This story contains nonconsenual elements.
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For centuries humans have been the pushovers of the world. Despite being more numerous than the other races it was petty divisions that left them as easy and enjoyable prey. Elves teased and tormented them during their raids. Orcs took men and women to be their pleasure slaves. Fairies played all manner of tricks and jokes on any human they could find. Beastfolk commonly kidnap a person to act as their personal pet. No one knew what the Demons did with their captured humans, though anxious minds often come up with extravagant ideas.
Alliances between human clans were often fleeting and barely useful in staving off all the threats that faced them. That was the case until the Mortal Goddess appeared. Her influence spread quickly but quietly, and within a few short years most of humanity had found the banner they needed to gather under. The clans waited to hear what their goddess would do to face their enemies, and perhaps even tell of ways to enact vengeance against them.
The Mortal Goddess did whisper plans to her people. While her power was not infinite she could cast a small curse on each and every being that had harassed them over the ages. It was a curse so small that the other races wouldn't even know it had appeared, but strong enough that when the humans did rebel it would ensure victory.
And so the humans trained and prepared under the guidance of their new leader. Men and women grew from frail militiamen to valiant knights and soon to be heroes. The goddess then softly announced that the curse had been placed upon the other races, the time for humans to rise up and prove themselves was at hand.
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The humans have struck their first successful blow against the races that have mistreated them. A number of elven nobles were captured and taken to the Hall of Glories at the human capital. Tied in several different bondage positions these elves are tickled mercilessly by humans, the magic of the Mortal Goddess, or even the goddess herself. Their laughter will be as praises to the human goddess, a testament of her power and the tickle curse she placed on them. So they shall stay for years upon years.
This knowledge of the human's turnabout traveled slowly. While the elves did halt their offenses out of fear the others races did not. Most of them that did hear of it dismissed the tale as either an exaggerated story of a couple captured elves or mere luck that the humans would not experience again. And so the orcs, fairies, beastfolk, and demons went about their lives and traditions of harassing the humans. But once more the tormented shall become the tormentor.
The goddess whispered another plan to her followers, this time it would be the orcs that the humans will face. This race was known for being strong warriors, living in and on top of the many mountains of the world. Muscle-bound male and female orcs often journeyed down from their mountain homes to attack human villages, carrying off prisoners to act as pleasure slaves. Few humans managed to escape to tell the tales of these aggressive and lustful green-skins, but those stories were enough to rile up the now battle ready men and women.
Another village was marked to be the next to face the old enemies of the humans. However, instead of a trap the goddess ordered a stealthy offensive by her followers into the ground level caves found in the nearby mountain range. The human soldiers, full of hope and pride, eagerly set the plan into motion. Over the cover of night a collection of men and women journeyed through the surrounding forest to where the caves were located. They then split into pairs and silently began their attack.
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Bakh the orc was preparing for a short night's rest in a small forward attack cave used by his kin. It wasn't common for orcs to invade human villages outside of the normal season, but the promise of more slaves to act as an orc's pleasure tool makes such an invasion not rare. Even though orc pillager numbers would be smaller it was not like their prey would put up much of a fight. The strength of an orc easily outclassed any human that may face them.
As Bakh lied down on the crude furcoverd rock he called a bed he thought of what would be coming at dawn tomorrow. He looked forward to feeling his new slave struggle fruitlessly against his muscles before he brought them back to this cave for an introductory education session. The orc had already prepared by hammering iron restraints into the floor of the cave and lying down soft fur. Here he would show his new pleasure slave what their new life would be like as his servant. Any resistance would be driven away by the power of his cock, and any submissiveness would be rewarded by, again, his cock.
The orc idly daydreamed as sleep began to draw near. As he did so he lazily chewed his upper lip with the small tusks in his mouth. Maybe he would capture a human woman with long blonde hair? The thoughts of fucking her over the bed at his home up in the mountain, a hand roughly grabbing her hair like the reigns of a steed, made his smile grow wide. Maybe a human man? The idea of breaking a man, who thought he was tough, by face fucking him also sounded enjoyable. Best of all would be either one of them crying out Bakh's name for mercy when they finally knew who their true master was.
Sleep was just seconds away for the eager warrior. However, just before he drifted off, Bakh heard a couple of small soft sounds from something hitting the floor of the cave. He opened his eyes and squinted into the darkness. There, among his meager pile of supplies on the rocky floor, he saw two leather pouches. The orc got up and approached the pouches. The closer he got the easier he could see some smoky substance emanating from them. As he stood over the pouches a sharp smell suddenly entered his lungs and the world began to spin. Bakh stumbled before falling to the ground. As he lost consciousness he could vaguely make out two lithe figures enter the cave and move towards him.
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Bakh eyes shot opened, the memories of what felt like seconds before still in his mind. He tried to get up but found he was stuck to the cave floor. In a cruel twist of irony the orc was now bound in the same iron restraints that he had planned to use on his new slave. Bakh strained his neck to look around the cave to try and plan his next move.
The orc's temporary home had changed slightly. There were two small but bright lanterns providing light. The darkness outside still showed it was night, Bakh was probably out for just under an hour. Also, did the air also get colder? Even though he planned to sleep in just a leather waist wrap he didn't remember it feeling too cold before. As the orc continued to look around the cave he heard a voice speak.
"Hey, Holli, looks like the green brute is up."
Bakh couldn't look directly behind him, but the figure that was talking soon moved into view above his body. Another one soon joined on the opposite side. They were wearing smooth and tight leather armor that covered their entire body. Judging from the curves the bound orc guessed these were human women, but that didn't make any sense. Their race was too weak and fearful to attack one of his kind.
"Yes he is Mya. I think we are going to have a good time here."
"You want a good time? Let me out of these irons and you will get the fucking of a lifetime. Or not, I could easily break them myself and then tie both of you down. And here I thought I was only going to get one slave."
That wasn't exactly true. Even the orcs themselves knew they tended to overdo their actions. Bakh did the same thing when he hammered the irons into the stone, the thought that he would be the one they held down didn't even cross his mind.
