Chapter 1
Following behind the Orc, Clara made her way through the dimly lit tunnels towards... what?
Never in her wildest dreams could she have ever imagined herself ever in such a position as she found herself now. Wandering naked behind one of the strange bestial creatures that had given her some of the strongest orgasms she had every experienced. Now on her way to some strange destination where she would suffer (or enjoy, she thought to herself, barely suppressing a smile) new torments at the hands of the strange creatures.
What's more, she being observed. At first she could only make out dim shapes in the shadows as more orcs came to watch her passage. But soon they gathered closer and she could see the lustful expressions on their brutish faces and hear the crudities they uttered. For a moment, she considered covering herself to preserve her modesty. But no, she was no longer the girl she had been earlier.
Instead she stood up straight and thrust her shoulders back. With her breasts prominently displayed, she strode purposely after her guide. She smiled coquettishly, letting her hips swing in an exaggerated fashion as she walked while meeting the gaze of her admirers. As they slowly got closer, she was sure that she recognized some of them from her earlier adventures.
Still they approached, starting to make her nervous. If they got too close, what would they do? And could she stop them (even if she wanted to)?
"Back!", a strident voice shouted. Clara started and the orcs, so tantalizingly close scattered leaving her alone in the corridor. In front of her, at the top of a small staircase stood Crothu, the Orc priest, his face thunderous with wrath.
Clara stepped forward. "Please sir," she said, her eyes lowered, "I didn't mean to cause any trouble..."
"Silence!", Crothu barked. He stepped forward and pulled Clara towards him, almost dragging her back the stairs. Pushing her behind him, he turned to face what remained of the crowd.
"This Slaagh has passed the test of Harrowing, having made the Wild Song that Fortells Flowering no less than three times. Her cries were heard by many, even by those in the heart of the Most Holy. By my command, she is to go to Hognath and not to your warrens to slake your base desires, as if she was a lowly alnu."
He turned sharply to Clara. "Go now and go quickly," he barked. "At the end of the corridor a gondola waits for you to take you to Hognath. Don't delay."
Clara nodded and quickly moved away. This was the first time she'd seen an Orc's anger. She never wanted to see something as terrifying again.
Fortunately the corridor was quite short and soon it opened up onto what looked like a railway platform. Moored to the side by a thick rope was what Crothu had referred to as a gondola, but it was unlike any she'd seen before.
It looked more like a motor boat than a traditional gondola, except that instead of an engine at the back, a single chrome pole rose to the ceiling. At it's base [or peak] the pole was linked to a single metal rail, making it more like some twisted tram instead of a boat. It was also designed for a single occupant. Something resembling a barber's chair (except it had numerous restraints attached to it) rested against the pole, but Clara couldn't see any sort of controls. How was she going to fly (drive?) such a vehicle, especially without any training.
To board the craft, she'd have to walk up a short gangplank, but as she started to do so, she looked down and hurriedly stepped back. The craft was not floating on any sort of liquid. It was suspended over a deep chasm, easily a hundred foot deep!
As she plucked up the courage to walk the gangplank, something landed on the ground next to her. No, it was a someone not a something, but nothing like any Orc Clara had seen before.
It was far thinner than the other orcs she seen before, although still with muscles that would put a body builder to shame. It's skin was a darker green than the other orcs she'd encountered, almost the colour of a pine tree in winter. Where it differed most was the arms. They were twice the length of a typical orc and with it's shortened legs, stood more like a gorilla than a man.
"Slaagh need a hand?" it asked in almost mocking tones. The hand it offered as it spoke resembled a gibbon's in that the fingers were long and and slender, but held in a way which reminded her of someone inviting her to dance. Amused, she put hand lightly on his. Almost immediately, he spun her around several times and and dipped her before she could even react.
He leaned in closer and whispered into her ear. "Slaagh like Enkeii dance?"
She nodded, barely having time to move as her partner spun her away from him and back into his arms with moves that any professional ballroom dancer would have given their soul to master.
Quickly he glanced at the gondola in front of them. "Is the Slaagh ready to board," he said wrapping his long arm tightly around her waist. Before she had to a chance to reply, he crouched and leapt into the void, bypassing the gangplank entirely. It seemed that his arms may have been agile but his legs, though small, were just a powerful.
Clara's heart dropped. Is this how she died, she wondered. Falling to her death in the arms of an alien ape creature. But almost a split second too late, the orc grabbed the pole with his free arm and swung them both around, depositing her in the strange chair while leading on the gondola's bow...
No sooner than Clara had landed in the strange chair, her long limbed companion began to manipulate it. At first it was uncomfortable to sit in. Obviously, it had been set up for a creature of orcish build (although Clara was beginning to see that that was more varied than she had first realized), but as he worked she felt less and less discomfort.
When he was satisfied with his work, he reached down and began to apply the restraints to Clara's body. The first went around her waist, securing her to the chair. The second and the third crossed her chest, almost like a pair of safety belts, except that they left her breasts displayed. Next her wrists were fastened to the chair's arm rests. Clara tried moving them, but they were held firmly in place.
She could understand the need for the first few. She was going on a journey in a strange craft suspended over a deep chasm for god knows how long, so anything that would keep her safe was more than welcome. But immobilizing her arms? That was something completely different.
Her captor was working at the final set of restraints, those that would secure her ankles to he chair legs. As he tied the final restraint, his hands moved up her calves and onto the insides of her knees. Then to her surprise he began to open her legs. exposing the treasure between them. She'd thought that the chair legs had been fixed in place, but she was obviously wrong.
Slowly, he spread her legs wider until he was satisfied they were far enough apart, then reached downwards. Clara steeled herself for the intimate caress she believed was coming but again he surprised her. Instead, the chair legs were now secured firmly into place.
Clara was now almost totally immobile and totally exposed. Anyone who wanted to could touch her body anywhere they wanted. When she had gone through the Harrowing, she'd at least been able to move, but now she was denied even that luxury. The same nervous energy she'd felt earlier began to build once more and she felt herself becoming aroused by the idea of being so exposed.
Lewdly displayed, Clara breathed deeply. She could feel herself moisten under the gaze of her 'captor' and a shudder of pleasure ran through her body. The orc too seemed aroused. For the last few moments, the only parts of its body that had moved were his eyes as he took in Clara's helpless body and the bulge under its loincloth which had swelled dramatically.
Clara's eyes met his and she nodded slightly. In response, he reached behind him and untied his loincloth. Again Clara wondered at the diversity of the Orc race, as the erect member was different to the one she'd held earlier, more human in appearance but far longer and thinner. She was less surprised to see that it too had no testes, but as she watched, what she'd taken to be birthmarks at the base of his shaft were beginning to swell.
Slowly it began rub its erection with its long fingered right hand. Its other hand reached out and lightly caressed Clara's cheek before slowly travelling down her body. She could feel his fingers move down her neck to trace the contours of her shoulder blades, travelling down her back before slowly resting on her waist. Then she feel his sensual touch slowly moving back up her body, taking her exposed breasts in his hand, rubbing her hard nipple with his fingertips.
Clara closed her eyes and lost herself in the incredible feelings his touch were evoking in her. As she felt his hand sink lower and lower, something touched her slightly parted lips. She knew what it was and instinctively opened her willing mouth to allow it access. For a moment, her tongue ran across the organ's silky head before he pulled back. It had tasted so good that, without realizing, she leaned forward trying to keep him within tasting distance.
The orc was breathing heavily now but was exercising superhuman control in resisting the urge to thrust forward. All Clara could do was to lick the tip of his member, deeply frustrated by her inability to move, to take him into her mouth, to relieve the wanton desire that coursed through her body. The rod in front of her eyes was twitching now and she knew that he was close to his release, opening her mouth and closing her eyes in readiness.
A spurt of liquid splashed across her tongue, filling her mouth with the taste that reminded her of salty blackberries. She hoped that more of the potent seed would be pumped into her willing receptacle, but to her dismay, the orc's long fingers closed her mouth. More liquid covered her mouth and lower chin, dripping from her face onto her neck and chest, running in rivulets down her body.
Licking her lips in ecstasy, she tried cleaning herself of as much of his emissions as possible. She half opened her eyes, only to see that her companion was no longer in front of her. Instead, he was back on the platform, obviously having made another of his prodigious leaps. One hand was holding an old fashioned speaking tube which he was talking into while the other was holding a small metal disc. She couldn't hear what he'd said, but she felt the gondola start to vibrate. Her journey was about to continue!
As the gondola inched forward, the orc jumped back in front of Clara. He showed her the disc in his hand and as she watched he lowered it out of her restricted vision. Then she felt it, cold and unyielding between her thighs, pressed intimately to her body. He spent a few moments fastening it to the chair before stepping back to admire his work. Finally his finger ran up Clara's breastbone, collecting some of his prodigious seed and depositing it in her willing mouth. Then, as the gondola picked up speed, he was gone.
For a moment Clara, wished she could look behind her. Instead she concentrated on the salty-sweet liquid that coated her tongue. Savouring the taste, she began to become aware of a new sensation. As it moved, the vehicle vibrated almost imperceptibly, but the disc between her legs amplified this vibration, its location arousing Clara even further.
Lost in the sexual haze of taste and feeling, Clara had no idea of how long she spent travelling.
Though occasionally it went through small, dimly lit tunnels, the gondola ran along the roof of numerous caverns, for most of its journey. Though, her mind (and body) were on other things, she did occasionally catch glimpses of the scenery below.
She saw well tended gardens of fungi, vibrantly coloured and tall as she was, or so she guessed. Another time she found herself looking over open pasture where strange quadrupeds that vaguely resembled bison grazed peacefully. She even saw a small settlement; domed building and adobe huts built into the cavern walls. If today had been a normal day, she would have been curious, even excited by the passing landscape.
Instead, with her eyes half open, she relaxed and enjoyed the sensations the journey was eliciting in her, but all too soon she could feel the pleasurable tingling between her legs dying down. As her head began to clear she realized the gondola was about reach its destination.
Continued in Chapter 2
Clara and the Pursuit of Knowledge - Chapter 1
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