hard way.
* * *
They descend from their hiding spots in the trees all at once, giving her no chance of rattling off even a basic defensive spell. Within seconds of being surrounded by the towering brutes, two more appear right beside her like they were there the whole time. Both grab one of her arms to hold her in place, and another leathery hand is clapped over her mouth. For orcs also knew the smell of mages and were quick to ensure that the diminutive Meeko could not utter a single syllable of a spell to defend herself.
"Whhd dhh ffughh?" Meeko tries to speak, to shake her head free to scream at her captors, but their grip was too tight as they pull her up until she is on her tiptoes. "Nhh, ghhd dhh ffughh uff mhh!"
The group of orcs watch her patiently, her thrashing and muffled screams unfazed them. It is only when one of the beasts approaches her that she stops, getting a look at the imposing figure - six feet tall, his perfectly toned bodies covered in olive green skin which shimmered in the sweat of the jungle, and adorned with nothing but a leather bandolier across his torso, and a loincloth that does little to disguise what is underneath. His jutting jaw flexes as he grunts at her presence, showing off creamy white fangs that slightly protrude as an underbite, above which sit a paid or eyes so black but full of anger.
Meeko's attention is soon drawn down to the knife in his hand, the sharpened stone blade inching closer to her. A whimper of warranted fear barely escapes past the hand clamped over her mouth and jaw, but her captors hold her firmly as the orc approaches.His other hand lunges forward, grasping at the sweat soaked shirt and halter top, pulling it away enough from her to let the blade slide carefully underneath and slice it cleanly open. He cuts two more times before tearing the garments away, Meeko jerking as her bare breasts bounce out into the open jungle air.
What... What are they doing?
Meeko can only wonder as he grabs the waist of her jungle shorts, the blade dipping downward inside and slicing at them and her panties. None of the orcs say a word as her bottoms are torn away, leaving her standing exposed in nothing but her hiking boots and socks. The orcs look her pale skin up and down, taking in her body which is perfectly smooth, save for the dark stripes adorning her limbs and sides, and a groomed patch of indigo hair that sits at her crotch.
His work done, the orc sheathes his blade and grabs another item from the bandolier. Meeko, her cheeks understandably red in embarrassment, looks on in puzzlement at the small animal bone with two leather cords tied to each end. The realisation comes too late as he holds the makeshift gag by both straps, and the hand over her mouth shifts to grab her jaw and force it open.
"N-no, stop!" Meeko pleads, with little jaw movement her voice ringing out with an embarrassing lisp. "What are you douuhhm? Ffuugh!" the bone is forced between her lips, the orc tying the straps so tightly it pulls the bit gag painfully into her cheeks as she is forced to bite it. "Ghhd dhhs uhhf mhh!"
Her pleading does nothing to move the orcs to sympathy, and as her gagger steps back the two holding her pull her arms sharply behind her back. Meeko cannot even relish the relief of the hand off of her jaw as they slip her forearms into a tubular sleeve of the same dark brown leather, quickly pulling the laces on it tight. Meeko whines as her arms and elbows are pinned together in the sleeve, shoulders pulled back and her bare chest puffing out to add further humiliation to her predicament.
With their grip on her relaxed, Meeko stumbles forward awkwardly and back into the proximity of the first orc. Properly bound and gagged, Meeko cannot stop or protest as he applies one more leather strap to her body, this one fixed around her neck as a collar with a thick length of rope running from it. Satisfied with his work, he grunts and tugs the rope sharply, causing Meeko to stumble forward.
"We go now." The orc barks, his voice sounding like crunching gravel. "Take femme to Dergu. He know what to do with 'er."
* * *
The trek through the orc village is difficult for Meeko, as with her arms bound pinned cruelly behind her she finds her balance is badly compromised. Even with her tail straightened out to compensate, the uneven ground of soft dirt and fallen leaves leaves her stumbling around like a newborn deer, which only serves to frustrate the brutish orc leading her along. He doesn't slow his pace, he just tugs on the rope leash continuously to urge her onwards.
Nyah, so much for stealthiness...
Meeko feels her face burning red with embarrassment as imagines how she looks right now - Naked, bound and gagged, awkwardly displayed for her captors. The loss of her clothing does nothing to alleviate the stifling heat she experiences, her skin already developing a sheen of sweat across it.
The moment she is led within the perimeter than the once quiet village seems to spring to life - All around her dozens of orcs emerge from doorways and appear from around corners, their dark eyes staring at the intruder within their midst. Instinctively Meeko feels herself shrinking away, her nakedness very apparent as she feels cold black eyes observing her stumbles along. And yet she cannot help but glance back at the muscular males, exhibiting no shame as they walk around wearing nothing but loincloths, their olive bodies fully on display for her just as she is for them.
Soon it becomes clear that her destination is the largest structure taking up the centre of the village. There are no windows for the temple-like structure, just one opening that is covered by a blanket of dirtied cloth, with several torches leading up its entrance. Either side of the opening, more and more of the orcs are gathered in small groups, sitting in silence around burning fire pits that are r cooking huge chunks of unidentified meat.
Nyah, what are they going to do to me?
As she passes one of the roaring fires and smells the meat, she tries to ignore the smooth bone pulled between her teeth... or even what animal it came from. The sudden thought chills her to the core, and has to push that gruesome thought out of her mind. But as she approaches the dark opening of the structure, she cannot help but wonder if she will ever come out of there alive...
The orc leads her along the path of torches and to the doorway, pushing the cloth blocking the doorway aside to enter. Meeko can see the glow of light within, unsure what she is looking at before she is yanked forward roughly. Her footing finally gives out as she tumbles forward with a muffled scream, hitting the bare wooden floor within as the sunlight disappears behind the blanket shading the doorway.
The air within the structure is far more stifling than outside, the smell of sweat and fire almost choking. As she tries to recover from the fall she is greeted by multitude of sounds - sultry moans of pleasure, female voices gasping and crying out in ecstasy, and as she is pulled up roughly onto her knees her eyes go wide at the sight before her.
Small lanterns line the walls of the round room that stretches before her, casting golden light across it which illuminates a circle of wooden tables. Most of these tables are occupied, Meeko's heart thumping as she finds herself confronted by the missing pilgrims - All stripped naked, tethered to their platform by rope leashes. Each woman is accompanied by at least one orc, these as naked as their captives, and the pairings all engaged in sexual acts together.
What... The hell is going on here?
Meeko's eyes have difficulty on what scene to focus on - On the nearest table, a busty latino woman rests on all fours as the orc pounds into her from behind, his aggressive thrusts making the structure rock unsteadily; to their right, a sitting orc cradles a heavy set African woman by her spread thighs, and she howls in pleasure as she is slid up and down his long member aggressively; and to the left of the first table, Meeko watches two of the beasts double team a similarly built caucasian woman, not resisting as she takes them both inside her without protest. In fact, none of them appear in distress, all welcoming the attention as willing lovers.
"Dergu! Chief Dergu!" The orc holding Meeko shouts, tugging at the leash as she is pulled up uncomfortably. "Found 'nuther femme! Musta missed 'er sum'ow!"
Across the room, one of the orcs rises up from his table and looks across. Meeko sees that he does not stop what he is doing, picking up the busty woman he is fucking as if she was nothing. She can only watch as she cries in pleasure, clearly climaxing from the lovemaking before slumping forward. The orc, momentarily distracted, eases the woman off of him and rests her onto the table before lurching forward towards Meeko and her captor.
If the orcs who captured her were typical specimens of their species, then the one that could only be Dergu is exceptional; larger than the others, shoulders broad and muscular, with his skin rippling with the muscles beneath them. His face, while unmistakably orcish, is far more handsomely proportioned, with eyes that are wider and fuller than the dark orbs of the others, showing emotion beneath them. He wears nothing save for a pendant of brass and ruby around his neck, and as he nears her she cannot help but stare further down at his member swinging gently back and forth, and she swallows nervously at its length.
