Clara on Orcadia - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

When Clara reached the top of the stairs, the Orc Boss followed and pushed Clara through the throng that was gathered before the venerable Orc Chief at the front of the great hall. The crowd parted, staring as the human female was led to the front. Clara almost enjoyed the impact her appearance made. Obviously these Orcs had never seen breasts like hers.

 

The Orc Chief nodded, "Ah, the human female. I am pleased to see you have learned proper obedience now. Much pleased."

Clara stuttered, “Yes Sir. Thank you Sir, I’m glad I please- that is, I- “

The Orc Boss at her side interrupted, "Lord Crothu, Orcs thresh female naked in cave as Lord Crothu command. Orcs desire, name female Slaagh, all good. Now..." And he stepped closer to confer inaudibly with the Orc Chief.

After a short muttered exchange, Chief Crothu looked at the Human female again, scrutinizing her nakedness appreciatively. "Hmm, Slaagh. I understand the issue."

Clara swallowed, "What issue, Sir?”

 

"Sarok here told you, for conception, a female must fully climax when ploughed. In the old days, when the blessed Precursor ended the clan wars, there was a public test of exchanged females, to prove they would... perform properly. No cheating, you see! This was the Rite of Harrowing, rarely used now that there is more trust between clans. But you are a stranger. The Orcs want proof that the new Slaagh will perform. They demand to harrow you, to witness your climax."

Clara’s heart pounded, blood singing in her ears. She felt the cold stones beneath her feet, and a cool draught blew across her bare back. They all... want to watch me have an orgasm?! Her body went hot and cold. The thought of having to... in front of all these... was humiliating, terrifying, and yet... Oh no, she felt excited again. Hot and cold. Tingling everywhere.

She pleaded, “Sir. I am no Orc, and I didn’t ask to become a... Surely I can be excused this... harrowing?"

Chief Crothu shook his head. "An honorable assembly of Orcs in the Sacred Cave below, has declared you Slaagh. I cannot change the tradition, indeed I must uphold it. Still, we do have other uses for you. A healthy young female for the research programme. Hoknath the Cunning will be pleased."

“Er... Research programme? Really?”

 

"Do not mock us. We are a scientifically advanced people. Here in the Old City you see no technological devices that you would recognize, because the rare minerals below cause great interference. But elsewhere are many scientific facilities. I am sure Hoknath would be eager to examine your potential for his genetics and behavioral breeding research. The last human female... She is becoming quite exhausted, just as he is discovering some stimulating results."

Confused, Clara looked at the Orc Chief, “Breeding research? Surely you can’t... You wouldn’t actually be able to mate... I mean, I am a completely different species?”

Chief Crothu cast a theatrical gaze around the hall. "Do you see the variety of Orcs around us? Yet we can still interbreed, with difficulty it is true. The Book of the Precursor says that Orcs were once like humans, perhaps until the mutating radiations from the nebula brought the catastrophic fall of our kind. We seek to be restored, with new knowledge gained by studying your... capabilities? It is a prize worth sacrificing much for."

Clara’s mind reeled, imagining more potential indignities. Who would sacrifice what, exactly?

 

"Enough talk." The Chief Crothu declared his decision, "You will follow tradition, and be put to the test." He intoned, "In the name of the Precursor, restrain this Slaagh in the Punishment Hall, and harrow her to the peak, to a count of at least three times. Do with her all that is proper. Subdue and arouse. Compel her to sing the song that foretells flowering. She is small but will have stamina. She has already breathed the sacred smoke and shall endure long enjoyment."

Clara shivered. At least three times!? Vile, lecherous old…

He looked at a smaller Orc in the retinue, "You. Take this female and harrow her according to the old custom. The Hall of Punishment has bindings and a stone table. A dozen of you is enough to serve this little female, but no more. She is valuable, take care she is not permanently harmed. No ploughing today, understood? No seed wasted. But teach her the pleasures of Orc handling. It will break her in for Hoknath’s laboratory, too."

Clara’s legs started to tremble. Appalling! Twelve Orcs to force her to have a... Oh, oh no... A telltale glow was spreading through her body. No, I can’t be... getting moist. Here and now!? Why? The thought of twelve Orcs... Oh please not that! The mind effects from the candles in the Sacred Cave were stimulating all of her senses, despite or maybe worse still, because of her horrified anticipation.

Chief Crothu smiled benevolently, "Report back in, three hours. Keep score each time she yields to satisfaction. Though if you use her skillfully enough, we will hear the grateful screams from here!"

The smaller Orc nodded vigorously, "As Lord Crothu commands." The Orc quickly looked around, and pointed to eleven other Orcs.

Chief Crothu looked at the human female, "Prepare yourself, pretty one. You will suffer, but you will enjoy." He gestured for them to go.

The smaller Orc turned to the female, and gestured to a great door at the end of the hall. 

The great door swung open.

The crowd watched jealously, as a solemnly elated Orcs escorted the human female out of the great hall, eager to initiate her searching ordeal.

 

Clara was hustled impatiently down the corridor, where a large iron-embossed door was already open for the reluctant visitor.

The smaller Orc was the first inside. He turned and grinned, "Punishment hall, Female enjoy! Come in, pretty Slaagh."

There were pats on Clara's bare rear from Orcs that ushered her in, causing goosebumps from head to toe at their rasping, strangely electric touches. She noticed the stone floor in this room was warm under her bare feet, and there was a stone table in one half of the room.

 

Clara saw more of those seductive alien candles being lit. No escape now, not until... her heart hammered wildly. She saw strange equipment hanging on the far wall. Oh no, chains and manacles. And a polished wooden phallus... oh it couldn’t really be, could it? Could it?! She’d seen things like that in Ann Summers shops.

Clara flinched as heavy iron bolts thudded, and the heavy door was locked shut behind her.

An Orc growled, "Harrow pretty Slaagh now. Obey, Orcs punish. All enjoy."

Everyone stared hungrily at her in the flickering light.

Stay calm, Clara told herself. The Orc Chief told them not to actually rape her. But this is going to be... intense. Wish I didn’t feel so horribly hot and distracted. Just stay calm... think! Should I endure the ordeal with as much dignity as I can? Or play it up for them, act a little wanton, try to fake it and get the erotic examination over with sooner? At least their task was to inflict pleasure on her... no matter how humiliating. An embarrassing shiver of excitement ran through Clara’s body.

 

Clara was given no more time to prepare herself.

A broad, horned Orc stepped up, one arm pulling her close against his frighteningly muscled body, almost casually resting a large, rough hand on her breast.

Clara could feel the heat from his body, and smell the musky odor of his skin. She tried desperately to remain impassive as the brute gazed into her eyes.

The Orc grunted, "Female learn to appreciate Orcs. Pretty Slaagh. Female enjoy."

 

When the Orc stepped back, all of the other Orcs pressed close. Arms grabbed and pulled her arms wide, and other hands groped her hips and belly and breasts. Still more hands grabbed her legs, and she was lowered onto her back, on the warm stone floor.

Clara tried not to show fear, but her stifled pants and moans were shrewdly noted by the Orcs as they began to play with their lithe and increasingly frantic prey.

The Orcs weren’t randomly sadistic. Their first torments were designed to awe her with their desire and dominance. Hands, claws and large tongues went to work. Clara was relentlessly pawed, licked, squeezed, raked, and slapped all over.

For a while, the only sounds were Orc hands mauling and spanking Clara’s bare skin, and her gasps at the provocative and stinging punishments.

When her gasps turned to sultry whimpers, they Orcs intensified their efforts, and started to inflict more intimate indignities.

Clara’s senses were overwhelmed by the torrent of stimulations. A warm, wet tongue down her spine made her arch her back, and her breasts were firmly cupped and squeezed. Then she squealed aloud as a well-timed sharp smack on her behind thrust her hips forward onto an insistent hand that forcibly caressed between her straining thighs. The large fingers traced her furrow, and her hips squirmed in outrage.

Clara’s dwindling differentiation between pain and pleasure dissolved completely. “Oh... oh no! Oh please!”

The heady candle smoke amplified her dazed turmoil from the fierce foreplay.

“Oh, oh please Sir!” Her body was held by many hands, and she squirmed in vain. “Ohhh…”

The Orcs chuckled lewdly, "Slaagh!"

"Slaagh!"

"Slaagh... Slaagh!..."

 

And so the Rite of Harrowing was consummated.

The delighted Orcs learned the sensitivity of human female breasts. Their relentless cupping and palming, yielding moans from their pinioned captive. Clara’s hard nipples invited more spiteful teasing, which produced urgent wriggling and shrieks of pain and pleasure.

Most of all, their clawed fingers and agile tongues traced down her writhing belly to probe her secret place, stimulating desperate kittenish struggling and humiliated mewing. Her secrets were infiltrated and ruthlessly exploited to the tune of her pleasured gasps.

Orc after Orc took turns to delve her deeper and harder. Increasingly excited, despite her fear, Clara tried to resist her own mounting waves of arousal. But, weary from the Orc's relentless usage, her wanton body was primed to betray her, already desperately working her hips and moaning in helpless frustration.

Eventually she gave in, screaming and pleading, but whether for merciful release or even cruel handling, Clara herself couldn’t tell by then.

Unrelenting, they held her tight for more ravishing stimulation and teasing, prolonging her distraught whimpering and craving for satisfaction.

"Pretty Slaagh, enjoy."

And soon she did just that. As the first hour of the examination ended, sweating and sobbing, Clara was finally rewarded with the back-arching, hip-spasming convulsion of an impressively long orgasm.

"OHH!... OHHHHHH!"

Her grateful wails of exhausted relief filled the punishment hall for several minutes.

Pleased at her enthusiastic performance, the Orcs let Clara catch her breath, but her ordeal was far from over.

"Bind Slaagh!"

Trembling, Clara was forced to stand again, with wrists secured apart above her head.

 

They had no need to tie Clara up, for any of them could, and did position her with brutal ease on the warm stone floor, to play with as they pleased. But it amused them to let her experience a new kind of helplessness and exposure.

Someone fetched a coiled whip, which terrifying Clara despite her highly aroused state. But the smaller Orc that was placed in charge reminded the others of her value. The whip was returned, and they settled instead on an unhurried, thorough hand-spanking.

Clara twisted helplessly, tears forming in her eyes, but to her horror, her body grew even hotter and aroused than before.

The Orc with the largest, longest tongue, knelt before the immobilized female and grasped her thighs firmly. The others murmured approval.

As the Orc went to work, Clara loudly gasped and closed her eyes, helpless to resist. This time there was no lengthy teasing. Clara's legs turned to jelly, and her wrists pulled at the bindings, as the delving Orc tongue forced all kinds of sensual and lubricious reactions. Eyes closed, Clara quite forgot herself, despite the intent audience.

“Oh... oh... yes...yes... YESSS!” Clara submitted to her second Orc-orgasm.

When her body stopped shaking, they untied Clara, and she collapsed in a hot, panting heap on the floor. She writhed gently, tired but still uncomfortably aroused.

The Orcs, pleased at her second noisy enjoyment, agreed that she needed a stiffer challenge.

One of the Orcs offered, "Orc shug pretty Slaagh. No harm."

Others were unwilling to disobey the Chief Crothu's instructions and waste seed outside of mating season. Though more than one offered to make the sacrifice.

The discussion ended when the smaller Orc in charge grabbed the antique-looking, smoothly polished phallus.

The smaller Orc leered, "Harrowing rod for pretty Slaagh."

 

Several Orcs pulled Clara to her feet and carried her to the stone table. They laid her on top, and thankfully the stone table was warm, like the stone floor in this room. Trembling, Clara was held down tightly by her arms, wrists, knees and ankles. The Orcs pulled her legs apart as the smaller Orc approached, holding the harrowing rod aloft.

The smaller Orc took his time, stroking and gently teasing Clara with the hard tip while she struggled.

“Mmm...no... yes, mmm...please...“ moaned Clara.

The gentle teasing was followed by a smooth but determined invasion, and rhythmic twisting.

"OH... mmm..."

Then came merciless thrusting that forced sharp shrieks from Clara. "Oh... Yes... Mmm, Yes..."

She bucked her hips, and rode the harrowing rod with wild abandon as she was ravished towards a third brutal climax.

"OHHH... OHHHHHHHHHH!"

Clara passed out in a final orgasmic convulsion. The last thing she heard was Orcish laughter around her, and the echo of her own orgasmic screams in the punishment hall.

When Clara finally awoke, only one large Orc remained in the room, standing nearby. Presumably the rest had gone to report success to Chief Crothu, and brag to their comrades.

Noticing the female awaken, the Orc leered knowingly, "Pretty Slaagh. Big enjoy, Hur-hur!"

Clara groaned. She ached... everywhere.

 

The large Orc helped Clara to stand up, "Pretty female go to Hoknath, ride enjoy machines?" Then he actually sounded sad that she was going, "Desire pretty Slaagh again here, hur-hur!’

Clara opened her eyes wide, “What... am I being taken to Hoknath’s laboratory now?”

The large Orc nodded, "Pretty female alone in bed at Hoknath, remember Orc hands, Orc tongues. Pretty female come here after Hoknath. Enjoy ploughing. Scream big enjoy again. Hur-hur."

 

So he wants me to come back for more... of that. Well, yes, it had certainly been one hell of an experience, but on balance I had better try to make myself useful to this Hoknath... Orc scientist. I am truly exhausted. A girl could have a bit too much of a good thing, and my horizons had been broadened quite enough for now, thank you. But... perhaps just one more wouldn't hurt?

Clara smiled, "One more enjoy. Orc tongue. No ploughing." She sat back on the stone table and spread her thighs.

Continued in Clara and the Pursuit of Knowledge

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