Clara on Orcadia - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The Doctor had urgent business elsewhere in Urmegzard.

Bored, Clara decided to explore the strange Orc city alone, selecting some suitable clothing to blend in. Or so she thought.

 

Arriving at the crowded main hall, she was firmly ushered inside by a group of scowling Orcs, who seemed quite disapproving. They muttered among themselves, obviously complaining about the human interloper, though offering her no threat.

Curious.

Clara was hurried through the throng, to the front, as the muttering growing louder. Problem?

The large Orc that seemed to dressed as some kind of priest or leader, cleared his throat loudly, "Human female guest! Your dress dishonorable! Cannot permit!"

 

A loud murmur of agreement from the crowd.

The Orc Leader repeated his demand, "Remove your shameful dress."

What?! They all seemed more unhappy than aggressive. Was something so wrong with her choice of dress? Well, I've got a smock thing on underneath. When in Rome...

Clara swallowed, "My apologies Sir, I did not know your customs. Let me correct the situation."

Here goes, she thought, and looked the Orc in the eye, before beginning to strip off the old fashioned dress. Too many fiddly ties and buttons...

The crowd of Orcs watched intently as Clara slowly worked herself out of the heavy over-garment. She stepped out of the heavy dress, bare-shouldered but still decently covered by a light smock.

 

Clara stood up straight, trying to contain her self-consciousness at the expectant eyes all around her.

There was a long pause. Feet shuffled in the back of the hall, and leather armor creaked, as those at the back strained for sight of the Human female.

Another impatient cough from the Orc Leader, "You were told undress, yes? We have council to attend."

 

Clara's head swam. What!? He expects me to undress completely, in front of all these... others? "I - I beg you Sir - "

She was cut off by a large Orc beside her, who snarled and roughly grabbed her hand, "Honor law! Female wear clothes dishonorable! Female must be naked!"

There was a chorus of agreement around the hall.

"No - please - I don't...!" gasped Clara.

The Orc Leader ignored her, "Take female down to caves. Encourage female to follow our customs. Bring female back when female shows proper respect and honor."

 

A group of Orcs impatiently shepherded Clara from the hall.

She heard guttural muttering among them, "Bad female, no honor."

Another Orc grunted, "Pretty though."

A third responded, "Pale skin."

Another Orc asked, "Female enjoy?"

The group moved along a torch-lit corridor, and through a doorway. Then they descended many stone steps, into the gloom of a large cavern below, lit by torches and a few candles.

At the bottom of the steps the Orcs surrounded the human female, gazing intently. "Female must be naked."  

Clara's heart thumped loudly, her hands shaking nervously. She had absolutely no way of resisting, trapped and alone with this cluster of Orcs. The leader said I should be encouraged to follow their customs, and some law of honor...

One of the Orcs offered, "Orcs help female?"

 

Clara had no options, "No help needed. I - I - please don't hurt me. I'll do it now." Clara dropped her hands to her side.

One of the Orcs seemed to be in charge of this group. He grunted, "Better." The Orc Boss turned to another, "Light more candles. All see female." He turned back to the Human female, "Orcs desire pretty female."

Oh God! Clara sensed their growing excitement, and her stomach churned with apprehension. Desire? How far was this going to go? Her skin goose-bumped in the cool air of the cave. Or was it her fear? Probably fear, Clara thought.

Nervously fingering the hem of her thin garment, Clara whispered, "W - what are you going to do with me? I'm am a visitor... with the Doctor. I didn't know I was breaking any rules. I am sorry."

The Orc Boss said, "Female remove clothes, or Orcs remove clothes." He added, "Bad female hide, good female naked. Orcs desire. Female obey. All enjoy."

What choice do I have? Trembling, Clara pulled the shift over her head and dropped it onto the stone floor.

 

There was a murmur from the Orcs as she stood straight and proud in the candlelight, in just her bra and panties. It's okay, she told herself, you could just as well be on the beach like this? But what had the stern Orc just said, female naked, all enjoy?  Maybe not just like on the beach, then. Oh shit. Why are there more heavy footsteps coming down the stairs now?

The Orcs hissed their enthusiasm for Clara's exposure.

One of them commented, "Soft and pale."

Another said, "Pretty female."

An Orc in the back shouted, "Show all!"

Alarmingly, another Orc remarked, "Plough female. All enjoy!"

To that, there was general snickering.

The Orc Boss held up a fist, "Not ploughing time. Orcs desire, but stars not aligned in sky. Female wait to enjoy Orc ploughing."

Clara was highly uncomfortable at this. Had she just become guest of honor at a torch-lit dungeon gang bang? Shit and double shit. The Orc in charge said no... well, not yet, so I had better stay in his good books before things got too wild. Keep him happy at all costs.

Trying not to think about the growing crowd around her, Clara reached behind her back for the bra clasp, and forced a weak smile of obedience. "I am a good female. Please see."

With a deft shrug, Clara uncupped her bra and discarded it at her feet.

 

The growling around the cave sounded reassuringly appreciative.

Deciding that she should follow their customs, Clara shook her long brown hair and pulled her shoulders back to show herself to best effect. "Am I a good female now, Sir?" she smiled.

I sound like a bit of a tart, she thought, suddenly aware of her surprisingly perky nipples. And she was even more aware of a dozen Orcs ogling her bare breasts, licking their lips greedily and making lewd squeezing gestures. My nipples are very hard now... the cold air, surely. I must keep smiling, and hope the Orcs like my tits.

"Female has titty fruits!" said a squat Orc by her side.

There was coarse laughter.

The squat Orc demanded, "Turn around, show titty to all Orcs. They desire. Orc females no titties until Orc babies come. Orcs like Human female titties."

Clara obediently turned around for their greedy evaluation, arms raised in display, trying her best not to look any of them in the eye. Little risk of that, as all eyes were wandering lustfully up and down her nearly naked body. I know what they're thinking, she thought grimly, her disobedient nipples at attention for the fascinated Orcs.

 

After a heart-stopping minute of exhibition, Clara turned back to the Boss, “Why – why do Orcs not like my dress, Sir? What’s wrong with it?”

The Orc laughed. "Dress no problem."

Clara looked confused, “But then... why did you-“

The Orc Boss interrupted, "Orc custom young female not wear clothes. Female naked, always. More enjoy. You female, do same here. Naked."

Clara was puzzled, “But, why?”

 

"Clan law. Female bring honor to clan when many Orcs desire female for breeding. Female must be naked. You, female, still not naked. Orcs punish female, teach female, undress, all enjoy."

The Orc Boss raised his hand, as if to beckon the Orcs forward to seize and strip her.

“No! No!” yelped Clara. “I’m sorry, I – please don’t punish me Sir. I will undress naked."

 

Another low chorus from around the cave, aggressively excited now.

One Orc from the crowd yelled, "Bad female, Orcs punish!"

Another shouted, "Show cunny!"

An Orc behind her said, "Naked female. All enjoy!"

The squat Orc obsessed with her nipples said, "Pluck titty-fruits!"

Triple shit, Clara thought, this crowd is nearly out of control. And more are arriving by the minute to watch.

 

Clara licked her lips nervously, and fingered the flimsy strings at her hips. “Please no, I will undress naked for Orc. Enjoy. Please Sir!”

It was a bit provocative, but did she really have any choice? The restless group of Orcs was ready to tear away the last scrap of her supposedly dishonorable clothing, and eager to reward her waywardness by pawing and groping their supposed guest. Rather intimately. Enjoy? Clara thought not.

The Orc Boss demanded, "Undress, bad female, or Orcs punish, Orcs undress female naked!'

That settled it, better be quick now. Clara closed her eyes, and swiftly slipped her thong down her bare legs, and threw away her last shred of modesty.

 

Continued in Chapter 2

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