparing for a fight against an enemy with terrible powers which will show them no quarter. You look on as seven of your sons and nine of your daughters dance with their new spouses. Your five wives lounging by your side enjoying the sweet flavor of a delightful strain the Dusk Wolves brought with them. You enjoy the moment, even taking your turns in the fighting pits and put a dozen orcs in the dirt and even manage to win yourself another wife when some hotshot from the Stone Bison tribe wagered daughters with you. But before you get the chance to bond with your virgin bride. You see someone in the distance.

Two of your sons, one of your daughters, and a half dozen other orcs thought lost in the scouting mission emerged from the darkness. They were not alone. The orcs were leading columns of armor clad humans. Some of the men were carrying large rectangular shields holding spearlike weapons that sparked with magical power you would later learn were called ‘hex-carbines’. Mixed among them were warriors carrying smaller round shields and long, elegant blades wreathed in sorcery. Towering over the soldiers were enormous metal giants. Men made of metal standing fifty or eighty tusk lengths tall. Between the soldiers and the massive war engines were the preachers. Men and women in robes carrying their beacon poles and their holy books as they shout their scriptures at the wild orcs. Their words are like clubs smashing into your bones. The cleric's words might have been nothing more than jibberish, but each syllable was heavy with Divine magic. You feel the power of the human's God and you fear that the ancestors living up in the Great Green might not have the mojo to cover you on the wyrd side of this fight and hope that the shamans are pulling their weight as you look for enemies to kill. You see others look up at the idols the human clerics carry around and freeze in fear, their shrieks of horror cutting through the other noise that is made of the cacophony of a fight at night.

Bolts of blue energy fly from the formations of human soldiers. Some of the orcs charge at the invaders, their eyes fixed on their enemies, their minds focused on rage, their bodies inured to the pain by pure hatred. Most of the warriors fall to stun blasts, their bodies curling up into the fetal position as they fall to the ground in throes of agony, their cries of pain muffled by their seizing muscles.

Some of the larger alphas like yourself can shrug off the stun hexes and get stuck in with the vermin that have colonized your shores. You grab one and fling him aside as you crush the skull of another in your hand. Swinging your fist like a club you feel a human's skull shatter and burst like a melon, the brain and blood of the strange creature was warm as it caked your hand. One of the humans tries to cut your arm off with an enchanted sword that flickers with flames, but you grab his arm and tear it off at the socket before he gets the chance. The human sword feels small in your hands, but it makes for a good weapon as it melts the humans and their armor as well as cutting them to bits.

You feel the pure ecstasy of battle bliss enveloping you when you feel something stabbing you in the back. You look down to see a piece of wood with a sharp stainless steel tip sticking out of your abdomen. Before you can respond to this new development, another spear is run through your body, then another, and another. You refuse to die, you fight and struggle even as your life blood is leaking out. The energies of the great green fill you. You hear the CRACK and POP of the wood spears breaking as you start to grow. The glow of The Green has enveloped you. Ever since your skin hardened up, you have always been the biggest and strongest orc you have ever known. Everybody has told you that from the Zakron Mountains to the Great Ocean, no one has seen an orc bigger than you. Now you know that you are about to become even bigger. An orc so big that calling him an alpha would not do him justice. As you stand up ready to crush the humans you feel something burning on your thigh. A pain worse than anything you have ever imagined.

With that pain came terrible Truth. You felt that truth work its way into your soul, the Truth slithered its way around your mind and spirit as it whispered in your ear the facts of your new reality. “God made Man in His Image. God Gave Man Dominion over all the things of the world, that includes you, Monster!”

I felt the sting of the pain stick in my back snap me back to the harsh reality I found myself in. I was in a field in front of an enormous manor house. In the distance I saw slaves working in the fields. I hear the crack of a whip and a cry of pain as I take my place behind the rest of the new arrivals.

The overseers had us standing in order of orciness. In the front stood the nubiles, The soft skinned boys and girls fresh out of the grow-hole who had either had not yet had their petals plucked, or had only recently had their first mating scrap but had not hardened up yet. But for the fact that girls had large perky breasts and the boys had a pair cock and balls hanging between their hairless legs, it was nearly impossible to tell male from female at this stage in an orc's life cycle. I could see that while some of the girls in the front row were missing their petals around their clitoral nub, all of the soft-skinned nubile boys still had the flower-like protrusions surrounding their hairless penises, indicating that though the boys were matured adults ready to have their first mating scrap, they were still virgins.

Standing behind the nubiles were the bucks and sows, young orcs who had produced children, fought in battles to harden up and were approaching their winnowing age. These orcs were tough but still supple, strong but lithe. The men displayed clear signs of masculinity while the women were in the full bloom of their feminine grace.

Behind them stood the alphas. Those men and women who had survived the winnowing with their minds intact. The orcs who had emerged from their cocoon as the epitome of orcoid breeds. Out of thirty orcs who survive to take on their final form, twenty nine will emerge as a pack of goblins, a litter of squicks, or as nothing but a pile of The Sacred Spores. The one who emerges alpha emerges as one of the Green Gods' chosen. A self-evident leader of all greenskin kind.

I stood a head and shoulder taller than the tallest of the assembled alphas and took my place behind them in a line of my own. No one questioned it out loud. Before one of the more rodent faced overseers could say anything a voice called out. "Slaves attend, your owner approaches." An effeminate elf-man said. The man in the velvet outfit festooned with ruffles wearing pointy shoes bedecked with bells came scurrying out of the manor door a few tusk-lengths ahead of a palanquin carrying an angel.

I knew that it was a trick the enchantment was playing on me. The dusky skinned woman clad in the skin tight sheer dress being carried out by eight slaves, a furry or scalie on each corner with two pairs of orcs in the middle, was attractive for a human of her years. She did look elegant reclined on her elevated perch in meticulously applied makeup adorned with jewelry of excellent craftsmanship. But the voice in the back of my head told me that she was the most beautiful thing in the world and that I would gladly die for my owner's pleasure. Sitting with the woman were two girls who smelled like her daughters, but that same smell told me that they had different fathers. Same for the male riding the manticore at their side. Three nubiles, three fathers, one mother.

The palanquin was set down, the slaves laid down in the dirt so the humans could step on them as they approached to get a closer look at us. "This new world keeps offering us ever more amazing bounties." The woman said as she walked up to one of the prettier virgin boys and teased his petals. The boy's knees faltered from the overwhelming sensation of having his most sensitive of areas teased by someone as exalted as his owner. The humans laughed before they gazed up at me.

"Arthor be praised. I did not know they got that big." One of the nubile girls said, looking at me. The girl's skin was much paler than her mother’s with a generous scattering of freckles, but both mother and daughter shared the same abundance of blonde natural curly hair with the younger girls possessing highlights of red.

"I don't think anyone did." The other daughter said. The shorter and more curvaceous daughter had straight raven hair, but shared her mothers dark caramel colored skin. "The Almanac says that orcs top out around seven feet tall, this boy has got to be at looks closer to eight and a half. He might be the biggest orc ever discovered." At this point all three women had surrounded me. The trio extended their hands with just a tinge of apprehension before the three human women started laughing as they fondled me with their soft, delicate, well manicured hands.

"That is great, and while I hate to interrupt your cock-gawking session.” The young man dismounting his manticore said. “Kari," He said to his blonde sister. “Balla” he said to the raven haired sister. "Mom." He said facing the woman who had given birth to the trio. "The governor is on his way with Mr. Dashinglon and The Crown Envoy. There are still a hundred things that need to be done before they arrive. I am sure that every minute you spend preparing yourself is a minute that Mr. Dashinglon will appreciate, Mother."

The woman laughed and playfully hit the young man who was the woman's spitting image. "Rury! What a manipulative little power player you have become." The woman gave her son a playful smile. "What would make you think that Thomas Dashinglon has any interest in me? A twice widowed mother of a bastard?" She said, sounding almost sarcastic.

"Because you are the twice widowed mother of a bastard with the largest plantation in the colonies. Because you own more slaves than anyone else on this side of the Onyx Sea, and if he marries you, your combined fortunes will make you one of the wealthiest couples in The Empire." Rury said smugly.

"Well, there is that." The woman giggled and turned her attention from her son towards us.

“Besides.” Kari said, opening her fan with one hand with one hand while her other hand was testing the weight of my testicles, bouncing my balls in her hands and rolling my pubic hairs between her fingers. I inhaled sharply as the sensation of her pointed tips scratching my ballsack sent surges of pleasure through my body that were almost worth the feelings of embarrassment and humiliation that came over me. “It is not like the great Colonel Thomas Dashinglon does not have his own skeletons in the closet. I heard from Maythreegin that…”

Kari was cut off when Balla said. “Maythreegin is a slut and a furry fucker who likes to talk shit and start rumors. You should not listen to anything that airheaded twat has to say about what other people do in the privacy of their homes.”

I smelled the anger cooking inside of Kari’s liver. Then the blonde said. “At least she knows how to have fun. Unlike some people I am related to. You know that you can learn things from places other than books, right? This IS The New World after all, you should try and explore it sometime.”

Balla rolled her eyes. “Yeah, lots to explore, trees that grow monsters, mountains with caves full of monsters, lakes and rivers filled to the brim with monsters. I guess I could head to town for its two tea houses, the one bath house, and not one, not two, but three, three hole ale houses. I am sure that our fair colony will get around to building a theater, eventually, when someone who knows how to play real music decides to move here to the edge of nowhere.”

“And I suppose you want to go back to living in the crowded, rat infested…”

“Enough, both of you.” Their mother snapped, cutting Kari off. “Rury is right. We should be focusing our efforts on preparing for our guests. Let’s get this done. And I do not want to hear any more about rumors and gossip. Especially about Colonel Dashinglon. A soldier and hero who has more than proven himself.”

“Yes, Mother.” The girls said in unison.

"Right." The older woman said before moving to the front of the crowd to address her new slaves with her children at her side. "My name is Jelissa Barnett, I am your owner." All of us felt our collars being tugged upon by those words. "You have the privilege of experiencing the Sacrament of Bondage. To know the joy of being a human's ****." Jelissa said as she smiled and caressed the nearest orc girl who returned a nervous but warm smile to the woman that owned us.

“Our God, The Most High, made all things and filled the world with life. God made Man and gave him dominion over all that had been created. God made Mon to serve and obey Man in all things. Mon was to be the instrument by which Man might..."

"Mom, they do not need a whole scripture lesson." Rury said.

"Rury has a point. The governor is going to bring his whole family and it is going to take me an extra hour to do my hair up in the tiara Jaxston that likes." Kari said with her cheeks blushing.

Jelissa let out a sigh. "What matters is.” Jelissa walked up to one of the sows who looked bored and grabbed the orc woman by the jaw. “Be grateful for the opportunity to have your souls saved.” Jelissa gently but firmly **** the orc woman to her knees. “Work hard. Please me and my family. Be the best slaves you can.” In a single action, Jelissa summoned the **** girl’s leash at the same time the woman kicked her chattel in the mouth with the steel tips of her pointy shoes. “Or else God is going to send you to Hell." With that Jelissa Barnett and her children went back inside. You could tell by the looks on the faces of the other orcs that they all really believed it.

There was a crack of the whip. "Alright you lazy verdas. Show is over. Don't think that just because this is your first day that we don't got work for all of you." One of the overseers said. "Move it! Verdas don't walk around here. Verdas Run! C'mon now! Let's see those green asses jiggle!" I felt the sting of the whip on my bare flesh and could do nothing but run faster in the direction my masters were ordering me. I saw one of my daughters, her petals still unplucked from her wedding night interrupted. My sweet beautiful girl looked at me with tears in her eyes as we ran. She opened her mouth to say something. I could tell that she wanted to ask me to protect her, to tell her that I would not let these scary monsters hurt her. Before she could say a word, the voice in the back of my head told me to speed up. My masters wanted me to get to the cluster of shacks as soon as possible and making my masters happy was more important than making my **** of a daughter feel better about getting the opportunity to be owned by one of God’s chosen people. I turned my gaze ahead and double-timed my pace. I heard my daughter cry out in pain from the overseer's whip. "Faster you lazy verda!"

“Yes, Master.” My daughter said through her tears.