Clara on Orcadia - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Clara stood as still as she could in the flickering torchlight, completely naked, feeling knee-tremblingly defenseless before so many eager Orcs. She dared not look around.

There was a low murmur, and then a single word rasped behind her, "Slaagh!"

The Boss Orc nodded, "Good female naked. All enjoy."

Oh God, is this it, so many of them, I'll never survive, thought Clara wildly.

 

Others repeated the word, "Slaagh!... Slaagh!... Slaagh!..."

Was it a threat or a promise? But to her relief, Clara’s consented nudity seemed to have calmed the Orcs for now, and their desire to punish her with aggressive lust had been replaced by, well, perhaps just quietly confident lust.

Orcs chanted, "Slaagh! Slaagh!"

Boss Orc raised a hand again.

The Boss beckoned the monstrous mob to gather around Clara for an inspection, "Orcs desire female."

Orcs nudged each other to get a closer look, "Slaagh!... Slaagh!..."

Clara steeled herself, feeling desperately vulnerable as the brutish creatures closed in. A few hands pawed her goose-bumped bare skin, but while far from chivalrous in thought, word or deed, the Orcs scrutiny was not really painful. Clara offered, "Good female. Enjoy?’

She tensed at the more repulsive touches, deliberately slowing her breathing and managing not to scream. There were grunts of satisfaction, and licking of lips. They have such big tongues! She saw Orcs raising their thumbs. Did they approve?

 

A giant of an Orc crouched before Clara, tracing a huge finger, oh so delicately, between her breasts.

She tried not to recoil, silently staring above the Orc’s head as the finger deliberately slid down her torso. She silently pleaded, no-no, please don’t. Clara's head swam with the alien scent of the candles, and the flickering torchlight in her periphery.

Strangely, there was a rush of adrenaline from this unaccustomed public exposure. The lustful attention of the Orcs was... well, frightening, but also strangely exciting. Clara felt unusually alive, at being the focus of their attention. Though, she squirmed involuntarily as the roaming finger that slowly continued down her belly. Oh no, how far is he going. And lower. No-no-n,o not my... ahhhh... AHH!

The Orc's finger had turned and slid over her mound and pressed between her thighs. The giant Orc smirked, "Pretty female. Small cunny."

Oh God! Her head was really swimming now.

The Orcs around her snickered loudly.

The giant Orc turned away, apparently happy with Clara's potential.

Shaken, Clara recovered herself, and croaked, “What... does 'Slaagh’ mean, Sir?”

 

"Slaagh! Slaagh!" chanted the Orcs.

The Orc Boss silenced them curtly, gesturing with both hands. He answered, "Slaagh. Female breeding Orc. Slaagh bring clan honor when many Orcs desire her. Slaagh threshed first, naked for all to see lust. Orcs grow more seed then, for ploughing time, when all shug and enjoy. If stars aligned, if Orc seed good, if Slaagh very big enjoy, then Orc baby come. Bring much honor to clan. Female understand?"

Clara understood. "Orcs honor pretty female... Slaagh." Ah yes, great honor? Shit. "Female sit. Not scared." Clara found a gritty bit of cave floor and sat down with her legs crossed.

 

"Female obey. Good female naked. Female threshed make Slaagh.’

Okay, thought Clara. They strip a female Orc naked for the male Orcs to lust after. So that makes their seed grow better, over time? How? And then ploughing is... er, yes obviously we know that. But one detail, she asked, “When it is... ermm... Ploughing time... How does the Orc female choose her mate?”

The Boss looked confused.

Clara asked again, “When it is ploughing time, how does female choose her mate?”

The Orc Boss answered, "Slaagh no choose. No honor, no Orc baby."

So the Orc chooses their mate, Clara thought.

Boss Orc added, "Slaagh no choose. All Orcs desire, all shug much, then baby come. Maybe two or three baby, if Slaagh much big enjoy."

 

The Boss explained, "Book say many long time ago, Orcs dishonored. Shug one by one." He gestured toward the cave ceiling, "Star winds punish Orcs. Stop Orc babies. Much trouble, Orcs afraid. More trouble." The Boss Orc raised his chin, "Clans raid, capture female. All plough female, hope one good seed among many, enjoy. Make Orc babies again. Then clans all war for females. Much death." He shook his head. "Then wise Precursor call clans together. Make clans agree honor law. Now clans send Slaagh to make Orc babies. Slaagh no choose. All plough Slaagh, bring honor, no war."

Clara shivered. She’d seen strange alien customs, but this 'No choose, All plough' sounded a bit like rape. Clara felt quite small and very naked indeed.

“But... that’s awful!” blurted Clara, perhaps unwisely. She looked down. “Don’t the females run, or fight back, when the Orcs come to plough them?”

 

The Boss frowned, "No run. Good Slaagh fight. Slaagh feel Orc desire when all struggle, punish, hold Slaagh down. All shug. Slaagh enjoy when desired, punished good, much enjoy. Slaagh very big enjoy, make Orc baby. Big enjoy, like happy hurt. Slaagh scream, kick legs, Orcs hold. All shug again. Slaagh scream, cunny happy, eyes roll. Only big enjoy make baby. Orcs shug again. Best Slaagh much ploughed, many big enjoys. Make two or three babies, big honor!’

Shit, thought Clara, horribly fascinated. “How...how long does ploughing go on?”

"All night. Beautiful strong Slaagh, next day as well. All tired from much punish, shug, big enjoys."

Yep. Gang rape.

 

Orc mating sounded very violent, but not uniquely so. Clara knew some science. Gang rape was known among animals on Earth, like mallards and dolphins and other creatures, setting aside humans for the moment. And there was a belief that female orgasm improved conception. Well, it helped a bit, as friends told her. So if Orc females needed big orgasms to conceive, maybe that had evolved as their defense against being treated too appallingly? But 'punish' as foreplay? Hmm. Clara had heard that some people really, really like being spanked. Allegedly.

The star winds must be the local cosmic radiation, diminishing Orc sperm or eggs. Evolution and mutations had spawned variations in shape and size of Orcs, and living areas underground shielded them from some cosmic radiation. The star winds obviously hadn’t blunted their sexual urges though, considering the way they were looking at her … Why did they find her attractive, but definitely not vice-versa? Hmm. Clara wondered what variations in endowment might lie hidden under those loincloths. And then wished she hadn’t, as it was bit too disturbing.

 

Love life on Orcadia is certainly different from London, Clara mused. At least they knew where they stand, with no sad evenings trying to find a compatible match on the net. And here, you can tell which ones are trolls, just by looking at them. So, an Orc female's job is to strip naked to keep them keen. On the big day, she gets some nice rough handling, overpowered and held down by the group. Just lie back and think of the future of Orcadia, Slaagh. Then a tag team of sex starved Orcs compete to inflict planet-shattering orgasms on her all night. And the next day too, if she’s lucky. Hmm. Brutal, but what an experience! There are worse ways to… CLARA WHAT ARE YOU THINKING! There’s definitely something in the air down here… I’d never survive a night of horizontal aerobics with these… Those candles DO smell weird… distracting… My nipples are so hard they’re aching now...

Clara snapped out of her embarrassingly intense train of thought, to see the Boss Orc shrewdly appraising her. She reddened. He couldn’t guess what she was thinking, could he?

 

His gaze moved from her face to her bare breasts, her midriff, and then her groin.

Clara shifted uncomfortably.

The Boss Orc asked, "Female know Big Enjoy?’

"What? Uhm...“ Caught by surprise, Clara bridled, “I – no – no, that is, hah... A lady never tells!”

He scowled seriously, "Female never Big Enjoy?"

"No – well – no!“ stammered Clara. She wasn’t about to tell this monster any highlights of her personal life.

With hindsight, this was as big a mistake, as her disgraceful lack of nudity earlier. Had she guessed the consequences, Clara could have saved herself a lot of effort, sweat and tears with a more direct answer.

The atmosphere in the cave was growing restless again.

Boss Orc’s eyes narrowed, "Slaagh must big enjoy. Orcs must see enjoy."

Clara’s heart missed a beat. Did she understand him right? He wanted some sort of proof that she could have an orgasm!? Shit! Why?

"Take female to Crothu, high priest. Upstairs. Do business, decide what do with female."

There was general murmuring around the cave. A nearby smaller Orc hissed, and looked as if he would slap her.

Clara leaned forwards and stood. She rubbed  the sand from her knees and prepared to move.

 

Everyone stood, and the Human female was shepherded back to the stone stairway.

An Orc hand swatted the naked female from behind, this time successfully landing a stinging spank on her rear. No blood drawn, but Clara jumped away with a shocked yelp, "Ow!"

There were satisfied chuckles. "Ha-ha! Titty-fruits bounce!"

Bastards.

One of the Orcs said, "Lick titties, female enjoy?"

This struck the Orcs as quite witty, and another suggested, "Orc strong tongue, lick good, suck, Slaagh squeal! Grab female now?"

The Boss Orc adjudicated, "Later. We have duties."

Clara would have preferred ‘No’ to the far more worrying ‘Later,' but she reckoned that naked women can’t be choosers in Orc caves. Grab her? An involuntary shudder clenched her bare shoulders.

 

Clara tried to move ahead of the unruly pack, her mind whirling. Anywhere was better than being trapped down here, with the Orcs ready to paw and torment her. And she clearly had to escape from the strangely distracting candle smoke and flames.

Confusingly, Clara’s body felt energized and alive, her bare skin tingling in the cool cave air. Even the crude slap on her bottom, had induced a surge of unexpected excitement.

Part of her mind accepted she was in peril, but the rest of her was oddly thrilled to be the focus of such eager attention. Her pulse raced, but perhaps not only with fear.

 

The Orcs let Clara go up the steps first, pausing for a furtive conference behind her. She couldn’t catch most of it, but some alarming phrases carried as she slowly climbed the old stone stairs.

"Harrow pretty female?"

"Lick titty fruit."

"Slaagh must scream."

"Punish female, then enjoy"

"Thumb cunny, hard."

"Yes harrow, make enjoy."

Let’s get out of here, thought Clara, and hope that the High Priest is more civilized than this lot. She neared surface level, hearing more Orc voices echoing in the large hall above her.

 

Continued in Chapter 3

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