Kum Foulfang the orc, trudged slowly along the path, kicking the odd lose stone or twig that he spotted on the track. He was still somewhat unsure about his decision as he reluctantly hiked away from the human lands and back towards his home with the orcs. He was also rather nervous about how he'd be received when he got back, he was, after all, a traitor.
Suddenly the orc tensed as he heard a noise from behind him on the trail. The sound of hooves.
The chubby orc dived into a nearby bush, hoping that whoever was behind him wouldn't spot his hiding place.
Foulfang peered through the branches of the bush, looking back in the direction the horse was coming from.
Less than a minute later a horse emerged from amongst the trees. The rider was in fact a young human woman, and an attractive one at that. She had long brown hair that seemed to shine in the midday sun, and her curvaceous figure was barely concealed by the tight fitting tunic and breeches she wore.
Foulfang squinted his eyes in surprise as he stared at the beautiful human. Strangest of all was that a pair of green skinned hands appeared to be attached to her chest. As Foulfang peered out from his hiding place, the hands seemed to be squeezing and kneading the buxom young girls ample breasts through her tunic.
The orc gaped as he watched the woman slowly ride past the bush he was hidden in. As her horse came parallel with his hiding spot he saw that the hands in fact belonged to a small, green skinned humanoid. A goblin.
"Cockweasel!?" blurted Foulfang aloud.
"Wh..." the goblin reflexively released Elizabeth's tits as he turned to see the orc stand up from his hiding place in the bush. "Foulfang!"
"What are you doing her Cockweasel?" asked Foulfang in surprise. The goblin had been the last person he'd expected to see come riding along the trail. And the woman with him was not Lady Gwendallyn, but another, slightly younger human female.
"Looking for you, you big oaf!" said Cockweasel, clearly happy to see the orc.
Elizabeth reined their horse to a halt as Cockweasel jumped down off the back of the steed. "Just what the hell are you doing running off like this, you dumb orc?"
Foulfang frowned, glancing briefly at Elizabeth with uncertainty. "I've had enough of those damn humans," he explained. "They treat me like some sort of freak. I don't know why I agreed to help them in the first place"
"Well, we're here to bring you back," announced Cockweasel, sounding rather pleased with himself.
"Well I'm not going!" snapped back Foulfang.
Cockweasel considered for a moment and then turned to Elizabeth. "I need to have a private word with my old friend here. Why don't you head back to that clearing we passed a few minutes ago and start setting up a campsite."
Elizabeth nodded wordlessly and went back the way they'd come, leading their horse along by the reins.
Foulfang waited until she was out of sight before speaking. "Who's the big titted bitch?"
"She's my new squire. Elizabeth."
The orc licked his lips. "Very nice," he said in admiration.
"What's this all about then Foulfang?" asked Cockweasel. "Why are you leaving the sweet life with the humans to go back to the orcs. They'll probably kill you when you get home."
Foulfang grimaced at that comment. "I'm hoping that I have enough secrets about the humans to tell to make myself valuable. And human life isn't as great as you make it out to be."
Cockweasel frowned, considered the blessed life he'd had amongst the paladin's himself. "What do you mean?"
"Well when I first agreed to come back with you I figured I'd have sex on tap. That fat chested blonde knight was a great fuck, but as soon as we hit town she froze up on me and refused to even suck me off or anything."
Cockweasel nodded. "I know what you mean."
"It's false advertising!" complained the orc.
Cockweasel thoughtfully scratched his crotch. "Listen. It's not quite as frigid as you make it out to be Foulfang," he explained. "You've just gotta be a little clever on how you go about things. When you get back, you tell the paladin's that you're a devotee of Adeva, the goddess of love."
"Adeva?" repeated Foulfang doubtfully. "How will that help."
"They'll then send you a hot priestess with big melons that you can do whatever you want to."
Foulfang raised an eyebrow in surprise at this. "Really? Whatever I want?"
Cockweasel nodded with a smug grin. "I even fucked one of them in the ass."
Foulfang whistled in approval. "Very nice. What about that slut that came here with you, the squire. Can I get me one of those?"
Cockweasel shook his head. "Squires are only given to paladins."
"Well can I have a go with her now?" suggested Foulfang. "You know, to seal the deal. As a show of good faith, like with Gwendallyn."
Cockweasel frowned as this, remembering how hard it had been for him to trick his pretty young squire into even a blowjob. Much tougher than with Lady Gwnedallyn, that's for sure. "I don't know, she's not really that easy..."
"Come on Cockweasel!" begged Foulfang. "Have you seen the tits on her? I gotta get me some of that. Even just a handjob or something. It's been ages since I've been laid and the boys are pretty restless." The orc cupped his crotch through his grubby pants to illustrate his problem.
"Okay, let me think for a moment," said Cockweasel, his mind racing. "We can't just take the same approach as we did with Lady Gwendallyn, it wont work."
"You've gotta get me something or I won't come," warned Foulfang.
"Okay, okay. I've got an idea. But you've gotta play along. Let's head back down to the campsite."
The orc and goblin set off down the path, towards where Elizabeth had set up their camping gear and was in the process of collecting wood to build a fire.
"Sit there!" snapped Cockweasel as they reached the camp, his voice suddenly become firm and authoritarian as he ordered Foulfang to sit under a nearby tree.
Foulfang did as he was ordered, prending to be meek and scared by the goblin. While he took his seat, Cockweasel moved over to his squire Elizabeth and took her aside, whispering instructions into her ear.
"Tie him to the tree," instructed Cockweasel aloud as he stepped away from his busty squire.
Elizabeth grabbed some rope from their bags and moved behind Foulfang, tying his arms around the tree behind his back.
"You will be coming back with us Foulfang," snapped Cockweasel as Elizabeth bound his arms.
"Not way!" retorted the orc defiantly.
"Make sure he can't get his hands free," Cockweasel told his squire. "We're going to convince this orc that he won't be trying to escape again."
"You will go with us Foulfang," Cockweasel said as the orc was tied fast to the tree by the beautiful young woman.
"I can take any pain you dish out," retorted Foulfang, as his hands were tightly bound by Elizabeth.
"Good," Cockweasel said once the orc was in position. "Now, this is your last chance Kum. Will you come back with us?"
"Never!" spat the orc.
"Very well, you leave us no choice then," Cockweasel said calmly. He then turned to his squire. "Unfasten his trousers."
Elizabeth nodded and smiled, wondering what horrible torture the goblin was about to inflict on this orc. She reached out and untied the front of the prisoners trousers, pulling them open and exposing the orc's genitals.
"Good, now take hold of his penis," Cockweasel commanded her.
Elizabeth glanced back at the goblin, his command taking her by surprise. Cockweasel merely nodded encouragingly in her direction, urging her to do as he said without question.
"Okay," Elizabeth said after a moments pause. She reached down and took hold of the orc's cock, gingerly lifting the flaccid organ up between the tips of her thumb and forefinger.
"Get a good grip," instructed Cockweasel.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes in disgust at the idea of handling the genitals of one of the enemy orcs, but trusted that the goblin paladin knew what he was doing. She slipped her palm around Foulfang's cock, feeling him twitch slightly as her cool fingers closed around the shaft.
"Can you feel that Foulfang?" Cockweasel asked, moving a little closer so he could look into the orc's eyes as he interrogated him.
"Yes," breathed Foulfang, he sounded nervous.
"Give it a squeeze," Cockweasel instructed his squire. The beautiful brunette gave her enemy's cock a firm squeeze, it felt spongy in her hand, although she thought it felt a little thicker than when she'd first touched him. The orc gasped and shuddered slightly against the tree.
"Feel that?" Cockweasel repeated.
"Yes."
"If you don't agree to return with us then my squire here might pull off your cock. You wouldn't want that, now would you?" Cockweasel said, his voice threatening. Elizabeth gave Foulfang's dick another squeeze, as if to emphasize the threat.
"Gently grab his testicles with your other hand," Cockweasel told her.
Elizabeth frowned slightly but did as she was directed, cupping the orc's hairy balls in her cool fingers as she squeezed on his cock a third time, it was definitely growing in her hand, was he getting excited by their torture?
"You're balls would make a lovely necklace for Elizabeth you know," Cockweasel growled dangerously as Elizabeth rolled the orc's testicles on her fingertips.
"Pull on his cock, make sure he gets the message."
