Jessica (Primary Story)

I stare blankly at the she-orc, trying to figure out if this is some sort of trick.

“Do you have a name?” The orc speaks slowly at me, her head cocked to one side, her greasy hair dangling heavily, flecks of vivid red visible in the dim light showing through the oily black clumps.

“Uhhhh…” I mutter.

A heavier set she-orc looked at me, and then at the orc speaking at me, “I think you broke her!” She chuckled, “Don’t hit them so hard, Fuut!”

The she-orc glared at the other before leaning down to prod her thick green fingers in my face, checking my cheeks, eyes, and ears. “Are you broken?” She asked aggressively, raising her voice further as she said, “Speak up, woman!”

“No! I’m not… broken…” I squeaked out, startled.

The she-orc’s face softened, and she made a dopey smile, “So what do I call you? What is your name?”

“I’m… Jessica.” I stammer.

“Jessica…” The orc sounded out slowly. “Humans have odd names. How do you shout them quickly in battle?”

I look at the she-orc confused, “I don’t battle. Why, what is your name?”

“I am Fuut, the destroyer!” She exclaimed proudly, flexing her lean, but muscular arms.

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

Fuut glared at the other she-orc, “Clow! Shut up! Tend to your own woman!”

I looked over and noticed that, in front of Clow, was a woman I recognized: Cynthia, the Baker’s daughter. We had exchanged pleasantries in the past, but never really spent any time together. She is a heavier-set woman, and many catty gossips in town would talk about her sweet-tooth, and how she would end up eating any prospective husband out of any inheritance or fortune he had.

Cynthia made eye contact with me, and we silently lamented our situation together.

The bickering between Fuut and Clow escalated into Orcish shouting, and an exchange that, even without knowing what was said exactly, seemed as though Fuut had referred to Clow with some sort of insulting slur. Clow looked at us with concern, and realizing that we had no idea what Fuut had said, looked back at her with a building anger.

Fuut, realizing what Clow’s fear was, smirked cruelly. “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.

Cynthia and I stared at each other as the she-orcs that kidnapped us ignored our presence and fought. I tugged at my bindings, hoping to loosen them, even if only to get the tingling in my hands to subside. Cynthia, waited surprisingly patiently for the sisters to finish their spat. I vaguely recalled that the Bakers had more than one daughter. Maybe this sort of argument is… common(?) between sisters? Maybe not with this level of ****, but Cynthia appears to be waiting out the dispute very calmly.

Fuut and Clow were laying on their backs, sweating and bleeding as they caught their breath. Words I didn’t understand in Orcish were exchanged between them as they recovered. Occasionally they would laugh in unison.

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

Clow, accepting Fuut’s assistance getting up, gave a crooked smile. I realized that the smile was only crooked because her cheek was swollen. Clow looked at me directly and said, “Do not fear Fuut the Destroyer. Only the weak experience destruction. Thok was weak. You seem strong.”

I looked over at Cynthia, who was blushing red in the face. I didn’t understand why, but she seemed to know something that I had missed.

“We will be back later to bring your meal.” Fuut looked at me, tied up on my knees. She spoke surprisingly softly, as if she was giving a resort schedule, and wasn’t instead telling a captive being held against their will that they probably won’t starve today.

I struggle against my wrist bindings. “Can you take these off at least? My wrists hurt…”

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

“Hmmm…” Fuut struggled and finally gave a huff. With an aggressive grunt, Fuut grabbed the binding between my wrists, squeezing it tightly. If my hand had not already gone numb, the pain of the added pressure would have been excruciating. Fuut effortlessly lifted me by the squeezed binding off the ground and suspended me in front of her so our faces were at the same level. I could smell her musky scent, smelling of an inhuman body odor, likely from sweating while fighting with Clow. There was another scent underneath that… an almost pleasant smell… floral maybe?

Fuut glanced at Clow, furrowed her brow, and glared aggressively at me. “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 I dropped to the ground… hard. Landing on my bent knees, I cried out in surprise and pain as the sensation radiated through my legs. My eyes watered, but I held my tears back.

Fuut grunted as she turned away from me, preparing to leave. Without looking at either Cynthia or myself, Fuut had a short conversation in Orcish with Clow. Occasionally, Clow would glance at me as they spoke.

Sounding almost apologetic, Clow spoke at Cynthia and I, “We will be back later. Stay put until then.”

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. I cried silently at my freshly bruised knees, which hurt terribly.

Cynthia sat silently, hardly moving. She glanced over at me, but said nothing as I worked through my emotions.

Eventually, my resolve steeled, I looked up, more with irritation than fear. I looked at Cynthia, who was apparently waiting for me to get to this point.

“She likes you, you know.” Cynthia said, very matter-of-factly.

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

Cynthia grinned, “She. Likes. You.”

I roll my eyes, “She has a really violent way of showing it…”

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

I realized suddenly that the numbness and tingling in my hands was gone! Actually, the bonds were loose enough, I could just slip out of them completely now!

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

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

I look at Cynthia incredulously, “Who cares why she did it? I mean, whose side are you on here?”

Cynthia slipped her wrists out of her own bindings, stretching her 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…” I admitted.

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

“Well… No… but…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cynthia 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…” I 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.” Cynthia 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.”