Blackness slowly gave way to light.
Avara's vision was blurred, shifting about. Her head rang with a headache, and her blood throbbed in her ears.
"Hnng...wha...what..."
She mumbled, her lips numb. She couldn't feel her hands. She couldn't remember what she was just doing.
After a minute of waking up, she blinked away the blurriness in her vision and took stock of her surroundings. She was in a bedroom of some kind with pallets and pillows in one corner. A fountain with running water was near, and a small firepit was on the other wide of the room. The walls were stone, and there were a few small windows set high up near the ceiling that let in sunlight.
Sunlight?
she thought.
Wasn't it just nighttime?
She was sitting on her knees, which she found strange. She had never fallen asleep on her knees before. She made to get up, but couldn't. The sound of chains rattling filled her pointed ears.
"Eh?" She looked up, groggy, and realized both her arms were stretched taut over head. Manacles attached to chains ran to the ceiling, where they looped through some pulleys and ended at a crank near the door.
Avara looked about again, and realized her possessions--including her sword and pouch of money and goods--were all missing.
Along with her clothing.
Her leather skirts were gone, revealing her big cock hanging between her thighs. They'd taken her fur brassier as well, leaving her large breasts exposed to the air, her dark green nipples thick and long and stiff, areola wide and puffy.
She looked up again, and tried standing, using the manacles at her wrist to pull herself up. That's when she realized a chain was wrapped around her mid-section, and then locked to a metal loop on the floor. She wiggled a bit, trying to slip out of the chain around her muscular stomach, but it was no use. Her hips and ass were simply too large to squeeze through.
And so Avara knelt, the chains trapping her in that position on her knees. The ones at her wrists stopped her from lying down, while the one at her stomach stopped her from standing up.
The entrance to the room was by the crank. There was no door, just hanging beads.
"Hello!" she shouted. "Hello, someone! Release me! I demand someone come!"
She was answered with silence.
Then she tested the strength of Siggy's steel. She widened the stance of her thighs, and then began to pull and twist in earnest, not trying to stand, but rather to break the chains themselves. Her muscles bulged, growing massive in the attempt. Her biceps flared, thick veins rising. Her muscled shoulders grew and tensed. Her iron stomach clenched. Her thighs twitched as they braced her enormous body.
But the chains stood strong.
Avara sighed, hanging her head.
And then it all came rushing back.
That's right
, she thought.
I was down below, in the dungeons and that pit with Talla. We were robbing the place.
She remembered the horror from hell, the writhing flesh mass, and the ass she had mounted and spent herself in. She remembered swiping that giant ruby--the demon stone that stopped demon magic--and running right behind Talla back to the tower.
And then the guards had arrived. It must have been Kira the bandit who had made a mess of everything. She had probably gotten caught, which sounded the alarm throughout the whole palace.
Fucking little bandit
, thought Avara.
They had been swarmed, warriors coming out from every passageway, wearing leather armor and spiked armor both. Avara and Talla had slain many of them, but then came the orcs.
Avara could take an orc, any day. But three against one just wasn't fair odds.
She had maimed two of them, delivering cuts against the one with the shaved head and the spiky-haired one. But the one with the high mohawk hair was more skilled. She had used the pommel of her sword to knock the back of Avara's head, and everything went black.
And now here she was.
It must have been Queen Siggy's palace. It certainly wasn't a dungeon cell, that was for certain, and it was most especially not one of those little dog cages she and Talla had come across. No, this room seemed like a normal room for someone to sleep in, possibly a guest of the palace.
After a few minutes of brooding and thinking, Avara felt her testicles throb with pain.
Fuck
, she thought.
What hour is it?
Every healthy orc needed at least two milkings a day, one in the morning and one in the evening--and preferably a third one between--to stay physically comfortable. She thought back. The last orgasm she had was with the writhing flesh mass. If it was now midday, it was far past time to ejaculate again, and her balls were now letting her know.
They throbbed and ached, and soon her cock stiffened, raised veins appearing up and down the hard, hanging shaft. Pre-cum began to form at the tip and drip to the stone below.
"Somebody!" she shouted again, but nobody came.
And so she waited, eyes closed, breath calm, trying to mentally ignore the growing need in her loins.
For an hour.
And then another hour.
When Avara next opened her eyes and looked around, she was light-headed. She let out a slow exhale, trying to calm herself, and looked down at her cock.
A small puddle from her dripping pre-cum had formed.
"Oh...goddess..." she said, twisting her body about, tilting her head back in frustration. She grimaced, showing off her pronounced canines, and cursed in several different languages. Her cock flexed, bouncing up and down, but that only served to splatter pre-cum about. Her nipples were throbbing fiercely, and she looked down at them to see them puffy and swollen. Behind her balls, her pussy ached, dripping wet, her large labia lips hanging fat and low.
Finally, the beads parted and someone came in.
Three someones, actually. Three small human women, only wearing silk loincloths, their small breasts bared. One had long silky hair that ran down her back, one had hair to her chin, and the other had close-cropped hair.
"Oh, thank Avashala," said Avara with a heavy sigh. Her entire body seemed to go slack, and she just now noticed how much she had been tensing. "At last."
The women carried bowls of water, along with jugs, and plates of food, with plenty of cloths and towels. No key in sight.
"I take it you're not here to release me," said Avara, her voice raspy. "That is to be expected. But you are here to see to my needs, yes? You appear to be servants."
The women didn't answer, or speak in any way, but their actions were answer enough. They went about seeing to Avara. One of them cleaned her, washing her with soap and water, all while she was still restrained in her kneeling position, arms in the air. The sensation was wonderful. Avara closed her eyes, letting her head hang back between her biceps as the woman's sponge brushed over her skin, her muscles, her breasts.
Another servant gave her water, and she drank deeply. She was fed bits of meat, and her hunger was ravenous. She ate the entire place, along with more gulps of water.
Avara sighed. "Thank you, humans," she said, her arousal still intense, but bearable now that she was being seen to. "Thank you for this."
The process was long and drawn out, the servants' movements slow and deliberate. When the one cleaning her sponged her cock and balls and pussy and ass, Avara tensed up, looking down into her eyes. She almost came right then and there, but then the cleaning was over, and she was thoroughly dried.
Expensive perfume were applied to her skin. That was certainly a first for Avara.
"It's time," said the one with the long hair to the one with the short hair, and she gently placed her hand at her back.
The short-haired one nodded, lowered down to her knees, took Avara's cock in hand, and placed the tip in her mouth. She closed her eyes and pushed down, wrapping her lips around the massive head.
Avara groaned, eyes closing. "Ah...finally.." The sensation was pure bliss.
"One, two, three," said the long-haired woman, counting off the seconds, and the short-haired one pulled away after that, leaving Avara's cock untouched. She stood up, and they all began collecting their things.
"Wait, what?" said Avara, watching as they began to leave the room one by one. "What are you doing? I need more than that. Come back, you haven't finished your job."
The long-haired one looked back. "Apologies," she said, giving a quick curtsy. "By order of Queen Siggy."
And then she left.
Avara was alone. Clean, fed, watered, and hornier than ever.
"Fucking hell," she said, looking down at her twitching cock. And then realization hit. Queen Siggy knew orcs. She had three of them in her employ. She knew their physical needs, and what weak points to dig her dagger in. "She's torturing me."
She clenched her teeth together hard, a fresh new wave of arousal throbbing through her cock, balls, nipples and pussy.
That's the last time I work with that little fucking bandit
, she thought.
***
That's the last time I work with that big stupid orc
, thought Kira.
She lay cramped in a small cage meant for dogs deep in the dungeons. They didn't even have the decency to give her clothes back, and so she rested on her side, naked and uncomfortable.
The cages were stacked high, and there were several rows of them. She was on a bottom cage, and her neighbor was a small young woman with big eyes. "Hey there," Kira had said to her when they first locked her door. "What are you in for? Improper orgy etiquette?"
The woman didn't respond. She didn't seem like she much enjoyed conversation at all, and just looked about with her big eyes every once in a while before going back to sleep.
Kira sighed, wiling away the hours.
It's all Avara's fault
, she thought.
She's the one who just had to include a whore in the heist group. What parties include a whore in them? Doesn't she know anything about this line of work? Three is the classic number. Warrior, rogue, wizard. Muscle, sneak, magic. That's it. Nowhere in there is room for a whore.
