The Welcoming Orgy.

As horrific as my plight was, I could not help but think that being an orc feels great! Human beings are just animals, creatures which rely solely on the killing and consuming the flesh of other creatures who are barely connected to the world around them. Orcs are a synergy of animal, plant, and fungus. Like all creatures of The Great Green, orc skin is fortified with photosynthetic organelles that catalyze their metaphysical connection to the inexhaustible well of power of the spirit world. This is not to say that orcs do not enjoy food. Orcs can kill and consume just about anything. Making their feasts a culinary adventure unlike anything found on another race's dining table. All this means that to be an orc is to never know fatigue or lethargy. For all their talk of ‘lazy verda’ there is not an orc alive that cannot perform the most strenuous of labor from dawn to dusk and well into the night.

The plantation was large and the run was exhilarating. I pushed myself as hard as I could. I wanted to see what this ultima orc body was really capable of. To my surprise I started outpacing the overseers that were escorting us on their mounts. I saw the look of surprise on the lead task master and his centaur mount as I started to pull ahead. The man smiled before a grimace of determination overtook his face. The human gave the rein’s of his centaur a whip. The leather band was connected not only to the bit lodged in the centaur’s mouth, but also to a pair of rings piercing her tits. The half horse woman let out a muffled yelp of pain and started to gallop faster. The overseer started to pull ahead, but I was not done yet. I pushed myself even harder. I let my muscles burn with the green-fyre, the primordial **** of life which makes orcs capable of overcoming all challenges. A race is just another kind of fight, and orcs are made for fighting and winning.

I pulled ahead and saw the human’s expression of a highly competitive person having fun before giving his centaur’s tits another whipping. Then the man pulled out a riding crop and started wailing on the woman’s hind-quarter. “Faster! Faster Applewood! Faster! Yah!” The overseer yelled as he started to close the gap between us.

It was a close finish but I managed to be the first one to the icon pole towards which we had been racing. The lead overseer was just a few seconds behind me. A big smile on his face. His centaur was panting, sweat dripping down her body, her nipples looked sore, and her face had a most disdainful expression directed at me. “Hot Damn, that was fun!” The man said, taking off his hat to wipe the sweat from his brow revealing a mop of unkempt sandy blonde hair. “I ain’t had a race like that in a warg’s age. Good boy!” The human slapped my ass and grinned. “I am chief overseer Lucas. I am the master in charge of keeping you monsters in line. I was worried that you were going to be a whole heaping of trouble. An uppity verda who thinks that being big means that the rules work differently for him. But I can see now that you and I are gonna get along just fine, ain’t that right?” He asked me.

The collar and shackles flashed into full material being as I fought to make my muscles smash the man and his shit eating grin to paste with a single clap. I wanted so, so badly to feel Lucas’s brains and blood smeared across the palms of my hands. All I could do was tell the human. “Yes, Master. You are right. I won’t be causing you any trouble.”

“That is what I thought. Keep it up, and you might just earn yourself a real collar before long.” Lucas said as the others approached.

A crowd was gathering around the new arrivals. Though most of the slaves were off in the fields working, quite a few slaves were hanging around the cluster of cinderblock and concrete pens we were kept in at night. Though orcs were not the majority of the slaves owned by Mistress Barnett, we did make up the largest minority. Besides greenskins, the bulk of the other slaves were of the bestial variety.

When the humans crossed the seas to colonize their new world, they brought a great many anthro-breeds with them of both furry and scaled varieties. When added together with their half-human offspring, they made up the most sizable chunk of Jelissa’s collection of chattel monsters.

Some of the slaves were wearing real collars of leather, copper, or steel. A few sported pieces of jewelry and other body decorations, but other than that all of the slaves were as naked as we were. While orcs generally prefer to expose their skin to the revitalizing power of the sun’s light, they usually did cover their loins as well as wear utility garments and adorn themselves with totems and charms for reasons both decorative and spiritual. At that moment I and everyone else was feeling very exposed.

The crowd started to grow with the variety of creatures surrounding us increasing rapidly. From busty little bunny girls smaller than nubile fresh from their grow hole to massive minotaurs taller than I was at the time, the creatures the humans had tamed came in all shapes and sizes. I noticed that a lot of the males surrounding us were grabbing their shafts and were starting to rub themselves when Lucas gave a shout. “Alright. Gather round! If you ain’t working on your quota, gather around.” The overseer said. As he spoke, the other task masters had made an opening in the crowd and started checking our genitals and pulling anyone who still had their virgin petals out of the circle. “Y’all finished your quotas early? Quite a lot of you. I am sure that means the lot of you will have no trouble filling another fifty pound sack each before fifth bell.” That elicited a series of moans and complaints from the mob of slaves. “Shut it, or I will make it a hundred pounds. Now, as you can see, last night’s raid was quite productive. These orcs were planning on destroying your owner's home, killing God’s chosen people, and worst of all, freeing you from slavery.” While all of the accusations elicited shock and incredulity, the threat of liberation from bondage caused the crowd of slaves to erupt in anger. The mob started to close in tighter on us. With the last of the virgin nubiles removed from the circle, the crowd of slaves grew all the more aggressive. I heard one of the softer skinned bucks let out a howl of pain as the razor sharp claws of an anthro-fox raked across the orc man’s abdomen. The smell of blood filled the air.

I felt several orc women pressing against me. I looked down to see two of my daughters huddled by my knees while one of my wives was squeezing my arm like her life depended on it. Holding my other arm was an orc woman I recognized from the Dusk Wolf tribe who I could tell from the ritual scars and tattoos had been one of their shamans. I reached down to caress my girl’s hair, doing what I could to comfort them. “Don’t be scared. We are orcs. And orcs…”

“‘“Are made for fighting and winning.””” My daughter’s said in unison.

“That is right.” I told my girls.

“I do not want to see any fighting from you verdas.” Lucas commanded. “You are brand new, which means that all of you are bottoms as far as this party is concerned. Y’all see the slaves wearing the real collars around their necks? They outrank you. I am sure in time even green skinned brutes like yourselves will learn how to read bandsign, eventually. For now, all you have to know is that these slaves n‘here.” Lucas gestured to the crowd. “Can do whatever they want with you, and y’all are going to do what they tell you as if they were humans.” I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. “Alright you mangy monsters. At the next bell I want you to show these savages how things work around here. Until then, give these verdas a proper furry welcome.”

I saw a few of the orcs raising their fists ready to fight only to find themselves incapable of throwing a single punch, their muscles seizing up on them rather than allow the orcs to strike at the attackers their human master told them they were to offer submission and compliance. I hugged the women closer to me as I saw a demi-bear woman grab one of my sons and drag him by his ankle off to an open spot on the ground. Pinning the buck down, the she-bear **** her tongue down his throat as her hairy paw worked his shaft. A scream cut through the air. I turned to see one of my wives was lifted into the air by three anthro-wolves. The trio howled as they carried my bride of fifteen years and mother of hundreds of my children to a set of stocks. The wolves locked her head and hands into the place and took their turns using either end of her as their personal cock sleeve.

I could not run. I could not fight. All I could do was I hold my girls close and kiss both on the head. “Close your eyes and no matter what happens. Just remember that Daddy loves you. You are orcs. No matter how tough things are, you are tougher.” The two orc girls squeezed their eyes shut. I turned to my wife and looking at her I remembered our wedding night all those years ago when she was such a small and delicate nubile and how much she has grown. How strong she had become in the last twenty years of marriage and the hundreds of children she had given me. I gave my wife a kiss and told her “I love you.”

“I am scared.” She said. “And not in a battle fever way. This is like. Like…” She was trying to find the words.

“Human fear.” The shaman said. “When you are worried that the future is going to be worse than the present, but not just for a bit, but forever. That is what humans experience when they get scared. No connection to The Great Green means they think life has to get worse until their bodies give out and their souls get lost in The Maelstrom, never knowing if their God is going to save them and bring them back or leave them for The Howling Terrors.”

“That is horrible.” My wife said. The orc woman buried her face in my shoulder and could no longer hold back her tears. It was a very human reaction that my body found strange by my human memories found all to familiar. Real despair. “But it is true, isn’t it? The Greenway is muffled and confused. Humans have our souls in the grip of their god.” Images of fire and damnation flashed through my mind’s eye. I had been reminded that the magical bindings that prevented the mob of orcs from doing what mobs of orcs were powerful and complex workings of Divine magic that tapped into the power of the supernal forces of The Cosmos. For the briefest of moments I could feel the hands of damnation gripping my ankle pulling me towards the fires of eternal torment and the screams of unadulterated agony; at the same time, I could feel myself being suspended by my spiritual shackles. The words of the human preachers, they felt true, the power of the bindings on my very soul made them real. I knew at that moment, really knew, that my God, the power in The Swirling Heavens which owned my soul, was not Green. I knew that as terrible as this feeling was now, things would get so, so much worse. ‘Be the best slaves you can, or God is going to send you to Hell.’ My owner’s words weighing on me as I absorbed the truth of them.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt my wife being ripped away from me as the orc woman let out a scream. A anthro-crocodile put his hands on my wife and started pulling her away from me. She held on with all her strength. I did my best to keep my own grip on her.

But when the reptile wearing the copper rings around his neck and arms commanded that my wife. “Come here.” our grips gave out and my wife tumbled into the anthro’s scalie hands. “Yes.” The scaled man said, his tongue leaving a trail of slime as he tasted the middle aged orc’s aromatic flesh. “Mmmmmm. Jasmine and Honeysuckle. Arthor be praised.” He said in a deep, rumbling baritone as he pulled her away from me.

“Well, will you look at you.” A minotaur said as the anthro-bull grabbed my arm and pulled me into the shaggy creature’s grasp. “And I thought I was the biggest fella in Lady Barnett’s stable.” He said as he grabbed my dick and squeezed. “But at least I am still the tallest. Now.” The horned furry grabbed the shaman with his other hand and started dragging us both by our wrists. The more I tried to pull away, the more I felt as if some invisible hand, The Hand of The Human God, was pushing me onward. “Let’s find out if it is true that no two verdas taste alike.”

“Wait!” I heard Lucas shout as the anthro-bull put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me to my knees. “Not him.” the chief overseer said pointing to me. “This boy beat me in a race fair and square. He showed his worth, so to reward Big-Fella there. I am gonna let him pick whoever he wants to grease his pole with. Just so long as it ain’t a verda.” Steam blasted from the bull-man’s nostril’s as a pouty expression overtook his face. There was a long, heavy silence as I rost to my feet, helping the shaman to her’s as well. I started walking towards the overseer with the orc woman’s hand in my own before the minotaur snatched her back and stared **** at me. Our brief but intense glaring contest was cut short when Lucas called out. “None of that, leave the tattooed slut be and come here Big-Fella.” The chief task-master commanded. I felt my binding pulling me towards the human as the crowd parted to make way for me. When I got to the task master’s side. The mounted overseer stroked my hair like I was his dog. The human grabbed a handful of my hair and ripped it from my scalp. I could hear the audible crunch of the human eating my head grass. “I swear by the seven celestial shoguns, if we had had orcs around when I was growing up, my mom would not have had to try so hard to make me eat me veggies, ‘know mean? Forgetting the way those pretty bodies of yours be just made fer toilin, the way y’all can just eat garbage and grow sweet greens on your smooth, sweet, skin. And don’t get me started on the milk. Ain’t nothing like it. ” Lucas said, Chewing and swallowing loudly. Lucas leaned down and licked the pointed tip of my ear before the overseer whispered “Good boy. Now. I want to see what that monster of a monster cock between your legs can do. Go on. Take your pick. It is not everyday that a master allows their **** to choose anything.” Lucas’s gaze darted from **** to ****. I could see on his face how excited he was to see who I would choose to **** and if he were right in his prediction of my victim. I knew better than to give him that kind of satisfaction, or to make him think he has done me a favor by giving me the illusion of a choice. I knew what kind of man I was dealing with, and my orc instincts told me that, when being brutal does not work, try being cunning and see where it gets you.

Raising my voice an octave or two and shuffling my feet about as I spoke, I told Lucas. “I am grateful to you, Master, for you being so kindness and generous, giving meez all dis special attentions.” I said, the words being carefully chosen to lull the human into a sense of security. “But, Slaves are supposed to make their master’s happy, ain’t they? And I don’t know but nothing about no other kinds of pussy than orc pussy. I would appreciate it if, this time, you selected a mate for me. After all, I is just an ignorant verda. Weren’t but a savage yesterday. I gots a whole lot to learn about how to be a good **** for my masters.” I knew that I was laying it on thick, but Lucas was the sort of man who appreciated that sort of thing. The man laughed uproariously and ended up bruising his mount as he banged his hand into her flank trying to control his laughter at my exaggerated performance.

“You sure are a hoot Big-Fella. I don’t think one is gonna be enough.” Lucas turned to the mob of slaves piled in the dirt amid coitus and let out a high pitched whistle. “Ophidia, Cotton-Ass number three. Get!” A black, yellow, and red cobra anthro uncoiled her tail from an orc and strutted towards us with her neck, arms, and legs jingling with copper bracelets with each step she took. Alongside her came a short-stack of a rabbit demi-human. The busty little bunny girl looked almost human. But for the long ears and cottony tail the girl looked no different from our masters. However, from the way her hair and fur was caked with dirt and how she wore nothing but a leather band around her neck, it was clear that she was treated no better than any other **** here. With the scalie woman standing over six feet tall and the demi-human looked to be an inch or two shy of five feet, the taller woman with her modest apple sized breasts compared to the double DDs bouncing around attached to the bunny girl’s bosom, the pair made quite the contrast, which I figured was what Lucas was going for.

“Master.” Ophidia said, performing a bowing curtsy that ended with her serpentine tongue shooting out to lick the human’s boot.

“Master.” The bunny girl said, kissing Lucas’s boot before kneeling down on the ground and prostrating herself, hand extended forward. Ophidia saw the girl’s prostration and followed suit. The snake-woman’s annoyance at the attempts of one-upping the taller woman was betrayed for only the slightest moment on her face.

Lucas dismounted his centaur using Ophidia’s back as a footstep. The man knelt down and lifted the bunny girl’s face. “Sweetheart. We talked about this already.” The human picked the mud caked bunny girl up in his arms. Her heaving bosom pressed into the sand colored hairs of the overseer’s exposed chest. “The governor got an Imperial Decree from The Senate and King. The Burgess have passed the B.R.A., I do not have to be ashamed of you anymore.” Lucas said, stroking the hair from her eye before he began to gently scratch behind her ears. “I told you, from now on, I want you to call me Daddy.” He said, giving the girl a smile.

It was one of those things that, once somebody says it, becomes obvious. Cotton-Ass#3 was not the only demi-human on Lady Barnett’s estate who bore a striking resemblance to the overseers.

“Yes. Daddy. Sorry. Daddy, sir. I just remember the time I first asked you if you were the one who blessed momma with me and my sisters.” The girl’s neck muscles grew tight as the next words seemed difficult for the girl to speak. “That extra stern way you beat me and what you told me that day about how a demi-human with a daddy is a demi-human who gets to spend the rest of their days in a slime pit. And now. It’s just…”

“Shhh. I know. I know sweetie. I’maz surprised as you. The Church held out against popular support for so long. But the APL actually pulled it off and got the Imperial High Court to declare it a Dominion issue. You know what’at means from all der newspapers I bringing you, doncha?” Lucas asked, rubbing his nose with his demi-human daughter. I could not help but notice the way the overseer’s hand rested on the girl’s ass. The way Lucas’s fingers toyed with the base of his daughter’s tail as if he wanted to make sure that it was real and his little girl really had indeed matured into a young woman as indicated by the presence of a tail. The half-anthro squirmed in her father’s hands. I could smell her arousal tinged with fear.

The bunny girl took a deep breath and told her Daddy. “It means that being a furry fucker is legal now. Humans are allowed to be fruitful and increase the population of demi-human slaves here in the colonies.” The girl said.

If her father was upset at the girl's use of such a pejorative, he did not show it. If anything, Lucas beamed with pride. “That is right.” He said, giving her ass a jiggle. “What else did you learn from all that reading?” The overseer asked.

With a gesture, Lucas conjured a pair of leashes into his hand. One of the ephemeral chains of mana led from his hand to the copper ring around Ophidia’s neck. The other was connected to the collar of hardlight and ectoplasm that appeared around my throat. Lucas began walking and with the slightest of tugs I felt as if I had been shoved and pulled simultaneously. Compelled as I was by divine magic, I could do nothing but follow my master on the short leash which he kept me.

“Well.” The bunny-girl who at that time was subjected to the moniker ‘Cotton-Ass-#3’ perked up and started talking quickly about what had been the biggest political issue of the last quarter century for these people. “It was in The Times that ‘prominent colonial luminary and frontier genius inventor of the specto-lens and bialajector’ George Maddaxzin was made the lead advocate for the petitioner’s side when he arrived in the capital. They say that he did so well with his arguments that he might be Lord Maddaxzin by the time he gets back. Personally, I think his arguments were kinda obvious, any good lawyer could see the groundwork had already been laid out. Mad Maddax just had to put it all together.” Lucas chuckled at the Bunny Girl’s use of the press’s nickname for the prominent statesman and inventor so casually. I surmised that Lucas was happy that his girl could be relaxed enough to speak with such impudence about one of the most distinguished citizens in the twenty one colonies of the Vespuchian Dominion of The Empire. “Maddaxzin established standing when he proposed that, since thirty of the Proclamarchs had signed onto the Demetrion Synod there was genuine schism among the dioceses which establishes the jurisdiction of temporal courts to hear what the petitioners insisted was a procedural holdover laws from the olde kingdom era. Maddaxzin asked the court to recognize that the Imperial Charter gives the dominions and the colonies the right to regulate producing adjinn from the mating of Man and Mon according to their local needs and customs. A long way of saying that if colonials want to fuck furries, the homelanders are not going to stop them.

“According to The Gazette, once the Crown Envoy arrived in Pompeyopolis with the official decree from the king, it took The Assembly half an hour to pass the every point Adjinn-Pride-League’s Breeder’s Right’s Act.”

“Which means?” Lucas asked.

The Bunny girl chewed on her finger nail as she thought. “Obviously, it means that people won’t have to pay fines for producing demi-humans anymore. Fur. I mean adjinn-breeders will no longer have to go on a registry. No more discrimination against men and women who have children with monsters as long as they properly bind the slaves they sire. People can talk openly about which adjinn are their children. The breeder brothels can become legal.”

The rabbit-adjinn tried to think of more to say when we arrived at our destination. It was a cinderblock and concrete rectangle with a corrugated steel roof that looked nearly identical to the hundreds of other drab gray shacks that served as housing for the slaves. Lucas put his daughter down on her feet. “It means that I can show everyone how much I love my children. I made a deal with Lady Barnett and she has agreed to give you and your sisters to me.” Lucas said, beaming down at his flesh and blood with pride and joy.

“Really!?!” The bunny girl asked with genuine excitement.

“Really.” Lucas said, The overseer gave his daughter a kiss on the forehead. “There is just one itsy bitsy little thing. Your owner agreed to give you and your sisters to me, after you each produce two replacements for her.” Lucas said as if he were talking about a minor inconvenience. “So Ophidia here is going to enjoy herself with Big-Fella here while you get yourself cleaned up. Maybe you can learn a trick or two from this scalie slut before it is your turn. Because once I finish getting these savages sorted out, I am going to come back here and watch while the world’s biggest orc gives me some grandchildren.” Lucas yanked me close and slapped the steely muscles of my ass with all his might and a holler of delight. I could tell from the tone of his laugh that he actually managed to hurt himself slapping my ass.

“You hear me Verda? The snake witch is in charge. And when I get back, you are gonna show me and my girl here how a wild orc really fucks.

“““Yes, Master.””” The three of us said in unison as Lucas unlocked the shack’s door and pushed each of us inside.