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."
