A captive rose

From the notebook of Thylaea Spiritsong, Summer 157 of the 4th age

I was hiding away from the scorching sun in the chief's hut same as most days this past week as it gets much to hot on these steppes in summer to think straight let alone get any academic work done. The tribe is despite the heat is still busy erecting a massive structure around us. I'm idly watching them haul massive tree trunks for the crude building with only manual **** making sweat run down their backs.

Suddenly Verthag enters followed by his next in command and crash down on the pile of furs cushioned with straw in the centre of the room. I'm told there's an important visitor arriving soon and in his usual roundabout way Verthag orders me stay with my book and quill while making it sound like it was my request. I don't object of course.

After Verthag and the Crimson Fang subjugated the Black claw and Deathcap clans by **** the chief of another tribe called the Bone cleavers had decided to save his position by instead swearing fealty to the great chief.

When a quarter of an hour had passed the other chief arrived and he stepped into the hut. The chief of the Bone cleavers was an old Orc, his hair gray and his dark green skin going wrinkly but still looking as strong as any other orc. He left his entourage outside but he was dragging a human woman behind him by a ring on her leather collar which also happened to be the only thing she was wearing. She was a curvy woman with wide hips and ample bosoms. Her skin was pale - indicative of a noble woman or a mayor's daughter perhaps.

They both stood before Verthag. "Hail Verthag Gorechains!" the chief said with a roar "I am Burul Grimfang of the bone cleavers clan and I bring tribute to the chief!"

The poor girl was trembling as the gathered orcs watched her with lustful eyes. Her eyes met with mine and they were pleading for me to save her but of course there was little I could do for Rose (As I would later learn her name is) at this point except offer my sympathy.

Verthag accepted the tribute and thanked Burul and ensured him the tribes were now allied. Burul prodded Rose in the back to push her forward, she took a couple of unsteady steps before she fell and landed in front of Verthag.

After a moments silence Verthag snarled "Go on, slut" in the common tongue.

"You must show her how, great chief" replied Burul "We picked her up two weeks ago in our raid of the human town down the river but I've told my grunts to keep their hands off. You will be the first Orc this human knows"

While loosening the pieces of his leather armour a huge grin could be seen on Verthag's face. Down to just the straps for holding the armour in place and his loincloth he reached to grab the heavy iron ring attached to his new ****'s collar and pulled her into his lap while leaning back into his makeshift throne of furs.