Here Be Dragons
*************** HERE BE DRAGONS ****************
an ADULT orc yaoi story written by Lustful_Orcs
partly based on a story-concept by DemonDragon
DESCRIPTION: Tied to a pole, waiting to be
sacrificed, six Orcs of six tribes lose all hope
but discover to their surprise some monsters
are better not left alone.
CREDITS: This story was written by Lustful_Orcs
on request of DemonDragon, who conceived
the story's backbone. Lustful_Orcs can be
reached through email at
[email protected] while DemonDragon
is available through his email address
Thanx again DD2K for the inspiring ideas!
WARNING: This story is quite explicit and is rated
Triple X, NC-17 meaning it is suitable for ADULTS ONLY.
It contains suggestions and explicit descriptions regarding
-homosexual gay sex between males of the same gender-
and in addition to that contains scenes that might be regarded
as distasteful or even disturbing, including verbal abuse.
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Is in no way indicative of the sexual preference of the reader.
All acts and persons described herein take place between
consenting adults and are strictly fictional.
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although free of true violence and genuine hostilities, bear
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high sensitivities. These stories often venture far beyond
taboo borders including those of a sexual or abusive
nature, merging agonies and ecstasies to a particularly
explicit mix. The writer's sole intent is to provide the reader
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Lustful_Orcs
June 2003
*************** HERE BE DRAGONS ****************
an ADULT orc yaoi story written by Lustful_Orcs
partly based on a story-concept by DemonDragon
It was a cool spring morning in the
Kingfisher Delta, and the mists of early morning
dampened the lush forest and grasslands with
shiny pearls of dew. This was Igokh Radl Soitac,
Six Tribe Forest, home of the six Orc tribes that
lived off the land amidst a wilderness where no
human dared tread. The tribes lived a happy life
here, the corn grew huge cobs on the fertile soil,
the cattle, sheep and pigs they raised were
beefy and full of health, and the tribal wars they
fought were mere Orc-hunts for the fun that
could be had with the captives. Blades nor blood
were drawn in these lands and the tribes lived in
harmony with themselves and the overwhelming
beauty of the Orclands that spawned and
sustained them.
And yet strange, strange things went on every
spring. This was not as much spoken of as it
could be seen. For in a huge grassy
forest-clearing there stood two black poles.
This would not easily bewilder the onlooker,
were it not that from each pole three young male
Orcs of exceptional beauty hung by their ankles,
their wrists tied to their necks. The six Orcs wore
nothing but small yellow breeches that fitted them
as tight as their skins, and all six of them were
painted with the colors of the six tribes that had
so oddly left them hanging there, protected from
the wild animals by six Orc warriors with shiny
metal spears whose glistening in the morning
sun signaled their presence in the forest around
the clearing.
The six neatly tied Orcs, and it need be stressed
once more that all of them were in the prime of
their lives, rippling with muscle and of striking
beauty of both body and face, simply hung there
suspended by their ankles -their mist-moistened
bodies shining in the early morning light- and
could do nothing but await the things to come.
So the halfnaked Orcs hung there shivering and
shaking, not as much by the cold of that early
morning in spring, but by the sheer fright and
terror that filled their minds.
'We be fucked good..' one of the Orcs hissed
and sighed a shivering sigh.
'That me wissh.. ' the Orc to his left hissed back
in equal terror,
'Me wissh me got hard rumping by trunktailed
giant rather than being green monsterbait here
on pole. This not fucked this be doomed..'
An Orc from the other pole growled in anger:
'You Oharac Radl Orc be coward! We go live
and kill monster and that we do! You Oharac
Orcs be little scared purr-meows! Meoww!
Meoww! Me sooo scared be!!'
'You shut op or you be getting Oharac foot
for grub!' the Orc of the Oharac tribe snapped,
glad to get the chance to replace his fear with
some good old-fashion Orcish threats.
'You not can! You go kick and me go lick Orcfoot
all nice like gurk! You bound and being
little pussy 'bout it! Me not fear of death!'
'You no scared?!' another Orc replied,
'Poles be fifteen feet apart and wind be blowing
but me smells you be shitting stink all time!'
'Will you dumb gurks go hush?!' the oldest of the
Orcs snarled ferociously,
'We all be scared and we all be shitting stink! If
me had gotten grub and soak last days and
damn breeches be fitting as should me would
piss myself, that be my scared now!'
'My breeches be squeeze-tight too! Me now has
three throatlumps instead of one!'
'Linen thingies be right color for pissing too!'
an Orc who had yet not spoken added,
'Mine be so tight big strong Orc got sweats tying
tight shutcord. Me rather hang nudie than all
squeezed-in like me be right now! All of you get
Dwargh-size thingie like me?' The Orcs mumbled
in agreement.
'We Orcs hang here and go be grub for big
winglizard. Tribes go dump us for monstergrub
but they be squeezing us into tight little cloth
things size of Dwarghs. Me no get it...'
'That because you be dumb!'
'You take back! Me go tearing you..'
'You be tearing yellow breeches and go look
stupid for beast! Me sees cloth thingie be
throbbing! What be matter, dumbie gurk? Can't
get tail up?'
'Me go KILL you!'
'You go squirt Dwargie-pants all sticky if talking
big words like that! Me SEES you be hot on me!
It be fun look for beast if Ogac warrior be all slick
and sticky like that!'
'Me HATE you!'
'You not sweat it: you know me would give you
long big suckling if we not be tied up! Me likes
you and you sure be good looks!' This calmed
the Ogac somewhat.
'Go hush up!You two talks of squirting be making
my breeches more tight!'
'Damn Dwargiepants and damn sacrifice!
We six Orcs be having six-tribe tail itch and we
not can play fun with them!' the word sacrifice
sobered them up. A silence came over the Orcs
and one by one the repressed bulges in their
tight breeches receded somewhat.
'Soon beast will swoop down and that be end of
it. We be green meat grub and that be that..'
'Me not sure on that..' one of them hoarsely
hissed,
'Me been hearing things on big monster in tribe..'
'You be hearing lot then Oclac gurk! Fate of
spring sacrifice-Orcs be mystery.'
'Me not be slave-Orc! Me means:
me not be gurk YET...'
'Yet? What yet be meaning in this?'
'Me been hearing we go and be gurks for big
monster.'
'That better than being grub! But monsters not
think so how can be slaves then to beast?'
'Winglizards be old as time. Me been hearing we
go be gurks and not grub.'
'Me rather be your tribe's rumping-gurk than
cramming food up mouth of ugly beast...'
'Orcs..?' the youngest one squeaked,
'Me be scared like little mousie...' The bound Orc
started sobbing.
'You no cry! Winglizard be huge big beast, so
one bite kill you on spot and he not go nibble you
like rats be doing. He go bite you in half and that
be a death of heroes. You go be proud big beast
leave tribe alone because you be grub for
monster.'
'God of Thunder! LOOK!! LOOK!!'
It came from beneath the mists. A small flying
shape flew towards them, becoming larger and
larger as he advanced. It was a big red lizard
with a thick, long tail and enormous wings.
'Monster be DRAGON!' one of the Orcs hissed
in fear and managed to utter:
'You all hold piss and pray to Orcs in sky! We go
and be heroes now!' Alas, these noble words fell
to waste.
'ME NOT WANTING DIE!! ME NOT WANTING
DIE!!' the youngest one worded all of their
thoughts, and the tied-up Orcs squirmed like
strung-up worms in desperate attempts to break
the ropes that bound them to the poles of
sacrifice. Prayers for strength were yelled and
mingled with intensely humiliating shrieks for
mercy of the squirming Orcs that dangled from
the poles. While the Orc guards in the woods ran
for their lives the red Dragon hovered over them,
swinging the big Orcs in the mighty gusts of wind
from his gigantic red yet batlike wings. If the Orcs
hadn't been kept hungry and dry for three days,
each and every one of them would've soiled
himself in fear of this formidable beast.
The Dragon's body was about thirty foot long
and his tail equally so. His body was glistening
with tiny red scales and somewhat resembled a
man, but a powerful one with tail and wings, and
his beastly head had huge, huge scales and
horns.
The Dragon thudded down on the grass, it's
reptilian feet sinking nearly a foot in the soil by
the sheer weight they carried. Looming over them
it stood twenty-five feet tall, its breathtakingly
large wings spread out full and its bulging arms
with one-foot clawnails on its stubby fingers.
It raised its enormous head and roared a
thundering, groundshaking roar that echoed for
miles through the forest.
The Orcs found peace with their fate and let their
bodies go limp, overcome by the calm of imminent
death. This was it. Their thick Orc blood would
soon splatter the ground and all over the Orcs left
hanging for the next bite. They would get eaten
one by one and that would be the end of things.
The enormous Dragon plunged it's head down
and started sniffing the scent of the halfnaked
Orcs strung up there for him. The Orcs could not
help but have their nipples harden by the searing
hot Dragonbreath that stroked their sweating
bodies. The Dragon growled a booming growl that
shook the Orcs. The Dragon brought his pointy
head up close and sniffed strongly, his snout
nearly touching the yellow linen breeches of the
Orc of Ogac.
'No bite Orc there!' The Ogac squeeked quite
unmanly, terrified by this sudden interest for his
tightly wrapped Orchood.
Suddenly the Dragon raised his head into the air
and roared deafeningly loud. He grabbed the two
bundles of Orcs off of the poles and clutched
them in his huge reptilian hands. Then he
crouched down, jumped up and beating his huge
wings he flew off with his prey.
The Orcs screamed and screamed as they
dangled two hundred feet into the air, soaring
over the treetops with breathtaking speed. They
were so vulnerable, tied up into two bundles like
that. As the wind blew past them they could see
the forest below shooting by as they rapidly flew
from their birthgrounds. The bodies of the six Orc
tribesman thudded into one another by the wind's
force. Suddenly the Dragon opened his wings
wide and soared over Kingfisher lake. Once over
Kingfisher lake a stretch of grassland was
passed, and then they arrived at Thunder Hill,
where the huge dragon had its lair. He swooped
down and rammed his feet into the ground,
sending a huge shock through the Orcs he
carried. He almost gently dropped them on the
ground, raised his head in another earpiercing
roar and flew off to his lair halfway up
Thunder Hill. The Orcs just lay there
out of breath, pumping air and trying to regain
themselves.
'Well, well, well... Looks like the greenboar have
arrived!' a sharp voice sneered. They hastily
looked up and saw four Dwarves walking up to
them. They wore black fur breeches and vests
and leather sandals. More worrisome was the
four Dwarves each had big scourges under their
belts, long knobbed handles with broad strips of
thick leather dangling from them. 'Kneel!' the
Dwarf commanded in ancient Orx, and they
clumsily complied as quick as they could, sitting
up on their knees in two rows of three, wrists tied
to their necks. The Dwarf who'd spoken before
yanked his scourge from under his belt , walked
up to them and looked them over.
'Niiice colors!' he grinned and looked at the tribal
paints on the Orcs chests. He walked up to the
biggest one and pointed the knobbed end of his
scourgehandle at his face.
'NAME!'
'Me.. me be Orc Okratan...' The Dwarf nearly
exploded.
'That's not your name! NAME!!'
'Me be Orc Okratan!' all the anxieties of the last
days had taken their toll and the big Orc burst out
crying. The Dwarf jabbed the knobbed
scourgehandle into his mouth and screamed:
'Okratan is dead! Stone-cold dead! From now on
your name is GURK! Now what's your name?!'
he popped the scourgehandle out of the sobbing
Orc's mouth , who screamed:
'Me be GURK! Me be GURK now!!' the Dwarf
stepped back and made a wide gesture.
'You're all gurks now! You're the gurks of the
Dragonlord and this day we'll teach you how to
be good little gurkies!' The six Orcs
simultaneously sighed and another Dwarf smiled:
'You gurks thought you'd get eaten!' the Orcs
nodded, quite relieved. The first Dwarf spoke
again, his words now being a lot less harsh than
they were.
'You gurks can count on not being killed, no need
to fear death: you're quite safe!' The Orcs smiled
but suddenly the Dwarf harshed up again.
'The gurks'll get tied, whipped and worked like the
beasts they are, but death is not among our
intentions. Your Master from this day on is the
mighty Dragonlord and we'll make sure you'll
fulfill his every need!'
'This Dragon be -ungl!-' the Oharac got the
scourgehandle jabbed up his mouth.
'Gurks start out with 'Master'. That you're seven
feet tall does not mean we can't -or won't- whip
respect into your green gurk rump!' He pulled out
the handle with a wet pop,
'Well?'
'Master Dwarf.. Big Dragon not go and eat us?'
'To you it's DragonLORD and you'd better make
him not eat you! We Dwarves serve him but the
six of you are just gurks so there are no
guarantees, never!' the Orcs gulped.
'Now on this first day you won't get worked but
we'll teach you obedience instead. Got that?' the
Orcs nodded.
'We'll teach you to be good little gurks for your
Dragonlord and we'll have a little fun with your
sorry green rumps too! Are your breeches nice
and tight?' Six Orc nods.
'You! Yours seems -especially- tight! I was
talking about teaching you sorry gurks obedience
and suddenly it's nothing but throbs in your
yellows! What's that about?'
'Me.. me be sorry Orc, Master..' The Dwarf let
his scourge swoosh.
'Gurk! Me be sorry gurk!' The poor Ogac s
hrieked in fear;
'You're sorry indeed, but I like your eagerness.
I'd say you'll make a fine gurkie by the end of the
day..' The Dwarf slipped out of his simple sandal
and rubbed his foot over the throbbing linen.
'You're quite a big gurkie too!' he praised with
sudden kindness and the Ogac grinned shyly.
'First let's get aquainted. Orcs like sniffing each
other when they meet so you gurks may sniff our
feet to get to know us.' How humiliating! Sniffing
up an Orc was good manners indeed, but being
all tied up and sniffing feet was quite something
else. The youngest Orc burst out in tears. The
lead Dwarf walked to him, put the big Orc head to
his chest and rubbed his back in comfort.
'Eeeeasy there gurkie! You're safe with us,
there's no need for big gurk tears now.. You get
to be gurkies of the mighty Dragonlord and if you
serve him well you bring honor to your tribe.
There: that's better!' The Dwarf stepped back
and announced:
'Your tribes have chosen the six of you to serve
the Dragonlord. The better a gurk you are, the
more honor will befall your tribe. To serve your
Dragonlord is to serve your very tribe itself. The
gurkies will bow down now and sniff our feet.'
One by one the Orcs obeyed and started sniffing
the scent of their masters, hesitantly at first but
then their Orcish instinctive curiosity for body
odors took over and they greedily sniffed up
these alien scents. None of them dared to stop
unless told to and so they sniffed on and on for
several minutes.
'Allright: sit up!' The Orcs sat up on their knees
again and awaited further instructions.
'You: promise us and yourself that you'll serve
the Dragonlord and us for all you're worth and
swear on your Orcish Pride you'll be our humble
and loyal gurk... Go on!' This was serious: an
oath sworn on Orcish Pride was as binding as the
strongest shackles, and these oaths could not be
forsaken like humans often do. The Orc closed
his eyes and let his head hang low in defeat. The
Dwarf let his finger coarse on the lines of his tribal
paint.
'Warrior of Ocilacac, don't fear. You'll get a good
chance at freedom when you've proven to be a
fine gurk so the winters won't come and go for
you here. Swear your oath now.'
The Ocilacac yielded.
'Me Okraturik of tribe of Ocilacac swear on Tribe,
Pride and Life me will go and be.. good gurk to
Dragonlord and the Dwarfs that be my Masters
now. This be sworn.' The Dwarf kneaded the
muscles of his shoulder and nodded in approval.
'Cut this gurkie loose.' One of the Dwarves
pulled a knife and cut the thick rope that was tied
around the Orc's neck. The Orc held out his
arms and his wrists were freed too. Then the
Dwarf got behind him and cut the rope around
his ankles and wound it off of the Orc's legs.
'Orc of the Tribe of Ogaclac: You're next...'
Minutes later the Orcs all sat on their knees,
freed of the ropes but now bound by their oaths.
'Good: you now truly are the gurks of the
Dragonlord. Bring forth the gurkchain!' One of
the Dwarves had a long chain and walked up to
the Orc on the left. He opened a small steel
shackle and shut it around the Ocilacac's
snoutring. He then let the black steel chain slide
through his fingers and shackled the Ogaclac's
snoutring to it. He then went on shackling the
snoutrings of the Oharac, the Ozacac, the Ogac
and the Oclac warriors. The six Orc tribesmen
sat there, kneeling neatly in a row with their
snoutrings shackled to a black round-linked chain.
'Now there's six good gurkies! Follow us on
all fours, we'll show you your new home!' The
Orcs crawled after the Dwarves, the gurkchain
swinging between their snouts, following them to
a hole in the mountain closed off with a door of
steel bars. The lead Dwarf swung the door open.
'This one'll be locked at night to keep the gurks
in and the bears out. If you've been a bad gurk
we'll tie you to it and whip your rump real good...'
The Dwarf cheerfully commented and the Orcs
followed them into the small cave. Next the
entrance was closed off by a hide. The Orcs at
first thought it was to keep the cold out, but when
the Dwarf opened it they decided it was meant to
keep the stink in. Their sensitive snouts picked
up all sorts of smells signaling Orcs had been
kept locked up here for a long time. It was a
strong Orc smell, quite offensive for most but the
Orcs felt comforted by it as they smelled all sorts
of Orc body odors, but the smell of blood was not
among them, nor did the stench carry the odor of
mortal fear, odors any Orc could distinguish.
'In!' They followed and entered a small chamber
hacked out of the solid stone of Thunder
Hill and filled up with a thick layer of stinky, moist
sand. In the middle of their new home burned a
small fire with a hole in the rock ceiling above it.
To the left lay a big pile of old ragged hides
spreading a strong Orc smell, to the right lay a
big tree trunk, likely meant for them to sit on.
On the walls hung six pairs of orcsized shackles
and a collection of straps and other tools of
punishment likely to be used on them should
they be disobedient. In the wall facing them a
small hole was hacked out -about four foot high,
wide and deep- and closed off with a steel bar
door. The Orcs fell silent intimidated by this small
filthy cave that was to become their home and
the fear-inspiring stuff inside of it.
'Like your new home, gurks? First rule is nothing
new comes in and nothing old goes out. There'll
be no new hides, no fancy woodcarving or
whatever you used to do: you're gurks now.
Fancy new ideas get to play with the stuff hanging
there and get locked in the gurkcage there. Fire.
Since it's your first night here and we're really too
kind, you've got a fire here. Fire has to be earned
in the day to be had at night. Good gurks get fire
and bad gurks get.. other things. No fire means
no warmth, no light and raw grub. We supply the
fire, but you'd better have some firewood to burn.
You'll be serving us all day and that means we'll
work you hard, you'll serve the Dragonlord in the
evenings so consider this your home because it's
the only place you'll have to come to breath and
sweat off your exhaustion. Oh, right:
cavewall-drawings get licked off. Am I clear?'
The Orcs nodded, making the gurkchain swing
between their snoutrings. Sweat off their
exhaustion.. They could readily smell a lot of
Orcs had been doing that here!
'And now we'll show you the fields we'll work
you on.. You'll get some practice crawling around
and you lazy gurks get to sweat for us too!'
And so the Orcs were shown the fields and
surroundings, all the while crawling on all fours
as hastily as the Dwarves could make them.
Afterwards they were led back to their small cave
and three of the four Dwarves left.
The six gurkchained Orcs thudded down on the
pile of hides, heavily panting and profusely
sweating by the strain of all that crawling under
the surprisingly hot afternoon sun. So there they
lay, adding their sweats and odors to that of the
Orcs that had lived in the cave before them.
'Goood gurkies: very nice crawling for your first
day, we're all very pleased with you..' The Dwarf
soothingly said and let the huge green Orcs
come to breath.
'We'll work you hard but don't worry: we're not
monsters or anything. You're the gurks of the
Dragonlord so we'll take good care of you. Being
a gurkmaster carries big responsibilities.' This
Dwarf obviously was the friendlier one of the
four.
'Master..?'
'Go on..'
'Master Dragonlord be ferocious beast? If we be
bad gurks, he go eat us?' The Dwarf smiled,
'You ought to get some on that bulging rump of
yours for calling the Dragonlord a beast but no, I
really don't think he'll eat you. We'll get really
tough on you but you gurks can rest assured: We
won't treat you any different than another Orc
tribe would treat a gurk captive.' The Orcs were
delighted to hear they were not likely going to get
mauled or abused beyond Orc standards. This
was going to get rough and hard, but they felt
confident their Tribal Chieftains had not sacrificed
them to be killed. But that huge Dragon monster
filled them with fear. Dwarves with whips were
one thing but a ferocious thirty foot dragon was
quite another.
'First day's always the hardest...' The Dwarf
volunteered,
'You're made a gurk and it's all new to you but
you'll learn to trust us as the weeks pass and
perhaps we might even get along a bit, er...
speaking from Master to gurk, that is! I'll leave
you now & we'll fetch you this evening to offer
you to our Dragonlord. Talk some Orcstuff..'
The Dwarf shoved the thick firewood logs closer
together and left. They heard the steel door
bang shut and being locked with two hard clangs.
'Me thinks it not all bad...'
'Me guesses we could be dragonshit by now so
comparing that nothing be bad..'
'We be getting worked hard by Dwarves and have
to go work hard for monster. That do beat getting
eaten. Me big scared of winglizard. Dwarves go
talk all harsh and like making Orcs sweat, but
they not hit with whips yet so me thinks they be
safe. But winglizards me not know of. Dwarfs say
beast not go eat us but they not can stop monster
if beast wants go grub us..' The youngest Orc
started sobbing again and the Orcs at his sides
hugged him with their bodies.
'You not go cry now. Me been gurk of Oclac tribe
and that not all bad. Dwarfs not real mean me
thinks. They be harsh on Orc but me likes it so
far.'
'Me likes too.' The Ocilacac added and the
others made sounds of agreement.
'You no worry: you be weakest so we go protect
you.' This proved comforting.
CLANG-CLANG! The lock was opened and the
steel bar door creaked open. The four Dwarves
barged in and the lead Dwarf looked them over.
'I see the green gurks have rested and dried up.
Now that's just fine because you'll get to serve the
Master now. On-your-feet!!' The Orcs got up as
quickly as the gurkchain permitted. The lead
Dwarf inspected them and rubbed the knob on
the handle of his scourge under the Oharac's
balls in his yellow breeches.
'Niiice and tight! Gurks: Follow!' The Orcs
followed the lead Dwarf and the other three made
sure the Orcs did not try to flee. They left the
smelly Orc cave and walked the path leading to
the Dragon's lair halfway up Thunder Hill. They
entered the huge cave and into a big hall where
the Dragon lay waiting for them. The enormous
creature lay flat on his stomach, his big pointed
head resting on his forearm as if he were basking
in the sun. His big wings lay spread out over the
granite floor and his enormous muscular legs lay
spread-out on the stone with his big tail draped o
ver one of them. Torches lit this hall and it could
readily be seen the caves stretched much further
than this hall alone. The Dragon lay behind a
square black mat that had fifteen foot sides and
was a foot thick, and piercingly gazed at them
with his reptilian eyes. The Orcs were filled to the
brim with fear: the monster was far bigger and
menacing now they got to really see it, his head
covered with all sorts of white horns, his fiery red
scales glistening in the torchlight.
The friendlier Dwarf undid their gurkchain and
sternly ordered:
'Row up on that mat for your Dragonlord! Kneel
down, knees wide!' What could they do?
They got on the mat. It was surprisingly soft and
smooth under their bare green feet, being made
of treesap-leather it was soon warm to the touch
and had a skinlike feel. The Orcs sniffed the
scents of the cave and what they smelled startled
them. They smelled the big Dragon most of all, a
sweet smell that was actually quite pleasing. But
they also smelled many Orcs had been here,
and it was clear as a mountain spring they had
been very, very aroused. The Orcs knelt down
as ordered, facing the Dragon whose reptilian
eyes looked them over. The Dragon took in a lot
of air and the Orcs feared being burned to a
crisp with firebreath.
'So these would be my new gurks.. Quite a
finelooking bunch...' The Orcs gasped for air in
shock, for it was the Dragon who had spoken. It
was a strong, thundering voice, yet it was
pleasingly friendly, entirely conflicting his
ferocious looks.
'Nice gurks, your Chieftains have chosen you
well.' The Dragon gazed at each and every one
of them, clearly enjoying the sight of their
halfnaked bodies. He started sniffing slowly.
'Mmmmmm..' he thundered,
'Fresh Orcmeat that's been sweating.. I guess
you'll sweat some more this night! Nice green
bodies, fine fine meat... Up on your feet gurks,
step up and let me look at you...' The Dragon's
voice was so friendly! He was in total control and
really liked seeing their bodies. The Orcs
complied and the Dragon sniffed their scent.
'Mmmm, all of you smell quite tasty..' somehow
all of them understood the Dragon didn't refer to
eating them at all but rather had a particular
liking of Orcs. The Dragon clearly got a little
aroused they could see by the way he looked at
them and his breath seemed to quicken
somewhat.
'Go on my gurks, show off your tasty Orc bodies
to me..' The Orcs were surprised at this sudden
interest being paid to them. They nervously
looked around.
'Come on now, don't be shy! My gurks will show
off their greens to me now..' Surprisingly it was
the youngest one who stepped forward and
started rhythmically tensing his muscles as if
dancing to unheard music, turning around in
circles and showing his agility.
'Mmmm.. that's the spirit! You're a fine-looking
gurk and you know how to please! It's obviously
the tribe of Ogac that's got the most courage!'
This teasing provocation hit the spot and soon all
six of them showed off their bodies to the thirty
foot creature who most obviously was enjoying
this.
In some mysterious way it proved to be arousing
to the Oharac too, and it showed.
'Look at that! Something green's fighting that
cloth! Look at it's pushing and throbbing! That
Orctail wants out, I can tell!' The Oharac blushed
a dark green.
'Don't be modest now! Be proud of that Orctail!
Go on: give it a good rubbing. I just know you'd
like that!' The big Dragon started excitedly
slapping his big tail from side to side as he saw
what was going on in front of his eyes.
'Now look at the six of you! My six green gurks
are coming alive between their legs! Look at that
throbbing, look at the size of those! They want
out: I can see they want out!' Orcs aren't exactly
known for their sexual inhibitions, so without
being urged on they started rubbing their
breeches and shamelessly panted aloud doing it.
The huge creature clearly delighted in them and
each of the Orcs decided all of this was quite
bizarre, yet highly arousing.
'Look at me green gurks, look at me while you're
rubbing it!' They were taking peeks at the Dragon
anyway, so being allowed to look was all
encouragement they needed. Soon the Orcslime
of their yearning made sticky dark spots in their
yellow breeches, but they did not mind, absorbed
into this unworldly yet highly arousing game.
They started sweating too as the Lusts mounted,
as they stood there rubbing up their Orctails for
the Dragon.
'Stop it!' The aroused Dragon gently hissed, but
some were too hot to hear.
'I said stop it!' The Dragon mocked to threaten
them, and they stopped, panting and sweating.
The Dragon got closer and sniff-inspected their
slime-stained breeches.
'Now look at you eager gurkies! Getting your
breeches all wet and sticky like that.. Go on: take
them off!' the aroused Orcs hesitated.
'Don't be shy! Show me what's between the legs
of the Oharac, the Ogac, the Oclac, Ocilaclac,
Ozacac and the Ogaclac tribesmen! You're mine,
every bit of your green gurk bodies is mine so tug
those shuttingcords and show me what you've
been hiding!' More hesitation.
'If you can't take them off my Dwarves will
happily assist..' The Dragon cheerfully
volunteered and a quick glance showed the
heated-up Dwarves indeed would most gladly
help them out of those tight breeches.
Something must have happened since it was the
youngest of them, the warrior of Ogac, was the
first one to tug his shuttingcord and pull down his
torturing-tight breeches. The friendlier Dwarf
walked up on the mat and took the
Orcslime-soaked linen from him.
'Aaaaah, look at that, look at that! A nice and stiff
Orctail glistening in juices.. Step up to me and let
me see it up close!' The Ogac complied and the
Dragon sniffed and nudged the firm Orctail with
his snout leaving a slimy streak on his bright red
scales.
'Fuck that me has bigger!' a heated Ocilacac
growled and stripped off his breeches too, which
the Dwarf took from him also.
'These are two brave, brave gurkies!' The
Dragon praised whipping his tail. The other Orcs
saw this was good and fine and soon the Dwarf
left the mat with six slime-stained yellow Orc
breeches.
'Look at the six of you eager little gurkies! Six
big hard Orctails standing to attention! Well: your
Dragonlord has something to show you too!'
The Dragon got up and sat down at a corner of
the mat, lining two sides of it with his muscular
Dragon legs. Between them hung a pouch with
two melon-sized Dragonballs and above that an
enormous reptilian battering-ram five foot in
length and almost a foot across. The Orcs
gasped for air. Oh, they had all played
nudiewrestle with Orc giants, but this treetrunk
was simply beyond anything they had ever
remotely conceived. They fell to their knees in
lustful awe, unable to take their eyes of the fiery
red monster. The Dragon laughed a thundering
laugh that shook them.
'Now you gurkies come and sniff THAT!'
'It be so big!' the Ozacac gasped, but was not
corrected for his lack of respect.
'Come sniff it and feel how hard it is!' Ofcourse it
was the Ogac who seemed beyond fear now.
On his knees he crawled up to the Dragon and
slowly licked his lust-swollen lips.
'Me.. Me may go touch Dragonlord?'
'I insist!' The Ogac lay his hands on the big head
and immediately a hard jet of slime splattered his
face and chest and slowly started dripping off of
him.
'How's that for a bath!' the Dragon lustfully joked,
the Ogac licked it off his lips and tasted.
'Mmm.. It smell good and taste good too.
Me glad me allowed!'
'Oh you're allowed all right! I intend to
give you all a facefull and THIS gurk's next!'
The Dragonlord grabbed the Oharac by his waist
and held him just in front of his huge spouting slit.
The Oharac could not help but lick it and got
smacked with thick Dragonslime too. The other
four now crowded eachother to get splattered too,
and soon they were covered in the slippery goo
that had a highly arousing smell and taste to it.
'My dear slickened-up gurkies: Whenever I want
and for every single night you will get to be my
playthings. On the hundred' day you shall be
released to freedom but up until that time your
sole purpose shall be to satisfy my lusts. On the
hundred' day you shall be clad once more but all
days and nights my gurkies shall wear a
snoutring but nothing to cover their bodies. Is that
understood?' The Orcs nodded eagerly, blinded
by their arousal. They would be kept nude like
the animals, but would get to please this lewd
Dragon for a hundred days on end. They had
expected to die, but were cast into Orc Heaven
for a hundred days alive and well!
'I will now see you gurkies sniffing each other..'
The Orcs turned to each other and started
sniffing their slickened green bodies and touching,
fondling, hugging...
'My gurkies will now play together like the Orcs
they are. Touch. Feel. Taste each other and give
pleasure. I will see you wet this mat with your
juices: that's an order!'
The Orcs needed no further enticements and
crawled together in a cuddling-pile of rubbing,
hugging, moaning Orcs increasingly absorbed
into their sexual play under the watchful eyes of
their four Dwarf masters and their Dragonlord
who fondled his Dragonhood and splattered his
slimes over the green pile of squirming Orc
bodies, delighting in wetting every single Orc.
The Ozacac found what he looked for, grabbed
hold of the swollen Orcpouch and started
slurping the big Orctail that shot its slimes into
his mouth. He felt fingers probing between his
buttocks knowing an Orcspear would soon follow,
his fingers found a stiffened nipple he started
fondling. Moans and panting was all around, as
was the sweating and the slick juices of Orc and
Dragon alike, the latter making it into the slickest
Orc Orgy each of them ever had been in. The
Oclac got his pouch sucked and felt hot breath on
his stiff spear as his rump was split by a big
Orctail that relentlessly pushed inward while he
licked the sole of an Orc foot his tongue could
reach and was hugging someone green nearby.
The Ocilacac was under vicious tugging attack
which roughly shook his pouch, but could not
help it as two strong smooth thighs clutched his
head so he just licked the pouch and Orctail until
his captor had to release him.
The Dragonlord got seated on his knees and
towered high above the moaning pile of
lustful Orcs, tugging his Dragonhood and
splattering the Orcs below with his thick hot fluids.
The Orcs now slipped and slided in a puddle of
slimes, being fully covered in it and writhing of
lust on the slick treesap-leather of the soft mat.
The Dwarves hungrily absorbed this sight and
were glad their apprentice-gurks were quick
learners. They could feel the heat of the steaming
hot pile of moaning Orcs and shut their eyes in
delight whenever an Orcish roar signaled another
one of their gurks was spouting his seed.
The Dragonlord was beside himself with joy.
These were feisty gurks indeed!
The Oharac couldn't resist the licking anymore
and roaring alout he shot his seed all over the
Ocilacac's face he held clutched between his
thighs and who eagerly opened his mouth trying
hs best to catch it. The Oclac got rump-rammed
hard and then felt himself getting slickened on
the inside with Orc juices, which oozed out of
him when the big Orctail was pulled out. The
young Ogac got beside himself with lust as his
tail was suckled good and firm and giggled
hysterically because some Orc had grabbed
hold of his ankle and mercilessly licked the sole
of his green foot, being very ticklish there just
like any Orc. He struggled frantically to escape
the torture, but just for the fun of being forced.
The Ozacac held the slickened Orcpouch tight
and teasingly chewed on a stiff Orctail, the tips
of his ears being squeezed hard by its owner just
like he liked it, while his stick-hard tail and
swollen pouch were held tight by an Orc who
had his tongue inches deep between his buttocks
and wriggled and squirmed there like a snake on
a hot rock. The Oharac had not let the Orc's
head escape from between his legs and it kept
on licking him. He tightened up and spouted his
Orcseed again roaring uncontrollably, but a hard
jet of Dragonslime slapped into his face and
wide-open mouth making him swallow while
spouting his own.
The Dragonlord got intoxicated by watching the
Orc orgy beneath him and his tugging mounted
and mounted until he could contain it no longer.
He raised his head in a deafening roar which
made the Orcs stop and look and moan in delight
as all of them were splattered with thick white
Dragonseed of intoxicating fragrance and taste,
which kept on spouting and spouting until a
bucket could be filled with it. Panting with his
whole body the Dragon looked down on his
soaking-wet green minions.
'Go on!!' he panted,
'Play, my green gurks, show me your Orc Lust!'
Growling and snarling the pile of Orcs tightened
as they clutched each others bodies and tugged,
licked and pushed their tails mouth and rump
alike. The Dragon came to breath somewhat, but
sat there watching the hypnotizing sight of six
Orcs enveloped in a rapturous orgy, their
slickened bodies slipping and sliding over one
another in a huge puddle of slimes on the soft
sapleather mat. A roar was roared, Orc seed
spouted upwards, the Dragonlord caught it with
his hand and tasted the Orc's essence while his
enormous reptilian battering-ram receded to a
no less impressive half-hard 4 foot length he
squeezed the last juices out of.
The Dragonseed had made the Orcs slick as oil
on water and their bodies slided like eels in a
bucket. Being covered in fragrant, salty
Dragonseed was a turnon beyond belief and they
got harder still as they orgied on.
Now Orcs in lust can go on and on for hours,
spouting their seed five, six, seven times before
tiring a bit, and so they did and their squirming,
moaning, panting and their roars of orgasm were
quite something to behold. But finally even they
reached satisfaction, and soon they just lay there
wet with juices, panting and moaning their Orc
bliss. The Dragonlord smiled and looked at his
Orcish minions in full satisfaction.
'You gurks go lie there for a while.. I'm very
pleased with you and you've been real Orcs for
me. You fresh gurks are a feisty bunch, our
hundred days will be real sweet for all of us!'
He patiently waited until his Orcs had regained
themselves, and then teasingly spoke:
'Now just look at you gurks: being all slick and
slimy and wetting the gurkmat like that! I will now
see you lick the mat and each other until it's all
clean and proper. Go lap it up now my gurkies:
that's an order too!'
The tired Orcs got on all fours and set about their
tasty task. For anyone not Orc this would've been
quite a chore, but not so for these green gurks
who happily and eagerly complied and licked the
delicious juices, all the Orc sweat, slime and
seed and above all pint after pint of the thick
salty Dragonslimes off of the mat and each other's
green bodies.
'Now look at them eagerly licking my goodie
Dragonsquirts, I can see you're liking it!'
the Dragon lustfully teased and was quite right
for licking the mat of their orgy and all that
delicious goo off of each other's bodies proved
highly arousing, making the six green tribesmen
half-hard in their Orctails again. It took about half
an hour for there were more juices to be lapped
op than a bucket could contain but finally the
Orcs were ready licking each other and neatly
rowed up on hands and knees awaiting further
instruction.
The Dragon squeezed his now soft Dragonhood,
shook his hand and smacked some slime on the
mat.
'You missed a spot!' He teased, and watched
with sparkshooting eyes how the Orcs crawled for
it and fought to get to lick it up like they were
doggies thrown a bone.
Finally the six Orcs sat up, their tummies filled
with all those delicious juices of Dragon and Orc.
The Dragon looked down on them and solemnly
promised:
'And this shall be the evening meal of my gurks
for every night of the hundred.' He fell silent and
listened to the Orcs panting of the pleasures they
had felt.
'You've been fine, fine gurkies this first night.
You've shown me you're true Orcs and have
brought much honor to your tribes. I have seen
the six of you enjoyed this and you will remain so
for the next hundred days, for your Orc bodies
are now gurks to my lust and you'll get fed and
taken care of in trade for your seed. Overseers:
gurkchain them and bring them to their cave. You
may satisfy your lusts on them but spare them
the whip as they have pleased me much.
The Dragonlord of Thunder Hill has spoken.'
One of the Dwarves got on the mat that was still
moist with Orc saliva and joined their snoutrings
to the gurkchain.
'On your feet!' The satisfied Orcs complied, their
big Orctails half-hard with a sexual tension which
endured beyond their satisfaction. They bowed
down for their Dragonlord in sincere gratitude and
then followed the Dwarf off of the mat. The
friendlier Dwarf shook the sticky-wet Orc
breeches in front of them.
'Take a good look because you won't see them
again for a hundred days!' he cheerfully
announced and the six aroused Orcs, naked
except for their snoutrings and the gurkchain,
followed the Dwarves to the smelly cave which
was to become their home.
The lead Dwarf swung open the steel bar door.
'In!' The Orcs got in and found the fire still
smoldering inside.
'Kneel in front of the treetrunk!' the six chained
Orcs complied.
'Now bend down over it with your snouts on the
ground and your Orc rumps in the air!' The Orcs
reluctantly complied. Had not the Dragonlord
ordered they should be spared the whip?
'Arms on your backs, wrists together!' The Orcs
complied and one of the Dwarves took six thick
leather straps and buckled the wrists together of
each of the six Orcs. Another of the Dwarves got
a kind of gurkchain with leather straps and shut
these snugly around their velvety Orc pouches,
trapping and tying together the green warriors
by their Orcballs.
There they were: Six Orc warriors of six Orc tribes,
nakedly gurkchained together, arms behind their
backs laid over a treetrunk with a ballshackle that
prevented them from getting up. All they could do
was lie there with their bare Orcrumps in the air.
'You've been good gurks..' The lead Dwarf
praised,
'You've given us quite a sight and the Dragonlord
was very pleased with the six of you.' He smiled
and they rowed up in front of them.
'But Dragonlord said you're ours now and since
you've managed to please us too four of you are
to be lucky gurks and will get a nice Dwarf
rumping! Men: Pick yourselves a nice beefy
gurkierump and pound away!' The Dwarves got
behind them and all the Orcs could do was hope
they'd get picked, as all of them were very willing
to please their Dwarfmasters and get a poking
for it too! All Orc rumps were thoroughly
kneaded, felt and otherwise inspected, and it
turned out to be the Ogaclac and the Ocilacac
who merely got to listen to their friends panting
and moaning intermingled with those of their
Dwarven captors. The Dwarves had gotten very
aroused that night, and the four lucky Orcs got
quite a rumping for it. But finally the Dwarvish
seed was liberated as the Dwarf Masters got
their way with their fresh catch.
'Consider the two of you to be next!'
The lead Dwarf sternly promised the Orcs left out.
'You're promising gurks and I think you're quite
the catch. For this night we'll leave you bound
and if any of us so desires he'll have your six
gurk rumpies rowed up for him. Tomorrow you
get to be gurks of burden as we'll go plowing the
fields. I suggest you go and sleep for we'll work
you like you've never been worked before.
Whips'll crack and gurks will sweat, but we'll
keep you fit for the Dragonlord as you're his.
Welcome to Thunder Hill and a good night, fresh
gurks!'
The Dwarves left, slammed the steel bar door
shut and locked it with two sharp clangs.
Then the silence of night came over them and
for some minutes they were quiet.
'Now we truly be fucked good.' The Oclac
concluded once more and all agreed, but in quite
a different way as they did that morning.
'Me not know who Orcs been fucking me but it
been good and Dwarghs sure be good rumpers
too. They not be bigtailed but they be knowing
where Orc likes be poked!'
'Me bit shame to say but me all hot on
Dragonlord!' the young Ogac hesitantly
confessed.
'Anyone hand up who not be hot on Dragonlord!'
the Oharac hissed and all bound Orcs chuckled.
'He sure be good looks and smell good and
spouting yummy Dragonstuff!' six Orcs licked
their lips recalling the spicy salt of the
Dragonslimes.
'Oww!'
'What be wrong?'
'Me tried get up but that be tugging balls!
We be tied-up good!'
'Why you want and get up?'
'Me just want see if me tied-up good.
Us lying here rump-up must be yummy sight!'
'You not be satisfied?'
'In Orctail me is, but me never gets satisfied in
eyes!'
'Me be wanting go lick and rub and have tail of
Dragonlord all for me!'
'Then that gets be big nudie-fight because me
go first!'
'We all be getting turns hundred days in row...'
The Oclac sighed.
'Me be tied up nudie like gurk, me been rumped
by Dwargh like gurk, me had go lick dragongoo
like gurk and had to go fucking for big Dragon.
Now me really feel like gurk..'
'You be sad on it?'
'Sad? Me will no Orc tell but me loves being little
gurk fuckbeast for Dragonlord!'
The Orcs chuckled, all of them intensely happy
with the fate that had befallen them on the day
that started out as one of the worst, but turned
out to be one of the best days of their lives.
They softly wispered on, enjoying the humiliating
way they were tied up and what was to be their
fate now they'd become lusting-gurks for a giant,
friendly, exciting Dragon. One by one they
yielded to the dreams of night and dreamed
arousing Orc dreams.
The next day proved one of hard, hard work with
sweating and whips snapping on their bare rumps.
They were worked hard, then fed again and
rested, and the night proved more arousing than
the one before.
Days came and went, they lusted and orgied and
although they remained mere gurks they got
closer and closer to their Dragonlord and the
stern but just Dwarves. Weeks yielded to months
and the six Orc gurks came to not want to be
anywhere but at Thunder Hill where they got
worked and fed and where all of their lusts and
desires were fulfilled to the utmost extreme.
But the hundred' day came as it inevitably would
and the six green gurks were offered their
freedom. They all forsake it, choosing to remain
with the Dragonlord for as long as tradition
would allow, which was a year and one day.
When that final day came there was a
heartbreaking goodbye with sobbing and
hugging and comforting. But such was tradition,
and the six gurks of old had to yield to the
six gurks of new as it has been for
hundreds of years. The Orcs returned to their
tribes like all gurks before them, unnoticed as
the tribes were thousands strong. The bond
forged between them was never broken, and
having earned their places around the fires of
the Brothers of Sacrifice they were part of
sustaining the peace and relations between the
tribes, and bound by secrecy they never
revealed what was to be the faith of those
sacrificed when spring came.
The six of them became healthy, happy Orcs
and their stars shone brighter than ever before.
But whenever a falcon or vulture came flying in
from afar, far enough as to not be clearly seen,
a warm tickle of longing coursed
through their bellies taking them back
to the times they were
the gurks of their Dragonlord of Thunder Hill.
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