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**Dedicated to Hellboy / Soto: Thank you for choosing For the Love of the Chieftain as the winner of your "Just a Raped Guy" writing contest. I am honored beyond words.**

For the Love of the Chieftain by: Zyxxs

The orc guard Gruuk stood tall at his post just on the outskirts of the Skullfist Clan Village, clutching his spear. He enjoyed the cool breeze rolling across the prairie, letting it wash over his large, hairy, slightly pudgy dark-green body. The big orc closed his eyes and took in a long, deep breath as he reached behind himself, sticking his free hand up into his leather loincloth to scratch his plump, shapely rear. Life was good...

...and it was about to get a whole lot better.

As Gruuk opened his eyes, he spotted a figure coming over the hill. It was a human male, fair-skinned, tall, and well-muscled, and not a single strand of hair on his body, save for his eyebrows and thin beard. The man was clad in nothing but a thong, which left little to the imagination. At first Gruuk raised his spear with a growl, taking a defensive stance -- but then he relaxed as he saw that the stranger was unarmed, the human's hands raised above his head as a sign of a peaceful visit.

Gruuk gave a low, throaty chuckle as he strode forth, getting right into the human's face, chest-bumping him. The hit would have surely knocked an average human flat on his back, but the strange man barely even flinched, standing his ground -- an act that Gruuk silently admired. The orc narrowed his beady yellow eyes, letting loose with an intimidating grunt.

The unnamed adventurer couldn't help but recoil a bit as the rancid breath of the big orc hit him in the face, "Good orc of the Skullfists," he began, "I come in peace." The human took two steps back, staring at the orc for a moment before asking, "You speak Common, correct?"

"Of course I speak Common!" Gruuk snapped, "What do you take me for, huh? Some uncivilized brute!?"

"Oh!" The human bit his lower lip sheepishly. The orc was startlingly articulate; the human made a conscious effort to hide his surprise, lest he further offend the orc, "I'm sorry. I was told that your tribe speaks Common, but I just had to be sure; my Orcish is very rusty, you see..."

"Yeah, yeah, get to the fucking point, human," Gruuk grunted, cutting the human off in mid-sentence, "The name's Gruuk, by the way."

"OK, Gruuk," the unnamed man took in a deep breath, "I need to see Chieftain Rontragg."

At first, Gruuk just stared at the stranger, as if the human had sprouted a second head -- and then a moment later the orc exploded into a fit of guttural laughter, doubling over.

"What, Gruuk?" The human asked with some irritation in his voice, "What's so funny?"

It took some time for the orc to compose himself enough to respond, "I have to say, you've got quite a pair on you," Gruuk wiped his eyes, "an outsider, a human, no less, just striding into our village and demanding to speak to our Chieftain," Gruuk's voice then became more serious, "Know your place, stranger; that may be how it works in your filthy human cities, but not here."

The human grimaced and lowered his bald head in apology, blushing a bit, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean any disrespect."

"Oh, what the fuck ever," Gruuk only grunted rudely, rolling his eyes, "What's your name anyway?"

The human sighed at the question, keeping his eyes downcast. Gruuk raised a quizzical eyebrow and waited for a few seconds, but the stranger didn't respond.

"No name, eh?" The orc snorted in annoyance, not at all in the mood to play games with the human, "I suppose you'll just have to be called 'Nameless' then."

The human only shrugged, "OK."

Throwing his spear to the side, Gruuk suddenly reached out and grabbed Nameless's wrists, jerking his arms up above his head. Nameless gasped as this happened, taken aback. He fruitlessly tried to recoil away from the orc a little, but other than that he didn't resist.

"If I'm going to take you to see our great Chieftain, human," Gruuk began, his mouth suddenly upturning into a devious grin, "then I must frisk you for any hidden weapons. Standard procedure, you know?"

Nameless swallowed hard, keeping his arms up as he felt the orc pat down his naked, hairless, muscled torso with rough, calloused green hands, being none too gentle, "Oh...OK, Gruuk...AHH!" Nameless cried out in surprise as Gruuk suddenly tweaked his nipples hard, pinching the sensitive flesh between his thick thumbs and index fingers, "Please. That...hurts..." Nameless breathed, his eyes beginning to water.

"Oh stop being such a baby," Gruuk only chuckled, releasing Nameless's now hard and aching nipples to slowly slide his hands down Nameless's sides.

"Gruuk...oohh..." The human moaned. As he had been half-expecting, this frisking had quickly turned into a sexual encounter; he had to admit, the orc was quite talented. Nameless felt the strong, green hands exploring up and down his chiseled frame.

"Very nice," Gruuk cooed, reveling in the feel of Nameless's impressive musculature beneath his palms, "I like."

"Th...Thank you," Nameless stuttered, not knowing what else to say.

Gruuk's hands then slid over Nameless's hips and met at his crotch. Nameless had long since pitched a tent in his thong, the sides of his throbbing shaft completely exposed as his erection pushed the fabric away from his body. The orc suddenly gripped Nameless's boner firmly, causing the human to moan like a whore.

"Well, well, well!" The orc's grin only widened, "Looks like you may have a concealed weapon after all!"

Before Nameless knew it, Gruuk had plunged both of his hands down into the human's thong, big fingers wrapping around his erection and giving it a firm squeeze. Nameless's eyes rolled back into his head as his hips thrusted forward instinctively. Already the front of his thong formed a wet and sticky spot of pre-cum.

"Quite impressive!" Gruuk sounded sincerely impressed as he suddenly brought his own body against Nameless's back.

Nameless moaned again, quivering, feeling the massive tent in Gruuk's loincloth grinding against his rear. He felt Gruuk start to work his manhood, the orc's hands stroking him firmly, squeezing his shaft at intervals. The human's face began to blush red as the orc stroked faster and faster. Soon, Nameless felt himself on the verge of climax -- and then it happened. Nameless felt a hot, gooey mess filling his thong as he ejaculated, some of it drooling out the sides of the skimpy fabric. The orc rhythmically squeezed the human's cock, coaxing out as much cum as he could. Eventually Nameless's cock softened back to its relaxed state, and the human could feel the warm cum-soaked fabric pressing tight against his genitals.

"By the gods, Gruuk..." Nameless breathed.

"Human slut," the orc only grinned wickedly, withdrawing his now cum-slimed hands. Gruuk then brought his hands up toward Nameless's head and gripped the human's cheeks, smearing the human's own cum across his face.

Nameless sighed at this crass act, bringing a hand up to wipe away the cum -- only to have it slapped back down by Gruuk. The human sucked in a breath through clenched teeth, reflexively shaking his hand rapidly at the sudden sting of the swat.

"Don't you dare touch a single drop of your slime, human!" The burly orc warned, licking the excess human cum off his fingers, "The Chieftain shall see you exactly as you are. Might I remind you that among us orcs, you are nothing but a shameless animal, unfit to even lick the dirt off our boots; show Chieftain Rontragg that you understand your place and maybe -- just maybe -- he'll grace you with his time."

Although he felt incredibly icky over it, Nameless begrudgingly obeyed, letting his face stay gooey with his own cum. Gruuk leaned over to retrieve his spear from the ground, and then seized the human by the wrist. Nameless was nearly jerked right off his feet as Gruuk dragged him away. The orc was walking at a very brisk pace; Nameless stumbled to keep up with him as they followed a road leading into the Skullfist Village.

The village was much, much more impressive than Nameless had been expecting; where he had envisioned primitive mud huts were well-constructed wooden longhouses; where he had imagined uneven dirt walkways just trampled out over the generations were modern day cobblestone roads. Now, the bards had sung tales of the Skullfists being more advanced than the average orc clan, but nothing could have prepared him for this -- if he didn't know any better, Nameless would have sworn he was visiting a quaint, secluded human town.

His wonderment at his surroundings actually made Nameless forget that he still had a face full of cum and a huge stain of the same stuff on the crotch of his thong -- that is, until the stares and snickering and mocking catcalls of passing orcs reminded him of those facts. Nameless's almost childlike amazement quickly turned into humiliation as he cringed, realizing that he was attracting quite the crowd; the sooner he was out of the public eye, the better. With that in mind, Nameless did double-time in his stride, pressing up against Gruuk's broad back, the human's body language urging Gruuk to walk even faster as well.

"What's the matter, Nameless?" Gruuk chuckled, "Don't be so shy; everyone can tell that you have no shame, so walking around with your face dripping with your own slimes is to be expected."

Nameless gripped Gruuk's shoulders tightly and cringed, attempting to hide himself behind the orc. Nameless felt a bit angry and insulted at the way he was being treated, but he quickly sucked it up, reminding himself that he was in orc territory and was lucky to have been invited in at all. Plus if their Chieftain really could help him with his problem as he had been told, all of this degradation will have been more than worth it.

After what seemed to Nameless like an eternity, he and Gruuk had arrived at the center of the village -- there stood an impressive octagonal structure, constructed of brick with a strong stone foundation. As they approached the massive front doors, the two very intimidating-looking guards, posted on either side, crossed their halberds, effectively blocking the entryway.

"Halt! Who goes there?" One of them growled menacingly, narrowing his eyes at Gruuk and Nameless.

"Bilge, Tac," Gruuk nodded to each guard in turn.

"Gruuk? Who's the pink skin?" Bilge demanded, "Explain yourself!"

"You heard him, Nameless!" Gruuk suddenly shoved Nameless forward, "Tell 'em why you're here!"

The two hulking orcs immediately grinned from ear to ear as they took notice of the human's face and crotch, both caked with drying cum. They started to chuckle as Nameless stuttered and blushed, trying to find the words.

Finally, Nameless took a deep breath to calm himself, collecting his thoughts, and then spoke, "Good orcs, I respectfully request to see your Chieftain."

At once there was a cacophony of orcish guffawing. Nameless couldn't help but shoot a look at Gruuk in particular as Gruuk joined in, quite annoyed at Gruuk's continual mockery of Nameless's request.

"That's quite a tall order, human!" Tac snorted.

"I know," Nameless sighed, "But please, I beseech you for his audience; I'm desperate."

"Desperate, eh?" Both of the guards said in unison.

Nameless swallowed hard, wary of the looks on the guards' faces -- it was the exact same look that he saw on Gruuk's face right before he had molested Nameless. Sure enough, a moment later the two guards set their halberds aside and approached Nameless. With Bilge on one side of him and Tac on the other, the two big orcs began to feel him up with strong, rough hands, lewdly rubbing and squeezing and exploring. Soon enough Gruuk had joined in, too, wrapping his arms around the human's midsection, gripping Nameless's cum-stained crotch. Nameless's heart was racing, his body responding in kind, being forced to pop a boner for the second time in his visit to Skullfist territory. The orcs were so rough, and yet so passionate.

As he became aware of Nameless's erection, Bilge leaned over and whispered into the human's ear, "I think we should 'negotiate' the terms of your visit somewhere more private -- see if you're worthy of an audience with Chieftain Rontragg."

Suddenly, Nameless felt himself being hauled off, Bilge and Tac gripping his arms with Gruuk pushing him from behind, the three orcs dragging him along like a rag doll. The group rounded the building and Nameless found himself being shoved into a guard tent that housed little more than a simple wooden table and a few chairs. The tent flap was closed behind the group, and all of a sudden Nameless felt something hot and slimy in his mouth -- once the shock wore off, he realized that Gruuk was savagely kissing him, the orc thrusting his tongue deep into the human's mouth. Orc tusks pressed against soft human lips.

Nameless moaned around the tongue in his mouth as the other two orcs went to work, squeezing the human's pecs, ass, and package. With the three orcs pressing in on him, Nameless was lost in a haze, overwhelmed by orcish musk. Deciding to make the most of his predicament, Nameless reached out and grabbed the crotches of Bilge and Tac as Gruuk continued to tongue the human's throat. The two guards Nameless had grabbed grunted in pleasure.

However, Gruuk suddenly pulled away from the human, and for a couple seconds their mouths were still connected by a long rope of thick saliva. A loud growl told Nameless that Gruuk was annoyed, but before Nameless could ask what was wrong, the human suddenly found himself manhandled across the tent. Gruuk seated himself upon a chair in the corner, and with his bestial strength the orc pulled Nameless's large, muscled frame across his lap.

"You dare touch your superiors without our permission, pink skin!?" Gruuk roared as he seized the back of Nameless's thong, yanking it down to the human's ankles.

Nameless shuddered as he felt a cool breeze wash over his bared behind, his balls and semi-hard penis pressing against Gruuk's thigh. He heard the other two orcs chuckling at the scene, and then Tac audibly smacked his lips.

"Just look at that ass," Tac leered.

"Well, what are we waiting for then?" Bilge interjected, "By all the gods, I want a piece of that!"

As soon as Nameless heard this, his heart pounded even more rapidly, his cock growing to its full hardness against Gruuk's leg. The sudden surge of lust surprised the human -- did he truly wish for the orcs to ravage him?

Nameless's thoughts were interrupted when he felt a sharp pain in his back. Gruuk had pressed down on him, securing the human into the orc's lap more securely. The orc then grunted, "Not yet! This human needs to be punished for his disrespectful actions toward the Skullfists!"

And that was when Nameless's naked ass suddenly exploded in pain. He cried out in alarm, unsure of what had just happened. Panicking, Nameless tried to squirm off of Gruuk's lap, but the orc managed to hold him in place.

"Resisting!" Gruuk exclaimed, "You just earned yourself ten extra swats, pink skin!"

Nameless felt another sharp sting on his ass, and then it dawned upon him: the orc was actually spanking him -- swatting his butt just as if he was an unruly child! Now, Nameless was no stranger to spankings, thanks to his curse; however, it was one thing to suffer a spanking through the tentacles that plagued him -- after all, as far as he could tell, humiliating him was what they were meant to do -- but to be spanked by another actual person made Nameless feel a special kind of shame through his agony. Gruuk rapidly raised and brought down his big green hand, smacking his open palm against the human's rapidly reddening ass--cheeks. Each CRACK rent the air, mingling with the uproarious laughter of Bilge and Tac.

"STOP! STOP! STOP!" Nameless howled over and over, kicking his legs, tears now pouring down his cheeks. His ass was burning like it was on fire, but Gruuk was relentless, the strong orc raining swat after agonizing swat on the human's exposed rump.

"I-will-teach-you-respect," Gruuk roared, a word in between spanks, "even-if-I-have-to-beat-it-into-you!"

A brief eternity passed. Nameless's red, swollen, throbbing ass had gone numb. The human was bawling like a big baby as Gruuk finally finished spanking him, giving Nameless one final, big swat for good measure. The orc was panting, red in the face and sweating, and yet he wore the biggest, most devious grin ever. At the same time, Bilge and Tac were absolutely breathless from their nonstop laughter at the scene.

"Yeah! Take that, human!" Gruuk breathed heavily, "And we've only just begun!"

Nameless then felt himself being manhandled again, being forced to step out of his thong completely to prevent himself from falling over. Before the human knew it, he was over the table, doubled over and slammed down hard upon its wooden surface, one of his arms held twisted up behind his back. Nameless's expression screwed up in pain.

"Finally!" Bilge sighed with deep lust as he and Tac dispensed with their loincloths -- and had Nameless been able to see the green meat that spilled forth from those orcish loins, he'd have been more than a little intimidated.

"You really made him rosy, Gruuk," Tac commented before he gripped Nameless's red, swollen ass, one hand on each cheek.

With complete disregard for Nameless's extremely tender bottom, Tac pried the human's ass-cheeks apart. Nameless cried out in pain, his face blushing an even deeper shade of red as he felt the cool air wash over his exposed hole. Nameless then shuddered as he felt Tac press his face between Nameless's buttocks, a rough, wet tongue slurping over his anus.

Tac smacked his lips, "Human meat is so succulent!"

As the orc gripped Nameless's hips, the human took a deep breath, bracing himself for what was to come as he felt the tip of the orc's penis poking at his pucker. He felt his stomach lurch as Tac began to push into him, the fat green phallus really stretching his anus as it was fed in.

"Oh fuck!" Tac growled like an animal, "This is even better than a virgin pussy!"

It was a part of Nameless's curse; even though he was anally penetrated by the tentacles on a regular basis, his asshole stayed un-stretched -- in fact, it was even tighter than it was when he was a virgin. Even so, Nameless took in Tac's penis like a champ; in situations like this, at least, the human was grateful to have been violated so many times by those accursed tentacles -- his backside had enough "training" that he could now accommodate such a monstrous cock. It still hurt, of course, but not to the point where it was unbearable.

"By all the gods," Tac breathed as he began to thrust, rapidly picking up speed.

Nameless moaned, clenching his jaw. He spread his legs as wide as he could to help accommodate the thick orc cock as it slid in and out of his asshole, faster and faster. The pain began to subside quicker than Nameless had suspected, gradually giving way to pleasure as the bulbous head of Tac's penis slammed repeatedly against the human's prostate.

The moment that Nameless had started to really enjoy the act, he felt a telltale hotness spreading deep within his bowels -- Tac had already cum. In spite of everything, Nameless nearly giggled at the orc's utter lack of longevity, but the human caught himself just in time.

"HEY!" Tac suddenly exclaimed in both surprise and annoyance.

Just then, Nameless's stomach lurched as he felt the massive orc cock rapidly sliding out of him. There was an audible squishing sound as Tac's softening penis pulled completely free from the human's anus. Nameless took a deep breath, feeling the warm, thick orc semen leaking out of his hole. It took him a moment to realize that Tac had actually been pulled off of him.

"My turn!" Bilge bellowed.

"I was almost done, you motherfucker!" Tac spat, his half-hard cock still drooling.

Bilge completely ignored the insult, much too horny to care as he quickly positioned himself behind the human. And as quickly as he was emptied, Nameless was stuffed full again, causing him to cry out. If he had thought Tac had been rough, Bilge was even more so. With an even bigger and thicker cock, Bilge had dispensed with the pleasantries and just rammed himself home. Nameless grunted in pain, his eyes bulging as Bilge crammed his orcish cock all the way to the hilt into the human's hole, bringing his big hand around to slap the side of Nameless's red ass-cheek.

"Mmm, very nice!" Bilge uttered pervertedly before he began to thrust.

"Ahh!" Nameless cried softly as Bilge did his deed.

Bilge only lasted a little longer than Tac had, ending with more thick, hot orc seed being shot deep into the human's bowels. Bilge licked the back of Nameless's neck before dismounting, letting even more of the orc spunk dribble out of the human's anus.

"All right," Gruuk snarled with impatience, "you hold him now!"

Nameless didn't resist -- even if he did, it would've been a fruitless effort as the orcs would easily overpower him. Bilge took Gruuk's place holding Nameless down, twisting the human's arm harder than he really needed to. Nameless grimaced, telling himself over and over that this would all be worth it.

Gruuk gripped the top of Nameless's bald head, the orc's hand encompassing the entirety of the human's scalp. Gruuk then leaned over to growl lustfully into the human's ear, right before the orc speared Nameless in the ass with his big green cock.

Nameless really had to dig deep for this fucking, as Gruuk proved to be even more well-endowed than either of the two previous orcs, his girth really stretching Nameless's anus to the limit, driving deep within the human. Clenching his fists and jaw, his eyes watering, his twisted arm screaming in pain, Nameless took the harsh pounding, his own erection oozing in spite of everything.

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" Gruuk panted with each mighty thrust, "Take it, you filthy human! Take it all!"

"Gruuk!" Nameless couldn't help but moan, clenching his buttocks around the fat green cock. The orc was really starting to hit the human's pleasure spot, "Gruuk, by the gods!"

"Get ready for it, pink skin!" Gruuk's tongue rolled out of his mouth, "I'm gonna cum!"

Nameless braced for it, expecting another sensation of hot, thick orc cum gushing into his bowels...

"What in the holy hell is going on here!?" A loud, commanding female voice suddenly bellowed through the tent.

A second later, a handful of some kind of dark-yellow powder was thrown at the group, scattering in the air and settling upon all four of them. Nameless then felt a great relief in his arm as Bilge immediately let him go. In the next moment, Gruuk had pulled out of Nameless's ass completely, and as he did so, the orc had cum, Gruuk spurting his hot orc spunk all over the human's backside.

Nameless straightened up and looked over toward the sound of the feminine voice. There stood a female orc in a demanding stance, brandishing a longsword while she glared at the group with her piercing pinkish-red eyes. Although physically smaller than the male orcs, her olive-green body was still very athletic and shapely, putting the physique of the average human to shame. She wore just enough clothing to cover her private areas, her long brown hair tied up into a neat bun on her head. There was an air of authority about this female, commanding respect. Although he much preferred the company of other men, Nameless had to admit that he found this female orc to be very sexy.

"Verna!" Gruuk gasped, his face going pale.

Verna ignored Gruuk, however, focusing her attention on Nameless, "Human, come to me!"

Nameless immediately obeyed, scampering over to the orc woman's side, his heart racing, his mind going in a thousand directions at once. He was afraid that he might now be in even deeper shit than ever.

"Now," Verna's voice became even more deadly serious, "Gruuk, Bilge, Tac, front and center!"

At once, the three nervous male orcs formed a line before the female, straightening up. Nameless had to admit, the male trio looked quite silly, standing at attention completely naked, breathing heavily and covered in sweat mingled with the strange yellow powder, their flaccid penises still drooling viscous semen.

"You guys haven't been powdering, I take it?" Verna questioned them, her voice as loud and powerful as ever.

"Powdering?" Nameless wondered beneath his breath. Immediately he had a ridiculous mental image of the three burly orc males powdering their faces with makeup like women would.

"N...No, Ma'am!" Gruuk was the first to speak up, the other two echoing his answer soon thereafter.

"That's what I figured," Verna then motioned to the tent flap with the business end of her longsword, "Now, get your rags back on and march your asses back to the barracks! You three shitheads have a lot of explaining to do!"

"Yes, Ma'am!" The three orc men gave unified fearful squeaks as they broke formation, hastily putting their loincloths back on.

In a matter of a few moments, the three had hurried out of the tent like a group of frightened jackrabbits and were gone. Nameless was utterly shocked at just how much authority Verna commanded over them; where they had been absolutely dominating and ruthless toward Nameless, Verna had quickly reduced them into quivering subservients.

The human nearly jumped out of his skin as he felt Verna place a hand upon his bare back, but relaxed as he discovered her touch to be quite gentle.

"Are you OK?" Verna asked him, her voice sweet and full of concern, in stark contrast to what she had sounded like when she ordered the three orc males away.

"Y...Yes, I think so," Nameless stammered, struggling to get a hold of himself, wiping his eyes furiously, "They did a number on me, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle."

"You just had the bad luck of being met by our men when you arrived, instead of one of us women. I am sorry," Verna sighed, "We're in the middle of our mating season, you see; most of the men cannot control their urges, becoming slaves to their genitals. It's why our great Chieftain developed what we call 'quelling powder' to instantly turn off a man's sex drive and make him completely docile for a time -- it's what I threw on you guys when I came in."

As Verna explained this, she noticed Nameless's eyes go wide in concern.

"Don't worry, though -- I'll spare you the lecture on the powder's hormonal and magical properties, and just say that it only works on orcs," She reassured him.

"Oh," Nameless blew out a huge sigh of relief, cradling the arm that the orcs had held him down by.

Verna continued, "All the men are issued stashes of quelling powder that they're supposed to take in small daily doses, to calm their urges," The orc woman then rolled her eyes, "But of course, men being men, it hurts their pride, so many of them simply don't do it -- and you just experienced for yourself the consequences. That's why the Chieftain gives us women stashes as well, to use on the men whenever they get out of line."

Nameless nodded, "Well, thank you for explaining things to me; it all makes sense now."

Verna just shook her head, "This isn't the first time this has happened to an outsider, you know. They took full advantage of your ignorance; you really should have learned more about us before you decided to visit."

Nameless looked down as he wrapped his arms around himself and shuffled his feet, feeling sore and awkward. Verna was right -- he had made his decision to travel into Skullfist territory rather hastily; the tales of Chieftain Rontragg's abilities had filled him with such hope that he hadn't thought twice about it.

"I assure you, though, they will be punished severely for their actions," Verna then looked into Nameless's face, studying him, "Who are you anyway?"

"My name," Nameless hesitated, "Well, Gruuk called me 'Nameless', so..."

Verna tilted her head in curiosity, "All right then, 'Nameless', you obviously have your reasons as to why you won't tell me your real name. Normally I'd be very suspicious, but I am an Inquisitor -- I've been specially trained to read people, and I don't sense any kind of malicious intent about you, so I won't pry," Verna then nodded toward Nameless's thong that was still laying on the ground in a discarded heap, "Why don't you get dressed now? I'll take you to get cleaned up, and then you can tell me why you're here."

**

Verna drew Nameless a bath. Gingerly stepping into the large wooden tub of hot water, the human took a thick bar of soap and scrubbed the layers of grunge, sweat, semen, and quelling powder off his hairless, chiseled body. He even took the time to give his thong a much-needed washing as well. As he emerged from his bath, Verna applied an herbal healing salve to the human's wounds, giving his sprained arm and brutally spanked ass an especially generous coating.

"Feeling better, Nameless?" Verna asked as she applied the salve.

"By the gods, yes!" Nameless couldn't help but moan in relief, the pain vanishing almost instantly, "The stuff you're using on me -- it's incredible!"

"You can thank our great Chieftain," Verna smiled, "He's the one who developed this healing salve."

"He's quite the wonderworker," Nameless cooed happily as Verna began to massage the salve into his muscled back.

"He is indeed. Chieftain Rontragg is the reason why we're not a bunch of savage folk living in the mud, like all the other orc clans," Verna explained as she kneaded and rubbed the human's stiff muscles, "He was barely out of boyhood when he became our Chieftain, but in just a few short years he turned everything around for us. He elevated us, bringing us the magic of the elves and the technology of the humans. The Chieftain caught us up with the rest of the civilized world; he built our homes and roads, established our agriculture, educated us -- some believe he was a gift to our people, straight from the gods themselves," Verna's voice became dreamy as she smiled and sighed, "And you know, he very well may be."

Nameless felt the excitement building within him; the more he learned of Rontragg's great feats, the more he was convinced that the Chieftain could help him, "I can't wait to meet him!"

"That is yet to be seen," Verna commented as she moved up to massage Nameless's bald scalp, the human arcing his back as the orc's fingers worked their magic into his head.

Verna finally finished the treatment, and for the first time in days, Nameless felt relaxed and rejuvenated. He may have had a rough start when he arrived at the Skullfist Village, but things were really starting to look up.

The orc female then brought Nameless to her bunk. Nameless sat on the edge of Verna's cot as she prepared to question him. The human was naked, having hung his thong out to dry, but Verna didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, the orc seemed to regard him with marked interest -- Nameless could swear that she was struggling to not blush when she looked at him. In contrast to the lewd, predatory stares he had gotten from the male orcs (before they had outright raped him), the female's reaction to him was actually quite sweet and innocent, and Nameless felt very flattered.

Nameless was very vague when Verna questioned him, however, only saying that he had a dire problem that he believed Chieftain Rontragg might be able to help him solve. The orc Inquisitor was none too keen on the human's answers, and didn't hide her growing aggravation at Nameless's evasiveness.

"Look, Nameless, it's a bit frustrating that you're not being completely straight with me," Verna crossed her arms.

"I know, and I'm sorry," Nameless cast his eyes to the floor and blew out a nervous breath, twiddling his fingers, "But please understand, it's a very personal matter for me."

Nameless felt awful about withholding the whole truth from Verna, especially considering that she had saved him from further ravaging by the males. Alas, he feared that if she learned all the sordid details of his curse, she would deny him audience with the Chieftain -- perhaps even banish him from the village altogether.

"All right, Nameless," Verna sighed after a moment of deep, contemplative thought, "As much as I wish you'd be a little more upfront with me, I believe that your intentions are sincere. I will be your advocate."

At once, Nameless's face lit up like a beacon, "Thank you, Verna! Oh, thank you!"

"I'll go see the Chieftain now," Verna nodded, then got to her feet, "This may take a while. You may stay here in the meantime," She then motioned to her cot, "And get some rest if you need it."

Nameless thanked Verna profusely once more before she departed. As soon as she was gone, he decided to take her up on her offer, laying himself out on her cot. The leather was stretched taut, its surface rough and itchy -- but compared to sleeping out in the wilderness like Nameless had been doing for the past few days, it was the King's royal bedding.

The human stretched his limbs, yawning loudly before scratching his abs. A little shuteye really would do him wonders, he decided. It had been a long journey, and an even longer day...

**

Nameless was in a dark place, shivering and afraid, a chill wind blowing across his naked body. He knelt upon what felt like a hard, cold surface of rock, painfully pressing into the flesh of his knees. The human sensed a foreboding presence near him -- something large and powerful and evil. He didn't want to look, but for some reason he was compelled to, his gaze slowly traveling upward to meet two beady red eyes, and all at once terror jolted throughout Nameless's entire body. The glowing crimson orbs with their obsidian pupils seemed to pierce right through the human, staring directly into his soul.

"YOU ARE MINE FOREVER!"

A dreadful demonic voice boomed through Nameless's skull, causing the human to clutch the sides of his head and cry out desperately, "No! Leave me alone! Please!"

Nameless got an immediate response in the form of wicked, hideous laughter; whatever it was, it took great delight in the human's fear and anguish.

A moment later, there was a sensation of something wet and slimy wrapping around Nameless's wrists and ankles, and he immediately knew what was about to happen.

"NO! NO! NO!" Nameless screamed over and over as he was forced down onto all-fours, his legs spread, his ass-cheeks splayed wide open.

The demonic laughter continued, echoing all around as Nameless suddenly felt something huge and hard being slammed into his anus, like someone had just rammed a thick rod of ice up his hole.

Nameless's entire body immediately went numb with cold...

**

"Nameless!"

The human sat up with a jolt, drawing in a deep, audible gasp. His heart was racing, his entire body was covered in a cold sweat.

Another nightmare...so vivid and terrifying.

It was then that Nameless became aware of the strong green hands gripping his shoulders. As his vision cleared, he found that he was staring directly into Verna's face, her expression full of concern.

"Nameless! By the gods, what happened!?" She asked, breathless, "I heard you screaming -- I thought you were being slaughtered!"

"It was..." Nameless really had to dig deep to compose himself, "...it was just a nightmare, Verna. A terrible nightmare, but I'm fine."

Verna looked dubious, but still nodded, "If you say so, Nameless," The Inquisitor then tugged him out of her cot, "Anyway, you must come with me immediately; Chieftain Rontragg summons you."

Nameless felt his heart leap, "Really!? You got me an audience with him!?" The lingering fright that he felt from his nightmare all but vanished in a single moment, replaced by a glowing sense of hope.

"Perhaps," Verna then began to pull Nameless along, "But first you need to testify."

"Testify?" Nameless furrowed his brow in confusion as he tried to keep pace with the orc.

**

After collecting and donning his now-dry thong, Nameless hurried after Verna, the orc leading him back to the massive octagonal structure (which he would later learn was called Hoshnak Hold). Along the way, Verna quickly explained that Gruuk, Bilge, and Tac were currently undergoing a court-martial for what they had done to Nameless. The trio and Verna had already given their testimonies, and now the Chieftain only needed Nameless's before a verdict could be rendered.

"A court-martial..." Nameless shook his head -- although the three orc males probably deserved whatever punishment was coming to them, the human couldn't help but worry for their fates, actually feeling somewhat responsible for their predicament.

When Verna and Nameless reached the entryway to the Hold, a pair of new guards ushered them in. As the human passed through the portal, he gasped as he emerged into a large, intimidating chamber. On either side of the room were a couple rows of benches in which a half dozen or so orcs sat, an equal mix of men and women. Nameless took note that on one side, the orcs were wearing leather coverings and were armed, like all the guards he'd seen. On the other side, the orcs had no weapons and were dressed more casually, wearing cloth coveralls. However, both sides had one thing in common in that they were all staring steely-eyed at Gruuk, Bilge, and Tac. The three were wearing nothing but their loincloths, kneeling with their heads lowered and hands behind their backs. They shivered as a very imposing figure glared down at them from his throne.

"Is that Chieftain Rontragg?" Nameless whispered breathlessly to Verna, who just nodded in response.

Like the rest of the orc men, the Chieftain was massive. However, whereas many of the males had a noticeable layer of fat on their bulky, hairy frames, Rontragg was pure muscle with only sparse patches of body hair -- hair which was red, and not black or dark-brown like all the other orcs' hair was. The Chieftain's body was sculpted like some god of strength -- powerfully shaped, bulging musculature with well-defined abs and all. What also made him stand out was that his skin tone was a lighter shade of green than the rest of the orcs'. Chieftain Rontragg wore leather pants and heavy boots, leaving his upper body bare. His face was entirely cloaked in a fearsome-looking wolf pelt headdress. In one hand he clutched a large wooden shillelagh, decorated in colorful feathers and beads.

Nameless's heart leaped into his throat as the savage wolf head of Chieftain Rontragg's headdress turned toward the human.

"Are you this 'Nameless' that I've heard about?" Rontragg asked, his voice booming, deep and authoritative.

"Y...Yes, Sir, great Chieftain," Nameless gulped as Verna prodded the human to step forward and kneel respectfully, which Nameless did without further hesitation, "I am Nameless."

"Then stand up and tell the court exactly what happened to you when you arrived on our lands," Rontragg commanded.

Nameless clasped his hands together, twiddling his thumbs as he bowed his head submissively. All eyes were on him now; needless to say, the human was nervous as all hell. However, he took a breath to calm himself, regaining his composure, and then began his testimony, starting from when he had first met Gruuk.

In spite of what had been done to him, Nameless still felt bad about "ratting out" Gruuk, Bilge, and Tac, but the Chieftain wanted the whole story -- so that's exactly what Nameless would give him, regaling how Gruuk had first molested and humiliated Nameless, Bilge and Tac joining in to rape the human, and then Verna coming to the rescue. Nameless recounted the events exactly as he recalled them, being frank, leaving out no sordid detail.

The human kept his eyes shut the whole time, mostly because he didn't want to meet the gazes of the three orcs who he was testifying against -- and it was a good thing, too, for there were several instances in which Nameless heard Chieftain Rontragg suddenly scold the trio of defendants, demanding that they keep their eyes down, and to stop looking at the human. It was already hard enough just to talk about what had occurred; the last thing Nameless needed was the intimidating glares of the accused.

As he finished his testimony, Nameless took in a deep breath, slowly and reluctantly opening his eyes. Trying his best to ignore the three kneeling orcs, the human focused on Chieftain Rontragg, who looked very contemplative, rubbing his chin with a big, strong hand.

"We've heard all the witness testimonies," the Chieftain then directly addressed the orcs sitting on either end of the chamber, "Juries, it is now time to deliberate."

And at Rontragg's command, the two groups of orcs began to whisper amongst themselves. Wrapping his arms around himself, Nameless finally built up enough courage to spare a look in the direction of the accused. To his surprise, the three orc men weren't giving him death glares or making threatening gestures at him or anything of the sort after all. Instead, they all kept their heads lowered submissively, shivering nervously and looking quite sad and ashamed. In that moment, despite everything, Nameless's heart broke for them.

A brief and very tense eternity passed before the two groups of orcs finished their discussions. Nameless found himself waiting on bated breath, feeling almost as anxious as Gruuk, Bilge, and Tac looked.

"Military Jury," Rontragg addressed the group of orcs on his right, "have you reached a verdict?"

A very butch-looking orc female stood up, "We have, Chieftain."

"Then deliver," The Chieftain commanded.

"The Military Jury finds the defendants guilty as charged," The female orc answered bluntly.

Nameless heard Bilge give a disapproving grunt.

Rontragg then turned his attention to the group of orcs on his left, "Civilian Jury, have you reached a verdict?"

An elderly orc male in a farmer's straw hat stood up, "We have, Chieftain."

"Then deliver."

The elderly orc nodded before responding, "The Civilian Jury finds the defendants guilty as charged."

Nameless chewed his lower lip as Tac sniffled audibly.

Chieftain Rontragg then pointed his shillelagh at the trio kneeling before him, "And I as your Chieftain find you guilty as charged."

At this, the human felt a huge stab at his heart, and he wasn't even the one on trial.

Rontragg then got to his feet, "Border Guard Gruuk, Hold Guard Bilge, Hold Guard Tac, you have all been found guilty with no contest of rape, mayhem, and gross misconduct while on-duty. Your punishment..."

"Wait!"

All eyes suddenly turned to Nameless -- the human couldn't believe what he was doing! But horrible visions of the three orc males being tortured and executed in a variety of gruesome ways had flashed through Nameless's head as soon as the Chieftain had said "punishment" -- and Nameless simply didn't want to see anything like that happen.

"Great Chieftain, please! If I may say something on the behalf of..." And that was as far as Nameless got in his impassioned plea for Rontragg to go easy on the trio.

"SILENCE, HUMAN!" The Chieftain's powerful roar startled everyone present, and nearly knocked Nameless flat on his back.

His heart having leaped into his throat, Nameless shut up immediately, even forgetting to breathe for a few moments. Gruuk, Bilge, and Tac were on their own.

"Now," Chieftain Rontragg turned his attention back toward the three cowering orcs before him, "as I was saying, your punishment begins immediately. You chose to act like animals, so now you shall be treated like animals! For the duration of your sentences, you are no longer orcs -- you are now pigs!"

"Oh my gosh!" Nameless couldn't help but gasp. He supposed it was a better fate than torture or execution, but it was still a very harsh punishment, he thought.

Rontragg then rapped one end of his shillelagh against the floor, "First of all, pigs do not wear clothes! Stand up and strip the loincloths off each other, and do not hide your shame!"

Gruuk, Bilge, and Tac obeyed, beginning to clumsily fumble with each other's leather coverings, their nervousness and humiliation making the otherwise easy task a gargantuan effort. A few of the orcs in the juries began to chuckle at the scene.

Finally, after a few moments of wrestling with each other's coverings, with a big tug from Tac on Bilge's belt buckle, Bilge's loincloth was the first to fall, pooling around his ankles, his private parts completely exposed. The entire court, sans only Nameless and Chieftain Rontragg, then exploded into uproarious laughter all at once.

His green face now turned a brilliant red, Bilge growled loudly, angered and embarrassed as all hell. Not wanting to be the only object of ridicule, Bilge attacked Tac's loincloth with more gusto -- and with a snapping of a belt, the leather covering dropped off of Tac's body in seconds. Very soon after, with both Bilge and Tac tearing at his loincloth, Gruuk joined them in full public nudity.

"Take their rags away!" Rontragg commanded, and immediately Verna and several other guards approached, snatching up the discarded loincloths of the trio. As soon as that task was completed, the Chieftain continued, "Now, I've never seen a pig walk on two legs -- so get down on all-fours, you swine!"

"This is all your fault, Gruuk, you dumbshit!" Bilge griped as he and the other two condemned orcs obeyed the Chieftain's command, getting down on their hands and knees.

"Fuck you, fatass!" Gruuk snarled back.

Chieftain Rontragg waggled a finger at the three, "I've never heard pigs talk, either! Make noises like true swine would!"

The trio of naked orcs blinked, exchanging nervous looks.

"OINK!" Rontragg shouted, pounding the armrest of his throne with the bottom of his fist, his voice as booming and demanding as ever, causing the entire court to jump once again.

Right away Gruuk, Bilge, and Tac began to make porcine noises, snorting and oinking and squealing as best they could. The court took much merriment in this latest degradation of the three orcs.

Nameless, however, lowered his head, not wanting to watch the scene anymore. He felt absolutely terrible for what was happening...

"Nameless!"

The human jumped, nearly having a heart attack as Chieftain Rontragg suddenly called his name. Wringing his hands, he looked up at the Chieftain.

"I will now ask if you would please expose your genitalia," This time, Rontragg sounded like he was asking, instead of demanding.

Although he was quite a bit perplexed about the request, Nameless obeyed without question, pulling down his thong just enough so that his sizable human cock and balls spilled out over the elastic waistband.

"Thank you, Nameless," Rontragg then turned his attention back on the three naked orcs on all-fours, "Now, pigs, crawl over to Nameless and kiss his penis and scrotum, and apologize for what you have done!"

Nameless swallowed hard as the three orcs came crawling over to him.

Gruuk was the first to reach Nameless, "I'm sorry, Nameless!" Gruuk said, actually sounding quite sincere, before the orc first kissed the head of the human's cock, and then pressed his face beneath the shaft to smooch Nameless's sac.

Nameless's face burned with embarrassment as, naturally, his body reacted, his big, thick cock springing to full erection. Tac and Bilge soon followed Gruuk's lead, one after the other apologizing to Nameless, and then kissing the human's cock and sac.

"It looks like you pigs have aroused our human guest!" The Chieftain commented, much to the further amusement of the court.

Nameless blew out a big, exasperated sigh, silently wishing that Rontragg hadn't pointed out the obvious -- as if the situation wasn't awkward enough.

"You swine have exactly two minutes to satisfy him," Chieftain Rontragg continued, sounding as merciless as ever, "Fail and I swear I'll make the three of you wish you were never born!"

Before Nameless even knew what was happening, he found his manhood being attacked by the hot, wet mouths of Gruuk, Bilge, and Tac. Like a group of hungry piglets competing for their mother's teat, the three orcs went at it, frantically kissing and licking and sucking any part of Nameless's genitalia they could find, causing the human to pant and moan. The naked orcs bumped and shoved each other, each one convinced that he was the most talented of the group and could get Nameless off the quickest. Meanwhile, the crowd was going wild.

The sensation of three orcs desperately servicing him was overwhelming; with all that frantic stimulation, it didn't take very long for Nameless to climax. He ejaculated hard, his semen squirting into the orcs' mouths and onto their faces. Nameless's face went flush, the afterglow of sexual release quickly giving way to humiliation as the realization sank in that he'd just given a show to an audience, what with all the cheering and hooting and catcalls.

However, with a single "stop" motion of his hand, Chieftain Rontragg had silenced the entire court, "Very good," Rontragg nodded his head approvingly at the human, "You have done well, Nameless. Thank you."

Nameless took this as a sign that he was now allowed to tuck himself away, which he quickly did, slipping his thong back over his privates.

"Back at my feet, swine!" At the Chieftain's command, the trio hastily crawled back to the foot of Rontragg's throne. Rontragg then turned his attention back toward the human -- it seemed as if the Chieftain wasn't finished yet, "Now, Nameless, how many spankings did you say Gruuk gave you again? Around sixty?"

"Sixty-nine to be exact, Sir," Nameless nodded -- he'd been spanked so many times by the tentacles that he had developed a habit of actually counting swats.

"My, my, what a magical number," Rontragg said with caustic sarcasm in Gruuk's direction, causing Gruuk to look away in shame. The Chieftain then continued, "The next phase of your punishment begins now!"

At that moment, Chieftain Rontragg smacked the end of his shillelagh hard against the floor, muttering something in a strange language. Nameless cried out and jumped back as several serpentine objects erupted from the floor, thinking that the tentacles had once again come for him. However, the human calmed down a bit once he saw that these "tentacles" were actually plantlike in composition -- vines to be exact; this was not Nameless's curse in action.

Ignoring Nameless and the rest of the spectators, the vines went directly after Gruuk, Bilge, and Tac. Before they could even scream, a loop of vine encircled each of their heads and forced its way into their mouths between their teeth, effectively gagging them. In a matter of a few seconds, the vines had wrapped around the orcs' limbs and midsections and hoisted them a few feet up into the air, where they now dangled side-by-side, held in such a way that their asses were particularly exposed and vulnerable. Three more vines then appeared directly behind them, one for each orc -- these particular vines had growths of wood attached to their ends. Nameless couldn't help but notice that each of the vines' wooden growths bore an uncanny resemblance to a wicked paddle, long and thick with rows of smooth bumps along its otherwise flat surface.

Nameless had correctly guessed what was coming next as a coalesced CRACK painfully rent the air, the vines' "paddles" coming down hard on all three orc asses in perfect unison. Gruuk, Bilge, and Tac all let loose with muffled screams, and then the paddles came down on them again. CRACK! And again. CRACK! And again, and again, and again, the crowd cheering and laughing with each swat to the orcs' unfortunate backsides. It wasn't long at all before the three orcs' asses swelled, turning a bright red, and then darkened to black and blue around the thirtieth or so strike. Soon the orcs' voices went hoarse from all their screaming, and all they could do was cry like a bunch of babies as the vines finally finished their work, landing the sixty-ninth and final blow to the orc butts.

Finished with their work, the vines released the trio, loosening up and unwrapping from their bodies, sending the orcs crashing painfully to the floor. Then, as mysteriously as they had appeared, the vines vanished, leaving the three sobbing orcs with very sore asses writhing on the floor. It was a very pathetic sight -- Nameless was sure that that had to be the end of it.

"Now," Chieftain Rontragg spoke up once again, completely unsympathetic to the beaten orcs' plight, "the rest of your sentencing begins."

"More!?" Nameless gasped beneath his breath. Hadn't Gruuk, Bilge, and Tac been through enough already? However, the human wasn't about to speak out of turn again, so he just kept his mouth shut and looked on anxiously as Chieftain Rontragg continued speaking.

"Border Guard Gruuk, Hold Guard Bilge, Hold Guard Tac, I now sentence you to live your lives on a pig farm like actual swine would for one full year -- and Gruuk, as the instigator of the crimes against our human visitor, you will be suffering this fate for an additional six months," The Chieftain calmly but firmly explained to the three orcs, who now looked beyond mortified, "I will be summoning the spirits of three sows -- sows that our people had fatted and slaughtered for various celebrations in the past -- one to possess each of you. These sows shall walk in the land of the living again for a year through you -- and, Gruuk, yours gets to enjoy its renewed existence for an additional half-year. You will all still have your wits about you, and be fully conscious and aware, but your physical bodies will be under total control of the sows. You shall dwell in a pigpen -- wallowing in the mud, eating slop directly from the trough, and doing everything else that's expected of lowly swine."

Nameless clasped his hands over his mouth in shock. Part of him desperately wanted to attempt to speak out as the trio's advocate again, but his fear of the mighty Chieftain Rontragg left him completely breathless and at a loss for words.

"N...No," Tac moaned, "P...Please, no!"

"Please, Chieftain," Gruuk begged, tears streaming down his face, "Mercy!"

"Mercy, great Chieftain!" Bilge echoed.

Their pleas fell on deaf ears; it was too late. The entire chamber darkened as Chieftain Rontragg stood up from his throne and raised his shillelagh, its beads clacking together loudly, its feathers fluttering as if caught in a fierce gust of wind. Bellowing more words in the mysterious tongue, the Chieftain banged his shillelagh against the floor once, the sound reverberating eerily throughout the chamber. In the next moment, Rontragg thrusted his shillelagh out in the direction of the trio.

Wisps of what looked like a fine smoke shot from the end of the shillelagh, swirling out into the air. Nameless's eyes went wide as he watched the wisps form into the shape of a sow's head, which opened its mouth and loosed a loud, supernatural squeal before dispersing. The wisps then flew at the three orcs, their eyes rolling back into their heads as the wisps began to rapidly flow into the orcs' nostrils, ears, and mouths. Once the wisps had completely entered into the orcs' bodies, the three flopped backward onto the floor, gagging and thrashing and convulsing -- and then seconds later, they laid still, as if dead.

The entire court stared with bated breath at the trio of unmoving orcs. After a few tense moments, the three orcs' eyes flew open all at once. Their pupils had vanished -- their eyes now a ghostly white. Gruuk was the first to stir, rolling over and slowly getting up on all-fours. Shaking his head, he looked around the chamber with a very glazed-over expression. Gruuk then tipped his head back and oinked loudly -- and it wasn't his imitation of an oink, as he'd been forced to do before -- this sounded like an actual pig's oink! Soon thereafter, Tac, and then Bilge had gotten up on their hands and knees and were grunting and oinking like actual swine as well. The three started to crawl around the chamber aimlessly before Rontragg signaled more guards forward. Using lengths of rope, the guards tied makeshift collars with leads around the necks of the possessed orcs to keep them under control.

Nameless stared wide-eyed at the scene. He couldn't believe what he was seeing! Between the vine spanking and the sow spirit possession, there could be no doubt about it -- Rontragg was an orc of fantastic powers indeed!

"It is finished," Chieftain Rontragg breathed as he settled back down on his throne, "Mr. Orson," The Chieftain then addressed the elderly orc in the straw hat who had delivered the Civilian Jury's ruling, "can I trust you to care for these three on your pig farm for the duration of their sentences?"

"Why, it would be an honor, my Chieftain!" Orson responded with a bit of a drawl, tipping his hat, "I have an extra special place in the sty for 'em, all nice and muddy!"

Orson then hopped down from the bench, taking all three rope leads from the guards.

"Come on, piggies!" Orson chirped, gently tugging on the leads, "It's time to go home!"

Two guards then escorted the elderly orc away, with Gruuk, Bilge, and Tac crawling after him. Nameless watched the group intently up until the moment they disappeared out the chamber doors. The human grimaced -- an entire year living just like a pig, and even longer than that for poor Gruuk. Chieftain Rontragg was certainly not one to be trifled with -- and this was the orc that Nameless had been so forward and haughty about wanting to speak with!? The human began to seriously question his resolve to actually ask the Chieftain for a favor, and a huge one at that, especially since he hadn't even really thought about what he could possibly give the orc in return.

The Chieftain then gave the entire court a dangerous look, "And for all you men, may that serve as an example of what happens when you don't use your quelling powder," He then smacked his shillelagh against the floor again, "Powdering during mating season isn't just a good idea, it's the law! Do I make myself clear!?"

"YES, CHIEFTAIN!" The entire court boomed in response.

"Then this court is adjourned!" The Chieftain declared with one final rap of his shillelagh, and everyone began to file out of the chamber.

Having lost his gumption, Nameless decided that he needed more time in order to regain his courage. Swiveling on one foot, he was about to follow everyone else out of the chamber.

"Stay here, Nameless, I have more business with you," Rontragg suddenly called after the human, putting emphasis on his last word: "Alone."

Nameless stopped dead in his tracks, petrified. He very slowly turned back around to face the Chieftain, "Y...Yes, Sir!" He felt absolutely faint from nervousness.

The human felt Verna pat him on the shoulder, giving him a not-so-reassuring look before she joined the crowds in exiting the room. In that moment, he'd have given his right testicle if she would just stay with him.

Soon enough, the chamber was completely emptied, leaving only Nameless and the Chieftain. Nameless tucked his arms behind his back and shuffled his feet, not quite sure what Rontragg might have in store for him.

It was then that Rontragg set aside his shillelagh and moved to remove his wolf pelt headdress, "Now I can finally take this stuffy thing off," He said casually as he pulled the fearsome pelt off his head, allowing locks of long, beautiful fiery-red hair to spill down over his shoulders.

Nameless was taken aback as he stared into Chieftain Rontragg's face -- it was just like when Nameless had made grossly erroneous assumptions of the Skullfist Village before he arrived; where the human had braced himself for something monstrously hideous and riddled with scars, instead the most ruggedly handsome visage Nameless had ever seen was unveiled to him.

Rontragg's face was square and powerful, sporting a neatly-trimmed beard. Two small, pearly tusks protruded up from behind his lower lip, and his ears ended in sharper points than an ordinary orc's. The Chieftain gave a warm smile, looking Nameless over with splendorous violet eyes that were just sparkling with life.

"Why thank you, Nameless," Chieftain Rontragg suddenly chuckled, startling the human, "I think you're very attractive as well -- for a human, that is. I do find the hairless look rather exotic."

"W...What?" Nameless stuttered. Was his interest in the orc so obvious?

"You didn't need to say anything, really," The Chieftain waggled his eyebrows downward toward Nameless's crotch, "Your loins betray you."

The human quickly looked down -- he hadn't even been aware of his raging erection, poking through the side of his thong, "Oh geez!" Nameless squeaked as he quickly tucked his boner back into his elastic coverings, readjusting himself. His face blushed a hot red -- not that the Chieftain hadn't already seen his junk, but it still didn't make him any less embarrassed, "I'm so sorry, Sir! I..."

The Chieftain raised one hand, motioning for Nameless to stop talking, "You don't have to be so formal at this juncture," He said, still smiling, "Please, just call me Rontragg."

"All right," Nameless cleared his throat, "Rontragg. Got it," The human then frowned, furrowing his brow in concern. He licked his lips before asking, "They'll be OK, won't they?"

"Tac, Bilge, and Gruuk, you mean?"

"Yes," Nameless sighed, "I don't mean to question your judgement, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried about them."

"You worry for them?" Rontragg gave the human a sidelong look, "Even after what they did to you?"

Nameless gave a slow nod.

"You've got a huge heart, human; not too many like you in the world," Rontragg grunted, "But in spite of your forgiveness, those three still had to be punished. What they did to you, an innocent visitor -- it's happened before."

"So Verna told me," Nameless nodded.

"Obviously the punishment I had given to the previous perpetrators wasn't enough of a deterrent, so I really had to lay down the law this time," Rontragg squeezed the bridge of his nose, "I know what I did to those three may have seemed cruel and unusual, but I absolutely cannot allow such incidents to continue. It's wrong to begin with -- and what if this happened to a visiting Baron, or Noble, or anyone else with considerable power and influence? One imbecile who's decided that he's 'too manly' to powder may very well doom my people."

"I see," Nameless cast his eyes downward; he hadn't thought of it that way.

The Chieftain shifted in his throne to a more casual position, crossing his legs, "But don't worry -- they'll be all right," Rontragg then paused for a moment, considering his words, "Well, as 'all right' as one can be in their situation. It'll be hard times for sure, especially during the rainy and winter seasons, but Orson is a good farmer; he treats his livestock well -- and besides, it was I who tasked him with caring for Gruuk, Tac, and Bilge; Orson wouldn't dare mistreat them."

"OK, that makes me feel better," Nameless lied, but it was no use dwelling on the subject; there was nothing the human could do for the trio.

"So," Rontragg leaned to the side and placed his elbow on the armrest, resting his jaw against his fist, "I heard that you desperately need my help with something -- something of 'a very personal matter.'"

"So Verna already told you?" Nameless took a deep breath -- the moment of truth was at hand, "Yes, it's true."

"Well then, before we go any further, you can start by telling me your name," Those violet eyes gave the human a sharp look, "Your real name."

"Well, that's the thing," Nameless bit his lower lip, "I don't know it."

"You don't know it?" Rontragg sat up, "Truly, you don't know your own name?"

The human shook his head, "I do not, and that's the honest truth," Nameless then sighed, "I...don't remember much of my past at all, in fact."

"Really?" The orc leaned forward intently, "Your family, where you're from -- nothing at all?"

"Well, I do recall bits and pieces," Nameless paused to collect his thoughts, "I remember wanting to be a warrior. I remember wanting to prove myself, and doing something...foolish."

The Chieftain cocked his head, "And that's all?"

"Yeah," Nameless nodded sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders, "that's about the extent of it."

"You've got quite the case of amnesia," Rontragg sat up, "So you wish for me to help you regain your memories then? Any idea at all on what exactly caused this?"

"All I know is, I'm cursed," Nameless breathed. There was no escaping it -- it was time to get to the crux of the matter.

"Cursed?" Rontragg stared even more intently at the human, "Go on."

"Yes, Chieftain. I'm positive it's the reason why I can't remember my past, and also why I have no hair," as he said this, for emphasis, Nameless rubbed his bald head with one hand and his smooth chest with the other, "and that's not even the worst of it," Nameless paused, blushing heavily -- this would be difficult to talk about.

Rontragg crossed his arms, awaiting more information. With Nameless's hesitancy, the orc was even more interested than ever in what the human had to say next.

"You see," Nameless finally blew out, "there are these tentacles..."

"Tentacles?" Rontragg was on the edge of his seat, ready to take in every last word.

After taking another moment to collect himself, Nameless told the Chieftain the full story: about the violating tentacles that plagued him, and how he had come to the Skullfist Village to see if Chieftain Rontragg could help him, having heard tales of the Chieftain's great powers. When Rontragg expressed concern that Nameless's curse might be a danger to the Skullfist people, the human reassured him that it probably wasn't, telling the Chieftain about several instances where Nameless was in public when the tentacles appeared to vex him -- the accursed things were only interested in Nameless and no one else.

Rontragg tapped his chin, taking time to process everything that Nameless had told him. The human squeezed his hands together, staring at the Chieftain nervously.

"All right," Rontragg finally nodded with a grunt, "I will help you. Perhaps it will do something to make up for what happened to you."

Nameless clutched his heart, tears of joy immediately beginning to fall, "By the gods, thank you so much, good Chieftain! Thank you!" The human croaked, really having to concentrate to get the words out.

"Ahh hell, Nameless..." Rontragg stood from his throne, towering a full foot over Nameless. The orc then pulled Nameless into a comforting embrace, wrapping his beefy green arms around the human.

Nameless didn't even try to hide his elation, openly sobbing, burying his face into Rontragg's chest. He's so gentle, The human thought as he nestled into the orc's big muscles, letting it all out.

* *

Nameless stood still as Rontragg shook a small gourd filled with beans around the human's body, the orc muttering more mysterious words as he went. The two had not spoken much as they had left Hoshnak Hold, Rontragg hastily leading Nameless out of the village to a secluded area in the prairie -- it was a large patch of tilled earth, pure and soft. With the prospect of finally being rid of his curse, Nameless mostly just kept his trap shut and let Rontragg do his thing.

Finished with whatever he was doing with the noisy gourd, Rontragg placed a hand on Nameless's chest and gently started to push him backward, "I need you to lie down on your back now."

Nameless obeyed, feeling the dirt squish against his skin. Using the end of his shillelagh, the orc then began to draw circles in the earth around the human.

"So," Rontragg spoke up as he worked, "you told me about yourself -- well, as much of yourself as you can remember anyway. Would you like me to return the favor?"

"Oh, yes," Nameless nodded up to the orc, happy to have an icebreaker, "please do!"

Rontragg smiled, "As you can probably tell, I'm not a full-blooded orc."

"Oh really?" Having noticed the subtle physical differences between Rontragg and the other orcs, Nameless had guessed that the Chieftain had some non-orc ancestry, but the human figured it might be rude to ask.

"My grandmother is an elf," The orc began, "You wouldn't think it, though -- she's every bit as young-looking and beautiful as she was when she met my grandfather," Rontragg then lowered his head for a moment, "Ahh, Grandpa, gods rest his soul."

Nameless frowned, "I'm so sorry, Rontragg."

Rontragg shook his head, and then continued with his work, "It's OK, Nameless. For an orc, Grandpa lived a good, long life. With Granny's elven lifespan, she knew going in that she would far outlive Grandpa, but gosh, she was still so broken up when he passed -- I don't think she ever truly came to terms with it."

Nameless was more than intrigued -- as far as he knew, most elves and orcs didn't really care for one another, the elves thinking the orcs to be savage and crass, and the orcs thinking the elves to be arrogant and flighty. But the tale of Rontragg's grandparents just reminded the human that not all people are the same, and that love can blossom anywhere.

"Anyway, Granny and Grandpa had a son, half-elf, half-orc, who grew up and married an orc woman. Shortly after I was born, Mom and Dad..." Rontragg paused, his voice cracking.

Nameless immediately sensed that something terrible must have happened to the orc's parents.

"Well, we were living on a farm, you see. The barn caught fire with Dad trapped inside, and Mom ran in to try to save him," The orc hid his face, sniffing loudly, "Both of them died in that fire, gods rest their souls. I never got a chance to know them."

"By the gods, Rontragg!" In that moment, Nameless desperately wanted to embrace Rontragg, to comfort him just as the orc had done with Nameless back at the Hold. The human moved to get up.

"No, Nameless!" Rontragg quickly turned and motioned for the human to stay down -- the orc's reddened, watery eyes revealed, "Don't move, or you'll spoil the runes and I'll have to start over," Rontragg then wiped his eyes furiously, "Anyway, where was I?" The orc then resumed his work, "It was Granny who took me in and raised me -- spoiled me rotten, she did!" He couldn't help but smile as the good memories started to pour forth, "I attended the private University all through grade school. Upon graduation and taking the MAT..."

"MAT?" Nameless asked.

"Magical Aptitude Testing -- it was a requirement for all graduating students," Rontragg explained, "As its name implies, the test measures a student's magical ability, if any. As it turned out, they discovered that I possess an especially strong Shamanic talent, meaning my magic powers are natural -- tied with the earth, in other words. I was then sent to live with a sect of shaman, learning their ways."

Something then dawned upon Nameless, "You weren't originally a Skullfist -- then how did you end up here?"

"Well, like any young lad, I soon burned with the desire to strike out on my own. Once they felt that I was ready, the sect gave me their blessings and away I went," Seemingly finished with the big shapes, Rontragg then began to carve in the smaller symbols, "I happened across the Skullfist Village in my travels. I hadn't been planning on taking up residence with them -- hell, I wasn't even going to stay the night -- but the Skullfists were a very destitute people back then, sick and dying from disease and famine."

"I see! So you decided to stay and be their benefactor."

"Yes. How could I not?" Rontragg gingerly stepped over Nameless (who couldn't help but stare at the sizable bulge in the orc's pants as it passed overhead). The Chieftain continued, "I became their Medicine Man, using my knowledge and skills to improve their lives."

Nameless smiled, "That was quite noble of you."

"They thought so, too, and before long, a special bond had formed between me and the Skullfists -- I knew I had found my place," Rontragg's drawing became more feverish, the orc digging hard into the soft earth, "I became one of them."

"And then they made you their Chieftain?"

Rontragg shook his head, "Not right away. I spent a couple more years as the Medicine Man before the old Chieftain, Hoshnak, started ailing. Due to biological defects, he hadn't been able to sire any heirs, so instead he asked me to take up the mantle of Chieftain," The orc then grunted, "I accepted."

"Wow! What an honor!" Nameless was sincerely impressed.

"Indeed it was," Rontragg said seriously.

"Verna told me about everything you've done for the Skullfists since you became Chieftain," Nameless went on, "The scope of what you've achieved here is overwhelming!"

Rontragg blushed a bit, "I try to stay modest about it, really," A moment later, the orc gave the earth one final stamp with his shillelagh, "There. The runes are finished. Just hold still for a little while longer, Nameless, while I recite the incantation."

The human's heart beat fast as Rontragg began the mystical incantation, the runes in the dirt beginning to glow a faint magenta. Nameless squeezed his eyes shut. This was it -- the moment of truth.

Rontragg's words gradually became more fervent, and all of a sudden Nameless felt a slight tickling in the pit of his abdomen, followed by a warm glow. The warmth rapidly spread throughout the human's body as the orc's incantation grew louder and louder, until the final word was outright shouted, Rontragg's voice echoing frightfully.

With that, the warmth faded. Nameless sat up, noticing that the runes were no longer glowing.

"How do you feel?" Rontragg asked, approaching the human.

"Fine, I guess," Nameless looked down at himself, prodding his body carefully, "None of my hair has grown back, and I still don't remember anything of my past," The human frowned, getting a terrible feeling that Rontragg might have failed.

"Since I have no knowledge of the exact machinations of your curse, I unfortunately couldn't actually remove it," Rontragg explained, but then promptly followed with the good news, "But I did place a protective sigil upon you. Stand up, please."

Nameless obeyed, and Rontragg began to brush the dirt off of the human's back. The orc seemed to be studying Nameless's body intently.

"The sigil should be inscribed somewhere on your body," Rontragg was quickly getting frustrated, not finding the sigil, "If you could please help me, Nameless. It's not very small -- it should be noticeable."

Nameless looked down the front of himself, not seeing anything but his smooth, fair skin, "You don't think it's actually inside of me, do you?"

"No, no," Rontragg growled, now fingering the back of Nameless's bald head and checking behind his ears, "it would most certainly be visible on your flesh."

The human suddenly had a thought, and upon opening the front of his thong and peering inside, he discovered that his hunch was right, "I found it, Rontragg," The human pulled down his thong a bit and started giggling like a child who had just been told a dirty joke.

"Where?" The orc hurried around to Nameless's front, staring downward for a moment before gasping, "Oh my!"

There was the sigil, glowing a faint magenta -- decoratively spiraling around the entire length of Nameless's penis and encircling his scrotum. Rontragg slowly reached for it, gripping the underside of the human's genitals.

"Yes, this is it," Rontragg swallowed hard, blushing as the human's body started to naturally respond to his touch. The orc then withdrew his hand, stammering, "I...I didn't put it there purposely, I swear! It won't interfere with any of your...functions..."

Nameless only giggled more, pulling his thong back up, "It's quite all right, Rontragg. Hell, I'd bear a penis-shaped sigil on my face if it would help me deal with my curse," After a few more moments, the human then cleared his throat to stifle his laughter. It was time to start getting serious again, "So, you said this was a protective spell of some kind?"

"Yes. A Sigil of Protection," The orc also cleared his throat, trying to collect himself, "While you are still cursed, the sigil will prevent any future attacks."

Nameless felt overwhelmingly grateful -- if his curse couldn't be outright removed, suppressing it was the next best thing, "How do we know if it actually works? Just wait and see, I suppose?"

Rontragg nodded, "Aye. I'll have to keep you for observation -- if you wish to stay, that is."

Nameless's heart skipped a beat as the orc slowly and gently took hold of the human's hands.

Leaning forward, the orc then whispered sweetly into the human's ear, "I do hope you'll stay."

Blushing, Nameless looked directly into those warm violet eyes, the human smiling as brightly as ever as he breathed his response, "Yes, Rontragg, I'd like that."

* *

Rontragg led Nameless back into the village, letting the human take a quick rinse-off with a bucket of water before heading up to the orc's private bedchamber. The human slowly sprawled across the bed, which was cushioned with a pile of warm, fluffy furs. The human couldn't help but sigh -- if he had thought Verna's cot was nice to lie in, this was Heaven.

He was a bit disappointed, however, when Rontragg didn't immediately join him. Sitting up, the human saw the orc in a corner of the room, opening a clay jar that was situated atop a small table.

"What are you doing, Rontragg?"

"Practicing what I preach, Nameless," Turning around, Rontragg had just finished snorting half a pinch of quelling powder up one nostril, "On the way back, I felt my urges starting to get the best of me -- I'd look like quite the hypocrite if I were to lose my mind and ravage you, don't you think?" The orc chuckled nervously as he kicked off his boots before walking toward the bed, plopping himself down next to the human.

Nameless smiled, placing one hand on the orc's inner thigh, rubbing sensually.

Rontragg just smiled sheepishly and sighed, "Sorry, Nameless, but my sex drive's already been killed for the night -- it's for your own safety."

"Maybe I like a little danger," Nameless said with marked determination in his voice, and then he began to unbuckle the Chieftain's belt.

Rontragg only chuckled as he let the human take down the orc's pants to his ankles, where the Chieftain promptly kicked them off, leaving the orc clad in only his white cloth undergarment, comfortably wrapped up between Rontragg's legs and around his pelvic region. Nameless placed his hand atop the impressive bulge at the Chieftain's crotch, giving it gentle squeezes in intervals.

"You sure are a feisty one, human!" Rontragg grunted at the stimulation, feeling his loins actually stirring, albeit very slightly.

Without a word, Nameless began to unwrap Rontragg's undergarment, and very soon he uncovered the prize: the green orchood of the Skullfist Chieftain, crowned with a bush of thick red pubic hair. Even flaccid, the orc was very impressive -- his thick, fat cock resting above two plumb-sized testicles, encased in their leathery scrotum.

The human breathed heavily as he gazed upon Rontragg's meat, getting quite aroused. Wanting to experience the Chieftain's erection, Nameless lowered his head into Rontragg's groin and began to lap at the orc's foreskin just beneath the bulbous head.

Rontragg closed his eyes and groaned a bit, "I do feel it, Nameless, but I'm afraid you'll be servicing me all night before you get anywhere."

Even so, Nameless didn't stop, licking fervently before opening his mouth to start performing fellatio. At this, the Chieftain gently pushed him away.

"Did I do something wrong?" Nameless sounded worried.

"No, of course not," The orc smiled, "You just shouldn't waste your time -- like I've been telling you, the effects of quelling powder are nigh impossible to overcome," Rontragg then gripped the human's groin, squeezing his erection, "But that doesn't mean you can't have fun tonight."

Before Nameless knew it, his thong had been pulled off and his entire sigil-imprinted genitalia, balls and all, were swallowed up into Rontragg's large maw, the Chieftain slurping loudly. The human threw his head back and gasped as Rontragg lifted ever slowly up the shaft, sucking hard along the way, and then began to rapidly bob up and down on his cock, the orc's big tongue encircling Nameless's erection. The human reflexively began to thrust up into the hot mouth, feeling himself ready to climax -- but then Rontragg pulled off the human at the last possible second.

Wiping the excess saliva from his lips, the Chieftain turned around on the bed, positioning himself with his back arched and his ass raised high into the air. Placing his hands on his butt-cheeks, the orc spread his ass, exposing his green pucker.

"Finish in my hole!" Rontragg commanded.

Nameless didn't need to be told, however, as he mounted the big orc, guiding his throbbing erection between those spread cheeks. Pressing the head of his human cock against the orc anus, Nameless began to push in -- the glow of the human's cock sigil seeming to brighten as he fed his penis into the Chieftain's hole. Rontragg's anal cavity wrapped tightly and hotly around Nameless's shaft as the orc clenched. The human's eyes rolled back into his head as he gave a few hard thrusts -- and then he came. Nameless gritted his teeth as he jettisoned his human spunk deep into Rontragg's bowels -- and once his load was entirely blown, Nameless sighed, feeling rather spent.

"Done so soon?" The orc cackled as he felt the human pulling out of him with a wet squishing sound.

"What can I say, Rontragg? You've got a hungry hole!" And then immediately, the human regretted the quip, Wow, way to fucking go, smooth-talker! He silently admonished himself, It's your first fucking night with him; I can't believe you actually said that!

Rontragg, however, just laughed more heartily, suddenly scooping the human up into a tight embrace, kissing Nameless atop his bald head, "You're adorable."

Glad that the orc hadn't called him out on his corny wisecrack, Nameless relaxed, nestling against the orc's broad green body. The human once again relished the warmth and security in the big, strong arms of the Skullfist Chieftain. The two of them didn't speak another word -- they just enjoyed the feeling of their naked bodies pressing against each other before sleep overtook them.

And for Nameless, the night passed without incident -- no tentacles, no nightmares -- just peaceful rest.

* *

The next few days came and went, with Nameless mostly staying put in Rontragg's quarters under the watchful eyes of the Skullfists -- most of the time the Chieftain was far too busy to watch the human himself, so he appointed a rotation of guards to keep tabs on Nameless instead. Nameless got to know each of these guards quite well -- and most of them were actually pleasant enough. However, the human's not-so-secret favorite was Verna -- whenever it was the Inquisitor's turn to guard Nameless, the two of them could literally chit-chat about anything and everything all day. The other guards had soon taken to calling the two of them "girlfriends", which the human didn't really appreciate.

The very best times, though, came when Rontragg would finish with his daily duties as Chieftain and went to bed with Nameless. Even though Rontragg kept using quelling powder on a regular basis, vowing to not stop until the mating season was officially over, the human was still grateful to spend intimate time with him -- even if it was little more than some fooling around before bedtime.

The days stretched into weeks, and from the time Rontragg had placed the Sigil of Protection on Nameless, the human's nightmares had ceased and he experienced no tentacle attacks whatsoever -- needless to say, both Nameless and Rontragg were beyond ecstatic about these statistics. The Chieftain finally declared that the sigil had worked, and thus deemed it safe for Nameless to leave Hoshnak Hold and mingle with the rest of the village.

Though, not wanting to make Nameless feel like a prisoner, Rontragg told Nameless that, if Nameless so desired, the human could take leave of the Skullfist Village altogether. Much to Rontragg's great delight, Nameless didn't hesitate to reply that he planned to stay indefinitely. As a matter of fact, Nameless was a little agitated that Rontragg had even brought up the "silly" option of the human leaving.

One night, right before Rontragg could powder, Nameless stopped him, catching the Chieftain's wrist as the orc was reaching for the lid of the clay jar.

"Don't," The human gave the Chieftain a lustful look.

"But, Nameless," Rontragg protested, "The mating season ends in just a few days..."

"I don't give a shit!" Nameless snapped at the orc, who was absolutely taken aback by the human's sudden forwardness. Nameless continued, "I want to feel your full fury tonight!" Already naked, Nameless threw himself on his back upon Rontragg's bed, lewdly lifting his legs and spreading his ass, "Give it to me, my Chieftain!"

Rontragg paused for a moment, blinking at the sight of the human in such a whorish position -- and then the jar of quelling powder upon the Chieftain's table was utterly forgotten. Rapidly losing himself to his urges, Rontragg hauled his pants off and charged at the bed, aiming for the succulent target that Nameless had presented to him -- and all through the night, the Skullfist Village could hear its sole human resident screaming its Chieftain's name.

Once the mating season had ended, things got even better -- the two now being able to have "real sex" on a regular basis. And on the nights that they didn't make love, Nameless still reveled in just cuddling with his orc, especially through the winter season. Although nothing was ever officially announced, for all intents and purposes, Nameless and Rontragg had become a couple. Wanting to make himself useful and earn his keep, Nameless had settled into a domestic role, cooking and cleaning and doing other household chores for Rontragg.

Sometimes Nameless would quietly sit in on the Chieftain's official business, other times the human would venture into the village -- and whenever she was off-duty, he often invited Verna along to go shopping in the marketplace. Most of the orcs were openly welcoming of Nameless (of course, it didn't hurt that the mighty Chieftain himself fancied the human), and the ones that weren't eventually warmed up to him. The human soon became quite acquainted with the entire village...sans Orson's pig farm. Nameless avoided that place like the plague -- he couldn't bear the thought of facing the three condemned orcs again, especially in the midst of serving out their punishment.

All in all, it was a much calmer life than the one Nameless had had when he was out and about adventuring, but that definitely wasn't a bad thing -- his adventuring days had brought him nothing but pain and humiliation by the score, and he was more than ready to put it all behind him. True, he hadn't been able to reclaim his old memories as he'd originally hoped -- but now, with his curse subdued and having found a wonderful lover, he was already starting to build new ones. All seemed right in Nameless's world.

* *

It had been far too long. It needed an orifice. A hot, tight orifice of Master's plaything.

It slithered closer to where Master's plaything lay, moving very slowly...it didn't want to alert Master's plaything to its presence...not until the proper moment.

It silently hovered over Master's plaything, sensing vulnerability. Yes, the bad magic was gone. Master had dispelled the bad magic. Now Master's plaything was ready.

It was time to torment once again.

* *

Nameless's eyes flew open as a wet, slimy sensation wrapped around his ankle.

No. It couldn't be. Not again! He had been free of them for so long now -- how could they be back!?

"Ronny!" Nameless suddenly screamed, thrashing about in the bed. Looking down, his worst fear was realized: it was indeed a tentacle, throwing coil after gooey coil around his leg, rapidly slithering up toward the human's exposed perineum, "Ronny! Help me!"

At that moment, Nameless heard Rontragg bellow a magical word. There was a bright flash of light as a bolt of energy struck the attacking tentacle. The slimy thing immediately recoiled, releasing Nameless. It seemed to turn its attention toward the orc, but before it could do anything, Rontragg had blasted it again -- this time with a small ball of fire, the magic flames racing down the tentacle's length before dissipating.

That seemed to do it -- the tentacle retreated, rapidly withdrawing and disappearing from view.

"The sigil!" Nameless cried, looking wide-eyed down at his crotch, "It's gone!"

Indeed, the Sigil of Protection had vanished from the human's genitals. Where once there were mystical, glowing magenta shapes, now only plain fair flesh remained.

Rontragg was already out of bed, pulling on his pants, not even bothering with his undergarments or any other clothing, "I need to re-enchant you, now!" The orc exclaimed, snatching up his shillelagh.

Nameless had barely managed to throw on his thong before Rontragg seized his arm. The orc then bolted out of the room with the human in tow. The two ran past a group of concerned night guards, Verna being among them, who Rontragg barked an order at to immediately return to their posts and stay put there.

Meanwhile, back in the Chieftain's bedchamber, the tentacle slithered out of its hiding place. The slimy thing then gently plucked the clay jar off the table, being careful to not spill the jar's precious contents...

* *

Nameless was lying on his back in the soft soil, watching as Rontragg set torches to light the area. Once the final torch was in place, the orc took his shillelagh and started to draw the runes.

"Don't worry, love," Rontragg reassured Nameless as the orc feverishly worked, "I'm going to stretch the boundaries of the usual magic; this sigil will be twice as strong."

'Stretch the boundaries'? Nameless didn't like the sound of that, but nonetheless he kept his concerns to himself; Rontragg knew what he was doing -- at least, that's what the human hoped.

Knowing that the tentacles could attack Nameless again at any given moment, Rontragg moved quickly -- and although he had more to draw this time, he finished even sooner than he did during the first ritual. Taking just a moment to catch his breath and wipe his brow, the Chieftain then raised his shillelagh high into the air.

Nameless felt the ground beneath him quaking slightly as Rontragg began the incantation, the runes around the human glowing much more fiercely than they had the first time around.

"Please, let this work!" Nameless prayed fervently beneath his breath, squeezing his eyes shut as he listened to Rontragg's voice growing louder and louder. Curiously, though, unlike last time, Nameless didn't feel any kind of tickling, nor was there any sensation of warmth -- as optimistic as he was trying to be, Nameless couldn't shake the sinking feeling it gave him.

After a few more moments, Rontragg shouted the final word, driving his shillelagh into the earth. The ground ceased rumbling and the glow of the runes rapidly faded away.

"Ronny?" Opening his eyes, Nameless sat up. Turning his head toward the exhausted-looking orc, the human asked, "Is it done?"

Panting heavily and leaning on his shillelagh for support, Rontragg could only nod.

Nameless quickly looked down, starting to search his body for his new Sigil of Protection...

...and then the ground all around the human exploded, showering him in fresh soil, as snakelike appendages sprouted from the earth. Knowing exactly what was happening, Nameless screamed as he scrambled to get up, but it was too late -- thick, slimy tentacles had wrapped firmly around his wrists, ankles, and waist, roughly pulling him back down. He struggled mightily, but the tentacles held him fast.

Then Nameless's blood really ran cold as he heard Rontragg cry out. Quickly turning his head in the direction of the sound, the human was just in time to witness something being shattered against the Chieftain's face, a huge explosion of dark-yellow powder just covering the orc's entire front. Dropping his shillelagh and clutching his face, Rontragg stumbled backward, landing hard on his ass. The orc desperately tried to spit the powder out of his mouth as he rubbed his eyes furiously.

It took Nameless a moment, but seeing the clay shards on the ground mingled with the spilled powder, he pieced together what exactly had happened -- the tentacles had stolen the jar of quelling powder from Rontragg's bedchamber, and that jar was what they had broken open against the orc's face just now. Forgetting the peril that he himself was currently in, Nameless panicked for Rontragg, the human's mind flashing back to the times that he'd seen quelling powder in action -- merely half a pinch of the powder was enough to completely shut down the Chieftain's sex drive, and just a handful of the stuff had reduced three big, bad orcs into cowering pushovers. That jar had contained at least a pound of quelling powder -- Nameless couldn't even begin to imagine the havoc it was now wreaking on Rontragg's system.

Nameless went wide-eyed, fear ripping through him as he watched Rontragg being seized by the tentacles. The orc's pants were torn off him in a second, leaving the Chieftain stark naked as more tentacles slithered in to bind him further.

"RONNY, NO!" Nameless screamed like a madman, tears pouring down his face, "Let him go! It's me you're after! LET HIM GO!"

The human's cries went unanswered as Nameless suddenly felt himself being moved. Smaller tentacles seized the waistband of his thong, pulling them off his body as he was placed directly next to Rontragg, so close that their shoulders were touching. To Nameless's horror, the orc's body was completely limp in the tentacles' grasp, and he was sobbing uncontrollably -- the human couldn't tell whether it was just from the effects of the quelling powder, or if Rontragg had actually been hurt.

"YOU PITIFUL, FOOLISH HUMAN!"

The sinister, demonic voice seemed to come from all directions. Nameless could scarcely believe it -- this was the very first time he had heard the voice outside of his nightmares.

"DID YOU HONESTLY BELIEVE THAT YOUR ORC WHORE WITH HIS PATHETIC MAGIC COULD PROTECT YOU FROM ME!?"

As the voice said this, a tentacle wrapped around Rontragg's scrotum and squeezed hard, causing the orc to sing in agony. At this, the human struggled against his bonds even more heroically than ever -- he didn't know how, but he just had to save Rontragg from any further wrath that the "Tentacle Master" planned to inflict upon the drugged-up and helpless Chieftain.

"Release them, you monstrosity!" A familiar female voice suddenly boomed.

From out of the darkness, Nameless saw Verna boldly charging toward the mass of tentacles that had entrapped him and Rontragg, her longsword raised high. The human figured that Verna, out of concern, had disobeyed Rontragg's order to return to her post, and instead she had followed the two of them here.

"AWAY WITH YOU, WENCH! YOU DON'T POSSESS WHAT I DESIRE!"

Before Verna could even take a single swing, one of the thicker tentacles lashed out at her, whipping the Inquisitor hard across her head. Her sword flying out of her grip, Verna's entire body pinwheeled around before she crashed to the ground in an unmoving heap.

"Verna!" Nameless gasped. By the gods, please don't be dead, Verna! The human then thought in a panic, It's all my fault if you're dead!

"NOW," The Tentacle Master continued as Nameless and Rontragg were both forced onto all-fours, their bare asses sticking out, "I SHALL PUNISH YOU BOTH FOR DARING TO DEFY ME!"

Two smaller tentacles then slithered across the ground, one grabbing Rontragg's shillelagh, the other snatching up Verna's longsword. The tentacles then held up the weapons, the longsword beside Nameless's ass, the shillelagh beside Rontragg's -- and then, in perfect synchronization, the tentacles proceeded with their painful, humiliating task. The two weapons were each long enough to strike both of the vulnerable backsides at the same time -- the flat of Verna's blade coming down on the fair- and green-colored flesh parallel to where the hard wood of the Chieftain's shillelagh struck. The human and the orc both screamed loudly, their pitch only rising as they were then walloped again...and again, and again, and again. This was a spanking unlike any other that Nameless had endured in the past -- all those other times, he may as well have been spanked with a feather in comparison to this!

The spanking didn't last much longer past a couple dozen swats, but the reprieve when it stopped was extremely short-lived -- the Tentacle Master wanted to move on to something more sinister involving the stolen weapons. Nameless and Rontragg then had their abused asses pried wide open, and in the next moment both men screamed again as they were savagely sodomized -- Nameless by the hilt of Verna's sword, and Rontragg by his own shillelagh.

Nameless felt sick, feeling the cold steel of the longsword's hilt being thrust in and out of his anus. Reflexively, his hand reached out to grab Rontragg's, squeezing tightly as both men were so cruelly violated -- Rontragg at one point being forced to take in half the gnarled length of his shillelagh. However, it wasn't long before Rontragg stopped responding to the abuse altogether, only moaning softly every once in a while, which absolutely frightened Nameless. With so much quelling powder in his system, would the orc even be able to survive the night?

"Please..." Nameless begged in a hoarse voice, "Please, just let him go. He can't take it anymore. Do whatever you want with me, but just let him go..."

"HAVE I EVER GIVEN IN TO YOUR USELESS BEGGING, HUMAN!?" The Tentacle Master responded, "YOUR ORC WHORE HAS MUCH MORE COMING TO HIM -- AND IF HE DIES, THEN SUCH IS HIS FATE!"

With that, the sword's hilt and the shillelagh were thrust hard into the respective anuses they were violating once more before the weapons were pulled out and carelessly tossed away.

"Ronny!" Nameless croaked as the tentacles then began to manipulate their bodies once more, separating them, his hand being pulled out of the orc's. The human could only watch helplessly as he and his Chieftain were dragged farther and farther away from one another -- Nameless prayed to the gods that Rontragg would find the strength to endure the rest of his ravaging. The human couldn't bear the thought of his lover being put through the same torture that Nameless had had to continually endure for as long as he could remember.

Nameless was dragged for a few feet more before once again he found himself pinned against the ground on his back, his hands bound high over his head. His legs were lifted and spread -- and that's when the tiny tentacles with phallic-shaped heads were produced, erupting from the soil all around his body. The human grimaced as these tentacles immediately set to snaking all over him -- they were especially slimy, leaving sticky trails of a mucus-like substance wherever they explored. Around his nipples, between his abs, over his cock -- the things wormed their way into every nook and cranny before finally, one slipped into his raw, abused anus. Nameless cursed as he felt the thing sliming its way up his anal cavity and bump up against his prostate. To the human's dismay, another phallic tentacle joined the first -- and then another and another, Nameless moaning as his hole was becoming filled with the little bastards, moving as a unit, twisting around each other to coalesce into one big tentacle, beginning to slowly thrust in and out, rotating slightly in intervals.

It was then that a larger tentacle was brought forth -- this one having a clear, fleshy dome on its end. Homing in on Nameless's penis, the dome wasted no time in sucking in the human's manhood with a disgusting slurping sound, the inside of the dome moist and warm.

"Oh gods, no!" Nameless moaned -- he had managed to stay flaccid for_this_ long, and for once, especially now that his lover was also being hurt, Nameless didn't want to give the Tentacle Master the satisfaction of Nameless becoming aroused while the human was being so lewdly violated. But no matter how hard Nameless fought it, his body reacted naturally, his erection springing to life within the spongy material.

The army of phallic tentacles in Nameless's rear worked like clockwork, thrusting in and out faster and faster as the domed tentacle began to suckle. Nameless writhed, fighting a losing battle as he was violated. And as if all that wasn't enough, two more smaller domed tentacles sprouted, each affixing itself to one of Nameless's nipples, giving off soft squishing sounds as they suctioned to the flesh.

As Nameless opened his mouth to cry out in response to the newest stimulation, another much larger phallic tentacle thrusted itself into the human's mouth. Nameless gagged, throwing up bile as this tentacle slithered down his throat, making his neck visibly bulge. Still he fought, biting down on the intruder with all his might -- but his teeth were no match for the extremely tough, leathery hide of the tentacle.

With both ends being fucked, and his dick and nipples being worked over, Nameless felt a great deal of pleasure starting to wash over him, and he was ashamed. Too tired to fight now, he just gave in, hoping that the Tentacle Master would grow bored with him sooner rather than later, so that he and Rontragg would finally be freed from this torture. With that, Nameless relaxed as much as he could, his body jolting with each thrust into his distended anus, feeling himself growing lightheaded from his airway being almost entirely blocked.

Finally, it happened -- Nameless came, squirting his semen into the dome, which sucked up every last drop greedily. At the same time, all the tinier tentacles in his ass ejaculated all at once, while the big one down his throat filled his belly with a thick, viscous substance. Nameless felt bloated and used, his head spinning -- and when darkness threatened to take him, he welcomed it -- falling unconscious in the tentacles' grip.

"YOU WILL NEVER BE RID OF ME, HUMAN!" The Tentacle Master's voice echoed through Nameless's mind before he completely lost his senses, "NEVER!"

* *

"Nameless? Nameless!"

The human groaned, hurting all over, the sunlight stinging his eyes as he awoke. The very first thing Nameless noticed was that he could move his body freely again -- the tentacles and their Master had gone. As his vision cleared, he found himself staring into the dirty, bloodied face of Verna.

"Thank the gods!" Verna sighed in relief, "I thought you were dead!"

All of a sudden, Nameless jolted upright, "Ronny! Where's Ronny!?"

"The Chieftain?" Verna looked concerned, "I don't know! I just came-to myself and saw you lying near me."

His adrenaline pumping, Nameless found a new burst of energy, getting to his feet and darting away, screaming out Rontragg's name over and over again. Verna attempted to follow, to help Nameless search for the Chieftain -- but she was quickly brought back down to one knee, her nasty head injury foiling her.

What if he's dead!? Nameless thought in a panic, What if they took him!? Oh gods, I could never forgive myself!

To Nameless's tremendous relief, he spotted Rontragg's nude form sitting with his arms wrapped around his legs, his head lowered into his chest. The orc was filthy and seemed very distraught, but still, he was alive.

The human ran to Rontragg's side, placing his hands on those broad, muscled green shoulders. The orc was shivering hard. Nameless gritted his teeth as he listened to Rontragg's muffled weeping -- every sniffle, every sob was like a dagger to the human's heart, "Ronny?" Nameless whispered gently into the Chieftain's ear, "It's OK, Ronny, it's over now. I'm here."

Without a word, Rontragg wrapped a big, strong arm around Nameless, pulling him into a tight embrace. The human threw his arms around Rontragg's neck, letting the orc sob into his shoulder. Even though Nameless was also in a considerable amount of physical and emotional agony, the human still comforted the orc as best he could, stroking that long, fiery mane and cooing soothing words to him.

The Tentacle Master had utterly broken Rontragg -- and as far as Nameless was concerned, a beautiful, wondrous man like the Chieftain did not deserve such vile treatment.

Nameless knew then what he had to do...

* *

It had been a very awkward day. When the sun rose, Rontragg had silently got up out of bed and left the bedchamber to go perform his daily duties as Chieftain, with not even a "good morning" kiss for Nameless as he had always done in the past. And while the human had been hurt by the icy act, he also couldn't blame the Chieftain for being upset.

Nameless was now busy packing a few things into a small leather bag. The human stopped when he heard footsteps entering the room. Turning around, he saw that it was Verna. The nasty gash that the Inquisitor had sustained on her forehead on that ill-fated night was now gone completely; Rontragg's healing salve really was some miraculous stuff.

"Hey, Verna," Nameless greeted her, and then went back to what he was doing.

"Nameless," The Inquisitor crossed her arms, taking a moment to find the proper words, and yet only a simple, "You can't," fell from her lips.

"I can," the human replied, his voice distant, even somewhat dismissive, "and I must."

Verna's eyes began to water, and for the first time since she could remember, she allowed the tears to fall, "The village will never be the same," She said somberly, and for a long time she just watched Nameless as he packed.

"You're the best friend I've ever had, Verna," Nameless finally spoke up after a while, returning her gaze, "Thank you. Thank you for everything."

Verna covered her mouth with her hand, the tears still streaming. Without another word, the orc Inquisitor then turned and hurried out of the bedchamber, leaving the human to finish his work.

* *

Sometime later, Chieftain Rontragg returned. The orc entered the bedchamber to find Nameless seated on the edge of the bed, his bag at his feet. The human looked at him and breathed out a heavy sigh.

"Are you ready then?" Rontragg grunted.

"Yeah," Nameless bent over to pick up his bag, and then stood up, "I am."

Taking hold of the Chieftain's hand, Nameless was escorted out. The two of them marched slowly through the streets of the village, with the human keeping his head lowered, trying to avoid the stares of passing orcs.

However, when the pair were about to pass by Orson's farm, Nameless gently tugged on Rontragg's arm in a motion to stop.

"I just need to do something here," Nameless explained.

"I understand," Rontragg nodded, "Take your time," He then took Nameless's bag, holding on to it while the human did his business.

With that, Nameless left the orc's side, walking to the front porch of the farm and knocking on the door. He was greeted by Orson, and after a brief chat, the old orc led the human around to the sty, where the stink of animals immediately invaded Nameless's nostrils.

"What few visitors they get only come to mock 'em," Orson explained, "I reckon they'll be happy to see you."

"Somehow I doubt that, Mr. Orson," Nameless nervously chewed his lower lip, "I'm the reason they're here in the first place."

The old farmer shook his head, "They only have themselves to blame, Nameless."

It didn't take the human very long at all to find who he was looking for -- sticking out like a sore thumb, the trio of naked orc men were crawling around in the mud amongst the dozen or so pigs. Once he had spotted them, though, it took a while for Nameless to actually recognize each of the three orcs -- when the human had first met them, they were each well-muscled with only a slight bit of pudginess -- but now they were all downright obese, their bellies nearly sweeping the ground -- the trio resembled the real pigs that they were mingling with. And that wasn't all -- from what Nameless remembered, the three orcs all had long manes of hair and thick beards and shaggy bodies. Now the entirety of their new rotund forms were even balder than Nameless, with only the orcs' eyebrows remaining.

"They look different, don't they?" Orson suddenly spoke up, "It's the special blend of herbs that I mix into the pig feed -- really helps my oinkers grow into the fat, happy swine that they're meant to be. Obviously, the stuff works quite well on orcs, too -- but I figure that once their sentences are up, they'll be able to work off all the extra pounds..." Orson chuckled, "...eventually."

Nameless, however, found no humor whatsoever in the trio's predicament, "And what happened to all their hair?"

"Oh, I keep 'em shaved," Orson explained, "Without all that fuzz to collect filth, it keeps 'em cleaner in the sty -- makes 'em much easier to bathe, too, since I don't have to waste time washing and drying hair."

Nameless nodded slightly. He supposed it made sense -- but regardless, from what he had learned of orcs, for males, hairiness was a sign of manliness -- to shave it all off was downright emasculating.

"Gruuk still has a ways to go," Orson continued, "but Bilge and Tac are due to be exorcised in just two weeks. So why don't you wait? Without sow spirits controlling 'em, I'd imagine they'll be much more receptive to you."

"No," Nameless shook his head, "it has to be now."

"Well, all right," Orson motioned the human forward, "Go right on ahead."

Gingerly stepping through the mud, Nameless approached the corner of the pen where the trio of orcs were roaming around on all-fours. Gruuk had looked curiously in Nameless's direction for a second, but other than that, the three seemed to generally ignore him, going about their piggy business.

Nameless cleared his throat, "I know you guys can hear me," The human began, "It may not mean much, but I just wanted to tell you all that I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you have to endure such a fate; not a day has gone by that I hadn't thought about you guys, wondering if you were OK," Nameless then lowered his head in shame, stifling a sniffle, "I know what you're probably thinking now: 'If you were so worried, then why the hell didn't you visit sooner!?' Well, I should have, but I was afraid of facing you, and that's something else that I'm deeply sorry for," The human crossed his arms -- this was definitely the most bizarre conversation he'd ever had, but nonetheless, he felt that what he had to say to the "pig-orcs" was important, especially the last part: "And I pray that you won't hold anything against your Chieftain. There is a method to this madness; please find it in your hearts to understand why he judged you the way he did," With that, the human gave a brief wave in the orcs' direction, "Gruuk, Bilge, Tac -- farewell."

Nameless frowned, watching as Bilge and Gruuk bumped noses and oinked at each other while Tac began to crawl to the opposite end of the sty, seeking to lie down in a pile of straw. The human felt so sad for the trio, and could only hope that his words got through to them as he turned to leave, giving Orson a sign that he was finished.

Leading the human away from the sty, Orson couldn't help but comment to him, "You are far too nice, Nameless -- far too nice. Mark my words, it'll get you in deep trouble one of these days."

"It already has, Mr. Orson," Nameless sighed, "more than you could ever know."

* *

Rejoining Rontragg, Nameless took back his bag and joined hands with the orc again. They continued their walk, and before long they reached the outskirts of the village -- the pair staring off into the gorgeous rolling hills of the prairie.

"Well, this is it," Nameless breathed.

Nameless was about to take a step forward when Rontragg suddenly grabbed him, turning the human around to face the orc.

"Nameless," Rontragg began, a look of dead seriousness in his violet eyes, "I know I said that I'd respect your decision, but I can't let you leave. I just can't."

The human blew out a huge sigh as he dropped his bag -- he had expected this. His eyes were already welling up as he responded, "Ronny, I have no choice."

"But, Nameless," the orc gently shook the human, "I love you."

"And I love you, too, with all my heart," The human looked away, "But it's because I love you that I have to leave and take my damnable curse with me."

All of a sudden, Rontragg got down on one knee, gripping one of Nameless's hands. Before the human knew what was happening, a beautiful, ornate golden band was slipped onto his ring finger. For a second, Nameless's heart stopped, his mouth dropping open.

"I had been planning to do this later, but now's my last chance," The Chieftain looked up into Nameless's eyes, pleadingly, "Marry me, Nameless. Become my mate. You belong here with the Skullfist Clan," The orc then squeezed the human's hand firmly, "You mean everything to me!"

All at once, the human burst into tears, "Oh, Ronny, I wish I could! By the gods, I wish I could!" However, Nameless was now only further grounded in his decision -- the more he was reminded of just how much he loved the orc, and of how dearly he cared for the Skullfist people, the more he became convinced that he really was doing the right thing.

After a while, Nameless dug deep within himself, finding the strength to calm his crying enough so that he could continue to talk rationally, "But it's far too dangerous. That night was the first time ever that others were attacked, and I can't let it happen again," He croaked his words out in between sobs, "And what if my curse is contagious? What if I end up spreading it to you or any of your people?" Nameless swallowed hard, casting his eyes downward, "If I haven't already."

"Please believe me, Nameless -- it's nothing that I can't handle; I was only a simpering weakling that night because of the quelling powder. I could have stopped it otherwise, I'm sure of it!" Still gripping the human's hand, Rontragg stood up, "I'll go with you. I know that we can defeat this evil," the orc punctuated his last word: "together."

Nameless shook his head, "But you're the Chieftain here, Ronny."

"I can appoint a successor," Rontragg quickly replied, "There are a few orcs who stand out..."

"Ronny," Nameless placed one hand on the orc's strong chest to stop him from talking, "you and I both know that no one can replace you. No one."

Rontragg looked away, big tears falling down his cheeks.

"If I'm ever free of this curse, I'll come back to you. I swear it," Nameless spoke softly, "But for now, this is what's best for both of us. Please understand," Nameless felt another wave of weeping starting to overtake him, "and please, let me go."

At that moment, Rontragg pulled Nameless into a loving embrace. The two then shared a long, passionate kiss, their tears mingling, until finally it had to end -- the pair breaking away.

Nameless scooped up his bag, and then moved to take off the priceless ring in order to return it to Rontragg -- but the orc stopped him, catching the human's hand before he could slip the gold band off his finger.

"Keep it, I beg you!" Rontragg desperately insisted.

Nameless nodded -- his entire body was now trembling, his heart pounding, "Goodbye, Ronny. I love you, now and forever," the human then turned and walked away.

"NAMELESS!" The Chieftain had fallen to his knees -- his cry was of pure despair, gut-wrenching and heartbreaking.

Sobbing, Nameless started to move at an even brisker pace, knowing full-well that if he hesitated even for a moment, he'd go sprinting right back into Rontragg's arms.

Clutching at the brilliant golden band on his finger, Nameless crested the hill...

...and with that, he was gone.