She took a step backwards and felt her back hit a wall.
"Come here, my pretty one..." the orc growled low in his throat and started towards her. "I won't hurt you..." He smiled horribly, and showed her the rusty, blunt dagger he was holding. Her eyes darted across the ruin, searching for something- anything - to help her escape.
The Orc was within reach now. Getting up her courage, she kicked him as hard as she could in the groin.
Her foot made contact. His eyes bulged out of their sockets, and he dropped to the floor like a rock, howling and clutching at himself. Quickly, she snatched up the dagger lying forgotten on the ground, and ran for the cover of the bushes.
***
It was dark when she was awoken by the sound of voices. She peered cautiously from the foliage, straining to hear what the orcs were saying. Her eyes widened in fear. She had to escape now, while she still had the chance.
"I found her!" roared a guttural voice behind her. She froze in terror. She wanted to run for her life, but she found she couldn't move. She cried out in pain as a huge, clawed hand seized a fistful of her hair, and dragged her, kicking and screaming, from her hiding place.
She clawed at her attacker, trying desperately to free herself, but the hand only tightened mercilessly. Tears filled her eyes, blurring her vision. She stumbled and the Orc forced her down across a large boulder. She cried out in panic and struggled desperately. The heavy body pinned her hard against it, and she winced as her arms were pulled behind her back and her wrists bound tightly together. The powerful, cruel hands grabbed and pushed her roughly, and she fell forward on her face, lying on the dirt in a crumpled heap. She heard rowdy laughter from all around her.
A clawed hand tangled itself in her hair and yanked her head back violently. She felt a strong, sweaty body pressing against her, and hot, stinking breath on her face, and then a familiar voice growled throatily, "Hello, my pretty..."
The way he said it made her insides turn cold with fear. She flinched away from him, but he only tugged her head back harder. More snarls and bellows of laughter. She gritted her teeth as a clawed, dark finger brushed her cheek, and she fought against the wave of repulsion that came over her.
"Let's see what you're hiding under that skirt of yours..." said the Orc, and taking hold of her skirt with both of his gnarled hands, he ripped it in half. She screamed as she felt the hands roughly caress her upper thighs...she knew without a doubt what was coming next.
But what happened next was a tumult of confusion.
A huge, towering orc stepped forward with his longsword upraised threateningly. "I found her! The female is mine!" he bellowed raucously, his eyes on the Orc on top of the half-naked girl.
Her orc's head jerked up, yellow eyes glinting. "You can wait your turn like the others... now get back before I rip out your intestines!" he snarled, rising with his dagger in hand.
The huge orc leapt forward with a terrifying battle cry. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a blur of steel, and her aggressor's head tumbled from his shoulders, a geyser of foul, black blood spattering across the hard, baked earth, and his body falling back on her. A fearful sob burst from her throat. The remaining Orcs went wild with rage and bloodlust, shouting and stamping their feet, weapons clashing.
In the clamour that followed, weapons clashed and Orcs yelled their fury.
The silence that followed was nearly as deafening. She scrambled to get to her feet, and stood there, feeling tired, confused and weak. She turned, and her eyes widened.
"Where do you think you're going?" the orc snarled. She recognized him as the one who had claimed her as his. He was still alive!
Perhaps it was due to his size. He was well over 6 and half feet tall and full of taut muscle. His appearance was predatory and fierce. His dark skin glistened with fresh sweat and his sparse armour was spattered with black blood.
He took a step forward in her direction. And then everything faded to black.
***
The air was damp and musty. She could feel a comfortable heat on her skin. She opened her eyes.
She was in a cave. There was a fire going, and she could see armour and provisions next to it. She tried to move and found that her hands were still tied. She struggled to her knees, and rested for a moment. She was tired, her muscles were sore from running, and the circulation of blood through her hands was being cut off. A harsh voice startled her.
"Good. You're awake." She turned her head slowly to the right, and she recognized the huge orc, sitting across from the fire. She froze, but he did nothing. Once it was clear that he wouldn't attack her, at least not right away, her eyes darted around her surroundings, examining any possible escape routes. It looked as though the only exit was behind the orc himself. She would have to get by him first, which ruled that escape out... unless he could be killed.
She looked back at him, afraid. He was watching her closely, an almost-amusement lurking in his predatory eyes. It was then she noticed him gazing at her naked legs and thighs, and she looked away quickly, not liking what she saw in his eyes.
After a moment, he grunted, and went back to what it was he had been doing.
Her eyes strayed back to the Orc, and now she dared to study him closer. His face was broad, with large, feral, deepset eyes and high cheekbones and a wide, flat nose with flaring nostrils. His mouth was wide, with full, dark lips. His long hair hung down his back in tight, dirty braids. His body was almost completely bare, except for a soiled loincloth, and thickly muscled, the mottled brown-green skin glistening with sweat and caked with dirt.
