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Misadventures of Kor

Prized Possession of the Dwarves

The mighty orc burst through the doors of the keep. The dwarves had recently fallen back to their mountain home due the the constant raids led by Kor. Their lumber operations have come to a halt and the fierce warrior declared victory as he burned the keep's banners and flags. The horned orc stood tall in the center of the courtyard. Kor's hairy green skin shone with sweat from battle. His soldiers brought a captured dwarf before their chief.

"A prisoner! Why are you the only one still here while all your brethren have escaped to your mountain home, hours before we breached the keep?" Kor asked the dwarf. He took the chains from the guard and yanked the captive onto his knees. The stocky dwarf had on a simple leather vest and dirt covered slacks. His thick, black beard had streaks of silver that he wore in a simple braid.

"Chief, we found him in a hidden in the storeroom of the keep," said the one of the guards.

"Yes, he looked like he was trying to stash something. We didn't find anything of value upon the dwarf nor the storeroom. Looks like they emptied their supplies when they left," said his cohort.

"Come now, tell us what you were hiding. I shall let you live, and you can join your fellow cowards in retreat," Kor growled as he gave the chains another firm tug, drawing the captive closer to him. The dwarf's face was like chiseled stone, his charcoal black pupils stared coldly back at Kor. The chief glared impatiently at the little man for but a moment.

The orc's meaty hand reached out and grabbed the dwarf by his proud beard and hoisted him into the air. The hefty dwarf kicked and struggled as Kor's grip tighten. "Fine! I'll tell you. By the mountain's peak, let go of my beard!" the dwarf finally cried out.

Kor smiled as he dropped the squirming captive onto the ground. "Speak then or next time I'll rip the beard off," threaten the chieftain.

"I am Virin. I come from a long line of crafters and I could not abandon my family heirloom," said the dwarf as he rubbed his face and beard.

Kor's eyebrows raised at the potential for hidden treasures to claim. If it were something nice, he would claim it as a spoil of war. However, it could very well be some junk like a clay pot. The dwarf did not appear to be so tight lipped about it in the end. Either way the chief would be the one to make first claim. He wrapped the chain around his palm and led Virin back to the keep's storeroom.

"You two stand guard here, I will see what this dwarf has to hide," said Kor.

"Yes chief!" they said in unison. They closed the doors to the storeroom as soon as the dwarf and Kor had entered. Virin led Kor to the back wall of the storeroom. He placed his palm against the flat stone wall and pressed. A seamless square of stone pushed in and clicked. Something shifted inside the wall and the stone split and disappeared into the ground smoothly. The button clicked back out and became hidden in the wall once more.

"What marvelous and devious craftsmanship," said Kor as he admired the incredible precision required to fashion such a mechanism. Beyond the hidden door was a narrow set of stairs that led under the keep. Crystals harvested deep within the dwarven mountains were embedded along the carved stone walls. They were cut like fine gemstones and cast soft white light, illuminating the path down. The steps led to a large and open room.

The chamber was virtually empty except for a single display of ornate armor. Kor looked around and could see some clean shapes in the dust on the floor. This room held more than just the armor at one point, but it would seem all the other items had been removed in the evacuation. Odd that the armor would have been left.

"Is this your family heirloom?" Kor asked as he approached the display cautiously.

"Yes, it's been in my family for generations. One of my great, great grandfather's pieces. Please feel free to inspect the fine craftsmanship. We normally display this in the halls with great pride, but it had to be locked away because of your damn green skin raids," Virin said.

Kor put his foot against the dwarf's back and shoved him over with a deep laugh. "The raids only happened because you were cutting into the forest that border our lands. Mountain dwellers know nothing of the spirits of nature and this land. All you have is the cold heart of the mountains that you dig against endlessly. Your kingdoms dirty the lands of my ancestors, and this is how my people tell yours to leave," the chieftain said as he spat at the ground.

The burly orc looked back at the display. The armor was finely made indeed. The glossy black Dwarven steel made from the iron harvested from the heart of the mountain shone brilliantly in the soft light. The plates were anchored into thick red leather pads. Kor stepped closer, looking at the intricate patterns engraved along the edges of the steel. Before he knew it, his hand stretched forward to touch the spaulders when the dwarf interrupted.

"I guess that means I'll just take my armor and leave then?" asked Virin.

"No...no armor, the only gift you may leave with today is your life," said the orc.

"Come on greenskin! You wouldn't even know how to handle enchanted armor!" the dwarf said in anger, after a brief moment, his manacled hands covered his mouth. "Shit..."

"Enchanted huh? Tell me more," Kor demanded. Virin shook his head and the orc pulled on the chains again, dragging the dwarf a few feet before stumbling into the orc. Kor's large hand had just started to wrap around the dwarf's beard once more before he cried out.

"Damn you! The armor can change size. It can change to always fit the wearer. There!" he spat, pushing the orc's hand away from his face.

"Is that all? If I discover you are lying, you will lose more than your beard,"

"It...it also enhances the wearer's stamina. You could stay awake for a week straight and feel not fatigued. My father said it could allow one to run vast distances without the need to rest," confessed the dwarf.

"Then there is no way you are leaving here with that. Your family's heirloom will find a new pride in being displayed in glorious battled as my new armor. Take solace that I will put this to better use than some fixture you eat your meals next to," Kor said as he turned back to the display. He picked up one of the bracers, it felt much heavier than it appeared. The orc tried to strap the metal plate to his hairy forearm. His bulging green muscles proved too thick to wrap the metal around and in frustration he threw it against the ground at the dwarf. "You lied!"

"No! Wait! You just didn't put it on right," sputtered Virin as he raised his bound arms in defense.

"Very well then. You will show me how to equip this gear."

"Then release me from these shackles. I will need my hands to assist you."

"Fine. If you try anything, I will strangle you where you stand."

"You have my word. If you release me, I will just help you put on the armor."

Kor snarled before unshackling Virin. The chieftain kept a close eye the dwarf. They may have differed greatly in height, but the shorter man had a mighty stout frame. His hands and arms carried years of physical labor. The dwarf picked up the bracer and placed it back on the display. He explained that the armor must be worn in a certain order.

"Also, for the armor to fit the wearer, there can be no clothing underneath it. For the armor to endow the wearer with great stamina, there can be no obstructions with the warrior's body," Virin said as he stood with his hands up, gesturing to Kor to disrobe. If the dwarf spoke the truth, he could not equip the armor without disrobing himself if he were to try to overpower the chieftain. Kor proceed with caution.

"Dwarf, you will remove my armor," he commanded.

Virin sighed and put the plate back on the display and trudged over to Kor. "I gave you my word already, green skin," he grumbled as he started to unstrap the orc's shin guards. The thin iron plates were dented and scuffed, crude but effective metal hammered in a hurry and held on with mud caked leather.

"Yes, you gave me your word that you would help me equip this armor. Since you say I must strip, it is your duty to see to it," Kor chuckled as he watched the stocky dwarf kneel before him. Like all the other brave warriors of his clan, Kor wore little armor. A few plates strapped to his legs and forearms and a loose set of spaulders draped over the orc's broad shoulders were all quickly unstrapped and placed in a neat pile. The greenskin's hairy and muscular body was quite a mighty sight to behold by the shorter dwarf.

"Aye, now for the last thing..." Virin said as he unfastened the knot on the orc's loin cloth, tossing it into the pile in one fluid motion.

"Whoa wait!" Kor tried to protest, but already felt his enormous cock slip out and slap against his bulging thigh.

"Oh...wow," Virin said staring at the orc's endowment.

"Yes, I know. You could say it is a family trait. The armor, now!" Kor barked. The dwarf turned around and grinned. He picked up the chest plate once more and stood before the orc. He turned to line the center of the plate between the valley of the hairy green mounds of Kor's pecs. He pressed the smooth red leather pad against the orc's furry chest and it just stuck against it. The red leather seemed to come alive and began to spread along Kor's skin.

The chief took in a sharp breath once the leather had spread to cover his dark nipples. It felt smooth like silk as it flowed out to cover his barrel chest. The dark metal plates began to shift, and thinner plates spread out, molding to every contour of the wearer's body. It felt as if his lung capacity had expanded and he could start to feel the pumping of his blood. Kor watched as the plates spread over the main areas. The creeping red leathers had stopped around his navel and grew straps that hugged his sides.

"You should already start to feel the effects, your blood circulation and breathing is becoming more efficient. Please lean down," said the dwarf as he walked behind Kor with the back of the chest piece in hand. The increased oxygen made the orc a bit lightheaded at first, but he was quickly adjusting. He crouched down and felt the dwarf immediately press the plate between his shoulders. He arched a bit as he felt the armor spread down his back, creeping along his spine. The leather seemed to merge with the ends from the front of the chest plate, wrapping the muscular green skin in a tight but comfortable layer. The metal clicked softly as more plates sprouted out around to cover his back and shoulders.

Kor stood up and took in another deep breath, a burning heat seemed to radiate through his body. He swore he could feel his chest expanding beneath the armor. He could start to feel its powers coursing through his veins, it felt good. So good, he wanted more. He was about to demand the next piece, but the dwarf was already sliding one of the bracers onto his arm. Like the other pieces, the padded leather interior stuck against his green hide and began to spread like a thin layer being stretched taut as it covered the orc's bulging bicep and connecting beneath the shoulder plates.

The warrior growled as he watched the plates stretch and overlap each other, feeling his muscles grow stronger as they covered his arms. He watched his bicep flex and swell as Virin took care of his other arm. Within moments, no visible green flesh other than his face remained on the orc's upper body. Kor gave another flex and almost giggled as he watched his chest expand. His hands were now covered inside the velvet smooth padding, and the plates had covered the back of his hands and fingers. As he gave his sides and belly a firm pat, the armor felt deceptively sturdy and hard, yet his padded flesh no more than a pleasant tickle from the impact.

Once again, the dwarf had already started on the next piece. He slapped the greaves upon Kor's toned calves. The pieces hugging themselves comfortably behind Kor's knees and the leather straps melded together, fastening themselves snug and tight before spreading to cover his big green feet. Next were the tassets that were stuck to the green skin's tree trunk thick thighs. The black plates stretched to encircle each thigh before the plates slid down to meet his knees. The waist met at the small of the orc's back and the soft padding enveloped the round hams of the chief's ass before plates shingled themselves precisely around the crevice of his cheeks.

Now all of Kor's lower body save for his crotch was covered by the wonderous armor. He never felt so powerful before. Every flex and movement felt as if it carried tremendous force with his fluid motions. He could feel the warmth radiate from the armored appendages, he should have been sweating like a hog, yet his skin felt perfectly comfortable against the rich padding. The orc felt something jolt through his spine as looked down to see the dwarf holding his rock hard and dripping cock. His green mast stood at full attention, bobbing with the rush of blood from his beating heart.

His leaking tip felt so good in the small man's hand as Virin squeezed and caressed his purple glans. The dwarf smiled as the orc let out a deep moan while he pulled back the ample foreskin. The orc could not find the strength to protest, it as if the pleasure amplified with the constant rubbing from Virin. The dwarf's hand had been completely covered in Kor's pre as he continued to grope the shiny purple tip. In his other hand, he held up the cod piece and placed the rounded cap of metal right against the orc's dripping firehose.

The cap seemed to suction into place and three red leathery chords sprouted from the edges of the cod piece. They connected around the orc's waist and between his legs. The chords fused with the rest of the armor and pulled tight against the green skin's erection. Kor continued to moan as he felt as if the cap was sucking on his glans. Slowly the cod piece began to stretch out and downwards as it spread to cover the orc's length. Inch by inch, his throbbing dick disappeared into the smooth black metal tube. The strap between his legs seemed to split around the orc's low hangers, wrapping around his sac. The cod piece had finally started to gently bend the chief's member to rest atop his orbs. The metal casing slid to cover Kor's crotch in a single featureless bulge.

A whole new sensation began to ravage Kor's body below the neck. As he took a few steps around, his skin felt slick inside the armor. Then he felt something tingle. It started along his navel and then along his pecs, he almost yipped as he felt it against his nipple. It felt as if something had just licked him, and it hit his other nipple. Kor couldn't help but moan as he felt the assault across his body. The inside of the armor was gently suckling on his fingers and toes while countless tongues lapped against his thighs and chest. The licking spread beneath his pits and back and down his spine. He could feel something wet and slick begin to rub up and down his ass crack that just caused his trapped cock to throb harder.

Beyond frustrated, he tried to rub his encased dick, unable to feel anything from his armored hand bouncing right off the smooth steel. He cursed and punched the plate, only causing the metal to deflect with a torturous vibration on top of his enhanced sensitivity. It was driving him mad with the nonstop assault, he continued to squirm and try to rub and slap himself in a poor attempt to remove the plates. But there were no seams he could wedge his thick fingers into. Kor's frustration turned into anger as he spun around to look at the dwarf standing there, smiling at the flushed orc. "Curse you! You lied to me," Kor growled.

"No, green skin. I did not tell you a lie. I gave you my word that I would help you put the armor on. It is true this is a precious family heirloom. It is also true that the armor endows the wearer with great endurance and stamina. What your mistake was is assuming this armor is used for combat. That's quite incorrect, you see this armor is used to train beasts of burden. My ancestors recovered some strange material from the abyss and used it to create this living armor. We use it to break in beast of burden into their new life of service to us dwarves. You will be mine soon, orc," Virin chuckled as he grabbed the helmet.

Kor tried to cry out for his guards, but the dwarf had already pressed the cap behind the orc's horns. Red flaps sprouted out and slapped around his face like a mask as the metal plates circled his horns and scalp. The helmet fused with the rest of his body. The orc struggled in vain to pull the helmet off. Thankfully, the flap covering his face was breathable, but covered his eyes. He could feel the tickle of playful licks already brush against his lips and ears. As he continued to curse and wrestle with the armor, the dwarf just walked around his new prize.

"Stand," Virin commanded. Kor's body shot up from the ground and went ridged. His arms fell to his side and his back was straight with his head at attention. Kor tried to move, but the metal would not budge. His skin merely slid around slightly inside the slick insides of the armor. Every inch still tingled with constant teasing.

"As I said, this is a training device. When commanded by someone with experience, it can take only a few weeks to break in a new beast. Now I believe it is time for us to leave. Just before we depart, let's milk those jugs and plug him up!" said the dwarf as he gestured at the suit.

Kor felt something wet and slimy, like an over sized tongue begin to sprout from the inside of his mask. The thick muscle pushed easily past the chief's lips and into his mouth. It licked the back of his throat, making an effective gag. At the same time, something similar began to snake its way between the orc's ass cheeks. The slick tip easily spread the orc's virgin pucker. The trapped warrior groaned into his gag as the length continued to slip deeper into his guts. The slick tendril began to swell inside of him, stretching the orc to his limits. As it finally settled, it began to squirm against his prostate. The lapping at his hard nipples turned into a strong suction. It felt as if there was a ravenous mouth had latched on to the sensitive nubs. The sensations were beyond overwhelming. Kor would have been a mess on the floor had the armor not forced him to stand up.

Another torment began to sprout from his cod piece. Inside the armored bulge, it felt like a writhing mass of thin tendrils caressing and twisting around his shielded tip. A tendril began to worm its way against the endless pre leaking from Kor's cock head. The curious thing nudged against the tight opening before sinking in slowly. Kor could only whimper and cry into his gag as he felt the invading tendril slip deeper down his dick. His trapped member was helpless as the tendril continued to travel down the pre slick tunnel and disappear down the base of his member. Another jolt shot through his body as the thing began to push through his prostate and the opening of his bladder.

The squirming chief felt the overwhelming urge to relive himself. The tendril finally stopped once it had pushed into the orc's bladder. The need to empty himself faded soon, and the tip just twitched occasionally, forcing another mind-blowing ping of pleasure to shoot through his trapped body. Virin was quite proud of his new captive. He knew it would have been easy enough to nab one of the green skins, but never imagined he would get their chief of all orcs.

The dwarf ran his hands along the rounded mounds of metal plates that encased his trainee. The metal was warm like the flesh beneath it. "You will have your release when you prove yourself to be an obedient pet. Now time to get you back home to your new place in the great hall," Virin said as he walked over to one of the chamber's walls. He pressed another hidden button revealing an exit tunnel that would take them back to the dwarven mountains. The armor set off to the home of the dwarves, the orc chieftain trapped inside constantly at the edge of orgasm.

Were Kor able to think straight, he would have realized how enhanced stamina and endurance were an added curse to the armor. He would not tire as his body carried the dwarf back to the mountains with the endless assault of the armor's tendrils. They would be long gone before his warriors would notice their leader had mysteriously disappeared. By the time the orc had returned the dwarf home, one thing consumed his entire existence. The need to come.

Being trapped in the armor and unable to see, Kor lost all sense of time. There was no need to eat, drink, or sleep for the wearer sealed inside. There was only endless and calculated teasing. As soon as the orc got used to the pounding on his prostate, the appendage would push deeper or the armor would change to start fucking his cock with the tendril in his cod piece. Everything kept the orc stuck at the very edge, never enough to push him all the way over.

Now safely back in the mountain kingdom, the dwarves celebrated Virin's safe return and new treasure. After a lavish feast, Kor was placed on display in the great hall. The night was long as the crowd stopped by to rub and smack the cod piece causing the tendril to go wild inside his caged cock. As the festivities came to an end, Virin marched his captive to an empty room.

"I will make you the same offer I've made to all others that have been in your position. If you can demonstrate you are not a mindless beast of burden, you will be returned to your people and freed from the armor. Here is the test, I will remove the cod piece. If you can last till the morning when I return, I will release you. The armor will not allow you to touch yourself. I have left the cod piece somewhere in the room. If you find and equip it, it will let you cum and then tomorrow we will begin your training. You cannot disobey me, but I assure you the armor will reward you for your obedience," said the dwarf.

He pressed his palm against the cod piece and gently pulled away. It began to retract and release its grip on the orc's trapped girth. Kor moaned deeply into his gag as he felt the tendril begin to pull out from his urethra. The metal cap slid off the orc's fat head with a wet pop. The once mighty chief almost came right when the dwarf popped the piece off and tossed it behind him. Virin left the room and as soon as the door close, Kor could move once more.

Virin's words were true, the armor stopped the orc from wrapping his hands along his needy poll. The thing buried deep within his ass continued to expand and contract right against his prostate. His nipples felt tender from the endless suckling that hit him with the occasional nibble that caused Kor to inhale sharply. He could not even position himself against the floor nor the wall to hump against. Without the need for rest and unable to see, time had lost all meaning. The chieftain tried for what felt like hours, but the cursed armor prevented every attempt for the orc trapped within to get off.

Well, there was one thing... The orc dropped onto all fours and crawled around the room searching for the cod piece. While he was bent over, the armor took advantage of this position and began to thrust deeper into his guts. Even his gag had started to become more animated, swirling around his mouth before pushing deeper into his throat forcing the orc to swallow a few inches before it pulled back out between moans. Finally, he heard the clang of metal on metal and he felt the smooth rounded plate. He picked up the covering and stood up. Once his thumbs found the concave side of the piece. His hands hovered over his dripping green meat.

Kor's stopped for just a moment, the plate just inches away from his throbbing length. Could he really abandon his pride and chance for freedom? The throbbing in his ass returned, it felt like there was a swelling balloon right on his prostate. All he could hear was his ragged breathing and the soft dripping of pre splattering on the ground. The armor whisked away the fleeting resolve of the orc as the licking all over his body grew more intense and everything started to vibrate and pulse. The green skin was trapped once again at the cusp orgasm. His dick was throbbing so hard it almost hurt. It felt so empty without the tendril that once made his flesh tube home.

With a mighty thrust of his hips, Kor shoved his purple head right against the plate. The cod piece sunk quickly to engulf the foot long of thick orc dick. The metal reached the base and quickly fused with the rest of his crotch. The red chords wrapped around his swollen nuts before the metal plates encased them in a tight grip. The warrior could feel the familiar sensation of something prodding into the tip of his dick. It felt as even more tendrils had begun to coil around his glans, tugging and gently stroking his ample foreskin.

Then they began to enter Kor's dick. First one began to push along the underside of his trapped cock, then a second joined it. The sensation of having his dick stuff from the inside was more than enough to send him over. He came hard into the armor. His whole body would be shuddering violently had the suit not kept him standing. His thick orc seed gushed out from his stretched tube. The tendrils continued to sink deeper with each spurt, slurping away all his essence that spilled forth. The orc was lost in a haze of darkness and lust. The experiences of a hundred battles could not hold a candle to the intensity of his recent orgasm.

Kor was lost in the constant milking of the living armor. His other senses began to stir as he heard a new sound. The door clicked open and he could hear someone enter the room.

"Looks like you made the same decision all the others did. Good choice, green skin. You will spend the rest of your life knowing only pleasure and obedience. Now come along, we must begin your training," Virin said. With his new beast broken, the dwarf led Kor out of the room and began his service in the halls of the mountain kingdom.