{"sf1_id":3142,"sf2_id":"RnoEGGpe","title":"Here Be Dragons","author":"Lustful_Orcs","words":9017,"posted_at":"2004-08-01T20:23:00.000Z","tags":["Adventure","Anal","Cuddling","Domination/Submission","Dragon","Ejaculation","M/M","Oral","Orc","Orgy"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/3142-here-be-dragons","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/RnoEGGpe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/18/67/186783e1-6dd3-4e3e-b8c2-a04ffbe325ba","description":"","content":"  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\* HERE BE DRAGONS \\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n  \n  \nan ADULT orc yaoi story written by Lustful\\_Orcs  \n  \npartly based on a story-concept by DemonDragon  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \nDESCRIPTION: Tied to a pole, waiting to be  \n  \nsacrificed, six Orcs of six tribes lose all hope  \n  \nbut discover to their surprise some monsters  \n  \nare better not left alone.  \n  \n  \n  \nCREDITS: This story was written by Lustful\\_Orcs  \n  \non request of DemonDragon, who conceived  \n  \nthe story's backbone. Lustful\\_Orcs can be  \n  \nreached through email at  \n  \n[[email\u0026nbsp;protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) while DemonDragon  \n  \nis available through his email address  \n  \n[[email\u0026nbsp;protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection)  \n  \nThanx again DD2K for the inspiring ideas!  \n  \n  \n  \nWARNING: This story is quite explicit and is rated  \n  \nTriple X, NC-17 meaning it is suitable for ADULTS ONLY.  \n  \nIt contains suggestions and explicit descriptions regarding  \n  \n-homosexual gay sex between males of the same gender-  \n  \nand in addition to that contains scenes that might be regarded  \n  \nas distasteful or even disturbing, including verbal abuse.  \n  \nLiking or disliking this story or its direct or implied content  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Is in no way indicative of the sexual preference of the reader.  \n  \nAll acts and persons described herein take place between  \n  \nconsenting adults and are strictly fictional.  \n  \nIt need be stressed that Orc yaoi stories by this writer,  \n  \nalthough free of true violence and genuine hostilities, bear  \n  \ngreat emotional charge for some and as such are unsuitable  \n  \nfor people with unresolved emotional problems, or those of  \n  \nhigh sensitivities. These stories often venture far beyond  \n  \ntaboo borders including those of a sexual or abusive  \n  \nnature, merging agonies and ecstasies to a particularly  \n  \nexplicit mix. The writer's sole intent is to provide the reader  \n  \nwith an entertaining or even stimulating reading experience.  \n  \nThe writer can not be held responsible for anything closely  \n  \nor remotely associated with this story, sentient life or  \n  \nthe universe in general. Protected by international copyright  \n  \nlaws. This story or parts thereof may be kept, multiplied and  \n  \nprinted for personal use or that of single acquaintances at the  \n  \nsame time, but may not be quoted or publicized publicly  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; without expressed consent of the writer.  \n  \n  \n  \nThe writer Lustful\\_Orcs can currently be contacted at:  \n  \n[[email\u0026nbsp;protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection)  \n  \n  \nYIFFSTAR ADDITION: This is an Orc story, a bit unusual in the Furry world, but feel free to explore!  \nIf you find you want to know more about Orcs, yiffy and otherwise, then there's good news!  \nThere's a whole ORC FANDOM out there, waiting to be explored. You will find many Orcsites, especially ADULT ORC SITES right at your fingertips if you visit:  \nORC'S GATE [http://members.home.nl/orcs-gate/index.htm](http://members.home.nl/orcs-gate/index.htm)  \nAnd that tiny site's sole purpose is to link and review the major Orc Sites. Make sure to check out the Adult Orcs section, because that's where the yiffy's at!  \nWe're a small 1.000 Orc fandom, so if you want to be an Orc, or better yet create Orc Arts with us, take that link and shove it up your  \nBookmarks Section o\\_O  \n  \n  \n  \nAs for this highly explicit Orc story: I hope you like it..  \n  \nOpen your mind, buckle up and enjoy the ride !  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \nLustful\\_Orcs  \n  \n  \n  \nJune 2003  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\* HERE BE DRAGONS \\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nan ADULT orc yaoi story written by Lustful\\_Orcs  \n  \npartly based on a story-concept by DemonDragon  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \nIt was a cool spring morning in the  \n  \nKingfisher Delta, and the mists of early morning  \n  \ndampened the lush forest and grasslands with  \n  \nshiny pearls of dew. This was Igokh Radl Soitac,  \n  \nSix Tribe Forest, home of the six Orc tribes that  \n  \nlived off the land amidst a wilderness where no  \n  \nhuman dared tread. The tribes lived a happy life  \n  \nhere, the corn grew huge cobs on the fertile soil,  \n  \nthe cattle, sheep and pigs they raised were  \n  \nbeefy and full of health, and the tribal wars they  \n  \nfought were mere Orc-hunts for the fun that  \n  \ncould be had with the captives. Blades nor blood  \n  \nwere drawn in these lands and the tribes lived in  \n  \nharmony with themselves and the overwhelming  \n  \nbeauty of the Orclands that spawned and  \n  \nsustained them.  \n  \n  \n  \nAnd yet strange, strange things went on every  \n  \nspring. This was not as much spoken of as it  \n  \ncould be seen. For in a huge grassy  \n  \nforest-clearing there stood two black poles.  \n  \nThis would not easily bewilder the onlooker,  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; were it not that from each pole three young male  \n  \nOrcs of exceptional beauty hung by their ankles,  \n  \ntheir wrists tied to their necks. The six Orcs wore  \n  \nnothing but small yellow breeches that fitted them  \n  \nas tight as their skins, and all six of them were  \n  \npainted with the colors of the six tribes that had  \n  \nso oddly left them hanging there, protected from  \n  \nthe wild animals by six Orc warriors with shiny  \n  \nmetal spears whose glistening in the morning  \n  \nsun signaled their presence in the forest around  \n  \nthe clearing.  \n  \n  \n  \nThe six neatly tied Orcs, and it need be stressed  \n  \nonce more that all of them were in the prime of  \n  \ntheir lives, rippling with muscle and of striking  \n  \nbeauty of both body and face, simply hung there  \n  \nsuspended by their ankles -their mist-moistened  \n  \nbodies shining in the early morning light- and  \n  \ncould do nothing but await the things to come.  \n  \nSo the halfnaked Orcs hung there shivering and  \n  \nshaking, not as much by the cold of that early  \n  \nmorning in spring, but by the sheer fright and  \n  \nterror that filled their minds.  \n  \n  \n  \n'We be fucked good..' one of the Orcs hissed  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; and sighed a shivering sigh.  \n  \n'That me wissh.. ' the Orc to his left hissed back  \n  \nin equal terror,  \n  \n'Me wissh me got hard rumping by trunktailed  \n  \ngiant rather than being green monsterbait here  \n  \non pole. This not fucked this be doomed..'  \n  \nAn Orc from the other pole growled in anger:  \n  \n'You Oharac Radl Orc be coward! We go live  \n  \nand kill monster and that we do! You Oharac  \n  \nOrcs be little scared purr-meows! Meoww!  \n  \nMeoww! Me sooo scared be!!'  \n  \n'You shut op or you be getting Oharac foot  \n  \nfor grub!' the Orc of the Oharac tribe snapped,  \n  \nglad to get the chance to replace his fear with  \n  \nsome good old-fashion Orcish threats.  \n  \n'You not can! You go kick and me go lick Orcfoot  \n  \nall nice like gurk! You bound and being  \n  \nlittle pussy 'bout it! Me not fear of death!'  \n  \n'You no scared?!' another Orc replied,  \n  \n'Poles be fifteen feet apart and wind be blowing  \n  \nbut me smells you be shitting stink all time!'  \n  \n'Will you dumb gurks go hush?!' the oldest of the  \n  \nOrcs snarled ferociously,  \n  \n'We all be scared and we all be shitting stink! If  \n  \nme had gotten grub and soak last days and  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; damn breeches be fitting as should me would  \n  \npiss myself, that be my scared now!'  \n  \n'My breeches be squeeze-tight too! Me now has  \n  \nthree throatlumps instead of one!'  \n  \n'Linen thingies be right color for pissing too!'  \n  \nan Orc who had yet not spoken added,  \n  \n'Mine be so tight big strong Orc got sweats tying  \n  \ntight shutcord. Me rather hang nudie than all  \n  \nsqueezed-in like me be right now! All of you get  \n  \nDwargh-size thingie like me?' The Orcs mumbled  \n  \nin agreement.  \n  \n'We Orcs hang here and go be grub for big  \n  \nwinglizard. Tribes go dump us for monstergrub  \n  \nbut they be squeezing us into tight little cloth  \n  \nthings size of Dwarghs. Me no get it...'  \n  \n'That because you be dumb!'  \n  \n'You take back! Me go tearing you..'  \n  \n'You be tearing yellow breeches and go look  \n  \nstupid for beast! Me sees cloth thingie be  \n  \nthrobbing! What be matter, dumbie gurk? Can't  \n  \nget tail up?'  \n  \n'Me go KILL you!'  \n  \n'You go squirt Dwargie-pants all sticky if talking  \n  \nbig words like that! Me SEES you be hot on me!  \n  \nIt be fun look for beast if Ogac warrior be all slick  \n  \nand sticky like that!'  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; 'Me HATE you!'  \n  \n'You not sweat it: you know me would give you  \n  \nlong big suckling if we not be tied up! Me likes  \n  \nyou and you sure be good looks!' This calmed  \n  \nthe Ogac somewhat.  \n  \n'Go hush up!You two talks of squirting be making  \n  \nmy breeches more tight!'  \n  \n'Damn Dwargiepants and damn sacrifice!  \n  \nWe six Orcs be having six-tribe tail itch and we  \n  \nnot can play fun with them!' the word sacrifice  \n  \nsobered them up. A silence came over the Orcs  \n  \nand one by one the repressed bulges in their  \n  \ntight breeches receded somewhat.  \n  \n  \n  \n'Soon beast will swoop down and that be end of  \n  \nit. We be green meat grub and that be that..'  \n  \n'Me not sure on that..' one of them hoarsely  \n  \nhissed,  \n  \n'Me been hearing things on big monster in tribe..'  \n  \n'You be hearing lot then Oclac gurk! Fate of  \n  \nspring sacrifice-Orcs be mystery.'  \n  \n'Me not be slave-Orc! Me means:  \n  \nme not be gurk YET...'  \n  \n'Yet? What yet be meaning in this?'  \n  \n'Me been hearing we go and be gurks for big  \n  \nmonster.'  \n  \n'That better than being grub! But monsters not  \n  \nthink so how can be slaves then to beast?'  \n  \n'Winglizards be old as time. Me been hearing we  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; go be gurks and not grub.'  \n  \n'Me rather be your tribe's rumping-gurk than  \n  \ncramming food up mouth of ugly beast...'  \n  \n'Orcs..?' the youngest one squeaked,  \n  \n'Me be scared like little mousie...' The bound Orc  \n  \nstarted sobbing.  \n  \n'You no cry! Winglizard be huge big beast, so  \n  \none bite kill you on spot and he not go nibble you  \n  \nlike rats be doing. He go bite you in half and that  \n  \nbe a death of heroes. You go be proud big beast  \n  \nleave tribe alone because you be grub for  \n  \nmonster.'  \n  \n'God of Thunder! LOOK!! LOOK!!'  \n  \n  \n  \nIt came from beneath the mists. A small flying  \n  \nshape flew towards them, becoming larger and  \n  \nlarger as he advanced. It was a big red lizard  \n  \nwith a thick, long tail and enormous wings.  \n  \n'Monster be DRAGON!' one of the Orcs hissed  \n  \nin fear and managed to utter:  \n  \n'You all hold piss and pray to Orcs in sky! We go  \n  \nand be heroes now!' Alas, these noble words fell  \n  \nto waste.  \n  \n'ME NOT WANTING DIE!! ME NOT WANTING  \n  \nDIE!!' the youngest one worded all of their  \n  \nthoughts, and the tied-up Orcs squirmed like  \n  \nstrung-up worms in desperate attempts to break  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; the ropes that bound them to the poles of  \n  \nsacrifice. Prayers for strength were yelled and  \n  \nmingled with intensely humiliating shrieks for  \n  \nmercy of the squirming Orcs that dangled from  \n  \nthe poles. While the Orc guards in the woods ran  \n  \nfor their lives the red Dragon hovered over them,  \n  \nswinging the big Orcs in the mighty gusts of wind  \n  \nfrom his gigantic red yet batlike wings. If the Orcs  \n  \nhadn't been kept hungry and dry for three days,  \n  \neach and every one of them would've soiled  \n  \nhimself in fear of this formidable beast.  \n  \n  \n  \nThe Dragon's body was about thirty foot long  \n  \nand his tail equally so. His body was glistening  \n  \nwith tiny red scales and somewhat resembled a  \n  \nman, but a powerful one with tail and wings, and  \n  \nhis beastly head had huge, huge scales and  \n  \nhorns.  \n  \n  \n  \nThe Dragon thudded down on the grass, it's  \n  \nreptilian feet sinking nearly a foot in the soil by  \n  \nthe sheer weight they carried. Looming over them  \n  \nit stood twenty-five feet tall, its breathtakingly  \n  \nlarge wings spread out full and its bulging arms  \n  \nwith one-foot clawnails on its stubby fingers.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It raised its enormous head and roared a  \n  \nthundering, groundshaking roar that echoed for  \n  \nmiles through the forest.  \n  \nThe Orcs found peace with their fate and let their  \n  \nbodies go limp, overcome by the calm of imminent  \n  \ndeath. This was it. Their thick Orc blood would  \n  \nsoon splatter the ground and all over the Orcs left  \n  \nhanging for the next bite. They would get eaten  \n  \none by one and that would be the end of things.  \n  \n  \n  \nThe enormous Dragon plunged it's head down  \n  \nand started sniffing the scent of the halfnaked  \n  \nOrcs strung up there for him. The Orcs could not  \n  \nhelp but have their nipples harden by the searing  \n  \nhot Dragonbreath that stroked their sweating  \n  \nbodies. The Dragon growled a booming growl that  \n  \nshook the Orcs. The Dragon brought his pointy  \n  \nhead up close and sniffed strongly, his snout  \n  \nnearly touching the yellow linen breeches of the  \n  \nOrc of Ogac.  \n  \n'No bite Orc there!' The Ogac squeeked quite  \n  \nunmanly, terrified by this sudden interest for his  \n  \ntightly wrapped Orchood.  \n  \n  \n  \nSuddenly the Dragon raised his head into the air  \n  \nand roared deafeningly loud. He grabbed the two  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; bundles of Orcs off of the poles and clutched  \n  \nthem in his huge reptilian hands. Then he  \n  \ncrouched down, jumped up and beating his huge  \n  \nwings he flew off with his prey.  \n  \n  \n  \nThe Orcs screamed and screamed as they  \n  \ndangled two hundred feet into the air, soaring  \n  \nover the treetops with breathtaking speed. They  \n  \nwere so vulnerable, tied up into two bundles like  \n  \nthat. As the wind blew past them they could see  \n  \nthe forest below shooting by as they rapidly flew  \n  \nfrom their birthgrounds. The bodies of the six Orc  \n  \ntribesman thudded into one another by the wind's  \n  \nforce. Suddenly the Dragon opened his wings  \n  \nwide and soared over Kingfisher lake. Once over  \n  \nKingfisher lake a stretch of grassland was  \n  \npassed, and then they arrived at Thunder Hill,  \n  \nwhere the huge dragon had its lair. He swooped  \n  \ndown and rammed his feet into the ground,  \n  \nsending a huge shock through the Orcs he  \n  \ncarried. He almost gently dropped them on the  \n  \nground, raised his head in another earpiercing  \n  \nroar and flew off to his lair halfway up  \n  \nThunder Hill. The Orcs just lay there  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; out of breath, pumping air and trying to regain  \n  \nthemselves.  \n  \n  \n  \n'Well, well, well... Looks like the greenboar have  \n  \narrived!' a sharp voice sneered. They hastily  \n  \nlooked up and saw four Dwarves walking up to  \n  \nthem. They wore black fur breeches and vests  \n  \nand leather sandals. More worrisome was the  \n  \nfour Dwarves each had big scourges under their  \n  \nbelts, long knobbed handles with broad strips of  \n  \nthick leather dangling from them. 'Kneel!' the  \n  \nDwarf commanded in ancient Orx, and they  \n  \nclumsily complied as quick as they could, sitting  \n  \nup on their knees in two rows of three, wrists tied  \n  \nto their necks. The Dwarf who'd spoken before  \n  \nyanked his scourge from under his belt , walked  \n  \nup to them and looked them over.  \n  \n  \n  \n'Niiice colors!' he grinned and looked at the tribal  \n  \npaints on the Orcs chests. He walked up to the  \n  \nbiggest one and pointed the knobbed end of his  \n  \nscourgehandle at his face.  \n  \n'NAME!'  \n  \n'Me.. me be Orc Okratan...' The Dwarf nearly  \n  \nexploded.  \n  \n'That's not your name! NAME!!'  \n  \n'Me be Orc Okratan!' all the anxieties of the last  \n  \ndays had taken their toll and the big Orc burst out  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; crying. The Dwarf jabbed the knobbed  \n  \nscourgehandle into his mouth and screamed:  \n  \n'Okratan is dead! Stone-cold dead! From now on  \n  \nyour name is GURK! Now what's your name?!'  \n  \nhe popped the scourgehandle out of the sobbing  \n  \nOrc's mouth , who screamed:  \n  \n'Me be GURK! Me be GURK now!!' the Dwarf  \n  \nstepped back and made a wide gesture.  \n  \n'You're all gurks now! You're the gurks of the  \n  \nDragonlord and this day we'll teach you how to  \n  \nbe good little gurkies!' The six Orcs  \n  \nsimultaneously sighed and another Dwarf smiled:  \n  \n'You gurks thought you'd get eaten!' the Orcs  \n  \nnodded, quite relieved. The first Dwarf spoke  \n  \nagain, his words now being a lot less harsh than  \n  \nthey were.  \n  \n'You gurks can count on not being killed, no need  \n  \nto fear death: you're quite safe!' The Orcs smiled  \n  \nbut suddenly the Dwarf harshed up again.  \n  \n'The gurks'll get tied, whipped and worked like the  \n  \nbeasts they are, but death is not among our  \n  \nintentions. Your Master from this day on is the  \n  \nmighty Dragonlord and we'll make sure you'll  \n  \nfulfill his every need!'  \n  \n'This Dragon be -ungl!-' the Oharac got the  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; scourgehandle jabbed up his mouth.  \n  \n'Gurks start out with 'Master'. That you're seven  \n  \nfeet tall does not mean we can't -or won't- whip  \n  \nrespect into your green gurk rump!' He pulled out  \n  \nthe handle with a wet pop,  \n  \n'Well?'  \n  \n  \n  \n'Master Dwarf.. Big Dragon not go and eat us?'  \n  \n'To you it's DragonLORD and you'd better make  \n  \nhim not eat you! We Dwarves serve him but the  \n  \nsix of you are just gurks so there are no  \n  \nguarantees, never!' the Orcs gulped.  \n  \n'Now on this first day you won't get worked but  \n  \nwe'll teach you obedience instead. Got that?' the  \n  \nOrcs nodded.  \n  \n'We'll teach you to be good little gurks for your  \n  \nDragonlord and we'll have a little fun with your  \n  \nsorry green rumps too! Are your breeches nice  \n  \nand tight?' Six Orc nods.  \n  \n'You! Yours seems -especially- tight! I was  \n  \ntalking about teaching you sorry gurks obedience  \n  \nand suddenly it's nothing but throbs in your  \n  \nyellows! What's that about?'  \n  \n'Me.. me be sorry Orc, Master..' The Dwarf let  \n  \nhis scourge swoosh.  \n  \n'Gurk! Me be sorry gurk!' The poor Ogac s  \n  \nhrieked in fear;  \n  \n'You're sorry indeed, but I like your eagerness.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I'd say you'll make a fine gurkie by the end of the  \n  \nday..' The Dwarf slipped out of his simple sandal  \n  \nand rubbed his foot over the throbbing linen.  \n  \n'You're quite a big gurkie too!' he praised with  \n  \nsudden kindness and the Ogac grinned shyly.  \n  \n  \n  \n'First let's get aquainted. Orcs like sniffing each  \n  \nother when they meet so you gurks may sniff our  \n  \nfeet to get to know us.' How humiliating! Sniffing  \n  \nup an Orc was good manners indeed, but being  \n  \nall tied up and sniffing feet was quite something  \n  \nelse. The youngest Orc burst out in tears. The  \n  \nlead Dwarf walked to him, put the big Orc head to  \n  \nhis chest and rubbed his back in comfort.  \n  \n  \n  \n'Eeeeasy there gurkie! You're safe with us,  \n  \nthere's no need for big gurk tears now.. You get  \n  \nto be gurkies of the mighty Dragonlord and if you  \n  \nserve him well you bring honor to your tribe.  \n  \nThere: that's better!' The Dwarf stepped back  \n  \nand announced:  \n  \n'Your tribes have chosen the six of you to serve  \n  \nthe Dragonlord. The better a gurk you are, the  \n  \nmore honor will befall your tribe. To serve your  \n  \nDragonlord is to serve your very tribe itself. The  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; gurkies will bow down now and sniff our feet.'  \n  \nOne by one the Orcs obeyed and started sniffing  \n  \nthe scent of their masters, hesitantly at first but  \n  \nthen their Orcish instinctive curiosity for body  \n  \nodors took over and they greedily sniffed up  \n  \nthese alien scents. None of them dared to stop  \n  \nunless told to and so they sniffed on and on for  \n  \nseveral minutes.  \n  \n'Allright: sit up!' The Orcs sat up on their knees  \n  \nagain and awaited further instructions.  \n  \n  \n  \n'You: promise us and yourself that you'll serve  \n  \nthe Dragonlord and us for all you're worth and  \n  \nswear on your Orcish Pride you'll be our humble  \n  \nand loyal gurk... Go on!' This was serious: an  \n  \noath sworn on Orcish Pride was as binding as the  \n  \nstrongest shackles, and these oaths could not be  \n  \nforsaken like humans often do. The Orc closed  \n  \nhis eyes and let his head hang low in defeat. The  \n  \nDwarf let his finger coarse on the lines of his tribal  \n  \npaint.  \n  \n'Warrior of Ocilacac, don't fear. You'll get a good  \n  \nchance at freedom when you've proven to be a  \n  \nfine gurk so the winters won't come and go for  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; you here. Swear your oath now.'  \n  \nThe Ocilacac yielded.  \n  \n'Me Okraturik of tribe of Ocilacac swear on Tribe,  \n  \nPride and Life me will go and be.. good gurk to  \n  \nDragonlord and the Dwarfs that be my Masters  \n  \nnow. This be sworn.' The Dwarf kneaded the  \n  \nmuscles of his shoulder and nodded in approval.  \n  \n'Cut this gurkie loose.' One of the Dwarves  \n  \npulled a knife and cut the thick rope that was tied  \n  \naround the Orc's neck. The Orc held out his  \n  \narms and his wrists were freed too. Then the  \n  \nDwarf got behind him and cut the rope around  \n  \nhis ankles and wound it off of the Orc's legs.  \n  \n'Orc of the Tribe of Ogaclac: You're next...'  \n  \n  \n  \nMinutes later the Orcs all sat on their knees,  \n  \nfreed of the ropes but now bound by their oaths.  \n  \n'Good: you now truly are the gurks of the  \n  \nDragonlord. Bring forth the gurkchain!' One of  \n  \nthe Dwarves had a long chain and walked up to  \n  \nthe Orc on the left. He opened a small steel  \n  \nshackle and shut it around the Ocilacac's  \n  \nsnoutring. He then let the black steel chain slide  \n  \nthrough his fingers and shackled the Ogaclac's  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; snoutring to it. He then went on shackling the  \n  \nsnoutrings of the Oharac, the Ozacac, the Ogac  \n  \nand the Oclac warriors. The six Orc tribesmen  \n  \nsat there, kneeling neatly in a row with their  \n  \nsnoutrings shackled to a black round-linked chain.  \n  \n  \n  \n'Now there's six good gurkies! Follow us on  \n  \nall fours, we'll show you your new home!' The  \n  \nOrcs crawled after the Dwarves, the gurkchain  \n  \nswinging between their snouts, following them to  \n  \na hole in the mountain closed off with a door of  \n  \nsteel bars. The lead Dwarf swung the door open.  \n  \n'This one'll be locked at night to keep the gurks  \n  \nin and the bears out. If you've been a bad gurk  \n  \nwe'll tie you to it and whip your rump real good...'  \n  \nThe Dwarf cheerfully commented and the Orcs  \n  \nfollowed them into the small cave. Next the  \n  \nentrance was closed off by a hide. The Orcs at  \n  \nfirst thought it was to keep the cold out, but when  \n  \nthe Dwarf opened it they decided it was meant to  \n  \nkeep the stink in. Their sensitive snouts picked  \n  \nup all sorts of smells signaling Orcs had been  \n  \nkept locked up here for a long time. It was a  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; strong Orc smell, quite offensive for most but the  \n  \nOrcs felt comforted by it as they smelled all sorts  \n  \nof Orc body odors, but the smell of blood was not  \n  \namong them, nor did the stench carry the odor of  \n  \nmortal fear, odors any Orc could distinguish.  \n  \n  \n  \n'In!' They followed and entered a small chamber  \n  \nhacked out of the solid stone of Thunder  \n  \nHill and filled up with a thick layer of stinky, moist  \n  \nsand. In the middle of their new home burned a  \n  \nsmall fire with a hole in the rock ceiling above it.  \n  \nTo the left lay a big pile of old ragged hides  \n  \nspreading a strong Orc smell, to the right lay a  \n  \nbig tree trunk, likely meant for them to sit on.  \n  \nOn the walls hung six pairs of orcsized shackles  \n  \nand a collection of straps and other tools of  \n  \npunishment likely to be used on them should  \n  \nthey be disobedient. In the wall facing them a  \n  \nsmall hole was hacked out -about four foot high,  \n  \nwide and deep- and closed off with a steel bar  \n  \ndoor. The Orcs fell silent intimidated by this small  \n  \nfilthy cave that was to become their home and  \n  \nthe fear-inspiring stuff inside of it.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n'Like your new home, gurks? First rule is nothing  \n  \nnew comes in and nothing old goes out. There'll  \n  \nbe no new hides, no fancy woodcarving or  \n  \nwhatever you used to do: you're gurks now.  \n  \nFancy new ideas get to play with the stuff hanging  \n  \nthere and get locked in the gurkcage there. Fire.  \n  \nSince it's your first night here and we're really too  \n  \nkind, you've got a fire here. Fire has to be earned  \n  \nin the day to be had at night. Good gurks get fire  \n  \nand bad gurks get.. other things. No fire means  \n  \nno warmth, no light and raw grub. We supply the  \n  \nfire, but you'd better have some firewood to burn.  \n  \nYou'll be serving us all day and that means we'll  \n  \nwork you hard, you'll serve the Dragonlord in the  \n  \nevenings so consider this your home because it's  \n  \nthe only place you'll have to come to breath and  \n  \nsweat off your exhaustion. Oh, right:  \n  \ncavewall-drawings get licked off. Am I clear?'  \n  \nThe Orcs nodded, making the gurkchain swing  \n  \nbetween their snoutrings. Sweat off their  \n  \nexhaustion.. They could readily smell a lot of  \n  \nOrcs had been doing that here!  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; 'And now we'll show you the fields we'll work  \n  \nyou on.. You'll get some practice crawling around  \n  \nand you lazy gurks get to sweat for us too!'  \n  \n  \n  \nAnd so the Orcs were shown the fields and  \n  \nsurroundings, all the while crawling on all fours  \n  \nas hastily as the Dwarves could make them.  \n  \nAfterwards they were led back to their small cave  \n  \nand three of the four Dwarves left.  \n  \n  \n  \nThe six gurkchained Orcs thudded down on the  \n  \npile of hides, heavily panting and profusely  \n  \nsweating by the strain of all that crawling under  \n  \nthe surprisingly hot afternoon sun. So there they  \n  \nlay, adding their sweats and odors to that of the  \n  \nOrcs that had lived in the cave before them.  \n  \n'Goood gurkies: very nice crawling for your first  \n  \nday, we're all very pleased with you..' The Dwarf  \n  \nsoothingly said and let the huge green Orcs  \n  \ncome to breath.  \n  \n'We'll work you hard but don't worry: we're not  \n  \nmonsters or anything. You're the gurks of the  \n  \nDragonlord so we'll take good care of you. Being  \n  \na gurkmaster carries big responsibilities.' This  \n  \nDwarf obviously was the friendlier one of the  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; four.  \n  \n'Master..?'  \n  \n'Go on..'  \n  \n'Master Dragonlord be ferocious beast? If we be  \n  \nbad gurks, he go eat us?' The Dwarf smiled,  \n  \n'You ought to get some on that bulging rump of  \n  \nyours for calling the Dragonlord a beast but no, I  \n  \nreally don't think he'll eat you. We'll get really  \n  \ntough on you but you gurks can rest assured: We  \n  \nwon't treat you any different than another Orc  \n  \ntribe would treat a gurk captive.' The Orcs were  \n  \ndelighted to hear they were not likely going to get  \n  \nmauled or abused beyond Orc standards. This  \n  \nwas going to get rough and hard, but they felt  \n  \nconfident their Tribal Chieftains had not sacrificed  \n  \nthem to be killed. But that huge Dragon monster  \n  \nfilled them with fear. Dwarves with whips were  \n  \none thing but a ferocious thirty foot dragon was  \n  \nquite another.  \n  \n'First day's always the hardest...' The Dwarf  \n  \nvolunteered,  \n  \n'You're made a gurk and it's all new to you but  \n  \nyou'll learn to trust us as the weeks pass and  \n  \nperhaps we might even get along a bit, er...  \n  \nspeaking from Master to gurk, that is! I'll leave  \n  \nyou now \u0026 we'll fetch you this evening to offer  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; you to our Dragonlord. Talk some Orcstuff..'  \n  \nThe Dwarf shoved the thick firewood logs closer  \n  \ntogether and left. They heard the steel door  \n  \nbang shut and being locked with two hard clangs.  \n  \n  \n  \n'Me thinks it not all bad...'  \n  \n'Me guesses we could be dragonshit by now so  \n  \ncomparing that nothing be bad..'  \n  \n'We be getting worked hard by Dwarves and have  \n  \nto go work hard for monster. That do beat getting  \n  \neaten. Me big scared of winglizard. Dwarves go  \n  \ntalk all harsh and like making Orcs sweat, but  \n  \nthey not hit with whips yet so me thinks they be  \n  \nsafe. But winglizards me not know of. Dwarfs say  \n  \nbeast not go eat us but they not can stop monster  \n  \nif beast wants go grub us..' The youngest Orc  \n  \nstarted sobbing again and the Orcs at his sides  \n  \nhugged him with their bodies.  \n  \n'You not go cry now. Me been gurk of Oclac tribe  \n  \nand that not all bad. Dwarfs not real mean me  \n  \nthinks. They be harsh on Orc but me likes it so  \n  \nfar.'  \n  \n'Me likes too.' The Ocilacac added and the  \n  \nothers made sounds of agreement.  \n  \n'You no worry: you be weakest so we go protect  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; you.' This proved comforting.  \n  \n  \n  \nCLANG-CLANG! The lock was opened and the  \n  \nsteel bar door creaked open. The four Dwarves  \n  \nbarged in and the lead Dwarf looked them over.  \n  \n'I see the green gurks have rested and dried up.  \n  \nNow that's just fine because you'll get to serve the  \n  \nMaster now. On-your-feet!!' The Orcs got up as  \n  \nquickly as the gurkchain permitted. The lead  \n  \nDwarf inspected them and rubbed the knob on  \n  \nthe handle of his scourge under the Oharac's  \n  \nballs in his yellow breeches.  \n  \n'Niiice and tight! Gurks: Follow!' The Orcs  \n  \nfollowed the lead Dwarf and the other three made  \n  \nsure the Orcs did not try to flee. They left the  \n  \nsmelly Orc cave and walked the path leading to  \n  \nthe Dragon's lair halfway up Thunder Hill. They  \n  \nentered the huge cave and into a big hall where  \n  \nthe Dragon lay waiting for them. The enormous  \n  \ncreature lay flat on his stomach, his big pointed  \n  \nhead resting on his forearm as if he were basking  \n  \nin the sun. His big wings lay spread out over the  \n  \ngranite floor and his enormous muscular legs lay  \n  \nspread-out on the stone with his big tail draped o  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; ver one of them. Torches lit this hall and it could  \n  \nreadily be seen the caves stretched much further  \n  \nthan this hall alone. The Dragon lay behind a  \n  \nsquare black mat that had fifteen foot sides and  \n  \nwas a foot thick, and piercingly gazed at them  \n  \nwith his reptilian eyes. The Orcs were filled to the  \n  \nbrim with fear: the monster was far bigger and  \n  \nmenacing now they got to really see it, his head  \n  \ncovered with all sorts of white horns, his fiery red  \n  \nscales glistening in the torchlight.  \n  \n  \n  \nThe friendlier Dwarf undid their gurkchain and  \n  \nsternly ordered:  \n  \n'Row up on that mat for your Dragonlord! Kneel  \n  \ndown, knees wide!' What could they do?  \n  \nThey got on the mat. It was surprisingly soft and  \n  \nsmooth under their bare green feet, being made  \n  \nof treesap-leather it was soon warm to the touch  \n  \nand had a skinlike feel. The Orcs sniffed the  \n  \nscents of the cave and what they smelled startled  \n  \nthem. They smelled the big Dragon most of all, a  \n  \nsweet smell that was actually quite pleasing. But  \n  \nthey also smelled many Orcs had been here,  \n  \nand it was clear as a mountain spring they had  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; been very, very aroused. The Orcs knelt down  \n  \nas ordered, facing the Dragon whose reptilian  \n  \neyes looked them over. The Dragon took in a lot  \n  \nof air and the Orcs feared being burned to a  \n  \ncrisp with firebreath.  \n  \n  \n  \n'So these would be my new gurks.. Quite a  \n  \nfinelooking bunch...' The Orcs gasped for air in  \n  \nshock, for it was the Dragon who had spoken. It  \n  \nwas a strong, thundering voice, yet it was  \n  \npleasingly friendly, entirely conflicting his  \n  \nferocious looks.  \n  \n'Nice gurks, your Chieftains have chosen you  \n  \nwell.' The Dragon gazed at each and every one  \n  \nof them, clearly enjoying the sight of their  \n  \nhalfnaked bodies. He started sniffing slowly.  \n  \n'Mmmmmm..' he thundered,  \n  \n'Fresh Orcmeat that's been sweating.. I guess  \n  \nyou'll sweat some more this night! Nice green  \n  \nbodies, fine fine meat... Up on your feet gurks,  \n  \nstep up and let me look at you...' The Dragon's  \n  \nvoice was so friendly! He was in total control and  \n  \nreally liked seeing their bodies. The Orcs  \n  \ncomplied and the Dragon sniffed their scent.  \n  \n'Mmmm, all of you smell quite tasty..' somehow  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; all of them understood the Dragon didn't refer to  \n  \neating them at all but rather had a particular  \n  \nliking of Orcs. The Dragon clearly got a little  \n  \naroused they could see by the way he looked at  \n  \nthem and his breath seemed to quicken  \n  \nsomewhat.  \n  \n'Go on my gurks, show off your tasty Orc bodies  \n  \nto me..' The Orcs were surprised at this sudden  \n  \ninterest being paid to them. They nervously  \n  \nlooked around.  \n  \n'Come on now, don't be shy! My gurks will show  \n  \noff their greens to me now..' Surprisingly it was  \n  \nthe youngest one who stepped forward and  \n  \nstarted rhythmically tensing his muscles as if  \n  \ndancing to unheard music, turning around in  \n  \ncircles and showing his agility.  \n  \n'Mmmm.. that's the spirit! You're a fine-looking  \n  \ngurk and you know how to please! It's obviously  \n  \nthe tribe of Ogac that's got the most courage!'  \n  \nThis teasing provocation hit the spot and soon all  \n  \nsix of them showed off their bodies to the thirty  \n  \nfoot creature who most obviously was enjoying  \n  \nthis.  \n  \n  \n  \nIn some mysterious way it proved to be arousing  \n  \nto the Oharac too, and it showed.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; 'Look at that! Something green's fighting that  \n  \ncloth! Look at it's pushing and throbbing! That  \n  \nOrctail wants out, I can tell!' The Oharac blushed  \n  \na dark green.  \n  \n'Don't be modest now! Be proud of that Orctail!  \n  \nGo on: give it a good rubbing. I just know you'd  \n  \nlike that!' The big Dragon started excitedly  \n  \nslapping his big tail from side to side as he saw  \n  \nwhat was going on in front of his eyes.  \n  \n'Now look at the six of you! My six green gurks  \n  \nare coming alive between their legs! Look at that  \n  \nthrobbing, look at the size of those! They want  \n  \nout: I can see they want out!' Orcs aren't exactly  \n  \nknown for their sexual inhibitions, so without  \n  \nbeing urged on they started rubbing their  \n  \nbreeches and shamelessly panted aloud doing it.  \n  \nThe huge creature clearly delighted in them and  \n  \neach of the Orcs decided all of this was quite  \n  \nbizarre, yet highly arousing.  \n  \n'Look at me green gurks, look at me while you're  \n  \nrubbing it!' They were taking peeks at the Dragon  \n  \nanyway, so being allowed to look was all  \n  \nencouragement they needed. Soon the Orcslime  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; of their yearning made sticky dark spots in their  \n  \nyellow breeches, but they did not mind, absorbed  \n  \ninto this unworldly yet highly arousing game.  \n  \nThey started sweating too as the Lusts mounted,  \n  \nas they stood there rubbing up their Orctails for  \n  \nthe Dragon.  \n  \n'Stop it!' The aroused Dragon gently hissed, but  \n  \nsome were too hot to hear.  \n  \n'I said stop it!' The Dragon mocked to threaten  \n  \nthem, and they stopped, panting and sweating.  \n  \nThe Dragon got closer and sniff-inspected their  \n  \nslime-stained breeches.  \n  \n'Now look at you eager gurkies! Getting your  \n  \nbreeches all wet and sticky like that.. Go on: take  \n  \nthem off!' the aroused Orcs hesitated.  \n  \n'Don't be shy! Show me what's between the legs  \n  \nof the Oharac, the Ogac, the Oclac, Ocilaclac,  \n  \nOzacac and the Ogaclac tribesmen! You're mine,  \n  \nevery bit of your green gurk bodies is mine so tug  \n  \nthose shuttingcords and show me what you've  \n  \nbeen hiding!' More hesitation.  \n  \n'If you can't take them off my Dwarves will  \n  \nhappily assist..' The Dragon cheerfully  \n  \nvolunteered and a quick glance showed the  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; heated-up Dwarves indeed would most gladly  \n  \nhelp them out of those tight breeches.  \n  \n  \n  \nSomething must have happened since it was the  \n  \nyoungest of them, the warrior of Ogac, was the  \n  \nfirst one to tug his shuttingcord and pull down his  \n  \ntorturing-tight breeches. The friendlier Dwarf  \n  \nwalked up on the mat and took the  \n  \nOrcslime-soaked linen from him.  \n  \n'Aaaaah, look at that, look at that! A nice and stiff  \n  \nOrctail glistening in juices.. Step up to me and let  \n  \nme see it up close!' The Ogac complied and the  \n  \nDragon sniffed and nudged the firm Orctail with  \n  \nhis snout leaving a slimy streak on his bright red  \n  \nscales.  \n  \n  \n  \n'Fuck that me has bigger!' a heated Ocilacac  \n  \ngrowled and stripped off his breeches too, which  \n  \nthe Dwarf took from him also.  \n  \n'These are two brave, brave gurkies!' The  \n  \nDragon praised whipping his tail. The other Orcs  \n  \nsaw this was good and fine and soon the Dwarf  \n  \nleft the mat with six slime-stained yellow Orc  \n  \nbreeches.  \n  \n'Look at the six of you eager little gurkies! Six  \n  \nbig hard Orctails standing to attention! Well: your  \n  \nDragonlord has something to show you too!'  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The Dragon got up and sat down at a corner of  \n  \nthe mat, lining two sides of it with his muscular  \n  \nDragon legs. Between them hung a pouch with  \n  \ntwo melon-sized Dragonballs and above that an  \n  \nenormous reptilian battering-ram five foot in  \n  \nlength and almost a foot across. The Orcs  \n  \ngasped for air. Oh, they had all played  \n  \nnudiewrestle with Orc giants, but this treetrunk  \n  \nwas simply beyond anything they had ever  \n  \nremotely conceived. They fell to their knees in  \n  \nlustful awe, unable to take their eyes of the fiery  \n  \nred monster. The Dragon laughed a thundering  \n  \nlaugh that shook them.  \n  \n'Now you gurkies come and sniff THAT!'  \n  \n'It be so big!' the Ozacac gasped, but was not  \n  \ncorrected for his lack of respect.  \n  \n'Come sniff it and feel how hard it is!' Ofcourse it  \n  \nwas the Ogac who seemed beyond fear now.  \n  \nOn his knees he crawled up to the Dragon and  \n  \nslowly licked his lust-swollen lips.  \n  \n'Me.. Me may go touch Dragonlord?'  \n  \n'I insist!' The Ogac lay his hands on the big head  \n  \nand immediately a hard jet of slime splattered his  \n  \nface and chest and slowly started dripping off of  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; him.  \n  \n'How's that for a bath!' the Dragon lustfully joked,  \n  \nthe Ogac licked it off his lips and tasted.  \n  \n'Mmm.. It smell good and taste good too.  \n  \nMe glad me allowed!'  \n  \n'Oh you're allowed all right! I intend to  \n  \ngive you all a facefull and THIS gurk's next!'  \n  \nThe Dragonlord grabbed the Oharac by his waist  \n  \nand held him just in front of his huge spouting slit.  \n  \nThe Oharac could not help but lick it and got  \n  \nsmacked with thick Dragonslime too. The other  \n  \nfour now crowded eachother to get splattered too,  \n  \nand soon they were covered in the slippery goo  \n  \nthat had a highly arousing smell and taste to it.  \n  \n  \n  \n'My dear slickened-up gurkies: Whenever I want  \n  \nand for every single night you will get to be my  \n  \nplaythings. On the hundred' day you shall be  \n  \nreleased to freedom but up until that time your  \n  \nsole purpose shall be to satisfy my lusts. On the  \n  \nhundred' day you shall be clad once more but all  \n  \ndays and nights my gurkies shall wear a  \n  \nsnoutring but nothing to cover their bodies. Is that  \n  \nunderstood?' The Orcs nodded eagerly, blinded  \n  \nby their arousal. They would be kept nude like  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; the animals, but would get to please this lewd  \n  \nDragon for a hundred days on end. They had  \n  \nexpected to die, but were cast into Orc Heaven  \n  \nfor a hundred days alive and well!  \n  \n  \n  \n'I will now see you gurkies sniffing each other..'  \n  \nThe Orcs turned to each other and started  \n  \nsniffing their slickened green bodies and touching,  \n  \nfondling, hugging...  \n  \n'My gurkies will now play together like the Orcs  \n  \nthey are. Touch. Feel. Taste each other and give  \n  \npleasure. I will see you wet this mat with your  \n  \njuices: that's an order!'  \n  \n  \n  \nThe Orcs needed no further enticements and  \n  \ncrawled together in a cuddling-pile of rubbing,  \n  \nhugging, moaning Orcs increasingly absorbed  \n  \ninto their sexual play under the watchful eyes of  \n  \ntheir four Dwarf masters and their Dragonlord  \n  \nwho fondled his Dragonhood and splattered his  \n  \nslimes over the green pile of squirming Orc  \n  \nbodies, delighting in wetting every single Orc.  \n  \n  \n  \nThe Ozacac found what he looked for, grabbed  \n  \nhold of the swollen Orcpouch and started  \n  \nslurping the big Orctail that shot its slimes into  \n  \nhis mouth. He felt fingers probing between his  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; buttocks knowing an Orcspear would soon follow,  \n  \nhis fingers found a stiffened nipple he started  \n  \nfondling. Moans and panting was all around, as  \n  \nwas the sweating and the slick juices of Orc and  \n  \nDragon alike, the latter making it into the slickest  \n  \nOrc Orgy each of them ever had been in. The  \n  \nOclac got his pouch sucked and felt hot breath on  \n  \nhis stiff spear as his rump was split by a big  \n  \nOrctail that relentlessly pushed inward while he  \n  \nlicked the sole of an Orc foot his tongue could  \n  \nreach and was hugging someone green nearby.  \n  \nThe Ocilacac was under vicious tugging attack  \n  \nwhich roughly shook his pouch, but could not  \n  \nhelp it as two strong smooth thighs clutched his  \n  \nhead so he just licked the pouch and Orctail until  \n  \nhis captor had to release him.  \n  \n  \n  \nThe Dragonlord got seated on his knees and  \n  \ntowered high above the moaning pile of  \n  \nlustful Orcs, tugging his Dragonhood and  \n  \nsplattering the Orcs below with his thick hot fluids.  \n  \nThe Orcs now slipped and slided in a puddle of  \n  \nslimes, being fully covered in it and writhing of  \n  \nlust on the slick treesap-leather of the soft mat.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The Dwarves hungrily absorbed this sight and  \n  \nwere glad their apprentice-gurks were quick  \n  \nlearners. They could feel the heat of the steaming  \n  \nhot pile of moaning Orcs and shut their eyes in  \n  \ndelight whenever an Orcish roar signaled another  \n  \none of their gurks was spouting his seed.  \n  \nThe Dragonlord was beside himself with joy.  \n  \nThese were feisty gurks indeed!  \n  \n  \n  \nThe Oharac couldn't resist the licking anymore  \n  \nand roaring alout he shot his seed all over the  \n  \nOcilacac's face he held clutched between his  \n  \nthighs and who eagerly opened his mouth trying  \n  \nhs best to catch it. The Oclac got rump-rammed  \n  \nhard and then felt himself getting slickened on  \n  \nthe inside with Orc juices, which oozed out of  \n  \nhim when the big Orctail was pulled out. The  \n  \nyoung Ogac got beside himself with lust as his  \n  \ntail was suckled good and firm and giggled  \n  \nhysterically because some Orc had grabbed  \n  \nhold of his ankle and mercilessly licked the sole  \n  \nof his green foot, being very ticklish there just  \n  \nlike any Orc. He struggled frantically to escape  \n  \nthe torture, but just for the fun of being forced.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The Ozacac held the slickened Orcpouch tight  \n  \nand teasingly chewed on a stiff Orctail, the tips  \n  \nof his ears being squeezed hard by its owner just  \n  \nlike he liked it, while his stick-hard tail and  \n  \nswollen pouch were held tight by an Orc who  \n  \nhad his tongue inches deep between his buttocks  \n  \nand wriggled and squirmed there like a snake on  \n  \na hot rock. The Oharac had not let the Orc's  \n  \nhead escape from between his legs and it kept  \n  \non licking him. He tightened up and spouted his  \n  \nOrcseed again roaring uncontrollably, but a hard  \n  \njet of Dragonslime slapped into his face and  \n  \nwide-open mouth making him swallow while  \n  \nspouting his own.  \n  \n  \n  \nThe Dragonlord got intoxicated by watching the  \n  \nOrc orgy beneath him and his tugging mounted  \n  \nand mounted until he could contain it no longer.  \n  \nHe raised his head in a deafening roar which  \n  \nmade the Orcs stop and look and moan in delight  \n  \nas all of them were splattered with thick white  \n  \nDragonseed of intoxicating fragrance and taste,  \n  \nwhich kept on spouting and spouting until a  \n  \nbucket could be filled with it. Panting with his  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; whole body the Dragon looked down on his  \n  \nsoaking-wet green minions.  \n  \n'Go on!!' he panted,  \n  \n'Play, my green gurks, show me your Orc Lust!'  \n  \nGrowling and snarling the pile of Orcs tightened  \n  \nas they clutched each others bodies and tugged,  \n  \nlicked and pushed their tails mouth and rump  \n  \nalike. The Dragon came to breath somewhat, but  \n  \nsat there watching the hypnotizing sight of six  \n  \nOrcs enveloped in a rapturous orgy, their  \n  \nslickened bodies slipping and sliding over one  \n  \nanother in a huge puddle of slimes on the soft  \n  \nsapleather mat. A roar was roared, Orc seed  \n  \nspouted upwards, the Dragonlord caught it with  \n  \nhis hand and tasted the Orc's essence while his  \n  \nenormous reptilian battering-ram receded to a  \n  \nno less impressive half-hard 4 foot length he  \n  \nsqueezed the last juices out of.  \n  \n  \n  \nThe Dragonseed had made the Orcs slick as oil  \n  \non water and their bodies slided like eels in a  \n  \nbucket. Being covered in fragrant, salty  \n  \nDragonseed was a turnon beyond belief and they  \n  \ngot harder still as they orgied on.  \n  \n  \n  \nNow Orcs in lust can go on and on for hours,  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; spouting their seed five, six, seven times before  \n  \ntiring a bit, and so they did and their squirming,  \n  \nmoaning, panting and their roars of orgasm were  \n  \nquite something to behold. But finally even they  \n  \nreached satisfaction, and soon they just lay there  \n  \nwet with juices, panting and moaning their Orc  \n  \nbliss. The Dragonlord smiled and looked at his  \n  \nOrcish minions in full satisfaction.  \n  \n  \n  \n'You gurks go lie there for a while.. I'm very  \n  \npleased with you and you've been real Orcs for  \n  \nme. You fresh gurks are a feisty bunch, our  \n  \nhundred days will be real sweet for all of us!'  \n  \nHe patiently waited until his Orcs had regained  \n  \nthemselves, and then teasingly spoke:  \n  \n'Now just look at you gurks: being all slick and  \n  \nslimy and wetting the gurkmat like that! I will now  \n  \nsee you lick the mat and each other until it's all  \n  \nclean and proper. Go lap it up now my gurkies:  \n  \nthat's an order too!'  \n  \n  \n  \nThe tired Orcs got on all fours and set about their  \n  \ntasty task. For anyone not Orc this would've been  \n  \nquite a chore, but not so for these green gurks  \n  \nwho happily and eagerly complied and licked the  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; delicious juices, all the Orc sweat, slime and  \n  \nseed and above all pint after pint of the thick  \n  \nsalty Dragonslimes off of the mat and each other's  \n  \ngreen bodies.  \n  \n'Now look at them eagerly licking my goodie  \n  \nDragonsquirts, I can see you're liking it!'  \n  \nthe Dragon lustfully teased and was quite right  \n  \nfor licking the mat of their orgy and all that  \n  \ndelicious goo off of each other's bodies proved  \n  \nhighly arousing, making the six green tribesmen  \n  \nhalf-hard in their Orctails again. It took about half  \n  \nan hour for there were more juices to be lapped  \n  \nop than a bucket could contain but finally the  \n  \nOrcs were ready licking each other and neatly  \n  \nrowed up on hands and knees awaiting further  \n  \ninstruction.  \n  \nThe Dragon squeezed his now soft Dragonhood,  \n  \nshook his hand and smacked some slime on the  \n  \nmat.  \n  \n'You missed a spot!' He teased, and watched  \n  \nwith sparkshooting eyes how the Orcs crawled for  \n  \nit and fought to get to lick it up like they were  \n  \ndoggies thrown a bone.  \n  \nFinally the six Orcs sat up, their tummies filled  \n  \nwith all those delicious juices of Dragon and Orc.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The Dragon looked down on them and solemnly  \n  \npromised:  \n  \n'And this shall be the evening meal of my gurks  \n  \nfor every night of the hundred.' He fell silent and  \n  \nlistened to the Orcs panting of the pleasures they  \n  \nhad felt.  \n  \n  \n  \n'You've been fine, fine gurkies this first night.  \n  \nYou've shown me you're true Orcs and have  \n  \nbrought much honor to your tribes. I have seen  \n  \nthe six of you enjoyed this and you will remain so  \n  \nfor the next hundred days, for your Orc bodies  \n  \nare now gurks to my lust and you'll get fed and  \n  \ntaken care of in trade for your seed. Overseers:  \n  \ngurkchain them and bring them to their cave. You  \n  \nmay satisfy your lusts on them but spare them  \n  \nthe whip as they have pleased me much.  \n  \nThe Dragonlord of Thunder Hill has spoken.'  \n  \n  \n  \nOne of the Dwarves got on the mat that was still  \n  \nmoist with Orc saliva and joined their snoutrings  \n  \nto the gurkchain.  \n  \n'On your feet!' The satisfied Orcs complied, their  \n  \nbig Orctails half-hard with a sexual tension which  \n  \nendured beyond their satisfaction. They bowed  \n  \ndown for their Dragonlord in sincere gratitude and  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; then followed the Dwarf off of the mat. The  \n  \nfriendlier Dwarf shook the sticky-wet Orc  \n  \nbreeches in front of them.  \n  \n'Take a good look because you won't see them  \n  \nagain for a hundred days!' he cheerfully  \n  \nannounced and the six aroused Orcs, naked  \n  \nexcept for their snoutrings and the gurkchain,  \n  \nfollowed the Dwarves to the smelly cave which  \n  \nwas to become their home.  \n  \n  \n  \nThe lead Dwarf swung open the steel bar door.  \n  \n'In!' The Orcs got in and found the fire still  \n  \nsmoldering inside.  \n  \n'Kneel in front of the treetrunk!' the six chained  \n  \nOrcs complied.  \n  \n'Now bend down over it with your snouts on the  \n  \nground and your Orc rumps in the air!' The Orcs  \n  \nreluctantly complied. Had not the Dragonlord  \n  \nordered they should be spared the whip?  \n  \n'Arms on your backs, wrists together!' The Orcs  \n  \ncomplied and one of the Dwarves took six thick  \n  \nleather straps and buckled the wrists together of  \n  \neach of the six Orcs. Another of the Dwarves got  \n  \na kind of gurkchain with leather straps and shut  \n  \nthese snugly around their velvety Orc pouches,  \n  \ntrapping and tying together the green warriors  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; by their Orcballs.  \n  \nThere they were: Six Orc warriors of six Orc tribes,  \n  \nnakedly gurkchained together, arms behind their  \n  \nbacks laid over a treetrunk with a ballshackle that  \n  \nprevented them from getting up. All they could do  \n  \nwas lie there with their bare Orcrumps in the air.  \n  \n  \n  \n'You've been good gurks..' The lead Dwarf  \n  \npraised,  \n  \n'You've given us quite a sight and the Dragonlord  \n  \nwas very pleased with the six of you.' He smiled  \n  \nand they rowed up in front of them.  \n  \n'But Dragonlord said you're ours now and since  \n  \nyou've managed to please us too four of you are  \n  \nto be lucky gurks and will get a nice Dwarf  \n  \nrumping! Men: Pick yourselves a nice beefy  \n  \ngurkierump and pound away!' The Dwarves got  \n  \nbehind them and all the Orcs could do was hope  \n  \nthey'd get picked, as all of them were very willing  \n  \nto please their Dwarfmasters and get a poking  \n  \nfor it too! All Orc rumps were thoroughly  \n  \nkneaded, felt and otherwise inspected, and it  \n  \nturned out to be the Ogaclac and the Ocilacac  \n  \nwho merely got to listen to their friends panting  \n  \nand moaning intermingled with those of their  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Dwarven captors. The Dwarves had gotten very  \n  \naroused that night, and the four lucky Orcs got  \n  \nquite a rumping for it. But finally the Dwarvish  \n  \nseed was liberated as the Dwarf Masters got  \n  \ntheir way with their fresh catch.  \n  \n'Consider the two of you to be next!'  \n  \nThe lead Dwarf sternly promised the Orcs left out.  \n  \n  \n  \n'You're promising gurks and I think you're quite  \n  \nthe catch. For this night we'll leave you bound  \n  \nand if any of us so desires he'll have your six  \n  \ngurk rumpies rowed up for him. Tomorrow you  \n  \nget to be gurks of burden as we'll go plowing the  \n  \nfields. I suggest you go and sleep for we'll work  \n  \nyou like you've never been worked before.  \n  \nWhips'll crack and gurks will sweat, but we'll  \n  \nkeep you fit for the Dragonlord as you're his.  \n  \nWelcome to Thunder Hill and a good night, fresh  \n  \ngurks!'  \n  \n  \n  \nThe Dwarves left, slammed the steel bar door  \n  \nshut and locked it with two sharp clangs.  \n  \nThen the silence of night came over them and  \n  \nfor some minutes they were quiet.  \n  \n  \n  \n'Now we truly be fucked good.' The Oclac  \n  \nconcluded once more and all agreed, but in quite  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; a different way as they did that morning.  \n  \n'Me not know who Orcs been fucking me but it  \n  \nbeen good and Dwarghs sure be good rumpers  \n  \ntoo. They not be bigtailed but they be knowing  \n  \nwhere Orc likes be poked!'  \n  \n'Me bit shame to say but me all hot on  \n  \nDragonlord!' the young Ogac hesitantly  \n  \nconfessed.  \n  \n'Anyone hand up who not be hot on Dragonlord!'  \n  \nthe Oharac hissed and all bound Orcs chuckled.  \n  \n'He sure be good looks and smell good and  \n  \nspouting yummy Dragonstuff!' six Orcs licked  \n  \ntheir lips recalling the spicy salt of the  \n  \nDragonslimes.  \n  \n'Oww!'  \n  \n'What be wrong?'  \n  \n'Me tried get up but that be tugging balls!  \n  \nWe be tied-up good!'  \n  \n'Why you want and get up?'  \n  \n'Me just want see if me tied-up good.  \n  \nUs lying here rump-up must be yummy sight!'  \n  \n'You not be satisfied?'  \n  \n'In Orctail me is, but me never gets satisfied in  \n  \neyes!'  \n  \n'Me be wanting go lick and rub and have tail of  \n  \nDragonlord all for me!'  \n  \n'Then that gets be big nudie-fight because me  \n  \ngo first!'  \n  \n'We all be getting turns hundred days in row...'  \n  \nThe Oclac sighed.  \n  \n'Me be tied up nudie like gurk, me been rumped  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; by Dwargh like gurk, me had go lick dragongoo  \n  \nlike gurk and had to go fucking for big Dragon.  \n  \nNow me really feel like gurk..'  \n  \n'You be sad on it?'  \n  \n'Sad? Me will no Orc tell but me loves being little  \n  \ngurk fuckbeast for Dragonlord!'  \n  \nThe Orcs chuckled, all of them intensely happy  \n  \nwith the fate that had befallen them on the day  \n  \nthat started out as one of the worst, but turned  \n  \nout to be one of the best days of their lives.  \n  \nThey softly wispered on, enjoying the humiliating  \n  \nway they were tied up and what was to be their  \n  \nfate now they'd become lusting-gurks for a giant,  \n  \nfriendly, exciting Dragon. One by one they  \n  \nyielded to the dreams of night and dreamed  \n  \narousing Orc dreams.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \nThe next day proved one of hard, hard work with  \n  \nsweating and whips snapping on their bare rumps.  \n  \nThey were worked hard, then fed again and  \n  \nrested, and the night proved more arousing than  \n  \nthe one before.  \n  \n  \n  \nDays came and went, they lusted and orgied and  \n  \nalthough they remained mere gurks they got  \n  \ncloser and closer to their Dragonlord and the  \n  \nstern but just Dwarves. Weeks yielded to months  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; and the six Orc gurks came to not want to be  \n  \nanywhere but at Thunder Hill where they got  \n  \nworked and fed and where all of their lusts and  \n  \ndesires were fulfilled to the utmost extreme.  \n  \n  \n  \nBut the hundred' day came as it inevitably would  \n  \nand the six green gurks were offered their  \n  \nfreedom. They all forsake it, choosing to remain  \n  \nwith the Dragonlord for as long as tradition  \n  \nwould allow, which was a year and one day.  \n  \nWhen that final day came there was a  \n  \nheartbreaking goodbye with sobbing and  \n  \nhugging and comforting. But such was tradition,  \n  \nand the six gurks of old had to yield to the  \n  \nsix gurks of new as it has been for  \n  \nhundreds of years. The Orcs returned to their  \n  \ntribes like all gurks before them, unnoticed as  \n  \nthe tribes were thousands strong. The bond  \n  \nforged between them was never broken, and  \n  \nhaving earned their places around the fires of  \n  \nthe Brothers of Sacrifice they were part of  \n  \nsustaining the peace and relations between the  \n  \ntribes, and bound by secrecy they never  \n  \nrevealed what was to be the faith of those  \n  \nsacrificed when spring came.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nThe six of them became healthy, happy Orcs  \n  \nand their stars shone brighter than ever before.  \n  \nBut whenever a falcon or vulture came flying in  \n  \nfrom afar, far enough as to not be clearly seen,  \n  \na warm tickle of longing coursed  \n  \nthrough their bellies taking them back  \n  \nto the times they were  \n  \nthe gurks of their Dragonlord of Thunder Hill.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n.  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n\n"}