Chapter 14 - Mila
Mila was a mess. Her body burned and sweat dripped from her bare, green skin. Her loins ached with an urgent need to be filled and her tongue was starving for the taste of cum, but, struggle as she might, her feet were firmly clamped into a set of stocks, while an iron yoke locked her arms at right angles to her body with her hands on either side of her head. She writhed on the stone floor of the cell she was chained in, mind buried beneath an avalanche of lust. Were she in any semblance of control over her own senses, she would have heard the sound of Pointer, in the neighbouring cell, similarly groaning and struggling with his own shackles, desperate to unload his seed into any welcoming orifice.
The two had been discovered by the Redtooth tribe mid-coitus in the centre of the orb chamber. It had taken four burly orc warriors to separate the frantically rutting pair, and another two warriors to get them shackled. Only Grotag's word that Mila had warned him of the theft had prevented the angry orcs from killing the elf and the warg-rider on the spot. Now, they were housed in two adjoining cells beneath the Pa.
"We have tried to question them numerous times," said Grotag as he led Dayna down the steps into the cool, dark dungeon, "but they are both incoherent. The elf wouldn't have said much, anyway - he is a mute. All we have been able to do is feed them, and even that is a struggle."
Dayna looked through the cell bars at the two naked, chained, sweat soaked and writhing figures. The elf was pale skinned, whippet lean and startlingly handsome. His corded musculature was in severe contrast to the bulky strength of the orcs around her, but as he struggled against his bonds, the mage could clearly see he was immensely strong. The lattice-work of scars that covered his skin spoke of much experience in combat. The female orc in the cell beside his was also clearly a powerful warrior. Rounded biceps stood out on her arms and her abs rippled as she tugged against the restraints holding her down, her face a mask of snarling desperation. At a glance, Dayna could see that both were under the effects of a powerful lust spell; the elf's cock was engorged and leaking copious amounts of pre-cum while the orc's quim secreted a steady stream of viscous pussy juice that puddled beneath her asscheeks. The nipples on her large breasts were hard and erect.
"Six days like this, you said?" asked Dayna.
"Yes," replied the female orc that had introduced herself as Kami, sister to Grotag. "They must be force fed food and drink, and their condition only gets worse when we enter the cell to do so."
"We should kill the thieves!" snarled a large orc with deep green skin.
"Enough, Konta!" bellowed Grotag in response. "If we kill them, we have no chance of retrieving the sacred stone!"
"The stone is gone!" snapped Konta, "And let us not forget it was you who brought the thieves into our midst! Now you stand here giving us orders? You are not chief!"
Dayna was taken aback. There was clearly a burgeoning power struggle happening in the tribe. She wondered how much worse things could get.
Grotag didn't bother with a verbal response. The huge orc simply swivelled at the waist and slammed his massive, meaty fist into Konta's face. Konta stumbled backwards, but stayed on his feet.
"Do we do this now?" rumbled Grotag menacingly.
Konta snarled in response, flecks of green blood spraying from his mouth as he spoke. "Yes! Now! Let us decide who is the new chief as custom demands!"
The orcs gathered in the dungeon began to murmur, a sound that steadily coalesced into a chant that grew louder and louder as the mob moved back up the stairs and out into the clearing in front of the main hall. "Pa-dak! Pa-dak! Pa-DAK!" the sound reverberated in Dayna's ears as she was swept along with the crowd. More orcs emerged from the various huts and dwellings, taking up the chant as they did so. "Pa-dak! Pa-dak! Pa-DAK!"
"What is going on?!" shouted Dayna to Kami.
"My brother and Konta both claim right to be chief!" Kami bellowed in reply. "They will now fight to see who will have the honour."
"But I NEED to talk to the prisoners!" exclaimed Dayna.
"Well, if my brother survives, perhaps you shall!"
The orc villagers formed a rough circle in front of the Pa as the chant grew to monumental proportions - then, suddenly, as Konta and Grotag walked into the centre of the clearing, there was silence. Dayna sized up the two opponents with her inexpert eye. Each was a behemoth of rippling muscle and ferocity, but there were some differences. While both were barrel chested, with long arms and slightly shorter legs, Konta had a lankiness to his body that gave him a reach advantage, while Grotag's chest seemed more heavily muscled. As she watched with dreadful fascination, the two warriors drew their heavy, vicious looking cleavers and turned to face one another. With nary a stitch of protective clothing between them, Dayna knew that there would be blood, and lots of it.
Konta straightened his stance and raised his arms to the night sky before letting out a deafening roar. Twenty paces away from him, Grotag simply smiled, his large tusks glinting in the pale moonlight as he tossed his cleaver from one hand to the other and back again. Dayna couldn't decide which gesture was the more menacing. Then, with no further ceremony, the two massive orcs charged directly at one another.
Grotag held his blade low as he moved towards Konta at a surprisingly fast, loping gait. In contrast, Konta's cleaver was held out behind him, his arm at full extension, his legs a blur as he barrelled towards his challenger. Once the pair reached the centre of the clearing, Konta swung his weapon in a high arc over his head, aiming to simply cleave Grotag's head in two. The move was obvious, however, and, with agility that Dayna didn't think possible in a creature built as Grotag was, Kami's brother tucked his shoulder and rolled to the right, coming to a halt in a low crouch and swinging his blade at Konta's left thigh. Unfortunately, Konta was more clever than Dayna had given him credit. The dark green orc maintained his momentum, moving with Grotag's attack, and managed to avoid the worst of the sword slash, taking only a slight cut to the back of his leg. Bellowing with anger, Konta swept his empty left hand out in a colossal left hook that connected with Grotag's temple.
Grotag stumbled backwards, trying to make distance between himself and his opponent as he shook his head. Konta was having none of it, however, and pressed his attack, swinging his blade at Grotag's left side in a fell blow that his opponent was barely able to parry. There was a steely clang as the two heavy swords collided. With dread, Dayna noticed that Grotag's parry had left his ribs exposed, and, once more, Konta took full advantage, grabbing Grotag's right shoulder with his huge left hand and jumping upwards to drive his knee into Grotag's chest. The crack of ribs was clearly audible and Dayna heard Kami groan quietly as her brother slumped forward, a droplets of green blood spraying from his mouth as ragged gasps escaped his lips. Konta wasn't finished with him, however. The dark green fighter shifted his grip on Grotag's shoulder to seize the wounded orc by the throat. Dayna watched Konta's muscles bulge, veins etched clearly on his skin, as he hefted Grotag's bulk skywards with his left arm while winding up his finishing blow with his right. Just as she was about to turn away, not wanting to see the display of gore to come, she realised that Grotag smiling.
Konta saw it too and hesitated. It was all the opportunity Grotag needed. The big orc brought his knees up, shifting his weight higher and causing Konta to totter forward. Both tumbled earthward, Konta atop Grotag, who wrapped his brawny arms around his opponent. Konta swung his weapon as they fell, scoring a deep cut into the flesh of Grotag's shoulder, but the adrenaline fueled behemoth didn't seem to notice, all pretense of his weakened state shed now that his deception had played out and he had Konta at close range. There was a solid thud as the massive warriors hit the ground. Grotag roared and Dayna saw his immense muscles flex as he crushed Konta in a suffocating bear hug. Konta smashed the pommel of his cleaver into his foe's head and shoulders - Grotag had him too close for him to use the wicked looking blade - but the blows, which would have cracked an elf's skull, seemed to do all but nothing to Grotag. Now it was Konta's turn to gasp and a rumble of excitement began to rise from the assembled orcs. The dark green orc's blows seemed to become increasingly weaker and the elf mage watched in awe as Grotag gave a mighty shout and flexed his tremendous biceps with staggering strength. Atop him, but clearly not in control, Konta's mouth opened in an airless snarl and a gout of blood drooled from his jaws as Grotag's ridiculous strength crushed his ribs and squeezed the breath from his lungs. Knowing he had his foe at his mercy, Grotag kicked out with both legs and Konta staggered backwards, only barely landing on his feet a few yards away. The dark green orc sucked in air as he stumbled to find his footing, the action producing a sick, wheezing, wet noise, but the sound died quickly in his throat; the moment he had launched his opponent, Grotag heaved his right arm forward, sending his cleaver spinning end over end to halt with a meaty crunch in Konta's ribcage. Konta blinked, dumbfounded, his left hand plucking at the hilt of the weapon in his chest, as Grotag sprang to his feet and followed the path of the thrown weapon at a run. There was another resounding thud as the two fighters collided once more, but only Grotag stood up after they crashed to the floor, his blade now shoved deep into Konta's chest cavity.
"PA-DAK!" The gathered crowd erupted in a cheer. A mob of orcs swarmed forwards to hoist Grotag above them. Beside her, Dayna could see Kami was grinning broadly.
